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At this point, Jonghyun figured that if he spotted Minho, then it’d be more of a nuisance this time around. From the experience he’s has with him launching his cigarette on the ground, he assumed that maybe the younger didn’t like tobacco. He kind of hoped he’d show up sooner or later, so he could at least try to make Minho hate him less with a compromise…

Minho sighed, needing to pass Jonghyun to get anywhere near home. Since the guy was standing around, looking less aggressive in his short height, Minho stepped out of hiding, ipod still held in his hand as payment if he needed it. 

Minho didn’t really think before asking “Why are you still here?”

Jonghyun turned at the sound of a low, familiar voice and held back an urge to smile. He faced the boy that asked him such a question, exhaling smoke before replying smoothly: “I could ask you the same thing.” The older took priority in taking slow steps towards Minho, surely making his way over to him as if he were a frail animal that would run away if he did something wrong.

Minho tensed up slightly, nearly stepping back with each oncoming step by Jonghyun. He stood his ground though, replying “You’re in my way. Though,” Minho couldn’t hold back one of his other ‘great’ jokes now seeing an opening for it. “I could probably jump over you.” He snorted a laugh, proud of his joke.

Jonghyun froze, his face looking rather unimpressed as the younger man threw another insulting joke at him. His cigarette hung loosely from his lip as he willed himself not to punch Minho in the jaw- because honestly, what had he done wrong to deserve such a comment? He did nothing wrong. The shorter one willed himself to heave a sigh, blowing out smoke from his nose. “Are you going to stop now?” he asked.

Minho blinked, nose wrinkling. “Stop what? You’re the weird one, ” he pointed accusingly, not soon forgetting being manhandled and kissed by some guy. “I didn’t do anything,” Minho defended, eyes narrowing with annoyance at some little guy being tough.

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At this point, Jonghyun figured that if he spotted Minho, then it’d be more of a nuisance this time around. From the experience he’s has with him launching his cigarette on the ground, he assumed that maybe the younger didn’t like tobacco. He kind of hoped he’d show up sooner or later, so he could at least try to make Minho hate him less with a compromise…

Minho sighed, needing to pass Jonghyun to get anywhere near home. Since the guy was standing around, looking less aggressive in his short height, Minho stepped out of hiding, ipod still held in his hand as payment if he needed it. 

Minho didn’t really think before asking “Why are you still here?”

Jonghyun turned at the sound of a low, familiar voice and held back an urge to smile. He faced the boy that asked him such a question, exhaling smoke before replying smoothly: “I could ask you the same thing.” The older took priority in taking slow steps towards Minho, surely making his way over to him as if he were a frail animal that would run away if he did something wrong.

Minho tensed up slightly, nearly stepping back with each oncoming step by Jonghyun. He stood his ground though, replying “You’re in my way. Though,” Minho couldn’t hold back one of his other ‘great’ jokes now seeing an opening for it. “I could probably jump over you.” He snorted a laugh, proud of his joke.

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Anonymous asked: Jinki found Minho dancing on the roof, the rain still torrential, the lightning still crashing around mountains to the North East. "Yah!" he shouted over the slightly deafening, mostly horrifying sound. "Come back inside! You'll catch a-- WAH!" he yelped as long arms and a huge grin pulled him closer, spinning him around to music that only Minho could hear. They danced erratically in weird oblong circles, splashing puddles of water. Jinki laughed and slipped and cursed, then laughed some more.

(( Anon, this sounds really cute, but I’m confused what you’re trying to do? I mean, I’m not used to RPing in a setting where my character (in this case ‘Minho’, is controlled by the other RPer. Or is this just a cute little drabble to share? ))

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At this point, Jonghyun figured that if he spotted Minho, then it’d be more of a nuisance this time around. From the experience he’s has with him launching his cigarette on the ground, he assumed that maybe the younger didn’t like tobacco. He kind of hoped he’d show up sooner or later, so he could at least try to make Minho hate him less with a compromise…

Minho sighed, needing to pass Jonghyun to get anywhere near home. Since the guy was standing around, looking less aggressive in his short height, Minho stepped out of hiding, ipod still held in his hand as payment if he needed it. 

Minho didn’t really think before asking “Why are you still here?”

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Jonghyun blinked, his expression blank as the younger swatted his hands away. Then suddenly, he had the evilest, most wicked smirk on his face when he realized that the taller had actually squirmed when he tried to tickle him. The shorter man bounced on Minho’s lap when he tried to kick him off, and after such a pitiful attempt, Jonghyun couldn’t resist shooting his hands forward again and attacking the other student’s sides with his fingers in order to tickle him again. ‘What the hell am I doing?’ he asked himself with a wide grin on his face.

"Hey! He-hey!" Minho flailed, hands fumbling to stop the attack. Despite being annoyed and upset, he laughed at the tickling, eyes scrunched with growing tears. It’s hard to breath, so Minho tried falling to his side over the ground to get away. He still twitched and flailed, laughter cracking as he shouted. "Stop! Stop- please stop!"

If Minho could think beyond the nearly hurting of a tickle attack to a sensitive body, he would note how weird this was. But right now death felt like it was knocking at his door the harder it was to take in a deep breath.

[cries over ticklish!ho]

Jonghyun never thought that someone’s laughter could be so addicting to hear, not to mention contagious. It only made him want to continue, tickling the other’s sides until he fell over onto one of them. That didn’t stop him from switching sides, attacking at different sides and times, chuckling as he did so. “But you’re laughing!” he pointed out as a weak argument against the latter’s pleas for a break. It wasn’t until the older noticed that Minho was running out of breath that he decided that maybe- just maybe- he should give just a chance for him to breathe. Reluctantly, he stopped, but kept his hands where they were; on the youngest’s body, one on the left and the other on the right. “You were laughing,” he stated again, like as if the action itself was a phenomenon. “I was making you laugh.”

Minho blinked wet eyes, face red and deep breaths relieving. Still he was not amused though, glaring up at Jonghyun from where he laid on his side over dirty ground. Minho’s voice croaked as he spoke. “You made me- forced me to laugh, jerk.” 

Minho wiped at wet eyes, embarrassed he nearly cried from the attack. “Let me up,” he huffed in a tired voice, having had enough for one day. More than enough.

Jonghyun snickered, moving one of his hands so he could press the back of his knuckles against the latter’s cheek for a moment. His skin was warm, almost hot compared to his hand, and he finally realized that he had almost pushed Minho that far. “You still laughed. It was cute,” he said, finally willing himself to keep his paws off of the younger and stand up. Yet, he still couldn’t help himself. “Here, I’ll help you up,” he said gently, giving the younger a genuine look as he reached out his hand.

Minho silently looked at Jonghyun’s offered hand, then around him, then back to the hand. He took a moment to dust himself off, cheeks puffed with a deep breath held. In a moment, Minho suddenly pushed himself to his hands and knees, then quickly took off running, backpack flopping heavily over his back. He ran around one of the old, abandon buildings nearby, trying to hide from the older boy who had begun to really freak him out. The offered hand of help was rejected. 

Jonghyun stood still, looking like an idiot with his widened eyes following the taller male as he ran off but his hand still stuck out in an offer to help him up. The friendly proposal was rejected, and he felt foolish for not seeing this coming. His eyes darted elsewhere as he curled each finger into his palm slowly, one by one until his hand was a clenched fist, wondering where in the world that jerk could possibly be in an abandoned neighbourhood. “Alright then,” Jonghyun sighed, leisurely walking off where he saw Minho run off to. This game wasn’t fun; he was never good at hide and seek…

Minho pulled his backpack off, hurriedly digging into a pocket. He pulled out a shiny ipod, then glanced around before trying to quietly turn another corner. He held his backpack in on and and the ipod in another, saving it out as a bribe to be left alone in case he ran into Jonghyun again.

Jonghyun was needless to say a bit disappointed. He knew that the chances of finding the younger student were slim, so he decided that he might as well enjoy a walk and a cigarette while he’s at it. The shorter one sighed, pulling out a cancer stick from his pack of cigarettes and lighting it. Kicking his feet and taking a drag, Jonghyun stuck his hands in his jacket pockets and tried to look for Minho. It mostly consisted of him looking from left to right time to time.

Taking a few further steps, Minho smelled cigarette smoke. His nose wrinkled, and he peeked around a corner, spotting the older teenager smoking. “Gross,” he mumbled, watching from his spot. He didn’t understand what the guy was doing, well other than smoking. 

Little guys are confusing, huh?

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Jonghyun blinked, his expression blank as the younger swatted his hands away. Then suddenly, he had the evilest, most wicked smirk on his face when he realized that the taller had actually squirmed when he tried to tickle him. The shorter man bounced on Minho’s lap when he tried to kick him off, and after such a pitiful attempt, Jonghyun couldn’t resist shooting his hands forward again and attacking the other student’s sides with his fingers in order to tickle him again. ‘What the hell am I doing?’ he asked himself with a wide grin on his face.

"Hey! He-hey!" Minho flailed, hands fumbling to stop the attack. Despite being annoyed and upset, he laughed at the tickling, eyes scrunched with growing tears. It’s hard to breath, so Minho tried falling to his side over the ground to get away. He still twitched and flailed, laughter cracking as he shouted. "Stop! Stop- please stop!"

If Minho could think beyond the nearly hurting of a tickle attack to a sensitive body, he would note how weird this was. But right now death felt like it was knocking at his door the harder it was to take in a deep breath.

[cries over ticklish!ho]

Jonghyun never thought that someone’s laughter could be so addicting to hear, not to mention contagious. It only made him want to continue, tickling the other’s sides until he fell over onto one of them. That didn’t stop him from switching sides, attacking at different sides and times, chuckling as he did so. “But you’re laughing!” he pointed out as a weak argument against the latter’s pleas for a break. It wasn’t until the older noticed that Minho was running out of breath that he decided that maybe- just maybe- he should give just a chance for him to breathe. Reluctantly, he stopped, but kept his hands where they were; on the youngest’s body, one on the left and the other on the right. “You were laughing,” he stated again, like as if the action itself was a phenomenon. “I was making you laugh.”

Minho blinked wet eyes, face red and deep breaths relieving. Still he was not amused though, glaring up at Jonghyun from where he laid on his side over dirty ground. Minho’s voice croaked as he spoke. “You made me- forced me to laugh, jerk.” 

Minho wiped at wet eyes, embarrassed he nearly cried from the attack. “Let me up,” he huffed in a tired voice, having had enough for one day. More than enough.

Jonghyun snickered, moving one of his hands so he could press the back of his knuckles against the latter’s cheek for a moment. His skin was warm, almost hot compared to his hand, and he finally realized that he had almost pushed Minho that far. “You still laughed. It was cute,” he said, finally willing himself to keep his paws off of the younger and stand up. Yet, he still couldn’t help himself. “Here, I’ll help you up,” he said gently, giving the younger a genuine look as he reached out his hand.

Minho silently looked at Jonghyun’s offered hand, then around him, then back to the hand. He took a moment to dust himself off, cheeks puffed with a deep breath held. In a moment, Minho suddenly pushed himself to his hands and knees, then quickly took off running, backpack flopping heavily over his back. He ran around one of the old, abandon buildings nearby, trying to hide from the older boy who had begun to really freak him out. The offered hand of help was rejected. 

Jonghyun stood still, looking like an idiot with his widened eyes following the taller male as he ran off but his hand still stuck out in an offer to help him up. The friendly proposal was rejected, and he felt foolish for not seeing this coming. His eyes darted elsewhere as he curled each finger into his palm slowly, one by one until his hand was a clenched fist, wondering where in the world that jerk could possibly be in an abandoned neighbourhood. “Alright then,” Jonghyun sighed, leisurely walking off where he saw Minho run off to. This game wasn’t fun; he was never good at hide and seek…

Minho pulled his backpack off, hurriedly digging into a pocket. He pulled out a shiny ipod, then glanced around before trying to quietly turn another corner. He held his backpack in on and and the ipod in another, saving it out as a bribe to be left alone in case he ran into Jonghyun again.

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Jonghyun blinked, his expression blank as the younger swatted his hands away. Then suddenly, he had the evilest, most wicked smirk on his face when he realized that the taller had actually squirmed when he tried to tickle him. The shorter man bounced on Minho’s lap when he tried to kick him off, and after such a pitiful attempt, Jonghyun couldn’t resist shooting his hands forward again and attacking the other student’s sides with his fingers in order to tickle him again. ‘What the hell am I doing?’ he asked himself with a wide grin on his face.

"Hey! He-hey!" Minho flailed, hands fumbling to stop the attack. Despite being annoyed and upset, he laughed at the tickling, eyes scrunched with growing tears. It’s hard to breath, so Minho tried falling to his side over the ground to get away. He still twitched and flailed, laughter cracking as he shouted. "Stop! Stop- please stop!"

If Minho could think beyond the nearly hurting of a tickle attack to a sensitive body, he would note how weird this was. But right now death felt like it was knocking at his door the harder it was to take in a deep breath.

[cries over ticklish!ho]

Jonghyun never thought that someone’s laughter could be so addicting to hear, not to mention contagious. It only made him want to continue, tickling the other’s sides until he fell over onto one of them. That didn’t stop him from switching sides, attacking at different sides and times, chuckling as he did so. “But you’re laughing!” he pointed out as a weak argument against the latter’s pleas for a break. It wasn’t until the older noticed that Minho was running out of breath that he decided that maybe- just maybe- he should give just a chance for him to breathe. Reluctantly, he stopped, but kept his hands where they were; on the youngest’s body, one on the left and the other on the right. “You were laughing,” he stated again, like as if the action itself was a phenomenon. “I was making you laugh.”

Minho blinked wet eyes, face red and deep breaths relieving. Still he was not amused though, glaring up at Jonghyun from where he laid on his side over dirty ground. Minho’s voice croaked as he spoke. “You made me- forced me to laugh, jerk.” 

Minho wiped at wet eyes, embarrassed he nearly cried from the attack. “Let me up,” he huffed in a tired voice, having had enough for one day. More than enough.

Jonghyun snickered, moving one of his hands so he could press the back of his knuckles against the latter’s cheek for a moment. His skin was warm, almost hot compared to his hand, and he finally realized that he had almost pushed Minho that far. “You still laughed. It was cute,” he said, finally willing himself to keep his paws off of the younger and stand up. Yet, he still couldn’t help himself. “Here, I’ll help you up,” he said gently, giving the younger a genuine look as he reached out his hand.

Minho silently looked at Jonghyun’s offered hand, then around him, then back to the hand. He took a moment to dust himself off, cheeks puffed with a deep breath held. In a moment, Minho suddenly pushed himself to his hands and knees, then quickly took off running, backpack flopping heavily over his back. He ran around one of the old, abandon buildings nearby, trying to hide from the older boy who had begun to really freak him out. The offered hand of help was rejected. 

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Jonghyun blinked, his expression blank as the younger swatted his hands away. Then suddenly, he had the evilest, most wicked smirk on his face when he realized that the taller had actually squirmed when he tried to tickle him. The shorter man bounced on Minho’s lap when he tried to kick him off, and after such a pitiful attempt, Jonghyun couldn’t resist shooting his hands forward again and attacking the other student’s sides with his fingers in order to tickle him again. ‘What the hell am I doing?’ he asked himself with a wide grin on his face.

"Hey! He-hey!" Minho flailed, hands fumbling to stop the attack. Despite being annoyed and upset, he laughed at the tickling, eyes scrunched with growing tears. It’s hard to breath, so Minho tried falling to his side over the ground to get away. He still twitched and flailed, laughter cracking as he shouted. "Stop! Stop- please stop!"

If Minho could think beyond the nearly hurting of a tickle attack to a sensitive body, he would note how weird this was. But right now death felt like it was knocking at his door the harder it was to take in a deep breath.

[cries over ticklish!ho]

Jonghyun never thought that someone’s laughter could be so addicting to hear, not to mention contagious. It only made him want to continue, tickling the other’s sides until he fell over onto one of them. That didn’t stop him from switching sides, attacking at different sides and times, chuckling as he did so. “But you’re laughing!” he pointed out as a weak argument against the latter’s pleas for a break. It wasn’t until the older noticed that Minho was running out of breath that he decided that maybe- just maybe- he should give just a chance for him to breathe. Reluctantly, he stopped, but kept his hands where they were; on the youngest’s body, one on the left and the other on the right. “You were laughing,” he stated again, like as if the action itself was a phenomenon. “I was making you laugh.”

Minho blinked wet eyes, face red and deep breaths relieving. Still he was not amused though, glaring up at Jonghyun from where he laid on his side over dirty ground. Minho’s voice croaked as he spoke. “You made me- forced me to laugh, jerk.” 

Minho wiped at wet eyes, embarrassed he nearly cried from the attack. “Let me up,” he huffed in a tired voice, having had enough for one day. More than enough.

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Minho had been more concerned about his clean uniform being dirtied than pay much attention to Jonghyun. But once the other was sitting on his lap, he blinked hard, mouth fallen open, but not sure what to say. It’s suggestive, the position, but then Jonghyun is a guy, so Minho waits for a flying punch he wouldn’t see in time.

"Get off," Minho’s tone of voice showed his nervousness, but he still spoke in hopes of getting home. "I have schoolwork to do. I can’t play anymore." The game was too weird now. Minho gave up, taking defeat. 

Jonghyun wished he could receive a pat on the back-
no, an academy award- for his efforts of getting this close without being back-sassed by the little frog princess. He found that the younger had such a cute expression, with his eyes wider than they normally were and his mouth agape. It was so cute, in fact, that he couldn’t resist leaning forward and quickly smooching that smooth cheek of his.
The older male allowed his hands to wrap around the younger’s out-of-place collar, keeping him where he was. “I want to play more,” he told him, stubbornly albeit he was being honest. God forbid if Choi Minho’s attention wasn’t on him when the elder saw him.

Minho choked on a breath, chest tight and hands shaking. Jonghyun was different alright. Very, uncomfortably, different. Minho was scared if he were honest. Minho leaned his head back, voice small “I can’t play anymore with you.”

This wasn’t even normal playing, it was some twisted sport he wanted no part in. Minho lifted a hand to begin gently and cautiously shoving on Jonghyun’s arm, wanting him off still.

Jonghyun didn’t even budge, even when he was told that he didn’t want to play anymore and even when he felt hands try to pry him off. It got annoying after a while, so he grabbed both hands in his and held them tightly.
He didn’t mind, of course- the shorter one has been with others like this before. This seemed to only go further into proving his theory that Minho was probably a virgin. Either that, and he was really dense. “Yes you can. You’re doing it right now,” he said, leaning in and kissing his other cheek. “School work can wait; I can’t.”

"I’m not playing," Minho insisted, eyes narrowing and head yanked away from another kiss. He sat still, because maybe the still treatment would work, maybe Jonghyun would tire and get bored with him. Minho could hope. "Go smoke a chimney or whatever it is you do. I’m done."

Minho still sat in place, not moving, except for his head. Jonghyun would surely bore of him soon.

Jonghyun whined, becoming impatient with the boy. Why was he moving away from him like that? He should be blessed that he’s kissing his cheeks instead of punching them. He’d honestly prefer being kissed by a handsome young man like himself than being beaten. Then again…

The older shook off the thought, chuckling. “I wonder if you’re ticklish,” he wondered outloud out of nowhere, ignoring Minho’s comments and placing his hands near the latter’s side. He experimentally poke at his body, seeing if he could get even the smallest flinch or stupid giggle out of him.

Minho used the hand released to slap at Jonghyun’s tickling, shouting “Hey!” It tickled enough to get Minho wiggling, voice a frustrated growl more than a laugh. He was not amused at all. “Stop touching me.”

His sitting still approached failed. So Minho kicked long legs still sat on, hoping to knock the older boy off balance and he could make his escape. 

Jonghyun blinked, his expression blank as the younger swatted his hands away. Then suddenly, he had the evilest, most wicked smirk on his face when he realized that the taller had actually squirmed when he tried to tickle him. The shorter man bounced on Minho’s lap when he tried to kick him off, and after such a pitiful attempt, Jonghyun couldn’t resist shooting his hands forward again and attacking the other student’s sides with his fingers in order to tickle him again. ‘What the hell am I doing?’ he asked himself with a wide grin on his face.

"Hey! He-hey!" Minho flailed, hands fumbling to stop the attack. Despite being annoyed and upset, he laughed at the tickling, eyes scrunched with growing tears. It’s hard to breath, so Minho tried falling to his side over the ground to get away. He still twitched and flailed, laughter cracking as he shouted. "Stop! Stop- please stop!"

If Minho could think beyond the nearly hurting of a tickle attack to a sensitive body, he would note how weird this was. But right now death felt like it was knocking at his door the harder it was to take in a deep breath.

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