onho; fluff

“How..” Minho blinks wide eyes, “How did you do that?”

Jinki snorts with a wide grin, shoulders shrugging. “I don’t know.. I just did.”

The sight is cute as always. Minho’s expression softens and he’s charmed by Lee Jinki all over again, and he wonders how the older does it, how he doesn’t see how drawn people are to him while insisting he’s just a normal, boring guy with little to like about him.

Jinki returns to what he had been doing, eating noodles with crooked glasses slipping slightly more over his chubby face. Minho rests his chin on a palm, leaned over the table slightly, gaze on Jinki adoring with a small goofy grin.

The man Jinki had helped out of a sudden jam stops by their table once more, bowing a deep thank you to the young man. Jinki blinks in sudden flustered surprise. Minho watches between the two, not noticed by the thankful man at all. He’s reminded again this man is his, is with him, has taste in a guy like Minho who is the actual average, boring guy. He’s the one given the time of day.

Jinki shrugs again with crinkled eyes as the man leaves them alone. “I really didn’t do anything..”

Minho continues smiling. Long fingers tapping his cheek and Jinki goes back to slurping noodles after a hand fixes his glasses.

He may not be faster than a speeding bullet, or capable of leaping tall buildings in a single bound, but Lee Jinki is still Minho’s Superman. Jinki never does stop amazing Minho.