SHINee: Naked In Front of a Crowd
Title: Naked in Front of a Crowd
Fandom: SHINee
Genre: Gen
Pairings/Focus: Jonghyun, Minho
Rating: PG
Warnings: None
Summary: A response to this.
Wordcount: 432
Somebody somewhere is throwing confetti. The sound system is playing their song and people are chanting along. He doesn't know what to do but he keeps bowing and people are grabbing him. He's covering his face because he doesn't know what to say. Really, it's the screaming that's building up in his head. A long chain of adrenaline and exhaustion is wrapping around his neck. He looks around but everybody is moving so fast. He needs to find the rest of them, so they can claim their trophy. His own stillness, it seems, makes him blind.
Somebody grabs his shoulder, and says, cheerily, “Crying again?"
It’s a sunbae, but the jagged enthused edge of his voice grates nonetheless. He bows and nods and says thank you, and he turns a little, just enough for modesty. Then he touches his face, and he decides that yes, he really is crying.
This is their third win. There might be something wrong with feeling this way. Minho grabs him and wraps his arm around Jonghyun. He doesn't try to smother him up with hugs and shouts, but he doesn't let go, either. Jonghyun has to squash down the stinging anger of being confronted with Minho’s shoulder.
“Congratulations, hyung," he says breezily. “Man, look at you. you're really losing it, huh?" he pats jonghyun on the back. “It’s gonna be okay," he says, and he keeps talking, just this slow deep rhythm that Jonghyun can feel from being pushed up against him, this solid breathing chest rising and falling.
“We’re going to have to put that trophy someplace where everybody can see it, yeah?" Of course, Minho. Only Minho. He cries harder, and Minho stuffs the bouquet of roses in his face and leads him away from the crowd, away from the noise.
“Really, there's no need to cover your face at all," he says. and it's true, Jonghyun is feeling less panicky, less gaping. He looks up and Minho is almost in his face, a pinched expression and a tiny smile. He’s almost crying, the bastard, but not nearly, not yet.
Jonghyun wants so badly to push him over the edge, to drag Minho down with him. And Minho seems to get it. He pulls jonghyun closer, presses his face to his chest.
“Breathe, breathe, breathe," he says calmly, with a little smile on his face. And Jonghyun hears him say it deep in his chest, each repetition a low buzzing sound. He feels the muscles of his abdomen expand and contract. He closes his eyes and breathes, his mind floating up, lighter than air.
Fandom: SHINee
Genre: Gen
Pairings/Focus: Jonghyun, Minho
Rating: PG
Warnings: None
Summary: A response to this.
Wordcount: 432
Somebody somewhere is throwing confetti. The sound system is playing their song and people are chanting along. He doesn't know what to do but he keeps bowing and people are grabbing him. He's covering his face because he doesn't know what to say. Really, it's the screaming that's building up in his head. A long chain of adrenaline and exhaustion is wrapping around his neck. He looks around but everybody is moving so fast. He needs to find the rest of them, so they can claim their trophy. His own stillness, it seems, makes him blind.
Somebody grabs his shoulder, and says, cheerily, “Crying again?"
It’s a sunbae, but the jagged enthused edge of his voice grates nonetheless. He bows and nods and says thank you, and he turns a little, just enough for modesty. Then he touches his face, and he decides that yes, he really is crying.
This is their third win. There might be something wrong with feeling this way. Minho grabs him and wraps his arm around Jonghyun. He doesn't try to smother him up with hugs and shouts, but he doesn't let go, either. Jonghyun has to squash down the stinging anger of being confronted with Minho’s shoulder.
“Congratulations, hyung," he says breezily. “Man, look at you. you're really losing it, huh?" he pats jonghyun on the back. “It’s gonna be okay," he says, and he keeps talking, just this slow deep rhythm that Jonghyun can feel from being pushed up against him, this solid breathing chest rising and falling.
“We’re going to have to put that trophy someplace where everybody can see it, yeah?" Of course, Minho. Only Minho. He cries harder, and Minho stuffs the bouquet of roses in his face and leads him away from the crowd, away from the noise.
“Really, there's no need to cover your face at all," he says. and it's true, Jonghyun is feeling less panicky, less gaping. He looks up and Minho is almost in his face, a pinched expression and a tiny smile. He’s almost crying, the bastard, but not nearly, not yet.
Jonghyun wants so badly to push him over the edge, to drag Minho down with him. And Minho seems to get it. He pulls jonghyun closer, presses his face to his chest.
“Breathe, breathe, breathe," he says calmly, with a little smile on his face. And Jonghyun hears him say it deep in his chest, each repetition a low buzzing sound. He feels the muscles of his abdomen expand and contract. He closes his eyes and breathes, his mind floating up, lighter than air.