i'm the coolest cat all up in this doghouse
tofuho. pg. 362 fluffy words.
Onew, the cool, confident, laid-back leader-yeah, that's what he was.
So maybe he's made a few mistakes here and there, a few slips and falls, and some comical bouts of Onew Sangtae, but that's nothing. His reputation is still as clean-cut as ever.
Nothing ever fazes Leader Onew, not even a tall, abnormally big-eyed alien.
Definitely not that.
- - - -
"Hey hyung," Minho smiles, arms circling his waist, chin on his shoulder.
Onew jumps in surprise, and turns. "H-hey." Wait a second, did he just stammer? Leader Onew never stammers. Never.
Minho just grins at him, before untangling himself from Onew and striding away just like the Flaming Charisma that he is.
What.
- - - -
It's a cool, quiet Saturday night, and Onew's just chilling, relaxing from today's schedules and unwinding with the classics resounding through his headphones. Oh how he cherishes moments like these.
Then Minho barges in.
Of course he's angry, of course he wants his peace and quiet, but oh no, Leader Onew doesn't work that way. Leader Onew is cool, laid-back, a go-with-the-flow type of guy. Bursting out in anger is a sure way of ruining his reputation. So, he smiles, acts like he's OK with Minho barging into his room like that, smacking the door loudly against the wall, jolting him immediately from his Neverland. Of course.
"Minho?" He plays that caring, innocent smile on his face. Oh, he's gotten good at this.
He just looks him. Stares at him. And granted, Onew's not feeling uncomfortable at all. Not in any way. It's not like those eyes are making his heart beat faster and his cheeks blush redder.
Nope, not at all.
- - - -
A rough collision against the wall, paired with even rougher lips, Minho's lips,-and oh no, his mind's not in a haze. His heart's not banging against his ribcage painfully,-oh no.
And when Minho whispers those one-two-three words. He's not about to jump from the happiness, the impractical cheesiness of it all and wrap his arms tighter around him,-of course not.
Leader Onew is Leader Onew.
And he doesn't roll that way.
Definitely not.
- - - -
-it was fun to write. :))
Onew, the cool, confident, laid-back leader-yeah, that's what he was.
So maybe he's made a few mistakes here and there, a few slips and falls, and some comical bouts of Onew Sangtae, but that's nothing. His reputation is still as clean-cut as ever.
Nothing ever fazes Leader Onew, not even a tall, abnormally big-eyed alien.
Definitely not that.
- - - -
"Hey hyung," Minho smiles, arms circling his waist, chin on his shoulder.
Onew jumps in surprise, and turns. "H-hey." Wait a second, did he just stammer? Leader Onew never stammers. Never.
Minho just grins at him, before untangling himself from Onew and striding away just like the Flaming Charisma that he is.
What.
- - - -
It's a cool, quiet Saturday night, and Onew's just chilling, relaxing from today's schedules and unwinding with the classics resounding through his headphones. Oh how he cherishes moments like these.
Then Minho barges in.
Of course he's angry, of course he wants his peace and quiet, but oh no, Leader Onew doesn't work that way. Leader Onew is cool, laid-back, a go-with-the-flow type of guy. Bursting out in anger is a sure way of ruining his reputation. So, he smiles, acts like he's OK with Minho barging into his room like that, smacking the door loudly against the wall, jolting him immediately from his Neverland. Of course.
"Minho?" He plays that caring, innocent smile on his face. Oh, he's gotten good at this.
He just looks him. Stares at him. And granted, Onew's not feeling uncomfortable at all. Not in any way. It's not like those eyes are making his heart beat faster and his cheeks blush redder.
Nope, not at all.
- - - -
A rough collision against the wall, paired with even rougher lips, Minho's lips,-and oh no, his mind's not in a haze. His heart's not banging against his ribcage painfully,-oh no.
And when Minho whispers those one-two-three words. He's not about to jump from the happiness, the impractical cheesiness of it all and wrap his arms tighter around him,-of course not.
Leader Onew is Leader Onew.
And he doesn't roll that way.
Definitely not.
- - - -
-it was fun to write. :))