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Carefully Jonghyun looked at the envelope he had just received a few short minutes prior. It was sealed tightly and every few seconds he looked up if someone was entering his room. He definitely didn't want anybody to see him. Not with what the envelope contained. Slowly he tore it open, afraid to destroy the sheet that was inside of the envelope. A smile broke out on his face in pure bliss when he finally saw the picture he had waited to see for days. Of course he had watched fancams and every photograph he could find on the internet. But this here, this was different. This was a high-quality photograph he had begged countles people to get. This was his secret kink, something he could never confess. The others of SHINee would look strangely at him, especially Minho. He didn’t want Minho to look strangely at him.
Suddenly the door was torn open and Minho came into the room.
“Hyung, are you coming? We want to start the movie.”
For a split second the older one wanted to hide the photograph he was holding in his hand but forgot everything he wanted to do when he saw the attire the younger one was wearing.
“Hyung? Are you okay? You are staring. Strangely.”
“Why are you wearing this?”, he choked out, staring with wide eyes.
Minho looked down on himself with a questioning gaze, then laughed slightly.
“Taemin dared me to. Said I wouldn’t wear it for the whole night.”
Jonghyun gulped. Now he wouldn’t manage to look away for the whole night. Or get random boners. He didn’t like any of the ideas.
“Is that me on the photograph?”
The smaller ones eyes drifted to the photograph he was still holding in his hand, then he tried to hide it when he finally registered what was happening.
“Uh. No. Why do you think that? Not you. Nope. Not at all.”
A smirk spread on Minho’s face and he approached Jonghyun slowly, straddled his lap.
“I might be wrong, hyung, but I believe I discovered your secret kink.”, he smirked.
Jonghyun eyes widened even more. He didn’t know what to say. Actually, he didn’t even know what to think. His mind was blank.
“I would say you like me. In women’s clothes.”
“I do like you. The women’s clothes are just an additional kink.”
Minho’s smile turned softer when he heard the whispered words.
“You do? You don’t want me only when I’m wearing this?”, he asked, pointing at the red dress he was wearing.
“Are you kidding me? I’ve been dreaming of you for years now. And when you had the performance with this dress? I’ve been dying ever since.”
A low chuckle escaped his lips as he pressed his lips against the older ones.
“Sooooooo. Is the movie-night still on or do you both prefer to sit there and suck faces?”
Minho pulled away and looked over to a smirking Kibum leaning in the doorway, Taemin and Jinki looming behind him.
“How long have you been standing there?”, Minho asked, giggled slightly when he felt Jonghyun’s arms sneak around his waist and pulling him closer.
“Long enough to witness this sappy confession and to learn more about dino-face’s kinks than I ever wanted. Now move your asses. I want to watch Mean Girls.”