Tight Leather

4: Such a Peach

[Alright you gays, here's chapter 4.

Taemin looking like a peach, uwu.]

Jonghyun's POV:

This Taemin guy is really soft. I only touched his wrist, but it felt like I was holding a peach. His cheeks look like marshmallow and he's got a button nose. Has this man even hit puberty? I think it's more like he slightly tapped puberty on the shoulder and asked if it wanted to hop on into his body.

I'm sure that he's not going to bother me though. I don't go around threatening people but he sounds like someone who won't listen, even if you've asked them around 100 times before. In no way am I hitting the damn boy, so this was the only option I could think of.

Thinking about it now, why was he so entranced by a picture of my sister and I? Maybe he thought she was my girlfriend, but then again, that make no sense because I've seen the image of him with his girlfriend on his phone. He has it as his lock screen, for Christ sake.

Just as I was about to get up from my bed and leave both my duvet and all the thoughts spinning in my mind, Minho slides into the room and clicks his fingers. "So where's this Taemin dude? I've checked downstairs and he's not there," he asked with his usual beaming smile. I point my finger towards the other side of the room, where Taemin is checking each draw in his bed side table.

"My brother!" [not brother as in related, brother as in homie] he yells, stepping towards him. He snakes his arms around Taemin's back and torso, hugging him from behind. I noticed that Taemin didn't freeze up when Minho hugged him suddenly, making me wonder if my threat had had any impact. He didn't seem shaken up in the slightest.

"I'm going to get some lunch," I sigh, grabbing my jacket and moving towards the door. Just before I get there, Minho's hand presses into the wall, blocking my way out.

"Jjong, pretty please could you get me a chicken burger. I'm craving one." He pouts. I could hear Taemin quietly laughing in the background. I was originally going to pick up some Chinese food from down the road, but I got the feeling Minho wasn't going to give in.

"Fine. Where's your wallet?" I ask, rolling my eyes. He looks at me with sadness, just as if his pet fish had died.

"I spent it all on your birthday presents," he whispers, looking down at the floor.

"My birthday is over two months away. Nice try, Minho,"

"I had to order it in. It should be here by the middle of March," he pipes up, shaking his entire body on the spot, just like toddlers do when they want a new toy. I can't believe he's ordered something that's going to take 45 days to arrive. Sighing once more, I nod and make an 'okay' symbol with my hand. "Can you make it two chicken burgers? I'm feeling extra hungry today!"

After almost stuffing Minho into Taemin's empty wardrobe and locking him in there, I got everyone's lunch. If I was already getting for two, I might as well order for the five of us together. Plus, I really wanted a beef burger, more than I wanted Chinese food. At least at this moment in time I did.

There wasn't much of a queue in the restaurant, so I only had to wait 25 minutes for them to cook the food. I'd made sure not to draw attention to myself, since I wasn't sure if anyone had watched us on TV. We'd only been on TV once, since our song and music video haven't actually been properly recorded yet, let alone released. It was only a month away though; I'm pretty sure it's the 1st March.

Returning with the food, I noticed that the table had been set up. There was a single golden cloth under every place mat, which in turn was under every plate. There were long flowers on the table and these flowers were surrounded by tiny candles. "What is this?" I ask, as Taemin popped out from under the table, a single flower in his left hand.