The Kiss
Title: The Kiss
Rating: pg-13
Pairing: Jongho
Genre: fluffy fluff and stuff
Author/Artist Note: I'm bring smut back soon I promise, I just need to finish some stories I started awhile ago first. I know this is late but it's suppose to take place right after the forever best moment in my OTP history when Jonghyun kissed Minho in Nanjing.
Minho keeps replaying it in his head. Every time he catches himself he tells his brain to stop because he’s knows if he doesn’t think about it then it won’t be a big deal. But it’s a big deal. And the more they all ignore it the weirder it becomes. It’s not uncomfortable weird, because Minho takes secret pleasure in the way his face gets hot and he feels his breath shorten when the topic gets almost referred to, but not directly. He’s silently egging people on in his head for someone to be the catalyst, set things in motion again, because he certainly can’t do it, but he wants it done.
Three days later he has done a little more dancing around the house, has tried to leave doors a little more ajar in case anyone wants to accidently slip inside, and he’s been pretending to go to bed early with the slight hope someone will get a little bolder if they think he’s asleep. But on the fourth day a fear sets in as the high wears off. Minho feels like there is this timer on it but he doesn’t know how much time is left or what he has to do before Jonghyun decides Onew is maniler or Key is better looking. This is the one area where he doesn’t know how to put his work ethic to use because he can train until he pukes or study until his eyesight goes but he doesn’t know how to work at getting Jonghyun to pay attention to him again, so eventually he decides to do the only thing he can think of, and borrows a mind control book from the library.
As he’s walking home with it he realizes how crazy he’s just become. His band members are going to beat him over the head with the book if he just walks in. He can already hear Key, “Who the fuck does that? Written by Dr. Jose Silva? Who the fuck thinks hocus pocus make them a doctor?”
If Key knew it had to do with Jonghyun he’d tease a lot less and probably help throw the two together. He’d lock them in the laundry room if he had to and leave them there all night. Minho had the urge to tell Key now because Key knows how to make these things happen and he doesn’t do it half-assed, but Minho can’t just ask for help because… well he doesn’t know why but he knows he can’t. He tucks the book under his shirt and it bulges weirdly but as long as he keeps his jacket on it should be fine. Except it’s a hundred degrees out and he might die. But he smiles a little as he think about how this could all be worth it. Oh shit he’s really crazy. He stops walking and feels like he’s going to puke.
-
Minho keeps the book under his pillow and reads about a chapter in it every night. He waits stiff and still until he can hear the breathing patterns that mean sleep before he slips the book under his arm and shuffles quietly to the bathroom. He’s only on the fourth chapter though when someone knocks on the bathroom door one night, and it’s mentioned nothing about convincing people they don’t really need to pee yet.
“Have to have to, god Minho just open the fucking door.”
“Hyung, just hold it I’m busy.”
“Minho if you’re not letting me take a fucking piss because you’re masturbating or something…”
“I’m not! Why do I always have to be masturbating if I’m alone for more than five seconds!”
“Jesus fucking Christ don’t get so upset, just let me in so I can piss and I’ll love you long time afterwards.”
Minho blushes despite the grossness of Jonghyun’s words and tosses the book in the shower. He closes the curtain and unlocks the door and Jonghyun almost knocks him out as he barrels towards the toilet. Minho waits awkwardly with his eyes downcast as an ‘ahhh’ escapes Jonghyun’s mouth and he wishes he had thought this out a little more because he doesn’t want to just leave the book in the shower like this but standing and waiting for Jonghyun to finish up and leave is beyond uncomfortable.
Jonghyun shakes off his dick and tucks it back in his pants as he turns to look at Minho,
“You didn’t think I was serious did you?”
“Huh?”
Minho doesn’t remember what they were talking about because he’s just thinking how can use his mind control powers to get Jonghyun to go back to sleep and forget this happened when he realizes Jonghyun has his hand against the side of his face smirking.
“Meeno want a suck n’ fuck?” he’s doing some kind of terrible accent that sounds more like he’s drunk then racist and Minho’s face twists in disgust at himself for liking Jonghyun so much.
“Hyung you didn’t wash your hands.”
Jonghyun rolls his eyes but leaves Minho’s space to make an overly showy presentation of a minute long hand washing griping about how he didn’t know Minho was a germaphobe, but even when he finally finishes he still doesn’t leave.
He causally glances over the room before squatting down to open the cabinet and Minho realizes to his horror that Jonghyun knows that Minho hid something and is now trying to find it. Minho kicks the door shut and Jonghyun’s eyes widen as he looks up at the taller man.
“What the fuck is your problem? I was just looking for some hand lotion cause my skin is dry, god.”
“Hyung just leave.”
It comes out as more than a whine then Minho wants it to but Jonghyun doesn’t really hear him anyway as his eyes light up and he turns towards the shower. They lunge towards it at the same time and Jonghyun’s closer but Minho has a much bigger leap. They end up tearing down the curtain as Minho clutches the book against his chest, rolling into a ball. Jonghyun sits on top of the younger boy, fists pounding into his back.
“Yah! Let me see! What the fuck are you hiding that you can’t even show your favorite hyung!”
“It’s a mind control book, okay! Stop it!”
Jonghyun stops hitting Minho as they separate their upper bodies a little to face each other. Minho sits sort of curled into himself still hiding the book behind his arms as Jonghyun keeps his legs sprawled across Minho’s.
“Why- do you have a mind control book?”
Minho pouts and it would be funny if it didn’t look like he was genuinely upset.
“I wanted to try and get you to pay attention to me again.”
Jonghyun eyebrows do something funny as he leans in a little, “Serious?”
Minho nods and Jonghyun kisses him real softly just the slightest pressure of his lips around Minho’s.
“Stupid,” he whispers.
Minho realizes he’s completely pressed up against the back of the tub as Jonghyun has taken up the rest of the space, arms now on either side of Minho’s body, crouched over him on all fours. He kind of likes that he can’t move without touching the older boy some more, so he shifts like he just wants to get comfortable but it doesn’t go unnoticed how he pushes up against different parts of Jonghyun’s body, and Jonghyun pushes back.
“I stopped paying attention to you because you were acting like you didn’t like it.”
Minho blinks owlishy in surprise because how could it not be obvious? But then he thinks back to how silent he’s been and the way he pushed Jonghyun off and of course Jonghyun would take it that way. What other way was there to take it?
“I liked it a lot hyung.”
Jonghyun’s voice is thick as his thigh drags across Minho’s. “Yeah?”
“Yeah, I liked it too much.”
“You should tell me again tomorrow.”
Jonghyun smiles as he kisses Minho just a little longer before he leaves, winking over his shoulder at the younger boy still on the tub floor.
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“I don’t know just suck his dick or something.”
Minho sighs as he glares back at Taemin.
“That’s not going to help anything.”
“Uh yeah it will. Someone sucks my dick I pay a lot more attention to them then if they are playing with voodoo spells.”
“I wasn’t…it’s not voodoo it’s mind control.” Minho leans over to hiss in Taemin’s ear.
Taemin giggles and blushes as he whispers back into Minho’s ear like he’s got something naughty and cute to say,
“Whatever, call him oppa right before you deep throat him and his mind will be fucked.”
Minho pulls back after he realizes he’s been staring intensely at Taemin’s mouth too long, amazed at the things that come out of it. He goes back to look out at the crowd for their fanmeet and Taemin fiddles with his hair like their secretly holding hands or something under the table. This is going to look so good in pictures.
-
“Hyung, I really liked it.”
Jonghyun whips around with his hands held out awkwardly at both sides ready to hit something when his brain finally registers it’s just Minho.
“…that’s. Great.”
Minho nods like he’s ready for Jonghyun to take over now.
“I will, recommend more movies to you then. Another time. Okay?”
Jonghyun looks around himself nervously because they’re in the middle of the fucking company building gym and there are tons of other people they work with all around. But Minho doesn’t seem to be aware of anyone else right now as he asks Jonghyun,
“Do you want me to spot you then?”
“Uh, yeah, sure. Thanks.”
“No problem.”
Jonghyun stands there a couple seconds before he realizes Minho is waiting for him again.
“Right, so I just have one more set bench pressing and then I should be done.”
“Cool.”
Jonghyun lies back down on the bench awkwardly as Minho stands behind him and hovers his hands underneath the bar. Jonghyun’s never done a faster set.
-
Jonghyun wakes up in the middle of the night to something warm against the spot where his hip and thigh meet. He wants to jump up and smack it away because he has no idea what the fuck it is but he’s crazy groggy and when it moves to nuzzle the hair sticking out from his underwear all he does is groan.
When cold fingers nudge a little under his waistband though, he hisses and scoots his hips back quickly. He throws off the covers to find Minho staring back at him wide eyed and shushing him.
“Shh oppa you have to be quiet.” Minho says in a loud whisper.
It’s hilarious really, but the size of Minho’s pupils are way too big, even in the dark, and the strange glazed over look he’s giving Jonghyun is scaring the shit out of him.
He doesn’t know what to ask exactly so he settles on, “Are you…okay?”
Minho responds back by just repeating the question, “Are you okay?”
“Yeah just- what the fuck are you doing?”
“I was gonna blow you like Taemin said, but then I got really nervous you know? So then Taemin told Key and Key gave me something and now I’m not so nervous. Which is good, because I really want to do it hyung. I really want to get you to like me.”
Jonghyun groans into his hands a little as Minho rubs him through his underwear more. He sadly takes Minho’s hands off his cock and rolls his body over so he can pin Minho’s hands to his chest. He lays across Minho with just his upper body so Minho can’t roll their hips together and quietly tsks the other boy.
“Minho I like you already. You don’t have to be nervous and you don’t need to call me oppa.”
“But Taemin said…”
“I know I know, it’s okay just listen. I like you and I want to do stuff with you too, but not until you can do them without freaking out over it okay? No more happy pills from Key- got it?”
Minho hangs his head a little as he yawns. If Key gave him what Jonghyun thinks he gave him he should be feeling pretty drowsy and want to sleep soon anyway.
“Can we still kiss?”
“Right now?”
The taller boy bites his lip as he says yes and waits for Jonghyun’s answer.
“Yeah.” He smiles, “Yeah sure.”