Addicted (14/16)
Chapter rating: PG-13
Pairing: Onew-centric, eventual Onew/Minho.
Chapter word count: 2363
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.
Their relationship seems to have hit its stride and they start to do things "normal" couples would do, the things Jinki's seen in his romantic movies and imagined one day doing himself, if he ever found anyone who would have him. One afternoon he receives a text asking if he wouldn't mind meeting at Key and Minho's apartment instead of the coffee shop. Minho never uses the word "surprise," but the message implies that's what's waiting for him, and he's certainly surprised when he opens the door to see Minho in casual clothes that fit just as nicely, if not better than, the button-down and slacks he usually wears, gesturing to a table set with a feast and lit by a few candles, a single rose in a vase in the middle. He's stunned for a moment—so much for them? For him?—by the sight.
"I thought maybe you'd like to...to have a 'real' date."
"Thank you."
Minho chuckles. "Don't get too excited. Key helped."
"Oh god."
"What?"
"Now I'm never going to hear the end of it."
The atmosphere is relaxed and comfortable. Even though he doesn't spend a third as much time in Key's house as Key does in his, it's still familiar, it still feels safe, and he's not worried about expectations, free to enjoy the food and soothing music and Minho's company.
"This is better than being in a restaurant," he remarks as they finish eating.
"Oh?"
"I didn't have to get all dressed up." Jinki bites his lip, but he wants to say it. He wants to say so much, but he can start with something small. "And it's just the two of us," he finishes in a whisper.
Minho almost knocks his glass over. "I-I'm glad you, um, you like it. I—I asked Key what kind of food you liked, so—"
"It's great. Thank you."
They both smile at the tablecloth, too embarrassed to look at each other.
When Jinki gets home, the two younger men pounce.
"How was it?"
"What'd you do?"
"Was the food good?"
"He didn't... It was okay? Right?"
"We watched a movie."
"Did you guys, like, cuddle or whatever?" Their eyes light up as Jinki turns pale pink, far too interested in folding his jacket just right.
"You so did, didn't you?"
Jinki groans. "You guys..."
"So you didn't?"
"What? Then what happened?"
"Nothing!" Jinki pours himself a glass of milk. "It was...nice. Now shoo. I need a shower."
"He needs a shower."
Key and Taemin softly repeat the phrase like they're deciphering some sort of code. It seems like they've got it because Taemin shrieks, "I thought you said nothing happened!"
"It's true! What are you even...?" He realizes the conclusion the other two have leapt to. "LEE TAEMIN."
The youngest scurries off, ducking and weaving through their apartment to finally hide in his room.
