Addicted (12/16)
Chapter rating: PG
Pairing: Onew-centric, eventual Onew/Minho.
Chapter word count: 3863
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: None.
Taemin tells Jinki he's staying late again at work, and so Key comes over to their apartment, bringing an insane amount of energy with him as flies through the door.
"Wow, hyung, like, I knew you were oblivious, but I didn't think you were an idiot."
"It's kind of hard to know what's going on when no one will tell you a damn thing."
"Yeah, but, like...wow."
"Do you want anything to drink?"
"Wine. Maybe if I'm drunk, you'll stop being so stupid."
"God, will you shut up?" He pulls a bottle of red from their fridge and opens it up, pouring some into a glass.
"Where are all your wineglasses?"
"You broke them, remember?"
"Are you telling me those god-awful dragon-stem wineglasses were the only ones you owned?"
Jinki frowns as he hands Key the cup. "Hey, I liked those. My boss gave them to me."
"Sounds like he was trying to get some."
The younger man slaps his hands over his mouth as soon as the words are out, but Jinki only rolls his eyes. "I am going to make you wear that drink."
Key takes a deep gulp and smacks his lips. "This is horrendous. Don't you know how to buy wine?"
"If I have good wine in my house then you'll drink it all."
"Fair enough." Key places his cup to the side and folds his hands. "First things first: What happened when you went to the café?"
"Uh, nothing. We drank some coffee and talked and then after an hour I went home."
"Okay, coolest story I've ever heard, but what happened?"
"Are you deaf? Nothing."
Key leans back. "Really? Nothing? Because Minho looked like a piece of work when he walked in, let me tell you."
"What? Why?"
"You tell me." Key takes another sip.
"I don't know. We just talked."
"Then why'd you leave after an hour if you were having such a stellar time?"
Jinki pours himself a cup of wine so he can delay his answer.
"Hello? Earth to Jinki-hyung?"
"I don't want to talk about it."
"This is the price of information. Now spill."
"I-I messed it up."
"How?"
"I just—All I—I asked if it-if it was a date."
The way Key immediately perks up scares him. "And? What'd he say?"
"He didn't say anything. He just got really quiet."
Key scoffs. "God, he's such a moron."
"So I punched him in the shoulder and said it was a joke."
Key spits out the mouthful of wine he'd been about to swallow.
"I gave that to you so you could drink it, not shower me with it."
