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title call me maybe
count 1743
a/n they've been acting so cute lately. because of all the cute involved, this isn't the most serious piece of writing ㅋㅋ
Jinki’s standing at the bar, rifling through his wallet. He’s had his eye on that aged scotch the whole night and he’s had enough to think, fuck it, I’m going to spend all my money on one drink. He’s been there before and it’s never ended well but he’s just managed to smile through his 15,000th SM Town and he’d like to think he deserves a little something.
He can feel Kibum’s stink eye on him as he hands the bartender everything in his wallet. He looks down at it, pinching the ends, and it gapes at him insolently. He groans and slumps into a bar stool. This is why Kibum should be next to him and not on the other side of the room. They’re both more than a little light-headed but while Jinki prefers the company of things he can’t afford, Kibum likes to chase every person in a six-mile radius. In other words, four shots and Kibum becomes Jonghyun.
The scotch lands in front of him, richly colored and tantalizing him with hints of cedar and-
“Hyung,” a deep voice says into his ear and he starts, feeling a rather wet lip brush his lobe. He turns around and relaxes when he sees it’s just Minho.
“What’s up?” Jinki says, tipping his glass at Minho with a smile.
Minho returns it a bit differently though, the edges of his lips curving and entirely too bright.
“Nothing,” he says over the music. It’s the kind of smooth song Jinki can’t help but want to dance to. He’s about to ask Minho to join him when the younger boy steps closer and presses a piece of paper into his palm.
“Call me.” Minho smirks before he’s disappearing into the crowd.
Jinki opens the note, sees Minho’s number staring back at him and downs his scotch.
“So, like, Minho gave me his number,” Jinki tells Kibum, a little perplexed and a lot drunk.
“That’s great,” Kibum squeals, breath rank and Jinki giggles.
“Idiot, Minho’s in our band!”
“He’s in SHINee, SHINee are fantastic!” Kibum insists and Jinki lets out an undignified snort before they’re both falling into each other, laughing uncontrollably.
“Hey, hyung,” Kibum says suddenly, grabbing his shoulders and planting a finger on Jinki’s lips. “Will you tell Soojung I have a really big dick?”
Jinki buries his face in his pillow with a groan, trying to block out Taemin’s voice. The kid is always so damn loud on the phone and his shrieks are doing nothing for Jinki’s hangover. Jinki closes his eyes, inahles deeply and makes a mental note to avoid Krystal for a few days.
A few minutes pass and somewhere between Taemin yelling at the phone and Kibum swearing at him, Jinki throws his blanket off with a resigned sigh. He subtly scratches southwest of his hipbone and climbs out of bed, wandering into the corridor where Kibum has Taemin in a headlock. He waves to them and pads into the living room to find his favorite blazer on the floor.
He picks it up with a cringe. It looks distinctly stepped on but mercifully whoever it was missed Jinki’s phone. Leaving the pocket for the first time in hours, it happily blinks up at Jinki. 15 texts and 3 missed calls. Jinki tosses it on the sofa when something makes his stomach lurch and his fingers are digging into the pocket all over again. They pull out a neatly folded square of paper and Jinki drops his blazer and heads to the kitchen for a glass of water.
He finds Jonghyun curled up on top of the kitchen table like some overgrown cat, his spine curled rather uncomfortably.
“Morning,” Jonghyun barks and Jinki glares at him.
“Shhh,” Jinki whispers. “Leader wants silence.”
“Leader can kiss my ass,” Jonghyun says instantly and Jinki rolls his eyes. He settles against the countertop, glass of water in hand.
“Somebody didn’t get laid,” he says with a nasty smile and Jonghyun unfurls an arm with supreme effort. It waves in the air for a beat before Jonghyun's middle finger pops up and Jinki lets out a laugh.
“Wait a minute.” Jonghyun frowns before rubbing his eyes and sitting up, the kitchen table protesting the labored movement. “Kibum told me Minho gave you his number. Are you guys doing some kind of kinky roleplay?”
Jinki furiously tries to direct the water back into the correct pipe because choking right now would basically be like screaming yes but it doesn’t work and Jonghyun is staring at him wide-eyed.
“You’re fucking?” he whispers. With the exception of Jonghyun and Taemin, all of them have had their fair share of, let’s say, experimentation.
Jinki’s still choking so he sets the glass down and violently shakes his head, forearms coming up in an X.
“Ugh, good, your constant flirting is bad enough,” Jonghyun says, shaking his head before throwing himself across the table and curling up again. The overall impression Jinki gets from all this is that Jonghyun is, quite possibly, still drunk.
Or that’s the explanation Jinki likes better than thinking what Jonghyun could possibly have meant by that last remark.
He’s back in his bed after lunch, Jonghyun’s words playing soccer with his sanity. He can literally feel his commonsense being kicked back and forth because he can’t stop thinking about the last time Minho had grabbed his hand and led him off stage. It had been kind of hot.
“Oh my god, Jinki, what are you doing,” he whispers and presses the pillow down over his head.
“Talking to yourself so possibly going crazy?” Taemin offers cheerfully, pausing at Jinki’s door.
Jinki lets out a strangled noise and gets up to shut the door.
From: My Darling Jinki ♥
04:45PM
do you make a habit of giving out your number at bars?
From: My Darling Jinki ♥
04:49PM
i’m asking strictly as your leader. this stuff i should know! and where even are you
From: Minhostootallnow
05:15PM
only to hot people. did it work? (i’m with hyuk hyung k, don’t worry ^^)
Jinki’s glad no one was around to hear the noise he just made.
From: My Darling Jinki ♥
05:18PM
um what do u mean “did it work”
From: Minhostootallnow
05:20PM
you texted so i guess it did
From: My Darling Jinki ♥
05:23PM
i’ve had your number for 4 years jsyk
From: Minhostootallnow
05:24PM
took u long enough ;)
“Kibum!” Jinki yells, running out of his room.
“This is gross, I’m going to watch porn,” Taemin says brightly and Kibum splutters.
“Like that’s not gross!” he yells after their youngest and Jinki buries his face in his hands. It’s been seven minutes since Minho’s last text and a thoroughly flustered skid into Kibum’s room, pleading for help. In that short interval, Kibum had judged him, teased him, cooed over him and convened a “family meeting”. With Taemin gone, it’s just Jinki, Kibum and Jonghyun’s occasional snore.
“Alright, so,” Kibum begins loudly, looking straight at Jinki. “Clearly, Minho wants your ass.”
Jinki’s glad Jonghyun’s not awake to see the shade of pink his cheeks are right now.
“I think he might have been joking,” he protests weakly but Kibum’s glare alone is enough to shut him up.
“Phone,” Kibum barks and Jinki hands it over. He knows resisting is futile; Kibum has a surprising amount of upper body strength.
After a minute of fussing Kibum hands his phone back, crossing his legs with a satisfied smile. He coolly reaches across and slaps the top of Jonghyun’s head. The older boy wakes up with a jolt.
“Motherfucke-”
“Call Minho and ask him when he’ll be home. Be clingy and needy, or, you know, just be yourself."
Sent to: Minhoistootall
05:52PM
i hope you’re a grower
“Oh my God,” Jinki breathes.
"What are you doing?" Jonghyun hisses and Minho starts babbling like this is the green light he's been desperately waiting for.
"I don't know!" he wails and he sounds like his arms are flailing. They probably are, Jonghyun thinks. "I was drunk and they dared me and then I woke up in their dorm and I wasn't drunk anymore but Jinki was texting and they told me he's flirting so I went along with it and now I don't know what to do and I've kind of liked him for a while bu-"
Jonghyun cuts the call with a yawn, none the wiser now than he was ten minutes ago. He could have told Kibum as much in his sleep.
Once news gets around that Minho will be home for dinner, Kibum announces he wants to eat out and ends with a curt, “Jinki will not be joining us today because reliable sources inform me he will be otherwise engaged.” Taemin lets out a commendably realistic retching noise before wandering off to change out of his sweats.
The result is that within the hour Jinki finds himself alone in the dorm, like some kind of bait and it means absolutely nothing that he used that time to shower. Nope, it definitely doesn’t mean a thing and he is certainly not breaking out into goosebumps because he can hear Minho walking into the dorm.
A minute or two passes and the younger boy wanders into the living room, where Jinki is frozen still on the sofa.
“Hi, Jinki,” Minho says, all quiet and glowing like has a secret and oh God, he called him Jinki.
“Hey, Minho, had a nice day, good, great, I’m sure you did,” Jinki rambles out with a bright smile, “the hyungs are great well I guess wow, I’m bushed, it’s getting late so yeah, see you tomorrow, goo-”
He’s scarcely two steps away from the sofa when a firm (no, Jinki, no) hand is burying itself in his sweater and dragging him back into Minho’s equally firm (who is he kidding) body.
“Where do you think you’re going?” Minho murmurs playfully, wrapping his arms around Jinki who can’t help the surprised yelp he lets out.
“Nowhere, just, you know, b-bed.”
“Alone?”
Jinki’s mouth goes slack and the way Minho is now pressing small, wet kisses down his neck is not helping. He wants to say something but the only thing that comes out is some sort of strangled moan.
“What was that, leader?” Minho teases, lips leaving Jinki’s skin for briefly and he laughs, all deep and breathy, when Jinki can’t manage a reply. “You are the leader, aren’t you?”
Jinki nods, eyes fluttering.
“And you know where the bedroom is?” Minho whispers, lips coming up to kiss the skin behind Jinki’s ear and Jinki might or might not be pushing back into all the warmth and the unfair number of abs and possibly the most beautiful boy he has ever seen. He nods, pretty sure speaking stopped being an option five minutes ago.
“Then lead away,” Minho says and Jinki thinks well, shit and does exactly that.
count 1743
a/n they've been acting so cute lately. because of all the cute involved, this isn't the most serious piece of writing ㅋㅋ
Jinki’s standing at the bar, rifling through his wallet. He’s had his eye on that aged scotch the whole night and he’s had enough to think, fuck it, I’m going to spend all my money on one drink. He’s been there before and it’s never ended well but he’s just managed to smile through his 15,000th SM Town and he’d like to think he deserves a little something.
He can feel Kibum’s stink eye on him as he hands the bartender everything in his wallet. He looks down at it, pinching the ends, and it gapes at him insolently. He groans and slumps into a bar stool. This is why Kibum should be next to him and not on the other side of the room. They’re both more than a little light-headed but while Jinki prefers the company of things he can’t afford, Kibum likes to chase every person in a six-mile radius. In other words, four shots and Kibum becomes Jonghyun.
The scotch lands in front of him, richly colored and tantalizing him with hints of cedar and-
“Hyung,” a deep voice says into his ear and he starts, feeling a rather wet lip brush his lobe. He turns around and relaxes when he sees it’s just Minho.
“What’s up?” Jinki says, tipping his glass at Minho with a smile.
Minho returns it a bit differently though, the edges of his lips curving and entirely too bright.
“Nothing,” he says over the music. It’s the kind of smooth song Jinki can’t help but want to dance to. He’s about to ask Minho to join him when the younger boy steps closer and presses a piece of paper into his palm.
“Call me.” Minho smirks before he’s disappearing into the crowd.
Jinki opens the note, sees Minho’s number staring back at him and downs his scotch.
“So, like, Minho gave me his number,” Jinki tells Kibum, a little perplexed and a lot drunk.
“That’s great,” Kibum squeals, breath rank and Jinki giggles.
“Idiot, Minho’s in our band!”
“He’s in SHINee, SHINee are fantastic!” Kibum insists and Jinki lets out an undignified snort before they’re both falling into each other, laughing uncontrollably.
“Hey, hyung,” Kibum says suddenly, grabbing his shoulders and planting a finger on Jinki’s lips. “Will you tell Soojung I have a really big dick?”
Jinki buries his face in his pillow with a groan, trying to block out Taemin’s voice. The kid is always so damn loud on the phone and his shrieks are doing nothing for Jinki’s hangover. Jinki closes his eyes, inahles deeply and makes a mental note to avoid Krystal for a few days.
A few minutes pass and somewhere between Taemin yelling at the phone and Kibum swearing at him, Jinki throws his blanket off with a resigned sigh. He subtly scratches southwest of his hipbone and climbs out of bed, wandering into the corridor where Kibum has Taemin in a headlock. He waves to them and pads into the living room to find his favorite blazer on the floor.
He picks it up with a cringe. It looks distinctly stepped on but mercifully whoever it was missed Jinki’s phone. Leaving the pocket for the first time in hours, it happily blinks up at Jinki. 15 texts and 3 missed calls. Jinki tosses it on the sofa when something makes his stomach lurch and his fingers are digging into the pocket all over again. They pull out a neatly folded square of paper and Jinki drops his blazer and heads to the kitchen for a glass of water.
He finds Jonghyun curled up on top of the kitchen table like some overgrown cat, his spine curled rather uncomfortably.
“Morning,” Jonghyun barks and Jinki glares at him.
“Shhh,” Jinki whispers. “Leader wants silence.”
“Leader can kiss my ass,” Jonghyun says instantly and Jinki rolls his eyes. He settles against the countertop, glass of water in hand.
“Somebody didn’t get laid,” he says with a nasty smile and Jonghyun unfurls an arm with supreme effort. It waves in the air for a beat before Jonghyun's middle finger pops up and Jinki lets out a laugh.
“Wait a minute.” Jonghyun frowns before rubbing his eyes and sitting up, the kitchen table protesting the labored movement. “Kibum told me Minho gave you his number. Are you guys doing some kind of kinky roleplay?”
Jinki furiously tries to direct the water back into the correct pipe because choking right now would basically be like screaming yes but it doesn’t work and Jonghyun is staring at him wide-eyed.
“You’re fucking?” he whispers. With the exception of Jonghyun and Taemin, all of them have had their fair share of, let’s say, experimentation.
Jinki’s still choking so he sets the glass down and violently shakes his head, forearms coming up in an X.
“Ugh, good, your constant flirting is bad enough,” Jonghyun says, shaking his head before throwing himself across the table and curling up again. The overall impression Jinki gets from all this is that Jonghyun is, quite possibly, still drunk.
Or that’s the explanation Jinki likes better than thinking what Jonghyun could possibly have meant by that last remark.
He’s back in his bed after lunch, Jonghyun’s words playing soccer with his sanity. He can literally feel his commonsense being kicked back and forth because he can’t stop thinking about the last time Minho had grabbed his hand and led him off stage. It had been kind of hot.
“Oh my god, Jinki, what are you doing,” he whispers and presses the pillow down over his head.
“Talking to yourself so possibly going crazy?” Taemin offers cheerfully, pausing at Jinki’s door.
Jinki lets out a strangled noise and gets up to shut the door.
From: My Darling Jinki ♥
04:45PM
do you make a habit of giving out your number at bars?
From: My Darling Jinki ♥
04:49PM
i’m asking strictly as your leader. this stuff i should know! and where even are you
From: Minhostootallnow
05:15PM
only to hot people. did it work? (i’m with hyuk hyung k, don’t worry ^^)
Jinki’s glad no one was around to hear the noise he just made.
From: My Darling Jinki ♥
05:18PM
um what do u mean “did it work”
From: Minhostootallnow
05:20PM
you texted so i guess it did
From: My Darling Jinki ♥
05:23PM
i’ve had your number for 4 years jsyk
From: Minhostootallnow
05:24PM
took u long enough ;)
“Kibum!” Jinki yells, running out of his room.
“This is gross, I’m going to watch porn,” Taemin says brightly and Kibum splutters.
“Like that’s not gross!” he yells after their youngest and Jinki buries his face in his hands. It’s been seven minutes since Minho’s last text and a thoroughly flustered skid into Kibum’s room, pleading for help. In that short interval, Kibum had judged him, teased him, cooed over him and convened a “family meeting”. With Taemin gone, it’s just Jinki, Kibum and Jonghyun’s occasional snore.
“Alright, so,” Kibum begins loudly, looking straight at Jinki. “Clearly, Minho wants your ass.”
Jinki’s glad Jonghyun’s not awake to see the shade of pink his cheeks are right now.
“I think he might have been joking,” he protests weakly but Kibum’s glare alone is enough to shut him up.
“Phone,” Kibum barks and Jinki hands it over. He knows resisting is futile; Kibum has a surprising amount of upper body strength.
After a minute of fussing Kibum hands his phone back, crossing his legs with a satisfied smile. He coolly reaches across and slaps the top of Jonghyun’s head. The older boy wakes up with a jolt.
“Motherfucke-”
“Call Minho and ask him when he’ll be home. Be clingy and needy, or, you know, just be yourself."
Sent to: Minhoistootall
05:52PM
i hope you’re a grower
“Oh my God,” Jinki breathes.
"What are you doing?" Jonghyun hisses and Minho starts babbling like this is the green light he's been desperately waiting for.
"I don't know!" he wails and he sounds like his arms are flailing. They probably are, Jonghyun thinks. "I was drunk and they dared me and then I woke up in their dorm and I wasn't drunk anymore but Jinki was texting and they told me he's flirting so I went along with it and now I don't know what to do and I've kind of liked him for a while bu-"
Jonghyun cuts the call with a yawn, none the wiser now than he was ten minutes ago. He could have told Kibum as much in his sleep.
Once news gets around that Minho will be home for dinner, Kibum announces he wants to eat out and ends with a curt, “Jinki will not be joining us today because reliable sources inform me he will be otherwise engaged.” Taemin lets out a commendably realistic retching noise before wandering off to change out of his sweats.
The result is that within the hour Jinki finds himself alone in the dorm, like some kind of bait and it means absolutely nothing that he used that time to shower. Nope, it definitely doesn’t mean a thing and he is certainly not breaking out into goosebumps because he can hear Minho walking into the dorm.
A minute or two passes and the younger boy wanders into the living room, where Jinki is frozen still on the sofa.
“Hi, Jinki,” Minho says, all quiet and glowing like has a secret and oh God, he called him Jinki.
“Hey, Minho, had a nice day, good, great, I’m sure you did,” Jinki rambles out with a bright smile, “the hyungs are great well I guess wow, I’m bushed, it’s getting late so yeah, see you tomorrow, goo-”
He’s scarcely two steps away from the sofa when a firm (no, Jinki, no) hand is burying itself in his sweater and dragging him back into Minho’s equally firm (who is he kidding) body.
“Where do you think you’re going?” Minho murmurs playfully, wrapping his arms around Jinki who can’t help the surprised yelp he lets out.
“Nowhere, just, you know, b-bed.”
“Alone?”
Jinki’s mouth goes slack and the way Minho is now pressing small, wet kisses down his neck is not helping. He wants to say something but the only thing that comes out is some sort of strangled moan.
“What was that, leader?” Minho teases, lips leaving Jinki’s skin for briefly and he laughs, all deep and breathy, when Jinki can’t manage a reply. “You are the leader, aren’t you?”
Jinki nods, eyes fluttering.
“And you know where the bedroom is?” Minho whispers, lips coming up to kiss the skin behind Jinki’s ear and Jinki might or might not be pushing back into all the warmth and the unfair number of abs and possibly the most beautiful boy he has ever seen. He nods, pretty sure speaking stopped being an option five minutes ago.
“Then lead away,” Minho says and Jinki thinks well, shit and does exactly that.