~~~~~~~~~~jonghyun~~~~~~~

“Hyungggg~” Minho complained, stretching his arms over my lap.

I messed up his hair, and then patted it back down. “What?”

“I’m so miserable,” he whined. Minho turned his body upwards so he was lying down with his face in front of me.

“Why?” I smiled.

 “You know why you dinosaur,” he replied, putting up his hand to pinch my nose.

“Well it can’t be helped that you like Taemin. And now that I realize my strange feelings for Key, we are both depressed.” I sighed, moving un-comfortably.

“Aigoo Jjong, stop going about like that or I’ll fall off the couch.” Minho pestered.

“Well you’re damn head is so heavy, what do I do?” I retorted.

“Gosh, you’re such a jerk,” his comeback hit me right at my heart.

“Then why’d you go to my house for comfort?” I angrily questioned.

Minho didn’t answer, instead using his arm to push my head down.

“I went to you because no one else would’ve let me do this.”

He forced my face towards his mouth, and I didn’t mind. We roughly shifted our lips, and I didn’t pull away.

“Duby Dubbi Da Da Dibi Da~” I lifted my head away from Minho’s when I heard my phone ring.

“Hello?” I asked through the receiver. Minho was pouting at me.

 “Way to ruin the mood “king of skinship,” he mumbled, picking up his book that was on the floor.

“Jonghyun? There’s a situation and I need y-”

“Sorry, I’m busy,” I closed the phone, not wanting to recognize who’s voice that belonged to.

Minho looked up at me with wondering eyes.

I put my face down for another kiss.

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A/N: You guys wanted them to hook up? Then I made them kiss each other. This was a really akward and short chapter considering I don't ship them that much.

But there you go.

Oh here is how Jonghyun and Minho were positioned:

Sorry they don't have faces.