Title: It Wasn't Even My Fault

Rating: PG

Word count: 910

Summary: Jonghyun suffers from short people problems.

Huffing, Jonghyun glances up at the open kitchen cabinet. It’s right there, at the very top shelf, standing proud. The hot chocolate powder.

He doesn’t even try to reach up for it, sulking and pouting childishly (even at his tippy toes, he still stands an inch short of the upper shelves).

Jonghyun knows this is Minho’s doings (that bastard is the only one tall enough to even place it there), but he doesn’t call him out on it. No, Jonghyun wants to save himself the embarrassment of the inevitable mocking if he was to do so. But he does curse Minho, under his breath, and it’s a very exotic string of profanities mixed with the words ‘frog’ and ‘alien’.

With pursed lips, Jonghyun spares the box of cocoa powder a last glance before tugging the sleeves of his jumper up to his elbows and bracing his arms on the kitchen counter. He blushes to himself when he doesn’t succeed on the first try, but that’s soon forgotten as the second finds his knee on the tabletop and he’s soon hauling the rest of his petite body up. He gets up on shaky knees, hands finding leverage on a shelf inside the cabinet, though it only provides a questionable support. Cautiously, Jonghyun reaches up for the red tin box with a display of two mugs of steaming hot chocolate on the front, a victorious smile blooming on his full lips when his hand successfully pulls it out.

That smile, however, contorts into a look of sheer horror when the container proves too heavy for one hand and the thought of grapping it with both hands registers in his mind. But his grip on the shelf only tightens instinctually as the slip of the box has his balance jeopardized and before Jonghyun can gather his bearing, the red container is no longer in his hand. The next thing he knows, the sound of it colliding with the floor is resonating throughout the apartment and he’s wincing at the deafening clang.

It takes only a few moments and even fewer heavy strides for Minho to march up to the doorway, jaw dropped and bulging eyes running all over the place. Jonghyun can only imagine the thoughts going through Minho’s head at the mess on the floor and his compromising position (and he probably would’ve laughed at himself if he hadn’t been caught red handed).

"I, uh...," he lets out, sheepish, only now daring to glance down at the chaos he’s caused. But chaos is an understatement, actually. There’s tan powder everywhere, even all the way over in the opposite corner (which, on the contrary, is an overstatement, because their kitchen really isn’t that big).

Minho sighs, heavily so, and rubs at his eyelids with his index and thump, saying, “and I just bought that.”

“Well, you see, I wanted some hot chocolate, right.” Minho knows he’s going to rant, if the pointed expression is anything to go by, but Jonghyun can’t really stop, “and the box was way up on the top shelf, right, so I had to climb up on the counter and then I was just-.”

“Why didn’t you just ask for help?” Minho sighs again, leaning against the doorframe.

That has Jonghyun tongue-tied for a moment, but he quickly regains posture. “I’m fully capable of getting it myse-.”

“No, no you’re not.” Minho gestures to the mess of brown on the floor.

Jonghyun’s brows draw together in the middle and he lets out an indignant huff. “It wasn’t even my fault. You’re the one who placed it there; you should take some responsibility.” He knows he’s being childish.

“Responsibility?” an incredulous look takes up Minho’s face, “that doesn’t even make sense. I-“ He cuts himself off there, now seeming frustrated more than anything. Jonghyun doesn’t understand and his confusion increases exponentially when Minho opens his mouth again with a hold on only to disappear down the hall. Jonghyun is left to hover awkwardly for a minute, but then Minho is back and marching across the floor.

Jonghyun’s about to yell at him because the idiot’s going to get powder everywhere (never mind that it already is everywhere), but then he notices that Minho’s wearing his worn sneakers, and before Jonghyun can fix up a new smart remark, Minho’s got one arm around his back and the other hooked under his legs and he’s being carried across the kitchen.

He doesn’t even have time to blush as Minho, being quite the brute, dumps him on the floor in the hall. Jonghyun turns around to yell at him but Minho cuts him to it. “Sorry, I just couldn’t argue when you were looking so cute up there.”

Then Jonghyun’s blushing and he sees Minho take a moment to enjoy it (bastard’s smirking) before clearing his throat. “You’re still cleaning up though.”

With that, he drops off his shoes at the front door, strides back to their bedroom and closes the door, leaving Jonghyun gaping like a fish.

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Later that evening, Jonghyun finds himself curled to Minho’s side on their couch, watching some rerun on variety shows, empty mug on the coffee table.

His eyes are drooping for the third time when he catches an almost-not-there whisper from Minho, which has him fully awake in seconds.

“I did place it on the top. Intentionally.”

Needless to say, Minho got himself a nice residence on the floor for the rest of the evening.

A/N: Just wrote this, so sorry for any grammatical errors or errors in general. I promise you, it will be fixed. I’m getting these sudden surges to write fluff and idek why. They just pop up out of nowhere.

Latest edit: June 22^nd, 2016