Title: Why Jonghyun Sometimes Wishes That Key Wasn’t an Artist
Genre(s): humor, implied smut
Word Count: 418
Summary: Erotic pictures have never been so complicated.
“That picture you sent me last night,” Key began, looking at Jonghyun over the table.
“Yeah?” Jonghyun smirked, thinking back to the night before when Key had been out at a schedule and Jonghyun sent him sexy text messages just to torture him.
“It was really nice aesthetically.”
“Huh?” Jonghyun paused, the words out of Key’s mouth not what he was expecting at all.
“The framing was really effective,” Key explained calmly, continuing to sort the mail, “It was a good shot.”
“I took it on my phone,” Jonghyun deadpanned, staring at the younger boy like he was insane.
“I know,” Key nodded, “That makes it even more impressive.”
“Key,” Jonghyun said firmly, making the other boy look up at him, “I just pointed my phone at my dick and took a picture. I wasn’t trying to be artsy or something.”
“Oh,” Key shrugged, “Well, it was really lucky then!”
Jonghyun just stared as Key continued to flip through the furniture catalogue in front of him. That was all he’d noticed? That it was framed
nicely? Who even says
things like that? Although, to be honest, he was probably less surprised than he should have been. Key would
say something like that.
“So…you only enjoyed the framing?” Jonghyun ventured, catching the other’s attention once again. Key smirked.
“Well, I may have enjoyed the content a bit too.”
Jonghyun grinned at that, feeling a bit prideful.
“I have a schedule tonight…care to return the favor?”
“Maybe,” Key smiled, feline eyes dark with promise.
--- Key, I thought you said you were going to send me a picture a half hour ago
. Jonghyun sighed, stuffing his phone back in his pocket and trying to pay attention to what his manager was telling him.
His phone buzzed. I’m working on it
, was the reply. Just take a picture! I don’t like the lighting in the bathroom.
Jonghyun fought against the urge to hit his head against the nearest wall. It doesn’t matter. I don’t care. Just take a picture and send it to me. I want to see you~ I care! Hold on.
Jonghyun sighed again and set his phone down. Maybe if he stopped bugging him, Key would get to it faster. But fifteen minutes later, his patience was waning. Key, what are you doing? I’m just going to change my shirt first. I think green will look better.
Jonghyun dropped his phone into his bag and cradled his head in his hands. Maybe this was a bad idea after all.