Rating: G – Light R
Author: Pari Passi
Summary: A collection of 4 Jongho drabbles based off of one word prompts.
I’m in a little bit of a slump so I was just trying to get the creative juices flowing again. These aren’t anything special, but I hope you enjoy them anyway. :)
This little gem comes sometime, anytime, after Dirty Little Secrets.
“Hyung. Bend over.”
“Why should I?” Jonghyun folds his arms over his chest and pops his hips to the side a defiant look in brown eyes.
“You know why.” Minho takes a step closer pressing Jonghyun against the wall of a darkened wing off the stage.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Jonghyun stands his ground but leans into Minho’s touch.
“You don’t?” Minho’s hand moves to dip into the waist jeans slung low on Jonghyun’s hips fingers brushing at what he caught a glimpse of when Jonghyun stooped down on stage to grab a bottle of water.
“No clue, Ho…” Jonghyun’s lips curl upwards in a smile when he feels Minho’s hand to grab a hand full of his ass and the lace underwear covering it.
Minho can’t sleep. His eyes are glued on the unfamiliar wall paper of the hotel they’re staying in that’s lit by a thin line of light pouring in from the hallway.
“Hyung…” The taller boy shifts under the thickness of sheets and a duvet cover and pulls at the arm that’s slung tightly over his middle. “Hyung.”
“Shut up, sleeping…” Jonghyun lets out a groan and moves closer to Minho, burring his face between Minho’s shoulder blades and slings a leg over Minho’s hips to draw him closer.
“Hyung, this isn’t working. I’m not cut out to be the little spoon.”
Jonghyun’s eyes crack open. “I’ve been the little spoon this whole week. Don’t be a pussy about it.”
“Sleep or I’m telling everyone you’ve got a small dick.” Jonghyun bites.
Minho rolls his eyes. “I’m the big spoon tomorrow.” Jonghyun only snorts and curls around him a little tighter.
Minho feels the grip of fingers tighten around his wrist and slide, seeking out the warmth of his palm as he bends in half, band mates, no, family flanking him in a sea of aqua blue. Big eyes cast to the side, rimmed red with unshed emotion and he smiles at the sight that greets him. Jonghyun is to his left, tears streaming shamelessly down his face.
The taller man shifts his hand and tangles their fingers together then squeezes to get Jonghyun’s attention. Jonghyun just squeezes back and holds his head high jaw quaking as he attempts to quell his sobs. He’s SHINee’s village idiot but his heart is the size of the oversold arena they’re standing in the middle of and under the pinpoint of bright light shining down on them Minho can’t help but admire him.
The loud ring of the phone startles Minho out of a dead sleep. He fumbles around the haze of sleep, eyes catching the red numbering on the clock at his bed side. It’s six in the morning and if this isn’t their manager calling the person on the other end of the line is dead.
“Hello?” Minho’s voice cracks when he picks up.
“What are you wearing?” The voice on the other end is velvety smooth, or at least that’s what they’re going for.
“Jonghyun-Hyung, it’s too early for this.”
“So…nothing? Minho can almost see the dirty smile pulling at Jonghyun’s voice as he speaks over the crackly line connecting them.
Minho lets out a groan and moves to sit up letting hotel sheets pool around his waist. “How about you come over here and find out?”