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.