[fic] Touchy Feely
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Touchy Feely
itachibana13
G; comedy, romance.
jonghyun/onew; 1870 words.
this was originally posted over at kpop_ficmix over here and is a remix of katsudono's fic cold hot baby, cold ice baby. you guys should totally read her fic first! also, i edited it a little from the one on kpop_ficmix because there were lots of typos and i was all -_- wtf is this. so yeah! i fixed it, but there's barely any difference.
That night Jonghyun had felt unusually cold, and Jinki had looked unexpectedly warm. So he simply crawled down from his bed and into Jinki's, throwing the covers on him and snuggled in close to his chest.
A couple minutes later, Jinki groans in his sleep, throwing an arm over Jonghyun. By then Jonghyun's almost half asleep, but he shivers as Jinki's hand goes from his hair to his neck, and down his back until it stops at the section of skin above his pants. It feels surprisingly good, and Jonghyun opens his eyes.
Except Jinki wakes up at the same time, and he backs up until he falls down between the tiny gap of bunk bed and floor. "Jonghyun," he gasps out.
"Hi?" He offers.
"What are you doing?"
Jonghyun tries a smile. "I was cold?"
He watches Jinki put a hand over his face. "Can you just," he points to Jonghyun's bed. "Your bed, please?"
Jonghyun feels like someone just kicked him in the guts, and visibly deflates, climbing up the ladder into his bed. He watches Jinki toss and turn for the rest of night, and can't help but feel a little guilty.
The next day is a variety show recording, and Jonghyun watches Jinki out of the corner of his eye the whole time. It's kind of awkward, but he really, really feels like hugging Jinki. Or wrapping an arm around his shoulder, or just holding hands. It's very weird, but the temptation is just too much, so he attempts to grab Jinki's wrist. Who promptly flails and almost falls over, if it isn't for Kibum who grabs his other wrist and gives the camera a huge ear-to-ear grin. Then he glances at Jonghyun and gives him that what-the-fuck-do-you-think-you're-doing-i'm-going-shank-you-later look.
During recording various things happen, like always having their legs touch, or leaning back against Jinki, or pretending to laugh so hard he needs to grab onto Jinki for support. It fools almost everyone except for Jinki.
He corners Jinki after the show, and hi cheeks burn with the embarrassment of having to say this.
"I have this problem," Jonghyun says, stuffing his hands into his pocket.
"Problem," Jinki repeats. Jonghyun visibly flinches and bites his lower lip, shifting on his feet.
"Yeah." He looks at Jinki's shoes and tries to calm his mind. The shoes are black and white, and it doesn't look like he's wearing any socks because his ankles are easily visible and Jonghyun gets the urge wrap his hand around it, or poke it with his foot, in a way - like footsie.
That's not helping his case.
"I want to touch." He glances up at Jinki and then back down. "You. Um, basically all the time."
He gathers the courage to look back up at Jinki, who blinks at him.
"Touch. Me. All the time."
"Yes?"
Jinki stares at him with that you're-fucking-kidding-me look but raises an arm anyways. Jonghyun stares at it for a split second before breaking out a grin and grabs it, putting his head on Jinki's shoulder. He sighs in content as Jinki pats his head awkwardly.
Key walks past them and stares for a second before turning around and leaving.
Jonghyun does it a lot more often than he should. When they're sitting in the van next to each other, he'll lean against Jinki and play with the bracelets on his wrist, or puts his head on Jinki's shoulder, becoming all too interested in the fabric on Jinki's shirt. When they're randomly walking around, he'll tug the back of Jinki's shirt, lightly pull on his necklace or hair, or even grab onto his belt loop. Jinki will turn to face him and Jonghyun gives him this stupid desperate look. Jinki, being the kind soul he is, gives in and let's Jonghyun hug him, or wrap an arm around his waist.
"This has got to stop," Kibum says, eyeing them. Jonghyun is sprawled out on the couch, head on Jinki's lap and playing with his necklace. He stops for a moment, looking at Kibum.
"It's kind of cute," Taemin replies, looking slightly like he wants to puke.
Minho rolls his eyes and drags the two out of the dressing room. "Come on, let's give them some privacy."
"It is my room too!"
They're sitting on the couch, Jonghyun reading a book and Jinki watching TV. Jonghyun lies on the couch, back against the arm rest and leg on Jinki's lap. Jinki keeps sliding down the couch so that Jonghyun's foot is mere inches away from his crotch.
Jinki tries to ignore how awkward he feels, because Jonghyun is clearly not feeling it, and sits up properly again. Except Jonghyun stretches out, flexing his fingers and toes and makes a little groaning sound before settling down again.
"Um," Jinki coughs a bit, eyeing Jonghyun's foot.
Jonghyun looks down to see his foot pretty much right on Jinki's crotch. He flushes red and brings his legs to his chest. "Right. Right, sorry."
"It's okay," he says, heading for the bedroom.
Jonghyun crosses his arms, book forgotten, feeling sort of guilty. He stares at his foot for a bit, cursing it off mentally. Jonghyun sits there for a few more minutes, and looks at the spot where Jinki was at. It's cold, he sighs. And lonely. Cold and lonely.
He doesn't like it. He imagines Jinki's warmth of when he hugs him, leans against him, or any occasion where they're together. And the event that just happened pops into his head. He closes his eyes and pictures the outline of Jinki's back as he walks away.
He feels cold again.
Jinki avoids him. It's obvious, even when they're always together. After a few days Jonghyun realizes that no, Jinki does not want to be near him, so he deflates and lets him. He attaches himself to Minho instead, though they both know he's the sucky replacement.
"You're avoiding him."
"No. He's avoiding me," Jonghyun says resolutely.
Minho closes his eyes, and the stylist starts to apply eyeliner. "You're not?"
"I'm not."
"You're not." Minho says.
Jonghyun grins. "Exactly!"
"But you're making it easier for him."
"See? You know exactly what I'm- wait what. No! Stop reading psychology books!"
It happens in the middle of the song, right before Jonghyun is supposed to sing one his crazy adlibs. He doesn't actually know what happens until he's on the floor and pain wracks throughout his body. His whole body feels funny, and his head hurts like hell. He presses his head into his hand and tries to shoo everyone away with excuses that he's okay.
Someone calls the doctor and people crowd around him, asking if he's okay.
Minho approaches him first, waving a hand in front of his face. "Jonghyun?"
"I'm okay, seriously I'm fine, it's nothing at all, don't worry about it, I'll get up in a sec and we can keep practicing-"
"You are not fine," Kibum states, helping him up. "Come on." He leads him over to a chair and someone else sits down next to him. He turns his head to see Jinki.
"Hey Jinki-"
Jinki waves him off. "Not now, you’re injured, and not in the right frame of mind, don’t stress yourself out and please don’t have a concussion. Just wait, we’ll talk it out later and it’ll be okay."
Jonghyun smiles and puts one arm around Jinki's hips and smiles, sighing. "Thanks." He keeps it that way for the rest of the time, laughing and grinning at Jinki as they mime the other groups performing.
The doctor says Jonghyun is fit for dance and that the injury is nothing serious, just a headache.
They perform, and it's perfect. They finish the performance and Jonghyun clings onto Jinki in a rib-cracking hug, smiling into his shoulder, half asleep.
"Missed you," Jonghyun whispers into his shirt.
"So are you together yet?" Kibum asks loudly.
Jinki blanches. "God no," he says, making a face. Jonghyun frowns, adjusting himself on Jinki's lap. He stares at the window with a frown.
Kibum laughs. “You’re a great liar.”
Jonghyun smiles.
Jonghyun latches onto Jinki every single second he can, which is like every single second, and Jinki doesn't mind it. Actually, he kind of really, really likes it.
Jinki is hugging Jonghyun from behind with his cheek against his forehead while Jonghyun's head is on Jinki's shoulder.
"That's cute," Kibum says sarcastically.
When Jonghyun goes to sleep at night, he thinks about sleeping his own bed, but takes a slight look at Jinki who is nestled under the bed covers before changing direction and crawling over to him. Instead of being kicked away, Jinki grabs his waist and pulls him closer, Jonghyun smiling into his chest.
Because Kibum is an annoying prick - or so Jonghyun likes to think (that's what best friends are for) - the next morning he glances at Jonghyun and Jinki, who are playing footsie under the table, and says, "You guys are so sleeping together."
"Don't want to know," Taemin replies, shoving a piece of bread into his mouth.
Jinki frowns, his foot stopping at Jonghyun's ankle. "Are not."
"Really, really are not," Jonghyun says, chugging his glass of water, in hopes of hiding his blush.
"That's really nice hyung," Minho replies.
A couple of days later, Jonghyun watches Jinki move in and out of rooms with a confused look on his face. He looks at him walk into a room and shrugs, digging a spoon into his yoghurt. Then Jinki comes out again, ignoring Jonghyun, and walks into the next room kind of desperately. He comes out again, with an almost defensive looking facial expression. When he walks out of the fourth room, he just looks dazed on confused. Jonghyun shrugs and scoops more yoghurt out of the container.
Jinki looks up to see Jonghyun and asks, "Do I like you?"
Jonghyun pauses, spoon mere centimeters from his lips, and meets his eyes. "I don't know, do you?"
He watches Jinki look exasperated as his head meets kitchen counter. Jonghyun pats it affectionately. “It’s okay, I like you too, but not in that way.”
The next day, Jonghyun is simply walking through to his room when he hears Jinki and Kibum talking. He supposes that he shouldn't be listening in on their conversation, but he hears his name mentioned, so he tells himself that's its okay.
"He hugs you like, all the time. He can’t not like you after that."
"But, but, but-"
"No, he does."
Jonghyun frowns. Does he like Jinki? He thinks about all the moments where he's not clinging onto Jinki. Those moments were usually where he was thinking about wanting to hug Jinki. He frowns.
That shouldn't be happening.
So maybe he does kind of like Jinki. It's only a little bit anyways.
His thoughts are disrupted by Jinki walking out into the hallway, almost bumping into him.
Jonghyun stares at him for a brief moment. "So apparently I like you," he says.
Jinki grins and opens his arms. "That's okay, I like you too!"
Jonghyun grins and wraps his arms around him.
Well if this is what he gets for liking Jinki, then maybe he does like him. A lot.
Touchy Feely
itachibana13
G; comedy, romance.
jonghyun/onew; 1870 words.
this was originally posted over at kpop_ficmix over here and is a remix of katsudono's fic cold hot baby, cold ice baby. you guys should totally read her fic first! also, i edited it a little from the one on kpop_ficmix because there were lots of typos and i was all -_- wtf is this. so yeah! i fixed it, but there's barely any difference.
That night Jonghyun had felt unusually cold, and Jinki had looked unexpectedly warm. So he simply crawled down from his bed and into Jinki's, throwing the covers on him and snuggled in close to his chest.
A couple minutes later, Jinki groans in his sleep, throwing an arm over Jonghyun. By then Jonghyun's almost half asleep, but he shivers as Jinki's hand goes from his hair to his neck, and down his back until it stops at the section of skin above his pants. It feels surprisingly good, and Jonghyun opens his eyes.
Except Jinki wakes up at the same time, and he backs up until he falls down between the tiny gap of bunk bed and floor. "Jonghyun," he gasps out.
"Hi?" He offers.
"What are you doing?"
Jonghyun tries a smile. "I was cold?"
He watches Jinki put a hand over his face. "Can you just," he points to Jonghyun's bed. "Your bed, please?"
Jonghyun feels like someone just kicked him in the guts, and visibly deflates, climbing up the ladder into his bed. He watches Jinki toss and turn for the rest of night, and can't help but feel a little guilty.
The next day is a variety show recording, and Jonghyun watches Jinki out of the corner of his eye the whole time. It's kind of awkward, but he really, really feels like hugging Jinki. Or wrapping an arm around his shoulder, or just holding hands. It's very weird, but the temptation is just too much, so he attempts to grab Jinki's wrist. Who promptly flails and almost falls over, if it isn't for Kibum who grabs his other wrist and gives the camera a huge ear-to-ear grin. Then he glances at Jonghyun and gives him that what-the-fuck-do-you-think-you're-doing-i'm-going-shank-you-later look.
During recording various things happen, like always having their legs touch, or leaning back against Jinki, or pretending to laugh so hard he needs to grab onto Jinki for support. It fools almost everyone except for Jinki.
He corners Jinki after the show, and hi cheeks burn with the embarrassment of having to say this.
"I have this problem," Jonghyun says, stuffing his hands into his pocket.
"Problem," Jinki repeats. Jonghyun visibly flinches and bites his lower lip, shifting on his feet.
"Yeah." He looks at Jinki's shoes and tries to calm his mind. The shoes are black and white, and it doesn't look like he's wearing any socks because his ankles are easily visible and Jonghyun gets the urge wrap his hand around it, or poke it with his foot, in a way - like footsie.
That's not helping his case.
"I want to touch." He glances up at Jinki and then back down. "You. Um, basically all the time."
He gathers the courage to look back up at Jinki, who blinks at him.
"Touch. Me. All the time."
"Yes?"
Jinki stares at him with that you're-fucking-kidding-me look but raises an arm anyways. Jonghyun stares at it for a split second before breaking out a grin and grabs it, putting his head on Jinki's shoulder. He sighs in content as Jinki pats his head awkwardly.
Key walks past them and stares for a second before turning around and leaving.
Jonghyun does it a lot more often than he should. When they're sitting in the van next to each other, he'll lean against Jinki and play with the bracelets on his wrist, or puts his head on Jinki's shoulder, becoming all too interested in the fabric on Jinki's shirt. When they're randomly walking around, he'll tug the back of Jinki's shirt, lightly pull on his necklace or hair, or even grab onto his belt loop. Jinki will turn to face him and Jonghyun gives him this stupid desperate look. Jinki, being the kind soul he is, gives in and let's Jonghyun hug him, or wrap an arm around his waist.
"This has got to stop," Kibum says, eyeing them. Jonghyun is sprawled out on the couch, head on Jinki's lap and playing with his necklace. He stops for a moment, looking at Kibum.
"It's kind of cute," Taemin replies, looking slightly like he wants to puke.
Minho rolls his eyes and drags the two out of the dressing room. "Come on, let's give them some privacy."
"It is my room too!"
They're sitting on the couch, Jonghyun reading a book and Jinki watching TV. Jonghyun lies on the couch, back against the arm rest and leg on Jinki's lap. Jinki keeps sliding down the couch so that Jonghyun's foot is mere inches away from his crotch.
Jinki tries to ignore how awkward he feels, because Jonghyun is clearly not feeling it, and sits up properly again. Except Jonghyun stretches out, flexing his fingers and toes and makes a little groaning sound before settling down again.
"Um," Jinki coughs a bit, eyeing Jonghyun's foot.
Jonghyun looks down to see his foot pretty much right on Jinki's crotch. He flushes red and brings his legs to his chest. "Right. Right, sorry."
"It's okay," he says, heading for the bedroom.
Jonghyun crosses his arms, book forgotten, feeling sort of guilty. He stares at his foot for a bit, cursing it off mentally. Jonghyun sits there for a few more minutes, and looks at the spot where Jinki was at. It's cold, he sighs. And lonely. Cold and lonely.
He doesn't like it. He imagines Jinki's warmth of when he hugs him, leans against him, or any occasion where they're together. And the event that just happened pops into his head. He closes his eyes and pictures the outline of Jinki's back as he walks away.
He feels cold again.
Jinki avoids him. It's obvious, even when they're always together. After a few days Jonghyun realizes that no, Jinki does not want to be near him, so he deflates and lets him. He attaches himself to Minho instead, though they both know he's the sucky replacement.
"You're avoiding him."
"No. He's avoiding me," Jonghyun says resolutely.
Minho closes his eyes, and the stylist starts to apply eyeliner. "You're not?"
"I'm not."
"You're not." Minho says.
Jonghyun grins. "Exactly!"
"But you're making it easier for him."
"See? You know exactly what I'm- wait what. No! Stop reading psychology books!"
It happens in the middle of the song, right before Jonghyun is supposed to sing one his crazy adlibs. He doesn't actually know what happens until he's on the floor and pain wracks throughout his body. His whole body feels funny, and his head hurts like hell. He presses his head into his hand and tries to shoo everyone away with excuses that he's okay.
Someone calls the doctor and people crowd around him, asking if he's okay.
Minho approaches him first, waving a hand in front of his face. "Jonghyun?"
"I'm okay, seriously I'm fine, it's nothing at all, don't worry about it, I'll get up in a sec and we can keep practicing-"
"You are not fine," Kibum states, helping him up. "Come on." He leads him over to a chair and someone else sits down next to him. He turns his head to see Jinki.
"Hey Jinki-"
Jinki waves him off. "Not now, you’re injured, and not in the right frame of mind, don’t stress yourself out and please don’t have a concussion. Just wait, we’ll talk it out later and it’ll be okay."
Jonghyun smiles and puts one arm around Jinki's hips and smiles, sighing. "Thanks." He keeps it that way for the rest of the time, laughing and grinning at Jinki as they mime the other groups performing.
The doctor says Jonghyun is fit for dance and that the injury is nothing serious, just a headache.
They perform, and it's perfect. They finish the performance and Jonghyun clings onto Jinki in a rib-cracking hug, smiling into his shoulder, half asleep.
"Missed you," Jonghyun whispers into his shirt.
"So are you together yet?" Kibum asks loudly.
Jinki blanches. "God no," he says, making a face. Jonghyun frowns, adjusting himself on Jinki's lap. He stares at the window with a frown.
Kibum laughs. “You’re a great liar.”
Jonghyun smiles.
Jonghyun latches onto Jinki every single second he can, which is like every single second, and Jinki doesn't mind it. Actually, he kind of really, really likes it.
Jinki is hugging Jonghyun from behind with his cheek against his forehead while Jonghyun's head is on Jinki's shoulder.
"That's cute," Kibum says sarcastically.
When Jonghyun goes to sleep at night, he thinks about sleeping his own bed, but takes a slight look at Jinki who is nestled under the bed covers before changing direction and crawling over to him. Instead of being kicked away, Jinki grabs his waist and pulls him closer, Jonghyun smiling into his chest.
Because Kibum is an annoying prick - or so Jonghyun likes to think (that's what best friends are for) - the next morning he glances at Jonghyun and Jinki, who are playing footsie under the table, and says, "You guys are so sleeping together."
"Don't want to know," Taemin replies, shoving a piece of bread into his mouth.
Jinki frowns, his foot stopping at Jonghyun's ankle. "Are not."
"Really, really are not," Jonghyun says, chugging his glass of water, in hopes of hiding his blush.
"That's really nice hyung," Minho replies.
A couple of days later, Jonghyun watches Jinki move in and out of rooms with a confused look on his face. He looks at him walk into a room and shrugs, digging a spoon into his yoghurt. Then Jinki comes out again, ignoring Jonghyun, and walks into the next room kind of desperately. He comes out again, with an almost defensive looking facial expression. When he walks out of the fourth room, he just looks dazed on confused. Jonghyun shrugs and scoops more yoghurt out of the container.
Jinki looks up to see Jonghyun and asks, "Do I like you?"
Jonghyun pauses, spoon mere centimeters from his lips, and meets his eyes. "I don't know, do you?"
He watches Jinki look exasperated as his head meets kitchen counter. Jonghyun pats it affectionately. “It’s okay, I like you too, but not in that way.”
The next day, Jonghyun is simply walking through to his room when he hears Jinki and Kibum talking. He supposes that he shouldn't be listening in on their conversation, but he hears his name mentioned, so he tells himself that's its okay.
"He hugs you like, all the time. He can’t not like you after that."
"But, but, but-"
"No, he does."
Jonghyun frowns. Does he like Jinki? He thinks about all the moments where he's not clinging onto Jinki. Those moments were usually where he was thinking about wanting to hug Jinki. He frowns.
That shouldn't be happening.
So maybe he does kind of like Jinki. It's only a little bit anyways.
His thoughts are disrupted by Jinki walking out into the hallway, almost bumping into him.
Jonghyun stares at him for a brief moment. "So apparently I like you," he says.
Jinki grins and opens his arms. "That's okay, I like you too!"
Jonghyun grins and wraps his arms around him.
Well if this is what he gets for liking Jinki, then maybe he does like him. A lot.