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Ontae - Light Me Up

In which Taemin has nowhere to sleep so he turns to the closest thing he has to a friend; Lee Jinki.

Contains (brief) smut
Word count: 4,5K

My hand hesitated on the doorbell. He was my best, and only, option. I heard the ring coming from inside the house as I pressed in on the small button. My heart beat fast, unsure of the reaction I would be met with. It was hard to tell with Jinki, but I knew I was very obviously obsessed with him. I knew that he rolled his eyes at me on a daily basis. I knew he called me clingy to his friends. I knew he only really found good use of me when he needed a light for his cigarette. I knew I was just some stupid kid chasing him around, but I couldn't help it. I had no one and I was drawn to Jinki. I wanted him. Being as alone as I was, I didn't hide that fact.

A pair of eyes met my own as the door had swung open. He wore his usual jeans and a zipper hoodie over a t-shirt with a print of an alarm clock showing the time 4:20 on it. Only one thing was different from his normal appearance. He wore a pair of thin, round glasses. They were large and dorky. It almost made me smile but I held it in, knowing that he would most likely send me away if I had any sort of reaction to them.

"You?" Jinki looked confused at me, standing by his door at twelve past midnight on a Wednesday with a backpack thrown over one shoulder, a busted lip and a temple so blue that there was no hiding the fact that I had been socked not more than an hour ago.

"Uhm... Sorry. I- I was thrown out. I don't know where to go and I thought maybe... But." I looked down at my old converse. They were torn and dusty. I looked up at the sound of a sigh leaving Jinki's mouth. He stepped to the side, gesturing for me to come inside and closed the door behind me. The familiar scent of Jinki's favourite cigarettes hit me. I stood in place, afraid to get thrown out for doing something wrong. I cautiously looked around at the small room, having only seen his flat from the outside. "Thank you."

"Yeah, yeah just come on inside." He walked further into the living room and I followed. There was a small kitchen in one corner of the room and only two doors.

"Bathroom's through there if you need it. That's my room but you have no business in there." I nodded as I looked around his small flat. It was a lot tidier than I had expected. There was a small mess here and there but nothing major. He slouched himself back down on his sofa where I imagined he had been sitting before I disturbed him. "Your parents did that?" He asked, pointing to my bruised face.

"Well, as you've seen they aren't exactly gentle with me." I gulped, remembering the time they had walked past as I lit a cigarette for Jinki. Their reactions hadn't been pretty. I remembered Jinki's face as I was dragged away by the head, being scolded for smoking with the older boys. It had probably just been my tattooed heart playing tricks on my fogged up mind, but I was certain I saw a hint of sadness in his eyes.

"You gonna stand there all night?" I shook my head, walking over to the sofa, placing my backpack next to me. "Your parents aren't fucking around with those hits. Your lip's fucked."

"It's not exactly done out of love." He ignored my salty comment and leant forward to give it a closer look. He wasn't much closer than my arm could reach and yet my heart skipped a couple of beats from the intensity of which he stared.

"Since you're here I might as well get you some ice or that ain't gonna be looking pretty tomorrow." He stood up and walked over to his freezer, leaving me in a state of shock. Not once had I experienced the caring side of Jinki, heck, I didn't know there was one. He came back with ice stuffed in a worn kitchen towel. I looked at his stretched out hand that held the towel. It took me a moment before I had gathered myself enough to take it from him.