Addicted (11/16)
Chapter rating: PG-13
Pairing: Onew-centric, eventual Onew/Minho.
Chapter word count: 3053
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.
He leaves the blankets on his bed and goes out to the kitchen. He can hear Taemin and Key discussing something, speaking in a way they never speak to him.
"You're a masochist," Taemin says, punctuating his statement with a sarcastic laugh. Jinki almost doesn't recognize his brother's voice. It sounds so much harsher than he's used to.
"You're sick." Key hisses out the words like a wet cat.
"Hyung, please."
"I know you don't approve, Key—"
"Is that even fucking allowed? Do you crush on all of your patients? Or just the really fucked up ones?" What?
"I didn't have a crush on you, did I?"
It's deadly quiet.
"Key, I didn't—"
"Go fuck yourself." Jinki hears the screech of a chair being pushed back from the table and footsteps coming towards him. He sees the tell-tale shine in Key's eyes as the younger man bumps into him. "Oh. Hyung."
"Are you okay?" He reaches out to—hug the younger man? Wipe away his tears?—but Key brushes past him for the bathroom and leaves him alone in the hallway.
"Hyung?" Taemin calls from the kitchen, voice warmer now that his brother is present.
"Maybe you should go check on Kibum-ah," Jinki suggests in a voice that makes it more of a command.
The youngest man nods, leaving Jinki and Minho in the kitchen.
"How dare you?" He's surprised at how calm he sounds, how the question sounds like just that: A question.
Minho looks petrified, on the verge of tears. "Hyung, please listen to me, I never meant—"
"I don't think you understand just what he's been through, you degenerate person." The calm is gone now and he's practically shaking with rage. Key doesn't cry, he's never cried, not in front of Taemin, not in front of Jinki, never.
"—for it to—Wh-what?"
"Do not ever call anyone who lives in this house 'fucked up' ever again, or I will end you." He knows that Key doesn't technically live there anymore, but wherever he and Taemin are is Key's home too.
"I honestly didn't—"
"Ever."
"Of course. I'm sorry." Minho looks appropriately contrite and Jinki relaxes, murderous spirit ebbing.
"What the hell were you guys talking about anyways?"
The other man fiddles with his hands. "Oh, just, you know. This and that."
"It sounded weird."
Minho's gaze is roaming over the kitchen walls, the cabinets, the table, anything to keep his eyes off Jinki. "I'm not at liberty to discuss it."
"Why not?"
"Confidentiality, you know."
"Kibum was your patient?"
The other man sighs. "Yes. For a while."
"Why?"
"So many years of abuse really does a number on a person. As you can imagine."
