summary: minho has to deal with the pain of his brother's silenceloosely based off of the story of Loki having his lips sewn shut after trying to cheat a dwarf
disclaimer: SHINee does not belong to me. neither does Thor.
“Brother,” Minho whispered brokenly, his fingers gripping the bars tightly. His heart broke at the sight of his once great brother, now reduced to a shadow of his former self, bound and gagged in a prison, stripped of his magic.
If Jonghyun had heard his whisper, he made no sign to acknowledge it. He made no sound, and continued to stare blankly at his bound wrists. Of course Minho knew that making any sort of sound was impossible. The sorcerers had made sure of that. He winced at the mass of dried blood coating his brothers robes and face. He should have never let them touch him.
Jonghyun. The prince with a voice of liquid gold. No other voice could even hope of matching up to his. Unfortunately Jonghyun knew this, and frequently used it to his advantage. After trying to cheat his way out of a bet with an elf, the enraged elf had had enough of his useless words, and had sewn his lips shut together. Due to the fragile relationship between them and the elves, their father had agreed to punish Jonghyun appropriately.
A month of silence. That was his punishment. And Minho was expected to just simply sit by for a month without being able to hear his brothers voice.
Minho thought this unfair. It was more of a punishment for him than it was for Jonghyun.
He shook his head. What was he thinking? Jonghyun’s voice was his strength. Of course this was worse for him.
As Jonghyun continued to studiously ignore him, Minho sighed.
“Farewell, brother,” Minho breathed. “I shall return tomorrow to see you.” Ignoring the sting in his heart, and with one last glance at his beloved brother, he left.
Disclaimer: the picture does not belong to me, and nor does SHINee.
Minho violently wrenched Jonghyun’s thighs apart so he could stand in between them.
“Is that what you want?” He hissed raggedly into Jonghyun’s ear. “For your thighs to be clenched tight around my hips while I ram my cock into you? For me to pin your arms over your head while I fuck you relentlessly? Or,” Minho roughly gripped the hair on the back of Jonghyun’s head and dragged him up off the bed, “or do you want the opposite?” he breathed hotly against Jonghyun’s ear.
Jonghyun’s only response was a pained whimper. Minho’s grip tightened in his hair.
“Tell me, Jonghyun. Tell me what you want.”
Jonghyun reached up to twine his own hands in Minho’s hair, before leaning in to place a hot, wet lick across Minho’s parted lips.
“Everything,” he breathed into Minho’s open mouth.
- Current Music:one more night
Very strange things happen in my sleep :/
- Current Location:United Kingdom, Rainham
- Current Mood: sleepy