Title: The Chocolate Feud

Rating: PG

Word count: 779

Summary: Minho and Jonghyun are both brave knights in the war of dark og milk chocolate.

It isn’t often they agree on what to watch. Minho is more of a comedy-slash-I-just-want-to-turn-off-my-brain-and-laugh-my-lungs-out kind of guy while Jonghyun fancies the tension-seeking and romance-filled melodramas (he’s a romantic to the core, so sue him). But when they do settle on something, they’ll take as much advantage of the situation as they possibly can.

Tonight, it’s a rom-com, which is about the only middle-ground available. They’ve settled down on the couch, on the part that extends about one and a half meters out because Jonghyun insists he’s much more comfortable cuddled up to Minho’s chest with a leg on either side and he wants the TV directly in front of him, not sideways.

Not that Minho minds (he might claim Jonghyun is the only reason for the excessive skinship between them but that’s not the case at all) but he can’t move much in this position. For that exact reason, he has to get Jonghyun to get him the stuff he wants – and that’s quite a challenging task because once Jonghyun has turned cuddly mode on, there’s no escaping him. It’s especially annoying now that Minho’s getting thirsty again but he already drank up all of his cola and there’s no way he’s asking for Jonghyun’s cranberry juice (it’s a principle, no matter how thirsty he might be).

“Jjong, can you get me some chocolate?” he decides on of the things he can see within Jonghyun’s reach. It’s not liquid but it’ll have to suffice.

Jonghyun doesn’t react for a moment but as Minho opens his mouth to repeat, he starts moving. Minho fixes his eyes on the screen then because Jonghyun is a grown man (even if most of the time he doesn’t act like it); he should be able to handle this without supervision. And sure enough, a minute later, something presses against Minho’s lips and he takes it in without question.

It turns out to be a horrible idea.

His mouth is infiltrated with a taste of grease and milk and far too much sugar to ever be considered tasty (or healthy, for that matter). He can barely recognize the small hint of chocolate in there and the corners of his mouth pull down in disgust.

“What the hell, Jjong?” he almost shrieks (but he doesn’t; Choi Minho doesn’t shriek).

“What?” Jonghyun barely acknowledges.

“What did you give me?”

“You asked for chocolate and I gave you chocolate.” Jonghyun says in a matter-of-factly tone, shrugging, still finding the movie far more interesting than Minho’s distress.

Minho scoffs, incredulous. “I meant real chocolate, not this nasty , you know that.”

Jonghyun adjusts his position slightly and Minho can see the outline of his brows pull together. “That ‘nasty ’ is real chocolate.”

“What? You can’t be serious.”

When Jonghyun doesn’t bother to react again, Minho continues, “it has to be at least 60%. It’ll get a much more plentiful taste that way.”

Jonghyun sits up and turns to him then. “No way, that’s too bitter! Chocolate is supposed to be sweet and, like, melting on the tongue, not making me want to throw up.” He scrunches his nose at the mere thought.

“This tastes like fat and sugar blended into this disgusting mass they sell in packs for stupid people like you to buy.” Minho sighs, then adds, “I bet there are no cocoa beans in the production even.”

“Not true! And how would you explain the color then, hmm?” Jonghyun looks like he thinks he’s so ing smart with that question.

“Easy. Colorant.” (Minho feels so satisfied when Jonghyun’s face falls for a moment.)

“Whatever you say, I’m sure you can look up the production and see that there is cocoa in it,” Jonghyun says defiantly.

“Yeah, only, like, thirty percent or something. It’s all carbonhydrates en masse.”

Jonghyun huffs, loudly and obnoxiously so, and plops down on Minho’s chest (with more force than necessary, but Minho only laughs inwardly at his endearing display of childishness). ”Like yours isn't b with sugar either.”

Minho smirks. ”Yeah? How do you explain this then?” He pinches a little excess of skin on Jonghyun’s side.

Jonghyun shrieks (Minho wonders when their landlord will throw them out) and covers his sides with his hands. ”It’s just because I’m such a sweet person. Only bitter people eat bitter chocolate.”

“Really?” Minho says in that tone you only use when a child is explaining a silly idea that you just play along with anyway. “I think it’s because you’re so bitter you need sugar to be sweet.”

Jonghyun adjusts his position on Minho’s chest, mumbling, ”I like my version better.”

“Whatever floats your boat, love.” Minho kisses the top of his head.

A/N: Another Jongho quarrel, like almost every other chapter! Honestly, isn't it getting a bit monotonous? I think I'l try to do some fluffy, disagreement-free drabble 'cause I kinda miss that in this fic (not that I'm gonna stop quarrels. God no, that's impossible with these two.)

For now, here's a cute clingy boyfriend, Jonghyun.

Latest edit: July 10^th, 2016