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jongyu; pg-13
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prequel to Aliza's faster

Jonghyun bit his lower lip and frowned at their leader, who was eyeing him from head to toe the moment Jonghyun returned to the dorm. They hadn’t seen each other for a full month, their conversations mostly during that time the whole SHINee came to visit him at the hospital and through the phone when they were teasing him for sounding weird when his nose was still bandaged. He had expected them to be surprised at his sudden image change—he hadn’t told them that he would come back as a platinum blond after all—but he didn’t expect that he would be scrutinized from head to toe. The rest of the group had schedules (that kid Taemin managed to get married while he was away!) and only their leader was relaxing in the dorm, sinking into the massage chair just when Jonghyun came in. “W-what?” Jonghyun asked, shifting his balance from a foot to another as he was subjected to a meticulous stare. “I just changed my hair!” he continued, a bit defensive. Jinki chuckled, covering his mouth with his hand as he stretched against the vibration of the chair. “Sorry, it’s just…” “What?” Jonghyun narrowed his eyes at Jinki, grinning in spite of his mock annoyance. Jinki had his hair trimmed since the start of the year, but Jonghyun couldn’t get used to how Jinki’s jaws were sharper or how his eyes were more piercing, or how his smirks were more intimidating. Somehow their leader had become more confident and while Jonghyun thought the new look was refreshing, Jinki seemed so different from the guy who used to depend on Jonghyun a lot. He felt a bit uncomfortable at this new confident Jinki, maybe because he missed the way Jinki came to him for help and other things. “You look smaller.” Jinki’s smile grew wider. Jonghyun made a face. “You mean thinner. I lost quite a bit of weight while I was sick in bed, okay.” He approached the massage chair and leaned against the backrest. “No, I really meant smaller.” Jinki reached for the sleeve of Jonghyun’s jacket. “Like, I can totally carry you and throw you on the bed.” “Oh really.” Jonghyun lowered his head as he moved to stand between Jinki’s knees. He leaned down and rested his hands on the armrest, trapping the other on the chair and leveling his gaze with Jinki’s bespectacled ones. “If I remember correctly, you’re the one getting thrown on the bed, Jinki-hyung.” Jinki blinked at him lazily, and Jonghyun could also feel the vibrations on the massage chair through his hands. “I don’t remember much of that.” Jonghyun clicked his tongue and leaned in even closer, his newly healed nose almost touching Jinki’s. “Well, then, shall I remind you how I got you worked up even though you’re on your knees because I painted my initials on your glasses with my cum?” “Oh, I remember that well,” Jinki said as he stretched his neck upwards as the vibrations touched a sensitive spot on his back, his mouth briefly meeting Jonghyun’s in a teasing kiss, before settling back into the chair. “I still have to pay you back for that.” “Pay me back, huh,” Jonghyun muttered, one of his knees coming up to rest in between Jinki’s thighs on the chair as he strained to nuzzle his way to Jinki’s neck. The massage chair squeaked in protest of both of their weights, but they were sure it could hold. “How do you plan on paying me back, hyung?” There was a long silence as Jinki turned his head to meet Jonghyun’s lips, a sigh escaping from him as he ran a hand over Jonghyun’s thinner arms. Jonghyun leaned into the kiss, complacent, as he followed their routine—a hand at the back of Jinki’s neck to control his movements, the other hand pressing onto Jinki’s shoulder to restrain him. It was like before, when Jinki turned into putty for him and followed whatever he wanted. But the routine quickly ended when Jonghyun realized that Jinki had one of his wrists in an iron grip. He pulled his tongue out of Jinki’s mouth and breathlessly asked, “What?” Jinki didn’t reply. Instead, he stood up, pushing Jonghyun’s weight off him. Before Jonghyun could utter a word, he found himself slammed chest first against the nearest wall. One of his arms was pressed against his lower back and the other was trapped against the wall and Jinki’s hand. “J…hyung?” he asked. He flinched as he felt a wisp of warm breath on his ear. “That’s right, call me hyung, Jonghyunnie. Maybe I’ll be nicer, who knows?” Jonghyun audibly swallowed. :;;::;;:*:;;::;;:*:;;::;;:*:;;::;;:*:;;::;;:☆:;;::;;:*:;;::;;:*:;;::;;:*:;;::;;:*:;;::;;: