Addicted (13/16)
Chapter rating: PG
Pairing: Onew-centric, eventual Onew/Minho.
Chapter word count: 3629
Genre: Angst, fluff, 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.
He floats back to his apartment on cloud nine, happier than he can ever remember being. He hums as he unlocks the door, singing a few lines of a song their mother used to love when she still loved them, something he only does on the best of occasions—holidays, pleasant surprises.
His unusual behavior doesn't go unnoticed by Taemin, who is hiding his mirth behind a book on programming, something he likes to pull out for "light reading" when he's bored. "You're home late. Good day, hyung?"
He pauses in the middle of unwinding his scarf from his neck. Should he tell? Should he wait? He smiles at his brother and shrugs noncommittally. He's on his way to pour a glass of milk when the kitchen phone rings. He glances back at the younger man on the couch, shifting to slide his cell back in his pocket. Jinki braces himself. "Hello?"
He holds the phone away from his ear as Key rapidly spouts half-finished phrases of excitement and exasperation along the lines of "why didn't you tell me?"
"There's nothing to tell!"
"You—" Something on the other side catches Key's attention because he's hear a distant "Oh good, you're here!" and someone's, most likely Minho's (Minho, Jinki's sentimental side gushes), muffled voice answering. "Tell me everything."
"Who are you talking to?"
"Both of you."
"What was that, Taeminnie? Good idea!" he calls to Taemin on the couch. The young man snorts and turns the page, unwilling to assist in the charade. "Sorry, Kibum-ah, got to go."
"What? Hyung, you are so—"
He hangs up before Key can tell him exactly what he so is.
"What did Key-hyung want?"
"You should know, considering you told him to call, you little traitor."
Taemin smiles innocently and scribbles something down in the notebook balanced on the arm of the couch. "I have no idea what you're talking about. I'm offended you would think so little of me."
"Oh, whatever."
"So what happened? It's almost eight."
"Is it? Sorry."
Taemin smiles at him. "Don't be sorry. I'm not your jailer, hyung. I'm happy you're staying out."
"Thank—"
"With Minho." His smile turns wicked.
Jinki blushes and shuts his mouth. "I'll make dinner."
"But it's my turn. Come on, don't you want to make dinner together?" Taemin bats his eyelashes.
"Nothing happened, so don't even start." He opens the fridge and pulls out some vegetables that still look fresh enough to eat.
He jumps when Taemin unexpectedly hugs him around the waist. "I'm happy for you."
"Nothing—"
"Even if nothing happened or you don't want to talk about it. I'm happy something's going right for you." The unsaid finally, Taemin's relief that his brother is no longer a victim of fate, weighs on Jinki's shoulders.
"I'm sorry."
"For what?" Taemin pulls away, suspicion clouding the warmth in his face. "You were with Minho, right?"
