Dikachu, I Choose you! (a JongHo Fanfic)

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by Dyoptics

by Dyoptics

Minho was awfully lovey lately, and Jonghyun just figured out why. Though Minho was younger than Jonghyun, Minho was, without a doubt, the dominant one in the relationship.

Tagging along behind Jonghyun into the bedroom, Minho shut the door, and not but a brief moment later was he on top of the older man, pinning him against the bed. It first began with the softest brushing of lips, just barely touching one another. Slowly but surely, they made their way to a full-force make out. Minho was ravenously biting and nibbling on any part of Jonghyun he could get his teeth on, and meanwhile, Jonghyun struggled to be released from Minho’s powerful grasp to dominate him.

Minho let go of Jonghyun’s arms, only to pin him down by his slender waist. The younger man managed to wedge himself in between Jonghyun’s legs, perfectly positioning himself for entry. Well, except….

…they were both still clothed from the waist down. Grunting in frustration, he grasped Jonghyun by his hips and trusted him forward so he was on his knees before Minho. Like the master he is, Minho managed to undo Jonghyun’s belt buckle and pants button with one hand in a single go. Yanking the older man’s pants down only presented another obstacle.

Minho couldn’t hold back his laughter at his boyfriend’s clothing choices to begin with, but this just took it to a whole new level. Pulling down Jonghyun’s pants just revealed his love for Pokémon… wearing pokeball boxer-shorts.

“I am so sorry Jonghyun,” Minho laughed.

“Don’t you dare fucking do i-”

“DICK-A-CHU! I CHOOSE YOU!”

Minho busted into laughter and collapsed on the bed. Every time he thought he’d calmed down, he would look at Jonghyun and die laughing all over again. Eventually, Minho ended up laughing himself to sleep.

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Jonghyun woke up in the morning grumpy and befuddled. Following his morning routine, he trumped into the kitchen where he began to make breakfast for Minho and himself. Not long after, the devil himself showed up wrapped from the waist down in towel and steam.

“Good morning, Jonghyun.”

“Don’t talk to me, I’m mad at you.”

“Oh, what, for the thing last night?”

“Yeah.”

Minho laughed and wrapped his arms around the shorter man. “You know that I love you, right?”

“Yeah, yeah yeah.” Jonghyun sighed as Minho gently kissed his cheek and walked off into the bedroom.