Addicted (10/16)
Chapter rating: NC-17
Pairing: Onew-centric, side!Joon/Mir, eventual Onew/Minho.
Chapter word count: 3932
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 for this prompt in the OnHo fic meme.
Warnings: Language and just general fucked-up-ness.
Like before, Jinki thinks about Minho's words and how to follow the set of directions he's been given. And he generally thinks about Minho. He has a feeling that somewhere along the way, they got lost, mixed up, turned around, and now they're on a completely different path than the one they should be following. He wonders if anyone else can tell or if it's all in his head, the same as everything else.
Things return to normal at work and he falls back into his usual superstar Lee Jinki character. Luna is speaking to him again and Changsun behaves the way he used to, although Jinki can sometimes see the way their proximity hurts the other man and so he tries to set boundaries, reminders that they are friends and only friends. He's happy—and, to be honest, slightly relieved—when Changsun finds a new object for his affections, one of Luna's accountant "contacts" as she calls them, gossip radars strategically placed in each department. Cheolyong, Changsun's new boyfriend, joins them on a couple of group outings, and Jinki begins to see what Minho means.
"Most relationships don't end up that way... It doesn't have to end in abuse. Or start with it. Or involve it in any way."
The two men are happy together and Jinki gives them his sincerest best wishes. One of the things racing around his head has been put completely to rest.
The hardest part of recovery though is the way a relapse will sneak up on him, hiding nearby and pouncing when he least expects it. His boss, who he hasn't seen in a while, is standing next to his desk when he gets out of the elevator. He feels a cold weight settle in his stomach. What'd you screw up now, you useless little bitch?
He bites the inside of his cheek and strides up to his boss as confidently as he can. "Good morning, sir."
It is, apparently, not a very good morning for his superior judging by the expression on the man's face. "Morning, Jinki-ssi."
"Is something wrong, sir?"
"I was just wondering if you had finished the Beom report yet."
His sense of self-worth, such a delicately constructed house of cards, comes crashing down. His boss is asking about the Beom report. The Beom report that was due last week. He's never missed turning something in before. What the fuck is wrong with you?
"Sir, I—" He's not sure where that sentence was going to go—he's not one to make excuses—but he's cut off by his boss's hand. He's never appreciated the other man's hands before, how strong they look, how wide each finger is. He's filled with a sudden rush of desire for them to be raking down his back, shoved roughly inside him and splitting him open—
"Relate sex to positive things."
That's right, deep breaths.
"—and you've been such a loyal employee that I can let it slide this once, but please, Jinki-ssi, don't let it happen again?" His boss looks like a lonely puppy and not the department head of a multibillion dollar company as he waits for an answer.
He bows deeply, remorse and the after-effects of his minor panic attack rushing through his bloodstream. "Thank you so much, sajang-nim. I'm so very sorry. I can assure you this won't ever happen again."
His boss claps one of those solid hands on his shoulder. "Good to hear. Do good work today."
"Yes, sir. Thank you, sir." As soon as his boss is gone, he drops his briefcase on his desk and runs off to find some relief.
