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Jonghyun/Minho; Handsome Minho; PG
Hey whats up its me, and by me its my friend zoe who is posting this for me everyone say hi zoe
gymnastics au where its cute and gay and key is there
Someone else very tall, and very buff, and very handsome. Jonghyun almost trips over his own two feet looking at them and then immediately diverts his course to walk himself right over there. Wow. Suddenly he doesn’t know why he was so hesitant to come here.
Jonghyun grimaces, just a little bit, when he follows Kibum into his gymnastics gym. He wasn’t sure he liked the idea when Kibum suggested it and he’s still not sure if he likes it now. He’s used to doing his gymnastics through casual cheerleading; jumps and flips and spins and being able to have fun, to smile and dance and do some improv and not have to take things so seriously. He’s sure that there are plenty of gymnasts out there that go for that style as well, but the ones in here seem to be…not that sort.
They all look like serious competitive types, from the people stretching that greet Kibum as he heads to the lockers to the people practising vaults over to the side and even the small group of kids swinging on the bars in the back. Jonghyun rubs the back of his neck uncomfortably, trying not to draw attention to himself as he walks over to the lockers as well. He just wants to lift some weights, do some flips, maybe have a nice float in the foam pit, and chill. He doesn’t know if he’ll be able to do that with all of these focused, intent gymnasts around trying to get actual practise done.
But Kibum brought him here. Kibum listened to him whine about missing cheerleading since he quit his squad years ago and invited him along to get a nostalgia workout in out of the goodness of his heart. Jonghyun can at least try to have some fun for his friend. He leans up on the metal next to Kibum as he fiddles with his lock and lightly kicks his leg to get his attention.
“Thanks for bringing me with you,” he says. Kibum smiles back and tosses his jacket inside.
“No problem,” he signs once his hands are free. “You can just go do whatever,” he adds. He waves a hand blandly over the whole gym. “I’m gonna catch up with my friends first.”
“Oh, yeah, okay,” Jonghyun says, nodding. Nice. He hates being introduced and he loves being able to just go do stuff on his own. He pulls his bag off of his shoulder and stuffs it into Kibum’s locker, then wiggles out of his loose t-shirt so he’s just wearing the black tank top underneath. As he leans closer to Kibum to put that in the locker as well, he also pecks the tiniest, cutiest kiss to his cheek just to make him roll his eyes.
“Later,” he smiles, and jogs out into the gym. He feels like he should just take a walkaround first, just to get to know where everything is so he isn't wandering around like a lost asshole later. He stretches his arms lazily as he circles the gym. Vaults, balance beams, hoops, floor, weights, blah blah blah. He’s glancing over the kids on the bars in the corner to register that in his mind as well when he spots something that makes him forget everything else.
Or, rather, someone else. Someone else very tall, and very buff, and very handsome. Jonghyun almost trips over his own two feet looking at them and then immediately diverts his course to walk himself right over there. Wow. Suddenly he doesn’t know why he was so hesitant to come here.
The closer he gets the more handsome they get; by the time Jonghyun reaches the bars he’s already blushing a little bit and biting a smile and all he’s seen is their side profile. It’s a real nice profile. Their eyes are big enough to write songs about, and their upper lip is a tiny bit bigger than their lower and should be adorable to kiss, and their jawline is sharp and square like it would fit perfectly in Jonghyun’s hands, and--
“Gosh, fu—frick,” Jonghyun whispers, censoring himself around the kids just in time before he puts his face in his hands in an effort to not blush too much before he even says hi. He’s so weak for tall cute babes. He carefully scoots himself around the group of kids sitting and standing around waiting for someone to finish trying a trick and shuffles right up next to the tall handsome babe that he’s already fallen for.
They’re very intent on watching the kid on the bars do a simple set of swings and twists. The other two adults standing around are focused too, one on another kid on another set of bars and the other on talking to the rest of the kids. Jonghyun assumes that that one is the coach and that tall handsome babe is maybe an assistant coach or an invested parent or something. He watches one of the kids do a nicely practised dismount, waits for the babe to praise them and give them a high five, and then scoots a tiny bit closer before the next kid comes up and makes his move.
“Hey,” he says casually, leaning just enough forward to let them see him without having to really turn. He smiles wide and charming when they glance at him with those lovely brown eyes. “I’m Jonghyun,” he says, “I’m kinda new around here. Kibum brought me.” He doesn’t know if this tall babe knows his friend, but from his experience, Kibum knows every babe everywhere and it’s safe to assume.
“Oh, hi,” they reply with a little polite smile of their own. “I’m Minho. Uh—should I know a Kibum?” they ask, and damn, Jonghyun thinks. Bad start. Babe Minho also focuses on a new kid that stands in front of the bars and dusts chalk on their hands instead of him, but Jonghyun really can’t hold that one against them. He ruffles one hand casually through his hair so Minho can see from the corner of their eye.
“Mmm, maybe,” he says. Maybe he’ll get lucky and Minho just doesn’t know Kibum by name. “Rainbow hair, real flirty, Deaf,” he lists, signing “big gay baby” with lazy hands as an extra descriptor just to make himself smile. Minho keeps their eyes focused on the kid swinging to get momentum, but they also gasp softly and nod, pointing knowingly at Jonghyun with one finger.
“Eyebrow scar,” they say, lifting their finger now to tap their own right brow. Jonghyun smiles and nods.
“That’s the one,” he confirms. He’ll have to tell Kibum that his scar is how Minho knows him later. He’s finally gained confidence with it; the news will make him feel fuzzy and warm. “I used to be on a cheerleading squad and I told him I missed doing gymnastics so he brought me here so I can get a workout in,” he says. He tries to say something else, something flirty, but he wasn't prepared to be assailed by a hot babe so suddenly and in front of so many kids and nothing appropriate or witty enough comes to mind, so he just closes his mouth and purses his lips and rocks himself backward and forward on his toes.
“Neat,” babe Minho says absently. Jonghyun scrunches up his face, stomping his foot the tiniest amount he can to not be noticed in his frustration. This is going so bad. He’s never going to smooch babe Minho at this rate. “Is cheerleading really that similar?” Minho asks.
“Oh!” Jonghyun says loudly. Too loudly, probably, because a couple of the kids glanced over at him, but he doesn't care and just latches on to the fact that Minho is furthering the conversation on their own. “Kind of,” he says. “It's like if you only did floor and there was a lot more teamwork and chanting involved.”
“Yeah, that makes sense,” Minho says. Their voice is dismissive, but their cute lips hold a smile, so Jonghyun isn't to put off by it. What he is put off by is how extremely dedicated and a focused babe Minho is on the kid going through their routine on the bars. Maybe he should come back later when they're not working and are more open to be flirted with. He rubs his hand over his undercut, stimming awkwardly with the short little hairs for a moment, before he decides to try at least one more time for now.
“So,” he starts. “What is it exactly that you do around—”
He doesn't finish because at that moment, the kid on the bars fumbles and babe Minho rockets forward on to the mat. The kid slips and falls and before they even come within a couple feet of actually hitting the mat, Minho catches them in their arms and scoops them up safely before setting them down gently on their feet. Jonghyun gets a little winded just from how fast all of that was. Oh.
Minho smiles encouragingly at the kid, fixes the collar of their leotard, and says some small words of comfort before ushering them off to talk to their coach. When they straighten up a second later, they turn to Jonghyun with a lazy smile.
“I spot,” they say. Jonghyun nods vaguely. They sure do. Now that it's over and he's had some time to process the little event, Jonghyun finds his brain replaying the exact way Minho’s arm muscles tensed and flexed as they caught that kid. That was. Real nice. Real attractive. He shakes his head quickly to clear it and then lifts one hand up to tap gently, playfully, on his own cheek.
“Do you spot for, like, just these kids,” he asks, “or can I look forward to falling into your arms sometime soon too?” Minho laughs and, for the first time, turns to look at him fully, glancing him up and down.
“Well,” he says. “Practice ends in half an hour, but if you were still around I might stay late for once.” Jonghyun’s own smile brightens until he knows it's taking up his whole face. Bringing him here was the best idea Kibum has ever had.
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wtfock s3e9 gave me a headache..... review
- europeans really do have the STRENGTH to bike around a whole city my legs would not do that
- they wrapped sander in tin foil like a gas station hot dog
- why does britt think pushing/hitting boys is okay???
- memorizing bowie lyrics would take a long time he definitely wasn’t manic wtf is she talking about
- HES NOT YOUR BOYFRIEND HE BROKE UP WITH YOU WHAT
- robbe hasn’t cried this whole season has he
- milan literally never talks about himself all he does is help others :’)
- I CANT BELIEVE MILAN WAS ABOUT TO GIVE GOOD ADVICE AND THEN TOOK IT BACK GAAHHHHJAJJAJSJ
- zoe is A MOTHER
- hi welcome to my desktop background of My Own Face
- sander has his phone??? in inpatient treatment??
- omg britt is SO STRONG for controlling her mentally ill boyfriend... what a QUEEN
- everyone hugging robbe As They Should
- i’m still confused how sander has his phone
- PLEASE don’t tell me they’re gonna give moyo the magnus speech P L E A S E
- okay bold choice ig
- NO no NONONONONOOOO they did NOT give him the minute by minute speech NO...... my dumb ass thought they were gonna give it to��robbe’s mom :/
- moyo had a sudden burst of character development out of nowhere
- robbe sure does have a pattern of saying things and then taking them back
- i HATE the way he just... walked off his bed??
- hey dad i’m gay AHAHA PRANKED
- this dude has been through Too Much
- robbe’s like: me? masturbate??????? in front of god jesus and the holy spirit??? NOPE!
- YASMINA !!!!! EEEEEEE
- britt stop walking around with that face
- yasmina is so Nice and Pretty and Smart and
- “do you know something about amber” luca should have just been like Nah I Don’t Know Anything About Amber
- how deep can aaron dig a hole? he is literally at the core of the earth
- i’m going to yeet myself into another fucking dimension if zoe and senne don’t stop fighting
- the way they say “asshole” sounds like “ankle”... it sounded like zoe just angrily said “fucking ankle!”
- PAUSE WAIT HAHAHAH wait. what happened to the whole hate crime thing?? i just realized it’s been like two episodes since they’ve even mentioned it and nothing has been resolved
- i’m sure this was intentional but... sometimes the lighting makes robbe literally look dead
- NO HES NOT RIGHT HE NOT RIGHT SANDER SHUT UP SHUT UPPPPP
- robbe just wants to bike away from all of his problems huh
- lit rally. . . what the fuck is happening why do they keep ending episodes like this that is So Unsexy Of Them
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