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Title: Sleeping Arrangements
Author: jongmalai
Pairing: Jonghyun/Minho (Jongho)
Rating: PG
Genre: Humor
Summary: In which Jonghyun is woken up too much for his liking, Minho sleeps like a very tall rock and JongHo fluff in a semi-brotherly fashion
Their manager waves a magazine at them half-heartedly, disappearing into his room with a quarter of apple stuck in his mouth. “Figure something out,” he mumbles, fruit crunching as the door closes.
Taemin twiddles his thumbs for a minute, eyes darting from Onew to Key and back again, before leaping with a spontaneous yell on Onew’s back. The eldest lets out a weary sigh under the weight. Key mirrors him and shepherds Onew and Taemin into one of the rooms, leaving Jonghyun and Minho in the common room. Alone.
They sort of stare awkwardly at each other before Jonghyun punches Minho in the shoulder, “I bet-“ leaving his mouth before they’re both sprinting down the hall, fists whacking into stomachs and shoulders as Minho reaches the doorknob first. His palm smacks into Jonghyun’s forehead, holding him at arms’ length while taking his sweet time opening the door. The bastard has the gall to start whistling. Jonghyun takes a fierce swing at his chest, but Minho spills through the door like water, leaving him flailing at empty air. Stupid long legs and stupid long arms and stupid Minho.
Jonghyun gives up on overpowering him and tackles him, wrestles him to the ground before sitting on his chest.
Minho wheezes slightly, laughter erupting from his squished rib cage. They somehow make their way to the - single - bed after that, shirts stripped off in the heavy night air, window blowing a cool breeze across their bodies, falling asleep in a tangle of cold sheets.
“Minho - Minho - Minho -“ And, yeah, Jonghyun’s lost his voice, but it really doesn’t mean anything when he’s trying to shove an enormous brute off of him.
Some say he works out because he’s vain; Jonghyun maintains that it’s a life-saving measure. Sleeping in the same bed with Choi Minho is no task for the noodle-armed.
Jonghyun heaves the sleeping figure off of him, rolling his eyes as an arm throws itself over his middle again. “Minho, no, Minho,” He shouts into Minho’s ear, shaking him violently, finally resorting to squeezing out from under the pile of limbs snoring on the bed to make room for himself on the floor.
He lays awake for what seems like forever, blinking up at the white ceiling and counting imaginary sheep hopping across an imaginary brown fence. Only an imaginary dinosaur comes along, roaring and terrorizing the villagers until he comes upon the sheep and rips their bleating little throats out, while a calm little frog watches from a lilypad and the big bad dinosaur squashes the frog with his enormous clawed feet because the frog was taking up way too much space on the bed and he looks funny. Take that. Fucking frog.
He looks over at the snoring Minho and sighs.
Jonghyun sits up and huffs, glances around to see if anyone’s woken up because of the commotion that resulted from his attempts to Preserve his Life. He needs to sleep, but he can’t find any hot chocolate in the kitchen, so he goes to the bathroom quickly - his aim is just a little off without the lights, but someone will clean it - and he’s back where he started. In the doorway, blankets on the floor.
Still awake.
Minho’s rolled all the way to the other side of the bed, entangled so fully in his covers that only the tips of his shortened hair poke out of the top. Light snores somehow make their way from the fluffy barrier, and Jonghyun tugs his blanket up from the floor and lays it out on the bed. He falls gratefully into the downy softness and feels himself drifting off to sleep, finally, gratefully, fingers tangled in the covers and leg draped off the side of the bed.
He wakes up again with strange hands fisted one in his sleeping pants, one in his shirt, leg draped over his waist and covers nowhere to be seen. “Minho!” He groans.
Jonghyun is irritated, now, and there’s not really a cosmetic fix for bloodshot eyes or the weary frowns the noonas and managers detest so much. There’s actually a groan from the offending lump of flesh, and he shifts, dragging his fingers lightly over the inside of Jonghyun’s thigh.
Jonghyun catches his hand in his own, trying to drive it away, but there’s no out between the press of their bodies together and the way Minho has his drooling chin tucked into Jonghyun’s neck. He shifts, rubs his somehow frigid nose into Jonghyun’s pulse and sighs heavily, breath puffing out hotly against Jonghyun’s neck. Jonghyun kicks out with his legs, but Minho simply lays there and snuggles deeper, deeper, until he’s literally rolled on top of Jonghyun and the smaller man can barely breathe. Screw arms, this required extreme measures.
His knee came up between Minho’s legs, a smirk quirking his lips as Minho groans in pain and blinks his eyes open groggily.
“Jong- what - Jonghyun, what?” he manages to get out, blinking his doe eyes sleepily through the pain Jonghyun is sure he’s feeling from the patented Kim Karate Kick.
“Get off,” Jonghyun whines, thumping his legs in a pseudo-tantrum.
“But,” And Minho rolls over, pulling Jonghyun on top of him, and Jonghyun wants to pull away, he really does, but Minho is grinning at him sleepily and he can’t really help it. He’s always been the most handsome, and that fact is starting to hit Jonghyun like a doped up bag of bricks right now.
“I don’t wanna get up.” Minho breathes.
“Why not,” Jonghyun glares down stonily, punching his chest petulantly.
“I like this. I like you.”
“Okay,” Jonghyun glares at him pointedly. “I like you too? Now get up, you giant.”
Minho pulls him down, and Jonghyun’s fairly sure he’s going to have to knock Minho over the head to have him finally wake up, but instead Minho shoves his face in the way and they’re knocking at the nose - chins - lips, until they’re knocking at the lips and staying there. It quite frankly freaks Jonghyun out a little bit, or a lot, he can’t decide through the thoughts that decided to jumble in his brain like spaghetti.
He pulls away, but Minho holds his arms still loosely and he really could get free if he wanted to but he doesn’t really want to. He kind of likes this warmth. Minho shifts grip to his shoulders and pulls him closer, until their chests are touching, until he’s sighing contentedly and rolling Jonghyun onto his side. He fluffs out the covers with a single long arm, ignoring Jonghyun’s huff of envy, and pulling it over the both of them. He drapes his arm over Jonghyun’s chest and begins snoring once again.
Jonghyun sighs a little, sinking back into the mattress. He could get used to this.
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I like humor it makes me haaaaaaaaappyyyyyyyyyyy.
Author: jongmalai
Pairing: Jonghyun/Minho (Jongho)
Rating: PG
Genre: Humor
Summary: In which Jonghyun is woken up too much for his liking, Minho sleeps like a very tall rock and JongHo fluff in a semi-brotherly fashion
Their manager waves a magazine at them half-heartedly, disappearing into his room with a quarter of apple stuck in his mouth. “Figure something out,” he mumbles, fruit crunching as the door closes.
Taemin twiddles his thumbs for a minute, eyes darting from Onew to Key and back again, before leaping with a spontaneous yell on Onew’s back. The eldest lets out a weary sigh under the weight. Key mirrors him and shepherds Onew and Taemin into one of the rooms, leaving Jonghyun and Minho in the common room. Alone.
They sort of stare awkwardly at each other before Jonghyun punches Minho in the shoulder, “I bet-“ leaving his mouth before they’re both sprinting down the hall, fists whacking into stomachs and shoulders as Minho reaches the doorknob first. His palm smacks into Jonghyun’s forehead, holding him at arms’ length while taking his sweet time opening the door. The bastard has the gall to start whistling. Jonghyun takes a fierce swing at his chest, but Minho spills through the door like water, leaving him flailing at empty air. Stupid long legs and stupid long arms and stupid Minho.
Jonghyun gives up on overpowering him and tackles him, wrestles him to the ground before sitting on his chest.
Minho wheezes slightly, laughter erupting from his squished rib cage. They somehow make their way to the - single - bed after that, shirts stripped off in the heavy night air, window blowing a cool breeze across their bodies, falling asleep in a tangle of cold sheets.
“Minho - Minho - Minho -“ And, yeah, Jonghyun’s lost his voice, but it really doesn’t mean anything when he’s trying to shove an enormous brute off of him.
Some say he works out because he’s vain; Jonghyun maintains that it’s a life-saving measure. Sleeping in the same bed with Choi Minho is no task for the noodle-armed.
Jonghyun heaves the sleeping figure off of him, rolling his eyes as an arm throws itself over his middle again. “Minho, no, Minho,” He shouts into Minho’s ear, shaking him violently, finally resorting to squeezing out from under the pile of limbs snoring on the bed to make room for himself on the floor.
He lays awake for what seems like forever, blinking up at the white ceiling and counting imaginary sheep hopping across an imaginary brown fence. Only an imaginary dinosaur comes along, roaring and terrorizing the villagers until he comes upon the sheep and rips their bleating little throats out, while a calm little frog watches from a lilypad and the big bad dinosaur squashes the frog with his enormous clawed feet because the frog was taking up way too much space on the bed and he looks funny. Take that. Fucking frog.
He looks over at the snoring Minho and sighs.
Jonghyun sits up and huffs, glances around to see if anyone’s woken up because of the commotion that resulted from his attempts to Preserve his Life. He needs to sleep, but he can’t find any hot chocolate in the kitchen, so he goes to the bathroom quickly - his aim is just a little off without the lights, but someone will clean it - and he’s back where he started. In the doorway, blankets on the floor.
Still awake.
Minho’s rolled all the way to the other side of the bed, entangled so fully in his covers that only the tips of his shortened hair poke out of the top. Light snores somehow make their way from the fluffy barrier, and Jonghyun tugs his blanket up from the floor and lays it out on the bed. He falls gratefully into the downy softness and feels himself drifting off to sleep, finally, gratefully, fingers tangled in the covers and leg draped off the side of the bed.
He wakes up again with strange hands fisted one in his sleeping pants, one in his shirt, leg draped over his waist and covers nowhere to be seen. “Minho!” He groans.
Jonghyun is irritated, now, and there’s not really a cosmetic fix for bloodshot eyes or the weary frowns the noonas and managers detest so much. There’s actually a groan from the offending lump of flesh, and he shifts, dragging his fingers lightly over the inside of Jonghyun’s thigh.
Jonghyun catches his hand in his own, trying to drive it away, but there’s no out between the press of their bodies together and the way Minho has his drooling chin tucked into Jonghyun’s neck. He shifts, rubs his somehow frigid nose into Jonghyun’s pulse and sighs heavily, breath puffing out hotly against Jonghyun’s neck. Jonghyun kicks out with his legs, but Minho simply lays there and snuggles deeper, deeper, until he’s literally rolled on top of Jonghyun and the smaller man can barely breathe. Screw arms, this required extreme measures.
His knee came up between Minho’s legs, a smirk quirking his lips as Minho groans in pain and blinks his eyes open groggily.
“Jong- what - Jonghyun, what?” he manages to get out, blinking his doe eyes sleepily through the pain Jonghyun is sure he’s feeling from the patented Kim Karate Kick.
“Get off,” Jonghyun whines, thumping his legs in a pseudo-tantrum.
“But,” And Minho rolls over, pulling Jonghyun on top of him, and Jonghyun wants to pull away, he really does, but Minho is grinning at him sleepily and he can’t really help it. He’s always been the most handsome, and that fact is starting to hit Jonghyun like a doped up bag of bricks right now.
“I don’t wanna get up.” Minho breathes.
“Why not,” Jonghyun glares down stonily, punching his chest petulantly.
“I like this. I like you.”
“Okay,” Jonghyun glares at him pointedly. “I like you too? Now get up, you giant.”
Minho pulls him down, and Jonghyun’s fairly sure he’s going to have to knock Minho over the head to have him finally wake up, but instead Minho shoves his face in the way and they’re knocking at the nose - chins - lips, until they’re knocking at the lips and staying there. It quite frankly freaks Jonghyun out a little bit, or a lot, he can’t decide through the thoughts that decided to jumble in his brain like spaghetti.
He pulls away, but Minho holds his arms still loosely and he really could get free if he wanted to but he doesn’t really want to. He kind of likes this warmth. Minho shifts grip to his shoulders and pulls him closer, until their chests are touching, until he’s sighing contentedly and rolling Jonghyun onto his side. He fluffs out the covers with a single long arm, ignoring Jonghyun’s huff of envy, and pulling it over the both of them. He drapes his arm over Jonghyun’s chest and begins snoring once again.
Jonghyun sighs a little, sinking back into the mattress. He could get used to this.
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I like humor it makes me haaaaaaaaappyyyyyyyyyyy.