[Fic] Nu'est: Simpatico
Title-Simpatico
Author-Tysonkaiexperiment
Fandom-Nu'est
Couplings/Characters-OT5 (Everyone x Everyone)
Warnings/Rating-T
Summary-Just a few paragraph-length theme drabbles for all the Nu'est pairings, eventually leading up to OT5, because Nu'est is definitely my choice to have a 5-way relationship and make it work.
Note-I've found myself becoming mostly a fan of BaekhoRen, BaekhoAron and EveryoneJR; but I do love all the pairings. :D
Note-You may also find this story on AsianFanfics.com located here.
Baekho & Ren: Ice Cream
“You’re an idiot.”
Baekho’s lower lip jut out as Ren tugged him along, a difference to the light sparkle in his eyes. His bulkier hand was gripped tightly in Ren’s smaller feminine one, the reason for the issue temporarily forgotten.
Ren scoffed, his other hand gripped his own ice cream bar tighter, the wrapper crinkling under the pressure. He took a bite before pulling away, searching for a new ice cream vendor as they abandoned the location where Baekho had dropped his.
Within an instant the well-built man tugged back, causing Ren to almost topple backward and drop his own ice cream in the process. Before the smaller blond could scream at the other Baekho’s hand shot out, finger brushing against the side of Ren’s lip lightly before pulling back.
Cheeks turning a bright red, Ren watched as Baekho pulled the finger into his mouth, licking off the sweet treat that had been on it. “You had some on your mouth.” Baekho grinned, unaffected with Ren’s flushed stare.
The smaller let out a high-pitched whine and punched Baekho in the shoulder; glaring in another direction as he put his ice cream between them and Baekho caught the indication to share it before smiling.
Baekho & Minhyun: Laughter
Minhyun’s lips tugged upwards, a hand rising to gently brush across his lips before he set it back in place. Baekho grinned innocently back, amused as he watched the brunet in front of him. Their hands were joined above the table, fingers linked together as one of Ren’s plushies sat atop Baekho’s head.
“You can’t laugh.” Baekho responded; there was a whine in his voice but nonetheless he was still grinning like an idiot.
“How did…” For a moment the brunet searched for the correct words before his eyebrows rose silently and his mouth opened partly. The same face he’d worn when he came into the room and seen the stuffed toy perched triumphantly on Baekho.
“I got Ren mad, he was having one of his princess moods.” Came the quip from the blond, “He was playing with my hair and instead of the hair gel he’d originally been putting in he decided to add some glue.”
Minhyun bit his lips, attempting to look directly at Baekho’s face. His eyes betrayed him, however, and rose to the toy before his lips began to tremble. The look on the other’s face of pure betrayal as he threw back his head and laughed.
But seconds later, through gasps of air, Minhyun promised to sit there with him and attempt to figure out how to remove it before the other three returned from food shopping. Ten minutes later, however, their hands were still joined across the table and Minhyun was labeling it their adopted child while leaning across to brush his lips across Baekho’s cheek.
Baekho & JR: Cold/Warmth
“It’s cold out.” JR reasoned; his leadership voice in working mode as he wrapped the scarf around the other man’s neck.
“It’s not that cold.” Baekho shot back, but allowed the brunet to do what he pleased. “We’re only going to the station; it’s a ten minute walk, not too far.”
“Doesn’t matter, Aron tried to run out there in a long-sleeved shirt and jeans last time, remember? He was sick for two days.”
Humming in agreement, the blond leaned down and gently kissed his leader’s nose, earning an amused noise from JR in return. One of his hands shot to JR’s wrist, pulling the man in close for a proper kiss, the dark-haired man completely wrapped around his finger.
“You’re going out with it, let go now.”
Baekho weakly laughed and lowered the hand that had been secretly unwrapping the scarf from his neck, his walk stiff as he bolted out the door and away from JR’s charismatic gaze.
Baekho & Aron: Pranks
Lips bruised and teeth clanking together, the older grinned wolfishly as he tugged at the blond’s shirt, pulling it upwards to brush his fingers across a well-defined stomach. Baekho purred back at him, eyes glazed over as Aron’s hands slid backwards to firmly tug at the belt rings of his jeans.
“This really isn’t an American custom.” Aron admitted; a spark in his eyes as Baekho leaned in to place chaste kisses upon his lips.
“I figured as much.” The other answered, seemingly too lost in his own world to care as his fingers trailed up Aron’s pale skin. “You’re getting worse at lying, hyung.”
Pushing away slightly, Aron fixed his clothes and licked his lips gently, Baekho’s eyes trailing the action just as JR and Minhyun slammed the door open and sprang in to announce their manager-hyung’s arrival.
Ren trailed behind lightly as JR and Minhyun stole Baekho’s attention, the small blond scooted next to the man questionably. Aron grinned wolfishly again, producing a dark-colored wallet from his back pocket and opening it. With an eye roll Ren noticed Baekho’s ID gently resting in it and mentally called the bulkier man a moron for not taking better care of his things.
Ren & Minhyun: Hand Holding
It was simply that they liked to feel each other’s feelings rather than express them fully. Not in a perverted way, of course; but sometimes Minhyun would just like to gently run his pinky across Ren’s until they hooked under the table or Ren would just like to sit next to Minhyun and rest his head on his shoulder to feel his gentle heartbeat.
They tended to be content like that, even if the rest of group was a bit more expressive with exactly how they felt; the two were comfortable enough just knowing the other was right there. No need to shout it from the rooftops, no need for fan service, no need to be making flirtatious comments in the others general direction. No, just their gazes meeting from across the room and instantly they would feel calm, just to know the other was right there near them.
“Tired?” Ren asked after a particularly devastating fan signing where the rope holding the fans broke loose. It wasn’t that they didn’t enjoy their fans being eager to see them, but the fans had gotten so excited at the chance for close contact they’d nearly flipped over the tables and gave everyone a heart attack in the process.
Minhyun nodded gently before snuggling into the couch next to Ren, lips curling upwards into a faint smile as their legs shared a cushioned leg rest. JR was busy accepting all the apologies from the store owner, Baekho and Aron laughing behind him. The brunet took this chance to rest his hand between himself and Ren, palm facing upwards. Ren’s slim hand took his own firmly, without regrets, their fingers entwined as Ren used his other hand to skim through a magazine. Minhyun took the moment to lean back and close his eyes, faint looks now forming a beautiful smile.
Ren & JR: Respect
A relationship based upon respect, that’s what they agreed upon. Ren certainly enjoyed it; even with all his whinning he no doubt respected JR. Kim Jonghyun, the charismatic rapper with a gorgeous smile and overflowing personality. On stage, he took Ren’s breath away, powerful moves with an elegant style and focused look overflowing with confidence. Off stage, however, he was a bubbling, giggling risk-taker who somehow still oozed leadership.
“You’re so pretty.” JR told him one day, twirling a thread from his shirt that was coming undone. The coordination noonas had already told him to stop playing with it but he didn’t listen, Ren had smacked his hand every time he came close to pulling it.
Ren’s cheeks flushed a bright red, knowing what would be coming out of the brunet’s mouth next. He was a never-ending broken record of compliments and honest feelings and wishes, and Ren never found himself minding. “Shut up and kiss me like you’ve been wanting to, Jonghyun.”
A lazy grin settled on JR’s lips as he leaned over to press a lingering kiss against the blond’s mouth, Ren’s new hairstyle for Action tickling their cheeks. The older pulled back and smiled softly, mouth parting to speak his usual chain of gentlemanly compliments.
Ren’s lips pressed into a thin line, the blond attempting to look annoyed despite the faint pink blush across his cheeks, “Kim Jonghyun, you’re too respectable, you ass.”
JR simply grinned wider and unleashed his favorite quotes upon Ren’s awaiting ears.
Ren & Aron: Contentment
Aron simply liked to be with Ren, they didn’t need to do anything too special, really, just needed to be able to interact with each other and he was content. He’d always sneak glances his way or follow in a horribly un-stealthy manner that would leave most people questioning him. Ren didn’t mind, none of Nu’est did, because in a way Aron did it for them all. But Ren was special, their well-pampered, ill-tempered, nagging princess that was treated as royalty. (Sorry JR, Aron told him once, your fake royal blood has nothing on Ren. And JR simply threw his head back and laughed.)
Ren dropped his hand from where he’d been cupping half the heart symbol, Baekho hung his hand up in the air a little longer, flashing fangirls cheesy smiles and pretending to have his heart broken for Ren pulling back so early. Aron took this moment to slither into the conversation, leaning forward from his chair on the other side of Ren to lock gazes with him, “The royalty doesn’t have time to play with the peasants.”
To the fans ears it sounded bitter, possibly even a little rude, like he was waiting for Ren to attack him. But the blond was able to read between the lines, he could tell Aron wanted attention, calling him out on the fact that he’d been occupied with everyone else that day. So he gently leaned over and placed a decently tight grip on Aron’s shoulder, tilting his head just so for the other man to meet him halfway in the middle.
Fans squealed their approval, snapping photos as Aron pretended to have different emotions running across his face, from a surprised look to confusion to anger before finally giving a bitter smile.
Ren was content enough to slide back into his seat comfortably, glancing at the brunet out of the corner of his eye. Aron’s eyes promised all kinds of things when they’d get back to the dorm, lingering touches, burning kisses and lots of contentment. The blond couldn’t wait.
Minhyun & Aron: Playing
Aron had been teaching Minhyun an American game, one the younger couldn’t recognize but eagerly accepted to learn just to spend time with him. Twenty minutes in and Minhyun was still having a difficult time understanding the rules, but Aron simply shuffled the cards and dealt them, choosing to use visuals in hopes it’d help teach him.
After several (horridly) failed attempts at the game, Minhyun chose a random board game, noting Aron’s look of defeat when he couldn’t teach something he loved. But either way his hyung stepped up to the plate and helped him set up the board game, not playing until it looked perfect.
They’d played several rounds before it was time to sleep, Aron immediately snuggled into his blankets and passed out, Minhyun took the moment to ask JR if it was alright if he stepped out for a moment. The Nu’est leader looked confused and more together unsure of letting his younger member out when they should all be sleeping for a TV filming they’d be seeing the next night. He’d quickly explained what he had in mind to do and JR smiled gently, as if suddenly everything was right in the world. With permission granted Minhyun skipped out and towards their manager-hyung’s office, in search of a usable computer.
The next morning JR and Ren were making breakfast, Baekho complaining about how they should sneak on stage and perform their song in the TV taping later when Minhyun pulled Aron upstairs and asked for another game. The older shrugged and looked puzzled when Minhyun pulled out the cards instead of a board game. Almost as if he created the game, Minhyun was telling Aron all the rules that the older had been trying to teach him the day before, obviously having studied up on the game when Aron had gone to bed.
Aron grinned and leaned across the table to place several butterfly kisses against Minhyun’s lips, the younger soaking them in as the playing cards lay forgotten.
Minhyun & JR: Looks
Minhyun guessed that he and JR went well together because of their looks, of course maybe some members looked better in certain places, but for now he was only thinking of the two of them. With JR’s sharp features and smoldering eyes, he was definitely more of the manly type between them. Minhyun, however, had his face rounded and features small and soft, the more innocent-looking of the two. If nothing else, they’d look beautiful together.
Snuggling into the blankets, Minhyun turned his head to the left and quickly glanced over JR’s sleeping features, the older’s light breathing ghosting across his cheeks. Junior Royal, a grin pulled at Minhyun’s lips as he reached a hand across to feel the smooth skin of the other.
JR’s eyes fluttered open, gaze unfocused for the barest moments before his eyes softened and a sleepy smile slid onto his face, “Morning.”
The grin wouldn’t leave Minhyun’s face, a peacefully quiet moment between them before he breathed out, “Morning.”
Eyes slipping shut, JR gave a lazy stretch before his hand found Minhyun’s and their fingers entwined. He scooted close to rest his head against the other’s, figures molding into a comfortable enough position to cuddle as the rest of the band had yet to awaken. Minhyun wouldn’t regret anything when his mornings started like this, even if Aron attempted to smack them awake, Ren yelled at the top of his lungs, or Baekho somehow managed to wake before them.
There was something to be said about snuggling with JR in the mornings, Minhyun was giddy knowing it felt more perfect than it’d ever looked.
JR & Aron: Teamwork
Aron’s English. That’s all JR really needed to say about the situation. He’d seen many people speak in English-not that he fully understood it, but he’d heard it. Aron’s was different somehow, full of deep vowels and letters and spellings that JR could barely wrap his head around.
Every other morning they’d separate into groups to work on lyrics or pieces of the music, and every single time JR was paired up with the other rapper. He was glad there was more than one rapper in the group; it became a treat to watch Aron roll his r’s and speak in a partially foreign language. Especially up close and personal with no one to bother them because they were technically ‘working’.
More often than not their sessions ended up on the couch behind them, lips glued together and fingers innocently searching the skin under their shirts. Today was no different, Aron had said some positively filthy things in English (hey, JR understood just enough of it) before JR leaned across his seat and pressed his lips against Aron’s chapped ones.
Now they were snuggled together on the couch, JR’s hands tracing random patterns on Aron’s back and Aron’s fingers skimming JR’s hips as his lips attached to the younger’s neck. Teamwork was good, very, very good. Especially if it offered rewards like this.
OT5: Vacation
They’d borrowed manager-hyung’s credit card. Well… maybe borrowed wouldn’t be the best word. The PD said she found it and told them it’d be a hilarious situation to see them go crazy with it. JR, ever the diligent leader, politely declined the offer; never agreeing to it until the PD promised to pay manager-hyung back in full. Even then JR forced the group to agree they wouldn’t spend too much, wouldn’t waste too much of anyone’s wallets but their own.
So there they were, on a train towards a beach, none of them really knew which beach, they just went where the crew directed. Baekho was on his knees, peering into the glass like a child on Christmas just waiting to see that sunny sand. Aron sat next to him, making witty comments and suggesting the things to waste money on upon reaching the location. His hand was tracing Nu’est logo onto JR’s thigh, the leader gently muttering fun ideas to do upon arriving and occasionally chastising Aron for wanting to spend so much money. Minhyun was leaning eagerly across his seat, wanting to hear everything being said and waiting for the moment where Baekho would fall from not sitting properly. Only Ren sat squished into the corner, breathing light as he fell into a small nap.
There weren’t many on the train to begin with, they were heading to a beach and it was the middle of a weekday. A mother and small daughter sat at the front of the train car while an old man reading a newspaper sat in the middle. Baekho waved to each one as they got off, leaving only Nu’est and their self-cameras the crew gave them to goof off. Of course that meant running up and down the train car and pulling random stunts for a while, but eventually they’d gotten bored of it.
Aron silently turn off his self-camera, motioning for the others to do the same. JR replied instantly, shutting his off before Aron nipped his ear and began his list of dirty English phrases. Baekho followed suit and wrapped his arms around Aron, the closest person, before he called out to Ren. Minhyun shut Ren’s off before shutting off his own; poking the blond awake and motioning to Baekho. With an annoyed grunt Ren stood and made his way towards the other blond, sliding into Baekho’s lap and listening to the man’s loud laughter in his ears. Minhyun found the time to slide between JR and Aron, grinning as the group began to settle comfortably together.
Later, when they’d finally arrived at the beach and turned their self-cameras back on, the crew revealed their reason for their lateness (manager-hyung found out and was not happy). And when asked why they’d look like they’d just been through a tornado when all they did was sit on a train, JR fixed his wrinkled shirt as the others did the same and muttered something about a bumpy ride; grins never leaving the faces of the satisfied band members.
Aish, someone let me know how this is... it's my first KPop fic, I figured it'd be SHINee. But nope, Nu'est somehow won without even trying. I've been trying so hard to write JongKey or MinKey, DAMN YOU OT5.
Author-Tysonkaiexperiment
Fandom-Nu'est
Couplings/Characters-OT5 (Everyone x Everyone)
Warnings/Rating-T
Summary-Just a few paragraph-length theme drabbles for all the Nu'est pairings, eventually leading up to OT5, because Nu'est is definitely my choice to have a 5-way relationship and make it work.
Note-I've found myself becoming mostly a fan of BaekhoRen, BaekhoAron and EveryoneJR; but I do love all the pairings. :D
Note-You may also find this story on AsianFanfics.com located here.
Baekho & Ren: Ice Cream
“You’re an idiot.”
Baekho’s lower lip jut out as Ren tugged him along, a difference to the light sparkle in his eyes. His bulkier hand was gripped tightly in Ren’s smaller feminine one, the reason for the issue temporarily forgotten.
Ren scoffed, his other hand gripped his own ice cream bar tighter, the wrapper crinkling under the pressure. He took a bite before pulling away, searching for a new ice cream vendor as they abandoned the location where Baekho had dropped his.
Within an instant the well-built man tugged back, causing Ren to almost topple backward and drop his own ice cream in the process. Before the smaller blond could scream at the other Baekho’s hand shot out, finger brushing against the side of Ren’s lip lightly before pulling back.
Cheeks turning a bright red, Ren watched as Baekho pulled the finger into his mouth, licking off the sweet treat that had been on it. “You had some on your mouth.” Baekho grinned, unaffected with Ren’s flushed stare.
The smaller let out a high-pitched whine and punched Baekho in the shoulder; glaring in another direction as he put his ice cream between them and Baekho caught the indication to share it before smiling.
Baekho & Minhyun: Laughter
Minhyun’s lips tugged upwards, a hand rising to gently brush across his lips before he set it back in place. Baekho grinned innocently back, amused as he watched the brunet in front of him. Their hands were joined above the table, fingers linked together as one of Ren’s plushies sat atop Baekho’s head.
“You can’t laugh.” Baekho responded; there was a whine in his voice but nonetheless he was still grinning like an idiot.
“How did…” For a moment the brunet searched for the correct words before his eyebrows rose silently and his mouth opened partly. The same face he’d worn when he came into the room and seen the stuffed toy perched triumphantly on Baekho.
“I got Ren mad, he was having one of his princess moods.” Came the quip from the blond, “He was playing with my hair and instead of the hair gel he’d originally been putting in he decided to add some glue.”
Minhyun bit his lips, attempting to look directly at Baekho’s face. His eyes betrayed him, however, and rose to the toy before his lips began to tremble. The look on the other’s face of pure betrayal as he threw back his head and laughed.
But seconds later, through gasps of air, Minhyun promised to sit there with him and attempt to figure out how to remove it before the other three returned from food shopping. Ten minutes later, however, their hands were still joined across the table and Minhyun was labeling it their adopted child while leaning across to brush his lips across Baekho’s cheek.
Baekho & JR: Cold/Warmth
“It’s cold out.” JR reasoned; his leadership voice in working mode as he wrapped the scarf around the other man’s neck.
“It’s not that cold.” Baekho shot back, but allowed the brunet to do what he pleased. “We’re only going to the station; it’s a ten minute walk, not too far.”
“Doesn’t matter, Aron tried to run out there in a long-sleeved shirt and jeans last time, remember? He was sick for two days.”
Humming in agreement, the blond leaned down and gently kissed his leader’s nose, earning an amused noise from JR in return. One of his hands shot to JR’s wrist, pulling the man in close for a proper kiss, the dark-haired man completely wrapped around his finger.
“You’re going out with it, let go now.”
Baekho weakly laughed and lowered the hand that had been secretly unwrapping the scarf from his neck, his walk stiff as he bolted out the door and away from JR’s charismatic gaze.
Baekho & Aron: Pranks
Lips bruised and teeth clanking together, the older grinned wolfishly as he tugged at the blond’s shirt, pulling it upwards to brush his fingers across a well-defined stomach. Baekho purred back at him, eyes glazed over as Aron’s hands slid backwards to firmly tug at the belt rings of his jeans.
“This really isn’t an American custom.” Aron admitted; a spark in his eyes as Baekho leaned in to place chaste kisses upon his lips.
“I figured as much.” The other answered, seemingly too lost in his own world to care as his fingers trailed up Aron’s pale skin. “You’re getting worse at lying, hyung.”
Pushing away slightly, Aron fixed his clothes and licked his lips gently, Baekho’s eyes trailing the action just as JR and Minhyun slammed the door open and sprang in to announce their manager-hyung’s arrival.
Ren trailed behind lightly as JR and Minhyun stole Baekho’s attention, the small blond scooted next to the man questionably. Aron grinned wolfishly again, producing a dark-colored wallet from his back pocket and opening it. With an eye roll Ren noticed Baekho’s ID gently resting in it and mentally called the bulkier man a moron for not taking better care of his things.
Ren & Minhyun: Hand Holding
It was simply that they liked to feel each other’s feelings rather than express them fully. Not in a perverted way, of course; but sometimes Minhyun would just like to gently run his pinky across Ren’s until they hooked under the table or Ren would just like to sit next to Minhyun and rest his head on his shoulder to feel his gentle heartbeat.
They tended to be content like that, even if the rest of group was a bit more expressive with exactly how they felt; the two were comfortable enough just knowing the other was right there. No need to shout it from the rooftops, no need for fan service, no need to be making flirtatious comments in the others general direction. No, just their gazes meeting from across the room and instantly they would feel calm, just to know the other was right there near them.
“Tired?” Ren asked after a particularly devastating fan signing where the rope holding the fans broke loose. It wasn’t that they didn’t enjoy their fans being eager to see them, but the fans had gotten so excited at the chance for close contact they’d nearly flipped over the tables and gave everyone a heart attack in the process.
Minhyun nodded gently before snuggling into the couch next to Ren, lips curling upwards into a faint smile as their legs shared a cushioned leg rest. JR was busy accepting all the apologies from the store owner, Baekho and Aron laughing behind him. The brunet took this chance to rest his hand between himself and Ren, palm facing upwards. Ren’s slim hand took his own firmly, without regrets, their fingers entwined as Ren used his other hand to skim through a magazine. Minhyun took the moment to lean back and close his eyes, faint looks now forming a beautiful smile.
Ren & JR: Respect
A relationship based upon respect, that’s what they agreed upon. Ren certainly enjoyed it; even with all his whinning he no doubt respected JR. Kim Jonghyun, the charismatic rapper with a gorgeous smile and overflowing personality. On stage, he took Ren’s breath away, powerful moves with an elegant style and focused look overflowing with confidence. Off stage, however, he was a bubbling, giggling risk-taker who somehow still oozed leadership.
“You’re so pretty.” JR told him one day, twirling a thread from his shirt that was coming undone. The coordination noonas had already told him to stop playing with it but he didn’t listen, Ren had smacked his hand every time he came close to pulling it.
Ren’s cheeks flushed a bright red, knowing what would be coming out of the brunet’s mouth next. He was a never-ending broken record of compliments and honest feelings and wishes, and Ren never found himself minding. “Shut up and kiss me like you’ve been wanting to, Jonghyun.”
A lazy grin settled on JR’s lips as he leaned over to press a lingering kiss against the blond’s mouth, Ren’s new hairstyle for Action tickling their cheeks. The older pulled back and smiled softly, mouth parting to speak his usual chain of gentlemanly compliments.
Ren’s lips pressed into a thin line, the blond attempting to look annoyed despite the faint pink blush across his cheeks, “Kim Jonghyun, you’re too respectable, you ass.”
JR simply grinned wider and unleashed his favorite quotes upon Ren’s awaiting ears.
Ren & Aron: Contentment
Aron simply liked to be with Ren, they didn’t need to do anything too special, really, just needed to be able to interact with each other and he was content. He’d always sneak glances his way or follow in a horribly un-stealthy manner that would leave most people questioning him. Ren didn’t mind, none of Nu’est did, because in a way Aron did it for them all. But Ren was special, their well-pampered, ill-tempered, nagging princess that was treated as royalty. (Sorry JR, Aron told him once, your fake royal blood has nothing on Ren. And JR simply threw his head back and laughed.)
Ren dropped his hand from where he’d been cupping half the heart symbol, Baekho hung his hand up in the air a little longer, flashing fangirls cheesy smiles and pretending to have his heart broken for Ren pulling back so early. Aron took this moment to slither into the conversation, leaning forward from his chair on the other side of Ren to lock gazes with him, “The royalty doesn’t have time to play with the peasants.”
To the fans ears it sounded bitter, possibly even a little rude, like he was waiting for Ren to attack him. But the blond was able to read between the lines, he could tell Aron wanted attention, calling him out on the fact that he’d been occupied with everyone else that day. So he gently leaned over and placed a decently tight grip on Aron’s shoulder, tilting his head just so for the other man to meet him halfway in the middle.
Fans squealed their approval, snapping photos as Aron pretended to have different emotions running across his face, from a surprised look to confusion to anger before finally giving a bitter smile.
Ren was content enough to slide back into his seat comfortably, glancing at the brunet out of the corner of his eye. Aron’s eyes promised all kinds of things when they’d get back to the dorm, lingering touches, burning kisses and lots of contentment. The blond couldn’t wait.
Minhyun & Aron: Playing
Aron had been teaching Minhyun an American game, one the younger couldn’t recognize but eagerly accepted to learn just to spend time with him. Twenty minutes in and Minhyun was still having a difficult time understanding the rules, but Aron simply shuffled the cards and dealt them, choosing to use visuals in hopes it’d help teach him.
After several (horridly) failed attempts at the game, Minhyun chose a random board game, noting Aron’s look of defeat when he couldn’t teach something he loved. But either way his hyung stepped up to the plate and helped him set up the board game, not playing until it looked perfect.
They’d played several rounds before it was time to sleep, Aron immediately snuggled into his blankets and passed out, Minhyun took the moment to ask JR if it was alright if he stepped out for a moment. The Nu’est leader looked confused and more together unsure of letting his younger member out when they should all be sleeping for a TV filming they’d be seeing the next night. He’d quickly explained what he had in mind to do and JR smiled gently, as if suddenly everything was right in the world. With permission granted Minhyun skipped out and towards their manager-hyung’s office, in search of a usable computer.
The next morning JR and Ren were making breakfast, Baekho complaining about how they should sneak on stage and perform their song in the TV taping later when Minhyun pulled Aron upstairs and asked for another game. The older shrugged and looked puzzled when Minhyun pulled out the cards instead of a board game. Almost as if he created the game, Minhyun was telling Aron all the rules that the older had been trying to teach him the day before, obviously having studied up on the game when Aron had gone to bed.
Aron grinned and leaned across the table to place several butterfly kisses against Minhyun’s lips, the younger soaking them in as the playing cards lay forgotten.
Minhyun & JR: Looks
Minhyun guessed that he and JR went well together because of their looks, of course maybe some members looked better in certain places, but for now he was only thinking of the two of them. With JR’s sharp features and smoldering eyes, he was definitely more of the manly type between them. Minhyun, however, had his face rounded and features small and soft, the more innocent-looking of the two. If nothing else, they’d look beautiful together.
Snuggling into the blankets, Minhyun turned his head to the left and quickly glanced over JR’s sleeping features, the older’s light breathing ghosting across his cheeks. Junior Royal, a grin pulled at Minhyun’s lips as he reached a hand across to feel the smooth skin of the other.
JR’s eyes fluttered open, gaze unfocused for the barest moments before his eyes softened and a sleepy smile slid onto his face, “Morning.”
The grin wouldn’t leave Minhyun’s face, a peacefully quiet moment between them before he breathed out, “Morning.”
Eyes slipping shut, JR gave a lazy stretch before his hand found Minhyun’s and their fingers entwined. He scooted close to rest his head against the other’s, figures molding into a comfortable enough position to cuddle as the rest of the band had yet to awaken. Minhyun wouldn’t regret anything when his mornings started like this, even if Aron attempted to smack them awake, Ren yelled at the top of his lungs, or Baekho somehow managed to wake before them.
There was something to be said about snuggling with JR in the mornings, Minhyun was giddy knowing it felt more perfect than it’d ever looked.
JR & Aron: Teamwork
Aron’s English. That’s all JR really needed to say about the situation. He’d seen many people speak in English-not that he fully understood it, but he’d heard it. Aron’s was different somehow, full of deep vowels and letters and spellings that JR could barely wrap his head around.
Every other morning they’d separate into groups to work on lyrics or pieces of the music, and every single time JR was paired up with the other rapper. He was glad there was more than one rapper in the group; it became a treat to watch Aron roll his r’s and speak in a partially foreign language. Especially up close and personal with no one to bother them because they were technically ‘working’.
More often than not their sessions ended up on the couch behind them, lips glued together and fingers innocently searching the skin under their shirts. Today was no different, Aron had said some positively filthy things in English (hey, JR understood just enough of it) before JR leaned across his seat and pressed his lips against Aron’s chapped ones.
Now they were snuggled together on the couch, JR’s hands tracing random patterns on Aron’s back and Aron’s fingers skimming JR’s hips as his lips attached to the younger’s neck. Teamwork was good, very, very good. Especially if it offered rewards like this.
OT5: Vacation
They’d borrowed manager-hyung’s credit card. Well… maybe borrowed wouldn’t be the best word. The PD said she found it and told them it’d be a hilarious situation to see them go crazy with it. JR, ever the diligent leader, politely declined the offer; never agreeing to it until the PD promised to pay manager-hyung back in full. Even then JR forced the group to agree they wouldn’t spend too much, wouldn’t waste too much of anyone’s wallets but their own.
So there they were, on a train towards a beach, none of them really knew which beach, they just went where the crew directed. Baekho was on his knees, peering into the glass like a child on Christmas just waiting to see that sunny sand. Aron sat next to him, making witty comments and suggesting the things to waste money on upon reaching the location. His hand was tracing Nu’est logo onto JR’s thigh, the leader gently muttering fun ideas to do upon arriving and occasionally chastising Aron for wanting to spend so much money. Minhyun was leaning eagerly across his seat, wanting to hear everything being said and waiting for the moment where Baekho would fall from not sitting properly. Only Ren sat squished into the corner, breathing light as he fell into a small nap.
There weren’t many on the train to begin with, they were heading to a beach and it was the middle of a weekday. A mother and small daughter sat at the front of the train car while an old man reading a newspaper sat in the middle. Baekho waved to each one as they got off, leaving only Nu’est and their self-cameras the crew gave them to goof off. Of course that meant running up and down the train car and pulling random stunts for a while, but eventually they’d gotten bored of it.
Aron silently turn off his self-camera, motioning for the others to do the same. JR replied instantly, shutting his off before Aron nipped his ear and began his list of dirty English phrases. Baekho followed suit and wrapped his arms around Aron, the closest person, before he called out to Ren. Minhyun shut Ren’s off before shutting off his own; poking the blond awake and motioning to Baekho. With an annoyed grunt Ren stood and made his way towards the other blond, sliding into Baekho’s lap and listening to the man’s loud laughter in his ears. Minhyun found the time to slide between JR and Aron, grinning as the group began to settle comfortably together.
Later, when they’d finally arrived at the beach and turned their self-cameras back on, the crew revealed their reason for their lateness (manager-hyung found out and was not happy). And when asked why they’d look like they’d just been through a tornado when all they did was sit on a train, JR fixed his wrinkled shirt as the others did the same and muttered something about a bumpy ride; grins never leaving the faces of the satisfied band members.
Aish, someone let me know how this is... it's my first KPop fic, I figured it'd be SHINee. But nope, Nu'est somehow won without even trying. I've been trying so hard to write JongKey or MinKey, DAMN YOU OT5.