"Minho..."
"C'mon, Jjong... come outta there already." Minho stood with his hands on his hips with a small smile, staring at the corner where the wall trailed off, seeing little pieces of Jonghyun's hair from hiding behind the wall.
"I look weird," he whined.
"You can't look as weird as me right now," Minho told him, adjusting his suit in the tall mirror in front of him. He had gotten a little bigger, so his arms tightened, making the clothes stick onto him a bit tighter than normal. "I forgot how to tie this." He fiddled with the tie he had draped over his neck, playing around with it dumbly. Although it had become somewhat of a fitted suit; it was in great condition, the entire thing being a sleek black with white highlights as well as his white, almost translucent dress shirt peeking through the jacket. "Come on..."
"Fine..." Jonghyun carefully tip-toed from behind the wall, standing in the navy-pressed suit that Key had graciously gifted him. His hair was still brushed back, highlighting the small freckles on his face. He paired them with a nice set of dress shoes, fidgeting and pulling at his jacket to adjust it. It was a wonderful suit, of course. "Wow, Minho! You look good! I've never seen you dress up before." Minho felt a smile rise to his face upon seeing Jonghyun's eyes brighten, walking over to him as if he forgot he was ever wearing the suit in the first place.
"You like it?" he asked, extending an elbow out and then extending his arm out to reveal his suit. "It's a bit old."
"Well, then, you look timeless," Jonghyun said with a smile, playfully slapping him on the bicep. "My hair looks bad. I don't know what to do... Should I put gel in it or something? Is that what the kids do?"
"Please don't," Minho told him, eliciting a laugh from the older boy. "I like your hair how it is now." He reached a hand out to ruffle up Jonghyun's hair, causing him to whine in response.
"Stop messing it up," he whined. He gestured to the undone tie: "Minho—tie this already."
"I forgot how," he admitted quietly, causing Jonghyun to sigh in response. "My mom always did it for me! I never learned, actually. It doesn't really matter, though; I never wear them. Why should I know how to tie a tie?"
"Everyone should," Jonghyun murmured, shaking his head in disapproval. "You're annoying; come here." Jonghyun reached out to take both ends of the tie and crossed them across his neck, making Minho cough.
"You're choking me!" he exclaimed. "I'm not a tie expert, but this is not how you're supposed to do it."
"I wanna make a bow," Jonghyun said with a laugh, flattening out the ends again, "but I guess that's not exactly complimentary." He chuckled to himself as he pulled Minho forward again by the ends of either side of the tie, narrowing his eyes as he looped the tie through and through again. "Should I make it really tight so you're slowly approaching your impending death?"
"Jesus Christ," Minho said. "When did you become so sadistic? Must be all that time you spend with Key; he's a bad influence, y'know. Actually—you need to stop learning new words entirely."
"How am I gonna get citizenship if I don't learn all of the English language?" he inquired, giving the tie another pull before placing it back down on Minho's chest. "Look at you! So dashing."
"I don't think sadist is one of the words you need to know," Minho told him, causing him to laugh. "If anything, that's the last thing you need."
"Teach me a new one, then."
"Supercalifragilisticexpialadocious." Jonghyun blinked a few times.
"Come again?" Minho erupted into laughter, setting a hand on Jonghyun's shoulder. "Minho! I'm trying, okay?" He frowned, his lips pouting sadly as he tilted his head. Minho smiled at his cuteness, shaking his head.
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FanficSociety in the late 60s was divided half and half: Socs and Greasers. Jonghyun moved in suddenly to Tulsa, finding himself in the smack middle of a culture war. He's frozen in time as he found himself making friends on both ends, creating tension so...