[fic] shinee; closet space
closet space; jonghyun/minho
210 words. rated pg.
♦ if you asked jonghyun, he'd rather eat his own eyeballs than share a bed with minho (but it's marginally better than sleeping with taemin)
♦ for nautisch because she needed some cheering up a month ago, and idk if this made things better! i'd like to think so. ♥ you're amazing, katie, and i love you to pieces! (who else will cry over nge with me???)
also. i miss writing shinee :( why did i stop???
“I called this bed like three hours ago, Choi,” says Jonghyun, irritated. He nuzzles into the back of Minho's neck anyway, but this is not an affectionate gesture. He simply has no fucking room because some asshole (re: insignificant Choi Minho) stole the bed he staked claim to earlier this evening. “Can't believe I'm actually sharing my bed space with you.”
Minho has his eyes closed, but he's not sleeping. The corners of his lips quirk up, amused, and he reminds him, patient and almost teasing, “You're the one who crawled into bed with me. You can always sleep with Taemin, Hyung.”
Minho's body touches his seemingly everywhere, from his arms to his knees, never-mind the fact that Jonghyun has five centimeters of empty space between his back and the wall. Jonghyun refuses to be the one who moves, after all he did call the bed when their tour manager drove it into the lot that day. He drags his toes down Minho's shin for even suggesting he be the one to switch beds.
“The sacrifices I make,” he huffs finally, throwing one arm around Minho's bare waist and one leg high up on Minho's thighs. “Consider yourself lucky to be sleeping with me, Choi; this is a one-time thing.”
210 words. rated pg.
♦ if you asked jonghyun, he'd rather eat his own eyeballs than share a bed with minho (but it's marginally better than sleeping with taemin)
♦ for nautisch because she needed some cheering up a month ago, and idk if this made things better! i'd like to think so. ♥ you're amazing, katie, and i love you to pieces! (who else will cry over nge with me???)
also. i miss writing shinee :( why did i stop???
“I called this bed like three hours ago, Choi,” says Jonghyun, irritated. He nuzzles into the back of Minho's neck anyway, but this is not an affectionate gesture. He simply has no fucking room because some asshole (re: insignificant Choi Minho) stole the bed he staked claim to earlier this evening. “Can't believe I'm actually sharing my bed space with you.”
Minho has his eyes closed, but he's not sleeping. The corners of his lips quirk up, amused, and he reminds him, patient and almost teasing, “You're the one who crawled into bed with me. You can always sleep with Taemin, Hyung.”
Minho's body touches his seemingly everywhere, from his arms to his knees, never-mind the fact that Jonghyun has five centimeters of empty space between his back and the wall. Jonghyun refuses to be the one who moves, after all he did call the bed when their tour manager drove it into the lot that day. He drags his toes down Minho's shin for even suggesting he be the one to switch beds.
“The sacrifices I make,” he huffs finally, throwing one arm around Minho's bare waist and one leg high up on Minho's thighs. “Consider yourself lucky to be sleeping with me, Choi; this is a one-time thing.”