onho; fluff

Minho stumbles into the bathroom with a yelp. He quickly finds his footing before falling into the crotch of Jinki’s pants, which are tighter than usual—

Minho reaches for the nearest thing, which happens to be a towel and instead of giving it to the older to hide his ‘shame’, Minho throws it over his own head. “Hm.. uh.. eh.. uh.. Hyung.. Thought you were crying- you know what,” Minho begins backing up. “Nevermind. I’ll leave.”

The door is kicked closed behind Minho, then the towel is slowly pulled from Minho’s head and he meets Jinki’s grin and smiling eyes.  “Minho-ya.” Jinki laughs a giggle, shoulders shrugging with it. “Sorry, but I’m tired of waiting for you to get it.” 

Minho’s eyes are wide and blink quickly when Jinki’s mouth is suddenly on his. It’s warm and dry and a lie if Minho said he hated it. Jinki’s pressing against him though between their clothes caused Minho to squeak in horror, and more than that, horrible curiosity. He reaches behind himself to fumble with locking the door while Jinki laughs into the kiss and pushes Minho back into the door to grind against him.

Jinki pulls back to breathe against Minho’s parted lips while Minho stares down at the older with big eyes still unbelievably wide. 

“Thanks for staying~.”

And with the smooth tone of Jinki’s voice against him, Minho falls, figuratively… and literally.