Really like/Really cold.
“형 진짜 추워요.”
“Hyung, jinjja chuwo-yo.” (Hyung, it’s really cold.)
Simply by reading the message on his phone, Jinki could almost see the pout on Minho’s face, and hear his voice, uncharacteristically whiny, a few notches higher than that low baritone the Shawol fandom was used to.
Minho hated the cold. That was common knowledge.
“민호 진짜좋아요.”
“Minho, jinjja joh-a-yo.” (Minho, I really like you.)
Jinki was the king of puns and wordplay in SHINee. That was also common knowledge.
He had barely turned away from his phone when it vibrated to signal that a new message was received.
“Awwwwwwwwwww… you’re making me feel all warm and fuzzy. (I love you too).”
“Glad to be of help. (I love you three).”
“A big, fat, warm bear (or rabbit) hug now would be great. ;) (I love you more than three).”
“Lazy, I am. (I love you more).”
“I’m just next door hyung! (I love you more, and you know that).”
“That means I have to engage in intensely fierce battles and subsequently conquer two doors. AFTER I can entangle myself from my bedsheets. (Not to my knowledge. Last I checked, I love you more).”
“ARE YOU GOING TO SLEEP? ARE YOU ABOUT TO SLEEP ON ME? YOU WILL NOT FALL ASLEEP ON ME HYUNG! NO YOU WILL NOT! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! (Yeah right, you love me more. Just not enough to get up and open two doors. Thanks. I’m totally feeling the love now. =( ).”
Truth be told, Jinki had no real intention of falling asleep to begin with. But now that Minho mentioned it, his covers did feel extremely comfortable, and sleepily warm. And rather snug around him. It didn’t seem… right to leave them.
“Glad you do. =) Couldn’t possibly do such injustice to my sheets. They seem to like me a lot. Or maybe they’re trying to eat me up. OH NO.”
Sending the message with his eyes closed, Jinki wriggled further into his covers, a satisfied grin on his face as he felt the warmth slowly envelop him.
Somewhere, somehow, he must have fallen asleep. He vaguely remembered feeling the bed dipping on his right, but his sleep-hazed mind simply brushed it aside, maybe the bed’s trying to swallow me up. Oh well.
Then, he felt something uncomfortable, prickly, boring into his cheeks. He cracked an eye open to find a huge brown pair of eyes staring at him.
Immediately, both eyes sprang open.
“Minho?”
The rapper maintained the same bemused smile on his lips, mumbling softly, “Hi, hyung. I conquered the two doors about an hour ago. Obviously, I love you more.”
Gently, Jinki was nudged further to his left, as the younger slid under the covers.
“Now, I shall try to rescue you from your frightening sheets.”
Bed? Check.
Minho? Check. Skin slightly cool to the touch, but that could always be remedied.
Closing his eyes, Jinki wrapped his arm around the other, a lazy grin on his face as he murmured, “I love you most. Now, sleep.”
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this is dedicated to black_wind123 for our awesome bracket convos. =D i hope you like this!
inspiration part 2: studying korean but failing miserably. wae so many distractions? i always used to get my chuwo and joh-a confused. doesn’t help that they sound rather alike. it is also rather cold tonight.
im being so uncharacteristically fluffy. OH NO.
“Hyung, jinjja chuwo-yo.” (Hyung, it’s really cold.)
Simply by reading the message on his phone, Jinki could almost see the pout on Minho’s face, and hear his voice, uncharacteristically whiny, a few notches higher than that low baritone the Shawol fandom was used to.
Minho hated the cold. That was common knowledge.
“민호 진짜좋아요.”
“Minho, jinjja joh-a-yo.” (Minho, I really like you.)
Jinki was the king of puns and wordplay in SHINee. That was also common knowledge.
He had barely turned away from his phone when it vibrated to signal that a new message was received.
“Awwwwwwwwwww… you’re making me feel all warm and fuzzy. (I love you too).”
“Glad to be of help. (I love you three).”
“A big, fat, warm bear (or rabbit) hug now would be great. ;) (I love you more than three).”
“Lazy, I am. (I love you more).”
“I’m just next door hyung! (I love you more, and you know that).”
“That means I have to engage in intensely fierce battles and subsequently conquer two doors. AFTER I can entangle myself from my bedsheets. (Not to my knowledge. Last I checked, I love you more).”
“ARE YOU GOING TO SLEEP? ARE YOU ABOUT TO SLEEP ON ME? YOU WILL NOT FALL ASLEEP ON ME HYUNG! NO YOU WILL NOT! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! (Yeah right, you love me more. Just not enough to get up and open two doors. Thanks. I’m totally feeling the love now. =( ).”
Truth be told, Jinki had no real intention of falling asleep to begin with. But now that Minho mentioned it, his covers did feel extremely comfortable, and sleepily warm. And rather snug around him. It didn’t seem… right to leave them.
“Glad you do. =) Couldn’t possibly do such injustice to my sheets. They seem to like me a lot. Or maybe they’re trying to eat me up. OH NO.”
Sending the message with his eyes closed, Jinki wriggled further into his covers, a satisfied grin on his face as he felt the warmth slowly envelop him.
Somewhere, somehow, he must have fallen asleep. He vaguely remembered feeling the bed dipping on his right, but his sleep-hazed mind simply brushed it aside, maybe the bed’s trying to swallow me up. Oh well.
Then, he felt something uncomfortable, prickly, boring into his cheeks. He cracked an eye open to find a huge brown pair of eyes staring at him.
Immediately, both eyes sprang open.
“Minho?”
The rapper maintained the same bemused smile on his lips, mumbling softly, “Hi, hyung. I conquered the two doors about an hour ago. Obviously, I love you more.”
Gently, Jinki was nudged further to his left, as the younger slid under the covers.
“Now, I shall try to rescue you from your frightening sheets.”
Bed? Check.
Minho? Check. Skin slightly cool to the touch, but that could always be remedied.
Closing his eyes, Jinki wrapped his arm around the other, a lazy grin on his face as he murmured, “I love you most. Now, sleep.”
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this is dedicated to black_wind123 for our awesome bracket convos. =D i hope you like this!
inspiration part 2: studying korean but failing miserably. wae so many distractions? i always used to get my chuwo and joh-a confused. doesn’t help that they sound rather alike. it is also rather cold tonight.
im being so uncharacteristically fluffy. OH NO.