jongho; fluff

Wide-eyed, Minho’s long arms flail and he nearly falls off the park bench, lips parted with a confused and distressed noise. Only chidden playing nearby at the playground had seemed to notice, and they pay it no mind expect for the taller one spazzing out like a fun child’s toy.

Jonghyun puckers his lips again, with a giggling laugh, amused by the younger’s reaction to only a kiss to his mouth. It isn’t how he always reacts to a kiss. In fact some times he pulls Jonghyun closer during a kisses. But like this, out in public, Minho becomes a bundle of flustered nerves, acting like a first date all over again.

“Hyung..” Minho tries to warn, but it falls as a whine. “You know..”

Jonghyun shrugs, playing to the usual that he of course doesn’t know at all that it makes a conservative Minho uncomfortable. Maybe he’s a little bit horrible for it, but Minho’s reactions are always the best so he goes against the younger’s wishes. And every time Minho pretends to be more angry then he is to hide other emotions. 

“You almost fell over,” Jonghyun laughs harder, knees slapped and eyes crinkled.

Minho sits up, brushing himself off and frowning a hard pout. “It’s not funny,” he chews his lips with narrowed eyes.

“You’re right,” Jonghyun leans in close enough for Minho to be concerned, grin wide and eyes blinking as slow as his words. “It’s rather cute.”

Minho flicks at Jonghyun’s nose, blushing shyly as the older retreats with a cry of pain.