Church Donation
Church Donations
Author - dewdrop07
Pair - onew/minho
Rate - pg 13
summary - A man comes to donate high fashion clothes to church where Minho works.
I saw this sentence on writeworld post and this happened. i really have no idea what the hell is this. so you guys are free to bypass this if you want.
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“Thank you for your donation, sir."
Said Minho with a wide smile as he gave a cursory glance at the newest bag of clothes thrown with a snort on the counter by a man.
“Save it. These are not mine.” the man who threw them on the counter said with a flare of his nostrils. “You guys are just lucky that I didn’t flame the bastard’s clothes and decided to donate.”
Minho slowly lowered his gaze at the collage of Valentinos and DSquared2s and Armanis strewn across at his counter. Oh he knew them all right. It was because of that one summer when he spent working his ass off at a men’s wear store; a summer that showed him a whole new meaning to ‘working your ass off’.
The guy took out an electronic cigarette and as Minho stood admiring the side profile he flicked the switch at the stem waited a second before bringing it to his lips.
Cheating? Minho wondered with slight surety.
The man had strong forehead, slightly bendy nose and a sharp chin. Minho watched in fascination as the man’s adam apple bobbed up and down as he gulped after a particularly long drag.
“You know’” the man suddenly spoke out startling Minho out of adam apple trance and drawing his attention to his push lips. “For what it’s worth I did smash his collection of plates." he said with a smirk playing on his lips. "All of them were china. Man, how much i loved their shattering sounds,” he added with a mischievous glint playing in his brown eyes.
Definitely cheating, Minho concluded hi fiving himself mentally. He was careful to keep his face blank though as he schooled a light frown on his brow.
“You did good thing to bring these here. We will definitely use your donations wisely sir,” Minho said for the lack of not knowing anything else to say. He cringed internally about how lame he sounded even to him.
The guy turned to face Minho fully. He could see the advent of curiosity forming in the edges of the man's eyes.
“Do you actually work here or summer job?” the man asked with a slight tilt of his head.
Minho internally screamed about how adorable the donor looked.
“I just work for the church on weekends’ Minho said. “I’m not one of the …priestly people” he added for good measure, you know he did not want the gorgeous creature to misunderstand anything.
Then something happened and Minho lost all his sense and rationality. The man smiled. A beautiful genuine smile.
“Why the fuck that guy cheated on a perfectly beautiful specimen of a man like you?” he blurted out.
Now, it was the man’s turn to look stunned. But it last merely for a second before he blushed in an exquisite shade of reddish pink.
‘Thank you.’ he mumbled as he shuffled his boots on the ground.
Minho was caught between admiring the man’s blush and giving in to newly drawn attention to the gorgeous thighs that were begging to be touched and caressed.
“You know best antidote to a loser boyfriend is?” Minho asked with a small smile and tiny bit of confidence. He was rewarded with a curious gaze .
“A lunch. A good long heavy lunch.” he said with a flourish of his hands.
The guy let out a hearty laugh and Minho thought he fell in love just a bit. Okay more than a bit. But what could have stop him from loving such a gorgeous man, unless he’s an axe murderer; and this guy doesn’t exactly chalk up to the grisly picture
“But you don’t know my name.” the man stated with little more confidence and lot more tease.
Oh boy Minho thought, if this man is anything near what his current picture promises, he’s in for a perfect ride.
“Mine is Minho and you can tell me yours as I sort these clothes quickly. And then we can grab that lunch."
“It’s Jinki, Lee Jinki” the man said with a broad smile as he lifted a Velentino shirt from the top of the pile.
A/N.: I really dont know what is this, soooooo best luck reading it.
Your comments are appreciated:))
Author - dewdrop07
Pair - onew/minho
Rate - pg 13
summary - A man comes to donate high fashion clothes to church where Minho works.
I saw this sentence on writeworld post and this happened. i really have no idea what the hell is this. so you guys are free to bypass this if you want.
__________________________________________________________________
“Thank you for your donation, sir."
Said Minho with a wide smile as he gave a cursory glance at the newest bag of clothes thrown with a snort on the counter by a man.
“Save it. These are not mine.” the man who threw them on the counter said with a flare of his nostrils. “You guys are just lucky that I didn’t flame the bastard’s clothes and decided to donate.”
Minho slowly lowered his gaze at the collage of Valentinos and DSquared2s and Armanis strewn across at his counter. Oh he knew them all right. It was because of that one summer when he spent working his ass off at a men’s wear store; a summer that showed him a whole new meaning to ‘working your ass off’.
The guy took out an electronic cigarette and as Minho stood admiring the side profile he flicked the switch at the stem waited a second before bringing it to his lips.
Cheating? Minho wondered with slight surety.
The man had strong forehead, slightly bendy nose and a sharp chin. Minho watched in fascination as the man’s adam apple bobbed up and down as he gulped after a particularly long drag.
“You know’” the man suddenly spoke out startling Minho out of adam apple trance and drawing his attention to his push lips. “For what it’s worth I did smash his collection of plates." he said with a smirk playing on his lips. "All of them were china. Man, how much i loved their shattering sounds,” he added with a mischievous glint playing in his brown eyes.
Definitely cheating, Minho concluded hi fiving himself mentally. He was careful to keep his face blank though as he schooled a light frown on his brow.
“You did good thing to bring these here. We will definitely use your donations wisely sir,” Minho said for the lack of not knowing anything else to say. He cringed internally about how lame he sounded even to him.
The guy turned to face Minho fully. He could see the advent of curiosity forming in the edges of the man's eyes.
“Do you actually work here or summer job?” the man asked with a slight tilt of his head.
Minho internally screamed about how adorable the donor looked.
“I just work for the church on weekends’ Minho said. “I’m not one of the …priestly people” he added for good measure, you know he did not want the gorgeous creature to misunderstand anything.
Then something happened and Minho lost all his sense and rationality. The man smiled. A beautiful genuine smile.
“Why the fuck that guy cheated on a perfectly beautiful specimen of a man like you?” he blurted out.
Now, it was the man’s turn to look stunned. But it last merely for a second before he blushed in an exquisite shade of reddish pink.
‘Thank you.’ he mumbled as he shuffled his boots on the ground.
Minho was caught between admiring the man’s blush and giving in to newly drawn attention to the gorgeous thighs that were begging to be touched and caressed.
“You know best antidote to a loser boyfriend is?” Minho asked with a small smile and tiny bit of confidence. He was rewarded with a curious gaze .
“A lunch. A good long heavy lunch.” he said with a flourish of his hands.
The guy let out a hearty laugh and Minho thought he fell in love just a bit. Okay more than a bit. But what could have stop him from loving such a gorgeous man, unless he’s an axe murderer; and this guy doesn’t exactly chalk up to the grisly picture
“But you don’t know my name.” the man stated with little more confidence and lot more tease.
Oh boy Minho thought, if this man is anything near what his current picture promises, he’s in for a perfect ride.
“Mine is Minho and you can tell me yours as I sort these clothes quickly. And then we can grab that lunch."
“It’s Jinki, Lee Jinki” the man said with a broad smile as he lifted a Velentino shirt from the top of the pile.
A/N.: I really dont know what is this, soooooo best luck reading it.
Your comments are appreciated:))