Addicted (9/16)
Chapter rating: PG-13/R
Pairing: Onew-centric, one-sided!Joon/Onew, eventual Onew/Minho.
Chapter word count: 3410
Genre: Angst, later romance.
Summary: "Jinki has a pathological need to have someone, or multiple people between his legs, and generally inside of him." Fill fo this rompt in the OnHo fic meme.
Warnings: Mentions of rape/non-con, language, and just general fucked-up-ness.
He's surprised to wake up the next morning in his own bed. He doesn't remember falling asleep there. Or coming home. In fact, the last thing he remembers is—
He cries out as he tries to sit up and the door flies open. He stares in confusion at the figure that rushes towards him. "You don't live here," he blurts.
Minho stops in his tracks, blinks, and spins on his heel, walking right back out. Taemin passes the therapist in the hall outside Jinki's room and they exchange a flurry of eyebrow telegraphs, but Jinki's never been very good at reading those, so he lets it be for now.
"Hey," his brother whispers softly.
"Why is Minho here?" His voice comes out angrier than he intended.
Taemin looks surprised. "He's your friend, isn't he? He was concerned about you. And he...you know."
There it is again, that word. Friend. If Jinki knew what he would be getting into with all of this "friend" business, he might've left well enough alone. Changsun is his friend but wants to be more; Minho is his friend but...
But what?
Something brushes against his hand and he instinctively pulls away. Taemin sighs and runs his fingers through his hair. There are dark circles under his eyes. My fault. Again. It's always my fault.
It's not your fault you were—
He doesn't want to hear the word. He focuses on what Taemin is saying instead.
"Uh, hyung, what...what happened last night? Minho-hyung said he found you...out. At the, um, Hill." The younger man's eyebrows furrow. Jinki knows what he wants to ask, what he's afraid of hearing.
"I went on a date last night. I left you a note."
"What?" His brother looks startled and then pissed. "Then the guy—"
"No. Changsun's a good person."
"Your friend from work?"
"Yeah. He asked me out. I said yes."
"Did you...do you like him?"
"Not like that."
"So why'd you go?"
Jinki looks down at his hands and snorts. Why does he do anything? It never turns out right. "I thought I was supposed to."
This time when Taemin tries to touch him, he's ready for it so he doesn't flinch. "You know it doesn't work like that, right?" the younger man asks gently.
"I'm still learning."
Taemin smiles and kisses his brother on the forehead. "Key made breakfast. Want me to bring it in here?"
"Please." Jinki doesn't know if he can handle a family reunion right now. Or if he's capable of the range of motion getting out of bed and going to the kitchen would entail.
He enjoys the big American breakfast placed in front of him with gusto—he hadn't realized he was so hungry—and tries to ignore the strained conversation he can hear emanating from the kitchen. He knows it's about him, about last night, but he'd rather live in this cocoon he's created for himself with warm food, warm blankets, and a comfy bed. He'll worry about everything else later.
