What is love #18 & #19
Title: What is love
Author: argh
Part: 18 & 19 of 26(ish)
Rating: PG-13-PG-15 for now
Word count: 5,463
Pairing: Onew/Minho, Taemin/Kibum
Summary: Jinki loves working in this cafe, until a particular person begins to frequent it, and the person that Jinki tried so hard to get over. University!AU. I suck at summaries ;_;
Warnings: long never-ending fic XD (around 75k).
Notes: This was my nanowrimo fic back in 2010!
Dedications: written entirely for ryukilla no matter what she thinks.
Previous parts: one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven, twelve, thirteen, fourteen, fifteen, sixteen, seventeen,
Note: Man I abandoned this fic majorly :( oops. I'll post the rest now...
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Jinki opened the front door, blinking as he stepped into the apartment, he bit down into his lip feeling nervous as Minho followed him into the apartment. Jinki felt so incredibly happy as he glanced down at their shoes, lined up neatly next to each other, it filled him with warmth to see that. He shyly glanced up at Minho, about to say something when Kibum appeared with a huge smile.
“Oh Jinki-hyung, I am so sorry!” Kibum apologised, pouting, “I went to talk to Taemin, and then when we went back into the hospital I was so shocked to hear you were discharged!” Kibum nodded his head firmly, “So I raced back here feeling terrible for not bringing you back.” He rambled away, until he noticed Jinki rubbing his temples as if he had a headache.
“It’s okay,” Minho grinned, “I was more than capable of taking care of him.” Minho grinned touching Jinki’s shoulder lightly, “In fact I was glad you weren’t around, I don’t mean that in a bad way,” he shrugged his shoulders elegantly. “It was just good to be able to take care of him, especially since he needed it.” Minho continued, and Kibum nodded his head in understanding.
“Yeah, Jinki-hyung can be pretty stubborn, but I think you’ll be great for him.” Kibum smiled, “I’m so glad everything worked out in the end,” Kibum smiled happily, “it’s fantastic.”
“Um, hello?”
Both Kibum and Minho turned frowning slightly, as they saw Jinki, standing there with his hands on his hips looking irritated. Kibum opened his mouth to ask what was up, but Jinki got in first.
“You know I’m right here, you don’t need to talk about me like I’m not.” He pouted, “It seems kind of rude.” He shrugged, “you could include me in the conversation, I mean you were, but by actually including me, not just talking about me.” Jinki pouted, feeling slightly offended that Minho was treating him this way, it made him worry and wonder if things would work out between them. Maybe he was right the first time that their feelings were no longer real, he shivered slightly and tried to push that thought out of his head.
“Sorry hyung,” Kibum apologised first, “I didn’t mean to, you know what I’m like.”
“I’m sorry Jinki-hyung, I didn’t mean to do that to you either.” Minho apologised second, but his tone and way he reached across to touch Jinki’s wrist lightly, made Jinki feel ten times better. “I guess it’s just because Kibum and I have been talking about you for a while now,” Minho nodded and smiled shyly, “he was the one who told me to go to that party.”
“Ohh I see,” Jinki frowned across at Kibum, “no wonder he insisted that I dress so neatly for the party, tsk I should’ve realised something was up!” He raised one eyebrow at Kibum, “but thank you for setting that up,” Jinki smiled warmly across at his roommate, “thank you Kibum, you’ve done nothing but be amazing and so supportive to me.” Jinki nodded his head warmly.
“Awww, thank you hyung, you’re too sweet.” Kibum grinned, looking so smug, “Anyway I should go out and give you two sometime alone?”
“Actually, I just came to drop Jinki-hyung home,” Minho sighed, “I have an assignment to finish, but hyung, can I take you out for dinner tomorrow night? I should finish it today, I hope.” Minho sighed heavily, “I hope I can get it done today.”
“Yeah but before you go, can I show you something?” Jinki asked tilting his head to one side, he sighed softly when Minho nodded his head. Jinki turned to face Kibum, “Kibum can you get that sweater, you know.” He ignored the way Kibum mouthed ‘that sweater?’ to him, and the way he frowned as if he thought it was a bad idea. “Yes, that sweater, please.”
Minho looked perplexed until Jinki handed him the sweater, and then he smiled, looking shocked that Jinki still had it. He spread it out and held it up in the air, laughing as he eyed the worn out, faded old sweater. He looked so happy, and Jinki knew it was right to give it back to him.
“Oh this thing,” Minho laughed that rich deep laugh that did something to Jinki’s heart, “Oh that was the first time we talked,” Minho smiled, “But you know, I noticed you before that.” Minho admitted, “I didn’t like you back then, but I was curious about you.” He smiled, and then handed the sweater back to Jinki, “You should keep it.”
“Me? But it was yours, I wanted to return it to you.” Jinki babbled, looking stunned and shocked.
“But you kept it all these years, it’s yours now hyung, just think of it as my first present to you.” Minho reached for Jinki’s hand, holding it lightly. “God,” Minho groaned, “listen to me, I’m being so sappy, I’m sorry.” Minho swallowed, blushing slightly, but Jinki just shook his head looking so incredibly happy.
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Jinki frowned as Kibum kept suggesting various outfits and clothes for him, he kept shaking his head feeling more and more annoyed. He hated dressing up, but Kibum argued it was their first real date, he had to make an effort. In the end Jinki let himself be bullied into tight black jeans and a nice shirt, he felt uncomfortable, but Kibum was impressed.
“You look amazing hyung,” Kibum gushed, “perfect, really perfect!”
Jinki pouted slightly, wanting to point out that it wasn’t Kibum he was trying to impress, but rather that it was Minho. The last thing he wanted was to be overdressed when he had no idea where they were going or what they were doing. But Kibum kept shrugging him off, and just saying it would be perfect for him to go dressed like that.
“Fine,” Jinki sighed, “I hope I’m not too over dressed,” he mumbled more to himself as he fiddled with the collar of his shirt, it was tight and driving him a little insane really. It felt awkward and uncomfortable, he sighed when Kibum slapped his hands away and told him to stop fiddling. “But it feels weird, I feel weird!” Jinki huffed, breathing out heavily, as he glared across at Kibum.
“Stop stressing, you’ll be fine!” Kibum frowned, hands on his hips, he opened his mouth to say more when they heard the ding of the doorbell. “Oh,” Kibum winked across at Jinki, “Oh he’s hear now!” He sounded so excited and happy, Jinki felt like telling Kibum to go out with Minho since he seemed so excited about the whole thing. Jinki felt annoyed because he had been so happy and excited about this date, but because Kibum fussed about his clothes so much, he now just wasn’t in the mood.
“Hi, come in!” Kibum greeted Minho loudly, making Jinki wince slightly with the volume, nervously he went over and was surprised to see Minho dressed so casually. He felt even more awkward and odd with his clothes, since Minho was dressed in a loose pair of pants and a faded, worn out sweater. He glared at Kibum, about to complain but his flatmate roughly shoved him out the front door. Even though he had just told Minho to ‘come in’, instead he pushed Jinki so hard he almost tripped, only stopped because Jinki grabbed the doorframe to right himself.
“Go have fun kids!” Kibum called out before he promptly shut the door, leaving Minho and Jinki staring at the shut door, with slightly bewildered expressions.
“Did he have something on, he seemed pretty keen to get you out of the house?”
“I have no idea,” Jinki rubbed his sweaty hands together, shyly glancing across at Minho, “I don’t have a clue.” He blinked his eyes, trying not to pout, trying so hard to not to adjust the damn shirt collar it was driving him insane. Jinki felt even more annoyed at how Kibum had just shoved him out of the house like that, he felt like unlocking the door and shouting at him.
“Well it doesn’t matter,” Minho smiled warmly across at him, “you look good,” he complimented Jinki, but because he felt annoyed he just felt like Minho was making a dig at how over dressed he was, so he bristled slightly. “Shall we go, hyung?” Minho asked when Jinki ignored the compliment, “Since it’s early I thought we could go and do something else before dinner.”
“Oh, yeah I guess it is kind of early.” Jinki brushed his fingers through his hair, messing it up a little as he realised it was still only early afternoon. He felt like a complete idiot, but since he had spent hours arguing with Kibum it felt much later than it was, plus winter meant that the sky was darkening even though it was not that late.
“Yeah it is,” Minho smiled stepping closer to Jinki as they walked out of the apartment building, Jinki shivered slightly, as the wind hit them. “It’s not far from here,” Minho murmured, turning to look at Jinki, making the older male feel awkward because he didn’t know why Minho was staring at him. He shivered slightly realising that Kibum hadn’t given him time to grab his thick jacket.
“Okay, where are we going?” Jinki felt so awkward, he felt all panicky and worried that this would turn out to be a total disaster. It made him feel sick of nerves and worry because he just wanted everything to work out, but the conversation seemed so stilted and awkward. He glanced down at the dirty snow, swallowing as they walked, the only sounds were the usual city noises - the sound of cars and buses, loud music and people talking.
“Somewhere,” Minho winked, “it’s a surprise, I hope you like it.” Minho grinned and two minutes later he was leading Jinki into a sports centre. Jinki felt a lump form in his chest and he felt sick, because he had no idea what he was expected to do. He just followed Minho, wringing his hands together nervously, as he lead him down a corridor.
“Have you heard of racquetball before?” Minho asked as he handed Jinki a funny shaped racquet, Jinki frowned and shook his head. “Oh okay, well I’ve only played a couple of times, so we can be learners together.” He nodded as he opened the door, leading Jinki into a room, with an open area on the second floor, it reminded Jinki of a squash court a little bit. He listened attentively, gulping slightly when Minho explain the rules.
It sounded pretty straightforward and easy Jinki thought, but when they started to play, it only took a matter of minutes before things went wrong. It was going well, minus the fact that Jinki’s clothes were completely unsuitable and uncomfortable, but then Jinki swung his racquet too wide, hitting Minho in the side, bringing the game to an end. Jinki swallowed and apologised profusely for hitting Minho hard across the arm, he felt terrible, but as he was stressing over Minho the ball bounced off the wall and hit him in the head.
Knocking Jinki back in a matter of seconds, and stunning Minho because he had no idea what had just happened until he saw the rubber ball on the floor. Minho knelt down next to Jinki, feeling worried and guilty because he remembered he had hurt his head only two nights before.
“Hyung, are you okay? I’m so sorry!” Minho bit down into his lip, looking so worried, “should we go back to the hospital?” He leant over Jinki, so that his face was inches above the taller, hands reaching out to touch his head, but Jinki just nodded his head, smiling up at Minho.
“I’m fine,” Jinki blinked his eyes, “I’m okay.” He went to sit up, wincing slightly which told Minho he wasn’t really fine, he swallowed feeling guilty. “Honestly, I’m fine, it’s just a little knock on the head.” Jinki nodded his head, looking so earnest and slightly upset that Minho had no idea what to do.
“Well maybe we should get it checked out to be safe.” He suggested, eyeing the other boy carefully for any sign of him feeling unwell.
“Please, don’t say that.” Jinki gulped, the last thing he wanted was to ruin the date with his clumsiness. It just seemed to him, if the date ended here and now with him going to the hospital, that they had no future together. “Please, Minho, I’m really fine.” Jinki hated his body, he hated it so much when he got up, as he tripped on nothing and almost slipped forward.
“Sorry, but I’m worried.” Minho put his arm around Jinki, he pouted, and sulked as Minho took him to the twenty-four hour sports clinic. Jinki felt depressed, but he tried not to show it, but he felt certain that this meant they were doomed. He was silent the whole time they sat in the waiting room, staring ahead blankly, ignoring the way Minho had his arm around his shoulders, and the way he kept looking at him. As far as Jinki was concerned they had no chance, no relationship would work between them.
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Kibum hoped like mad that the date went well, he felt a little guilty when he saw Jinki’s jacket on the table, remembering how he had pushed him out of the house in a hurry. He chewed on his lip and paced around the house, until finally Jonghyun turned up. It made everything seem better, sitting on the couch with his best friend, watching silly shows on television. He sighed as he sipped his hot chocolate, feeling warm from the blankets, hot drink and the way Jonghyun was sitting right next to him.
“Hey, do you wanna stay the night?” Kibum asked, “I just realise it’s getting kind of late, I wonder when Jinki will be home?” Kibum mused out loud, turning to look at Jonghyun to catch him winking, and smirking.
“Heh, he might stay at Minho’s for the night, you know, lose his virginity, haha.” Jonghyun laughed until Kibum whacked him in the arm, “What?” Jonghyun whined, rubbing his arm as he glared back at Kibum, “He might, you never know. Minho might be a dangerous horny wolf, eager to take advantage of poor innocent and naïve Jinki,” He shrugged moving away swiftly when Kibum went to hit him again.
“Jjong,” Kibum pouted, “Don’t even say that!” He paled slightly, Jonghyun freezing and then instinctively he just reached across and hugged Kibum, pulling the skinny boy into his arms. “I just mean, god, like Jinki would do something like that!” He frowned, pulling back from Jonghyun, “Ugh, get off me, you’re suffocating me!” Kibum scooted to the far end of the couch as if he was scared of the other boy.
Jonghyun just pouted sadly across at Kibum who was aware of the looks but chose to ignore him. He tried to focus on the television even if it was some mindless rubbish. He hated how Jonghyun kept staring at him, making it almost impossible for him to concentrate on the television. When he heard a noise from the front door, Kibum used that as an excuse, he leapt up immediately and ran to the front door to see if Jinki was home.
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“Hyung, what’s wrong?” Minho finally asked after they had seen a doctor, Jinki had been silent and moody since they walked out of the doctor’s office. “Jinki-hyung, are you okay?” Minho was worrying, that maybe the doctor was mistaken, maybe something was up.
“I’m fine. Maybe this whole thing was a mistake, I should just go home.” Jinki mumbled, making Minho stare in shock at Jinki, wondering why he said something like that. They hadn’t even yet, and as if to remind them of that Jinki’s stomach rumbled loudly, Minho held back a laugh, thinking it was adorable the way Jinki blushed looking embarrassed.
“But we haven’t eaten yet,” Minho reminded him, “I’m sorry if this date turned out weird, but I’m just happy to spend time with you.” Minho smiled down at Jinki, feeling so happy when he saw Jinki glance almost shyly up at him, he didn’t think he could be happier. Even when Jinki had hit him hard with the racquet, he hadn’t minded at all, it was as if Jinki’s clumsiness only made him like him more.
“And you need to eat,” Minho instinctively put his arm around Jinki’s waist, shifting closer to the older boy, “I booked us a table,” Minho grinned, guiding Jinki towards the train station, feeling relieved it was still early and they wouldn’t miss the booking. It wasn’t long before they were walking into the Japanese café, and Minho knew he had made the right choice when he saw Jinki’s eyes light up, he smiled so widely and happily.
They spent hours sitting there eating and chatting like old friends, Minho felt so relaxed and happy when they finally left. Jinki had loosened up completely, losing the shy edge he had had around Minho, well it was still there but Minho noticed he talked to him easier. Minho didn’t think he had even been happier than when he was sitting there with Jinki, watching the older boy talked animatedly. The way his eyes moistened when he talked about sad things, his lips curving down as he wiggled his hands to illustrate his point, and Minho could see how moved he was by the story he was telling.
It was so sweet and heartening to see Jinki’s personality in reality, as if he was seeing those sweet, lovely and caring letters come to life. It was so obvious that Jinki had not changed, but he had at the same time, but to Minho it was if his personality and sweetness was only enhanced and strengthened. He wasn’t sure how to explain it, but listening to Jinki talked filled him with such warmth and happiness, he wished that they could sit there forever.
They were forced to leave when the restaurant wanted to shut, Minho blushed as he glanced around and saw that they were the last customers. He felt guilty when he realised the staff were staring and they probably had been waiting for them to leave, but when he turned and saw Jinki’s happy glow, he no longer care. After all they paid for the meal, they were paying customers damn it. The restaurant could go to hell, especially since Jinki looked so incredibly happy.
Instead of wandering the cold wintry streets, they went back to Minho’s apartment, Jinki looking surprised when he saw how close they lived. Minho left Jinki in the living room, nudging the shoe box at him, he went to make them something hot to drink in the kitchen.
“Minho, is this?” Jinki looked up from the box, looking surprised, “All the letters I sent?” He gulped, as Minho handed him the hot chocolate, Minho nodded his head. He sat down next to Jinki watching as he opened the box, wincing slightly as he saw them packed in there neatly, “Wow I wrote a lot, sorry about that.” He looked up looking slightly guilty, but Minho shook his head immediately.
“I treasure those letters, I adore them, hyung.” Minho spoke firmly, shifting closer to Jinki, “they were like a ray of hope for me, always cheering me up no matter what.” He nodded his head, “Oh and this,” he produced a Rubik’s cube, one with half a sticker torn off one of the segments, Jinki gasped as he saw it, reaching out for it.
“Oh god, how do you have this?” Jinki swallowed, “I thought I lost this in high school!” Jinki babbled sounding excited and so surprised, “It just disappeared!” He flapped his hands around even more than usual, and Minho had the urge to just pull Jinki into his arms and just hold him, hold him so tightly. “I never knew how or where I lost it, but you had it?”
“Yeah, sorry about that,” Minho blinked his eyes, wondering if he should Jinki he meant to return it to him, “I saw you drop it and I was going to return it to you.” He nodded his head before lowering his gaze, staring wistfully into his hot cocoa, he could feel Jinki’s gaze on him. Minho finally looked up, eyes smarting from the steam, “Yeah I approached you and Kibum-ssi one day to return it, and I heard him saying that you hated me as much as you hate tofu.” Minho could see Jinki frowning, his brow furrowing, he looked like he wanted to say something.
“I was so shocked, I dropped the cube on the floor, and didn’t try to return it.” He nodded his head, “I thought he was serious that you hated me.” Minho shrugged, “The funny thing is how that was around the time we started writing letters. Do you remember how I mentioned in one letter that I felt annoyed because someone hated me and I didn’t know why?”
“Th-that was me?” Jinki looked so surprised, but then he laughed softly, “isn’t it funny though, you thought I hated you, and then you mentioned it to me, the person who you thought hated you.” He grinned looking amused, “it’s kind of funny right, don’t you think it’s weird how we had all these weird run ins?”
“Yeah, that was you, and yeah we did have all these strange run ins. But because I thought you hated me, it made me really notice you.” Minho sighed, looking nostalgic, “you stood out so much after that, because I tried to work out why you hated me, and unintentionally I started to like you.” Minho nodded his head, “this Rubik’s cube became comforting to me, somehow. When I felt frustrated I would twist it, and somehow it would take away my pain and frustrations.”
“Minho,” He looked up to see Jinki holding the cube out to him, reaching across and grasping Minho’s hand lightly, before he pressed it into his palm. “You should keep it, it belongs to you.” Jinki nodded happily, “I bought another one anyways, and this became meaningful to you right?”
“Yeah, that’s true.” Minho grinned, “thank you, you know I was starting to despair things would never work out with you, that I should just give up, but its almost impossible for me to give up.” He swallowed and nodded his head, reaching for Jinki’s hand, he traced his index finger lightly across Jinki’s palm, tickling his skin before he just held his hand.
“I’m glad you didn’t,” Jinki swallowed, holding back a yawn, “Maybe I should go home now,” Jinki got up slowly, he didn’t really want to leave but it was getting late. He stared in shock when he saw the time, he couldn’t help but wonder how the evening had gone so fast. It felt like they had just left the restaurant but they had hours earlier.
“Okay, hyung, you could um stay the night?” Minho offered, sounding hopeful he didn’t want Jinki to go just yet, “I mean there is a spare room,” Minho suggested, “And we could talk some more?” He pouted slightly when Jinki shook his head getting up immediately. They walked to the front door and Jinki slipped his shoes before Minho opened the door, the icy blast of wind cutting right through them.
Jinki stared in disbelief, his eyes widening as he saw the thick snowflakes falling, it was utterly silent, but the snow was heavy and thick. Minho joined him, a warm presence next to him on the doorstep as they looked out beyond the corridor’s balcony to see the snow falling thickly.
“Hyung, I don’t think you should go,” Minho shivered, he could feel Jinki shaking beside him, “You don’t even have a jacket, it’s way too cold and bitter, and the snow is really thick.” He tried to persuade Jinki, smiling when the older boy snuggled against him, shifting closer to the warmth that was Minho. “I can walk you home, but I don’t want you to get sick.”
“I uh should stay, it’s too miserable.” Jinki agreed as the wind picked up again, “Brr, let’s go inside, it’s too cold to stand here any longer.” He shivered, feeling the icy wind cut through his clothes. He sighed in relief when Minho shut the door, the apartment felt so warm and cosy by contrast. Minho could feel Jinki nervously looking at him, so he decided not to put his arm around his shoulders.
“I’ll make us another hot drink, you go and sit in front of the heater,” Minho suggested, “You can ring Kibum if you want?”
“I’ll just text Kibum,” Jinki smiled, and Minho watched as he fished around in his pockets, eyes widening when he couldn’t find his phone. “Oh, damn it was in my bedroom charging, ah I forgot to grab it.” He frowned, “it’s too late to ring him though, he usually sleeps early.” Jinki frowned, “I guess it doesn’t matter anyways it’s not like he is my mother.” He shrugged, and Minho agreed, sometimes he felt jealous of how close those two friends were.
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Kibum opened the door smiling as he stepped out into the icy hallway, Jonghyun right behind him. He was disappointed to see the corridor was empty, and with a sigh, he walked across and stood looking out, eyes widening as he saw the snowflakes falling gently down in front of him. He turned to say something, but Jonghyun was right behind him, so close that Kibum got a fright.
“Look,” Kibum whispered, “it’s so pretty,” he smiled as he dreamily stared out at the falling snow, not even minding when Jonghyun came to stand right next to him. “I’m starting to worry, I hope Jinki isn’t outside in this cold miserable weather.” He frowned wrapping his arms around his middle, “It’s so beautiful but too cold to stay out here.”
Kibum felt his heart pounding when he turned to walk back in, but he collided against Jonghyun, feet slipping on the icy floor so that he almost tripped. Only stopped by Jonghyun’s deep laugh and the way his arm slid around his waist, holding him up carefully, his eyes were full of mirth and something else that sent icicles don Kibum’s spine.
“Thanks,” Kibum mumbled, feeling his face heat slightly as he pulled away from his best friend, he could feel the way his heart pounded away, but he told himself it was because he was worried about Jinki, there was no other reason.
“No problem,” Jonghyun flashed Kibum big grin, “fuck it sure is cold,” he shivered slightly, stamping his feet as he wiped his shoes on the mat. The snowflakes were being blown in on the balcony, his shoes slightly damp and cold now. Kibum turned around, breathing softly as Jonghyun stood up on his tiptoes, and for a second Kibum thought he was about to kiss him, the way he leaned in so close, fingers grasping something on his cheek before Jonghyun pulled away again.
Kibum stared in surprise, blinking his eyes until Jonghyun had moved away safely, he felt so strange now. His voice felt thick and weird in his throat, as he pointed out the couch to Jonghyun, grabbing him a duvet and some blankets.
“If I get really cold,” Jonghyun’s eyes twinkled with amusement, “I can jump into your bed right?” He joked, laughing softly at the way Kibum’s eyes narrowed down into a slight glare, “Gee I was only joking,” Jonghyun pouted, “Fine if Jinki-hyung comes home, I’ll just snuggle in with him.”
“Jjong! No you will not, what would- would Minho think?” Kibum coughed slightly, “You can’t do that, you’ll be warm enough there.”
“What, are you jealous?” Jonghyun tilted his head to one side, looking so cocky, that Kibum felt so annoyed he just stomped of to his bedroom, slamming the door shut behind him.
*
Minho grinned as Jinki emerged from the bathroom, looking more comfortable than he had all evening, in a pair of Minho’s track pants and an old sweater. His clothes were a little too long and big on Jinki, but it just looked insanely adorable, Minho just smiled warmly up at Jinki. Somehow he liked seeing Jinki dressed like this, it wasn’t that he didn’t look good dressed up, but he just looked so much happier with himself, that it made Minho feel content.
“Ahh, that’s better.” Jinki smiled, his jeans and shirt tucked under one arm, “thanks Minho for the um clothes, honestly that shirt was driving me insane.” Jinki pouted, realising that he should not have said that, “I uh mean, in a good way, it was just so nice it drove me insane because I was uhhh worried I’d uh spill food on it or something.”
“Hyung,” Minho looked serious for a second, “you don’t need to lie, you were uncomfortable dressed like that right?” He asked keeping his expression neutral, but he grinned when he saw Jinki’s surprised expression, and the way he groaned when Jinki realised that Minho knew all along.
“Yeah, I kind of was, was it obvious the whole time?” Jinki looked like a kicked puppy, Minho only just managed to resist the urge to jump on him, to make him feel better. “Was it?” Jinki repeated as he walked over, and crept under a corner of the duvet that Minho had spread out in the living room.
“It was obvious, yes.” Minho grinned, patting the space next to him, he hoped Jinki would shift closer to him, “to be honest hyung, I like it when you dress casually,” he sighed in satisfaction when Jinki slipped closer to him, “like when we went to the movies that time, you looked so comfortable, I liked it because you seemed more confident and happy.” He nodded his head, deciding not to mention that Jinki could wear anything, even a potato sack and he would still look amazing to Minho.
“Oh,” Jinki pulled the duvet up higher, snuggling into the warmth of the feathers, “Ohh, okay.” Minho could see that Jinki was at a total loss of words, so he just put his arm around his shoulders, pulling him in close, letting him rest against his chest. It felt quite bizarre to Minho, that this was their first date, and Jinki was here, snuggling into his side, about to sleep under the same duvet for the night.
It was magic really, it made him feel insanely happy as he looked down at Jinki. He leaned down and just kissed Jinki softly across the lips, fingers sifting through the soft strands of his hair, he pulled away immediately not wanting Jinki to think he was trying to pressure him into more.
“I uh- guess we should sleep.” Jinki mumbled with flushed cheeks looking anywhere but Minho’s face, he promptly lay down, shifting away so there was a gap between them. Minho pouted as Jinki rolled onto his side, and disappeared completely under the duvet, “Good night Minho,” was the muffled reply he heard from under the duvet cover.
“Good night, Jinki-hyung,” Minho replied, lying down and staring at the lump next to him which was Jinki apparently.
*
Minho woke to a thump, he jerked up half asleep, rubbing his eyes and wondering what that sound was, when he finally was coherent enough to look, he saw Jinki hopping around on one foot, cursing softly. Minho stared, sitting up deciding that Jinki had obviously stubbed his toe, he opened his mouth to say something when Jinki put his foot down, no longer hopping around.
That was when Minho noticed, he gulped nervously, going silent as he saw the way the very loose, baggy track pants seemed to bulge out strangely. Minho felt dirty for thinking that way, so he tried to look away, but his eyes were drawn back to that place, he gulped when he looked up to see Jinki had noticed he was awake, he looked flushed and embarrassed.
“Oh uh hi,” Jinki mumbled, his hands fidgeting nervously around his hips, “I uh, bathroom.” Jinki replied sounding half asleep, before he limped towards the bathroom. Minho was left sitting there feeling slightly awkward, as his half-awake brain reminded him that the other boy was hard, he gulped and shook his head, lying down and trying to push the image out of his head. He had never realised or rather expected Jinki to be that big, Minho swallowed feeling dirty for being excited by that thought.
No idea what this crap is like...
Author: argh
Part: 18 & 19 of 26(ish)
Rating: PG-13-PG-15 for now
Word count: 5,463
Pairing: Onew/Minho, Taemin/Kibum
Summary: Jinki loves working in this cafe, until a particular person begins to frequent it, and the person that Jinki tried so hard to get over. University!AU. I suck at summaries ;_;
Warnings: long never-ending fic XD (around 75k).
Notes: This was my nanowrimo fic back in 2010!
Dedications: written entirely for ryukilla no matter what she thinks.
Previous parts: one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven, twelve, thirteen, fourteen, fifteen, sixteen, seventeen,
Note: Man I abandoned this fic majorly :( oops. I'll post the rest now...
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Jinki opened the front door, blinking as he stepped into the apartment, he bit down into his lip feeling nervous as Minho followed him into the apartment. Jinki felt so incredibly happy as he glanced down at their shoes, lined up neatly next to each other, it filled him with warmth to see that. He shyly glanced up at Minho, about to say something when Kibum appeared with a huge smile.
“Oh Jinki-hyung, I am so sorry!” Kibum apologised, pouting, “I went to talk to Taemin, and then when we went back into the hospital I was so shocked to hear you were discharged!” Kibum nodded his head firmly, “So I raced back here feeling terrible for not bringing you back.” He rambled away, until he noticed Jinki rubbing his temples as if he had a headache.
“It’s okay,” Minho grinned, “I was more than capable of taking care of him.” Minho grinned touching Jinki’s shoulder lightly, “In fact I was glad you weren’t around, I don’t mean that in a bad way,” he shrugged his shoulders elegantly. “It was just good to be able to take care of him, especially since he needed it.” Minho continued, and Kibum nodded his head in understanding.
“Yeah, Jinki-hyung can be pretty stubborn, but I think you’ll be great for him.” Kibum smiled, “I’m so glad everything worked out in the end,” Kibum smiled happily, “it’s fantastic.”
“Um, hello?”
Both Kibum and Minho turned frowning slightly, as they saw Jinki, standing there with his hands on his hips looking irritated. Kibum opened his mouth to ask what was up, but Jinki got in first.
“You know I’m right here, you don’t need to talk about me like I’m not.” He pouted, “It seems kind of rude.” He shrugged, “you could include me in the conversation, I mean you were, but by actually including me, not just talking about me.” Jinki pouted, feeling slightly offended that Minho was treating him this way, it made him worry and wonder if things would work out between them. Maybe he was right the first time that their feelings were no longer real, he shivered slightly and tried to push that thought out of his head.
“Sorry hyung,” Kibum apologised first, “I didn’t mean to, you know what I’m like.”
“I’m sorry Jinki-hyung, I didn’t mean to do that to you either.” Minho apologised second, but his tone and way he reached across to touch Jinki’s wrist lightly, made Jinki feel ten times better. “I guess it’s just because Kibum and I have been talking about you for a while now,” Minho nodded and smiled shyly, “he was the one who told me to go to that party.”
“Ohh I see,” Jinki frowned across at Kibum, “no wonder he insisted that I dress so neatly for the party, tsk I should’ve realised something was up!” He raised one eyebrow at Kibum, “but thank you for setting that up,” Jinki smiled warmly across at his roommate, “thank you Kibum, you’ve done nothing but be amazing and so supportive to me.” Jinki nodded his head warmly.
“Awww, thank you hyung, you’re too sweet.” Kibum grinned, looking so smug, “Anyway I should go out and give you two sometime alone?”
“Actually, I just came to drop Jinki-hyung home,” Minho sighed, “I have an assignment to finish, but hyung, can I take you out for dinner tomorrow night? I should finish it today, I hope.” Minho sighed heavily, “I hope I can get it done today.”
“Yeah but before you go, can I show you something?” Jinki asked tilting his head to one side, he sighed softly when Minho nodded his head. Jinki turned to face Kibum, “Kibum can you get that sweater, you know.” He ignored the way Kibum mouthed ‘that sweater?’ to him, and the way he frowned as if he thought it was a bad idea. “Yes, that sweater, please.”
Minho looked perplexed until Jinki handed him the sweater, and then he smiled, looking shocked that Jinki still had it. He spread it out and held it up in the air, laughing as he eyed the worn out, faded old sweater. He looked so happy, and Jinki knew it was right to give it back to him.
“Oh this thing,” Minho laughed that rich deep laugh that did something to Jinki’s heart, “Oh that was the first time we talked,” Minho smiled, “But you know, I noticed you before that.” Minho admitted, “I didn’t like you back then, but I was curious about you.” He smiled, and then handed the sweater back to Jinki, “You should keep it.”
“Me? But it was yours, I wanted to return it to you.” Jinki babbled, looking stunned and shocked.
“But you kept it all these years, it’s yours now hyung, just think of it as my first present to you.” Minho reached for Jinki’s hand, holding it lightly. “God,” Minho groaned, “listen to me, I’m being so sappy, I’m sorry.” Minho swallowed, blushing slightly, but Jinki just shook his head looking so incredibly happy.
*
Jinki frowned as Kibum kept suggesting various outfits and clothes for him, he kept shaking his head feeling more and more annoyed. He hated dressing up, but Kibum argued it was their first real date, he had to make an effort. In the end Jinki let himself be bullied into tight black jeans and a nice shirt, he felt uncomfortable, but Kibum was impressed.
“You look amazing hyung,” Kibum gushed, “perfect, really perfect!”
Jinki pouted slightly, wanting to point out that it wasn’t Kibum he was trying to impress, but rather that it was Minho. The last thing he wanted was to be overdressed when he had no idea where they were going or what they were doing. But Kibum kept shrugging him off, and just saying it would be perfect for him to go dressed like that.
“Fine,” Jinki sighed, “I hope I’m not too over dressed,” he mumbled more to himself as he fiddled with the collar of his shirt, it was tight and driving him a little insane really. It felt awkward and uncomfortable, he sighed when Kibum slapped his hands away and told him to stop fiddling. “But it feels weird, I feel weird!” Jinki huffed, breathing out heavily, as he glared across at Kibum.
“Stop stressing, you’ll be fine!” Kibum frowned, hands on his hips, he opened his mouth to say more when they heard the ding of the doorbell. “Oh,” Kibum winked across at Jinki, “Oh he’s hear now!” He sounded so excited and happy, Jinki felt like telling Kibum to go out with Minho since he seemed so excited about the whole thing. Jinki felt annoyed because he had been so happy and excited about this date, but because Kibum fussed about his clothes so much, he now just wasn’t in the mood.
“Hi, come in!” Kibum greeted Minho loudly, making Jinki wince slightly with the volume, nervously he went over and was surprised to see Minho dressed so casually. He felt even more awkward and odd with his clothes, since Minho was dressed in a loose pair of pants and a faded, worn out sweater. He glared at Kibum, about to complain but his flatmate roughly shoved him out the front door. Even though he had just told Minho to ‘come in’, instead he pushed Jinki so hard he almost tripped, only stopped because Jinki grabbed the doorframe to right himself.
“Go have fun kids!” Kibum called out before he promptly shut the door, leaving Minho and Jinki staring at the shut door, with slightly bewildered expressions.
“Did he have something on, he seemed pretty keen to get you out of the house?”
“I have no idea,” Jinki rubbed his sweaty hands together, shyly glancing across at Minho, “I don’t have a clue.” He blinked his eyes, trying not to pout, trying so hard to not to adjust the damn shirt collar it was driving him insane. Jinki felt even more annoyed at how Kibum had just shoved him out of the house like that, he felt like unlocking the door and shouting at him.
“Well it doesn’t matter,” Minho smiled warmly across at him, “you look good,” he complimented Jinki, but because he felt annoyed he just felt like Minho was making a dig at how over dressed he was, so he bristled slightly. “Shall we go, hyung?” Minho asked when Jinki ignored the compliment, “Since it’s early I thought we could go and do something else before dinner.”
“Oh, yeah I guess it is kind of early.” Jinki brushed his fingers through his hair, messing it up a little as he realised it was still only early afternoon. He felt like a complete idiot, but since he had spent hours arguing with Kibum it felt much later than it was, plus winter meant that the sky was darkening even though it was not that late.
“Yeah it is,” Minho smiled stepping closer to Jinki as they walked out of the apartment building, Jinki shivered slightly, as the wind hit them. “It’s not far from here,” Minho murmured, turning to look at Jinki, making the older male feel awkward because he didn’t know why Minho was staring at him. He shivered slightly realising that Kibum hadn’t given him time to grab his thick jacket.
“Okay, where are we going?” Jinki felt so awkward, he felt all panicky and worried that this would turn out to be a total disaster. It made him feel sick of nerves and worry because he just wanted everything to work out, but the conversation seemed so stilted and awkward. He glanced down at the dirty snow, swallowing as they walked, the only sounds were the usual city noises - the sound of cars and buses, loud music and people talking.
“Somewhere,” Minho winked, “it’s a surprise, I hope you like it.” Minho grinned and two minutes later he was leading Jinki into a sports centre. Jinki felt a lump form in his chest and he felt sick, because he had no idea what he was expected to do. He just followed Minho, wringing his hands together nervously, as he lead him down a corridor.
“Have you heard of racquetball before?” Minho asked as he handed Jinki a funny shaped racquet, Jinki frowned and shook his head. “Oh okay, well I’ve only played a couple of times, so we can be learners together.” He nodded as he opened the door, leading Jinki into a room, with an open area on the second floor, it reminded Jinki of a squash court a little bit. He listened attentively, gulping slightly when Minho explain the rules.
It sounded pretty straightforward and easy Jinki thought, but when they started to play, it only took a matter of minutes before things went wrong. It was going well, minus the fact that Jinki’s clothes were completely unsuitable and uncomfortable, but then Jinki swung his racquet too wide, hitting Minho in the side, bringing the game to an end. Jinki swallowed and apologised profusely for hitting Minho hard across the arm, he felt terrible, but as he was stressing over Minho the ball bounced off the wall and hit him in the head.
Knocking Jinki back in a matter of seconds, and stunning Minho because he had no idea what had just happened until he saw the rubber ball on the floor. Minho knelt down next to Jinki, feeling worried and guilty because he remembered he had hurt his head only two nights before.
“Hyung, are you okay? I’m so sorry!” Minho bit down into his lip, looking so worried, “should we go back to the hospital?” He leant over Jinki, so that his face was inches above the taller, hands reaching out to touch his head, but Jinki just nodded his head, smiling up at Minho.
“I’m fine,” Jinki blinked his eyes, “I’m okay.” He went to sit up, wincing slightly which told Minho he wasn’t really fine, he swallowed feeling guilty. “Honestly, I’m fine, it’s just a little knock on the head.” Jinki nodded his head, looking so earnest and slightly upset that Minho had no idea what to do.
“Well maybe we should get it checked out to be safe.” He suggested, eyeing the other boy carefully for any sign of him feeling unwell.
“Please, don’t say that.” Jinki gulped, the last thing he wanted was to ruin the date with his clumsiness. It just seemed to him, if the date ended here and now with him going to the hospital, that they had no future together. “Please, Minho, I’m really fine.” Jinki hated his body, he hated it so much when he got up, as he tripped on nothing and almost slipped forward.
“Sorry, but I’m worried.” Minho put his arm around Jinki, he pouted, and sulked as Minho took him to the twenty-four hour sports clinic. Jinki felt depressed, but he tried not to show it, but he felt certain that this meant they were doomed. He was silent the whole time they sat in the waiting room, staring ahead blankly, ignoring the way Minho had his arm around his shoulders, and the way he kept looking at him. As far as Jinki was concerned they had no chance, no relationship would work between them.
*
Kibum hoped like mad that the date went well, he felt a little guilty when he saw Jinki’s jacket on the table, remembering how he had pushed him out of the house in a hurry. He chewed on his lip and paced around the house, until finally Jonghyun turned up. It made everything seem better, sitting on the couch with his best friend, watching silly shows on television. He sighed as he sipped his hot chocolate, feeling warm from the blankets, hot drink and the way Jonghyun was sitting right next to him.
“Hey, do you wanna stay the night?” Kibum asked, “I just realise it’s getting kind of late, I wonder when Jinki will be home?” Kibum mused out loud, turning to look at Jonghyun to catch him winking, and smirking.
“Heh, he might stay at Minho’s for the night, you know, lose his virginity, haha.” Jonghyun laughed until Kibum whacked him in the arm, “What?” Jonghyun whined, rubbing his arm as he glared back at Kibum, “He might, you never know. Minho might be a dangerous horny wolf, eager to take advantage of poor innocent and naïve Jinki,” He shrugged moving away swiftly when Kibum went to hit him again.
“Jjong,” Kibum pouted, “Don’t even say that!” He paled slightly, Jonghyun freezing and then instinctively he just reached across and hugged Kibum, pulling the skinny boy into his arms. “I just mean, god, like Jinki would do something like that!” He frowned, pulling back from Jonghyun, “Ugh, get off me, you’re suffocating me!” Kibum scooted to the far end of the couch as if he was scared of the other boy.
Jonghyun just pouted sadly across at Kibum who was aware of the looks but chose to ignore him. He tried to focus on the television even if it was some mindless rubbish. He hated how Jonghyun kept staring at him, making it almost impossible for him to concentrate on the television. When he heard a noise from the front door, Kibum used that as an excuse, he leapt up immediately and ran to the front door to see if Jinki was home.
*
“Hyung, what’s wrong?” Minho finally asked after they had seen a doctor, Jinki had been silent and moody since they walked out of the doctor’s office. “Jinki-hyung, are you okay?” Minho was worrying, that maybe the doctor was mistaken, maybe something was up.
“I’m fine. Maybe this whole thing was a mistake, I should just go home.” Jinki mumbled, making Minho stare in shock at Jinki, wondering why he said something like that. They hadn’t even yet, and as if to remind them of that Jinki’s stomach rumbled loudly, Minho held back a laugh, thinking it was adorable the way Jinki blushed looking embarrassed.
“But we haven’t eaten yet,” Minho reminded him, “I’m sorry if this date turned out weird, but I’m just happy to spend time with you.” Minho smiled down at Jinki, feeling so happy when he saw Jinki glance almost shyly up at him, he didn’t think he could be happier. Even when Jinki had hit him hard with the racquet, he hadn’t minded at all, it was as if Jinki’s clumsiness only made him like him more.
“And you need to eat,” Minho instinctively put his arm around Jinki’s waist, shifting closer to the older boy, “I booked us a table,” Minho grinned, guiding Jinki towards the train station, feeling relieved it was still early and they wouldn’t miss the booking. It wasn’t long before they were walking into the Japanese café, and Minho knew he had made the right choice when he saw Jinki’s eyes light up, he smiled so widely and happily.
They spent hours sitting there eating and chatting like old friends, Minho felt so relaxed and happy when they finally left. Jinki had loosened up completely, losing the shy edge he had had around Minho, well it was still there but Minho noticed he talked to him easier. Minho didn’t think he had even been happier than when he was sitting there with Jinki, watching the older boy talked animatedly. The way his eyes moistened when he talked about sad things, his lips curving down as he wiggled his hands to illustrate his point, and Minho could see how moved he was by the story he was telling.
It was so sweet and heartening to see Jinki’s personality in reality, as if he was seeing those sweet, lovely and caring letters come to life. It was so obvious that Jinki had not changed, but he had at the same time, but to Minho it was if his personality and sweetness was only enhanced and strengthened. He wasn’t sure how to explain it, but listening to Jinki talked filled him with such warmth and happiness, he wished that they could sit there forever.
They were forced to leave when the restaurant wanted to shut, Minho blushed as he glanced around and saw that they were the last customers. He felt guilty when he realised the staff were staring and they probably had been waiting for them to leave, but when he turned and saw Jinki’s happy glow, he no longer care. After all they paid for the meal, they were paying customers damn it. The restaurant could go to hell, especially since Jinki looked so incredibly happy.
Instead of wandering the cold wintry streets, they went back to Minho’s apartment, Jinki looking surprised when he saw how close they lived. Minho left Jinki in the living room, nudging the shoe box at him, he went to make them something hot to drink in the kitchen.
“Minho, is this?” Jinki looked up from the box, looking surprised, “All the letters I sent?” He gulped, as Minho handed him the hot chocolate, Minho nodded his head. He sat down next to Jinki watching as he opened the box, wincing slightly as he saw them packed in there neatly, “Wow I wrote a lot, sorry about that.” He looked up looking slightly guilty, but Minho shook his head immediately.
“I treasure those letters, I adore them, hyung.” Minho spoke firmly, shifting closer to Jinki, “they were like a ray of hope for me, always cheering me up no matter what.” He nodded his head, “Oh and this,” he produced a Rubik’s cube, one with half a sticker torn off one of the segments, Jinki gasped as he saw it, reaching out for it.
“Oh god, how do you have this?” Jinki swallowed, “I thought I lost this in high school!” Jinki babbled sounding excited and so surprised, “It just disappeared!” He flapped his hands around even more than usual, and Minho had the urge to just pull Jinki into his arms and just hold him, hold him so tightly. “I never knew how or where I lost it, but you had it?”
“Yeah, sorry about that,” Minho blinked his eyes, wondering if he should Jinki he meant to return it to him, “I saw you drop it and I was going to return it to you.” He nodded his head before lowering his gaze, staring wistfully into his hot cocoa, he could feel Jinki’s gaze on him. Minho finally looked up, eyes smarting from the steam, “Yeah I approached you and Kibum-ssi one day to return it, and I heard him saying that you hated me as much as you hate tofu.” Minho could see Jinki frowning, his brow furrowing, he looked like he wanted to say something.
“I was so shocked, I dropped the cube on the floor, and didn’t try to return it.” He nodded his head, “I thought he was serious that you hated me.” Minho shrugged, “The funny thing is how that was around the time we started writing letters. Do you remember how I mentioned in one letter that I felt annoyed because someone hated me and I didn’t know why?”
“Th-that was me?” Jinki looked so surprised, but then he laughed softly, “isn’t it funny though, you thought I hated you, and then you mentioned it to me, the person who you thought hated you.” He grinned looking amused, “it’s kind of funny right, don’t you think it’s weird how we had all these weird run ins?”
“Yeah, that was you, and yeah we did have all these strange run ins. But because I thought you hated me, it made me really notice you.” Minho sighed, looking nostalgic, “you stood out so much after that, because I tried to work out why you hated me, and unintentionally I started to like you.” Minho nodded his head, “this Rubik’s cube became comforting to me, somehow. When I felt frustrated I would twist it, and somehow it would take away my pain and frustrations.”
“Minho,” He looked up to see Jinki holding the cube out to him, reaching across and grasping Minho’s hand lightly, before he pressed it into his palm. “You should keep it, it belongs to you.” Jinki nodded happily, “I bought another one anyways, and this became meaningful to you right?”
“Yeah, that’s true.” Minho grinned, “thank you, you know I was starting to despair things would never work out with you, that I should just give up, but its almost impossible for me to give up.” He swallowed and nodded his head, reaching for Jinki’s hand, he traced his index finger lightly across Jinki’s palm, tickling his skin before he just held his hand.
“I’m glad you didn’t,” Jinki swallowed, holding back a yawn, “Maybe I should go home now,” Jinki got up slowly, he didn’t really want to leave but it was getting late. He stared in shock when he saw the time, he couldn’t help but wonder how the evening had gone so fast. It felt like they had just left the restaurant but they had hours earlier.
“Okay, hyung, you could um stay the night?” Minho offered, sounding hopeful he didn’t want Jinki to go just yet, “I mean there is a spare room,” Minho suggested, “And we could talk some more?” He pouted slightly when Jinki shook his head getting up immediately. They walked to the front door and Jinki slipped his shoes before Minho opened the door, the icy blast of wind cutting right through them.
Jinki stared in disbelief, his eyes widening as he saw the thick snowflakes falling, it was utterly silent, but the snow was heavy and thick. Minho joined him, a warm presence next to him on the doorstep as they looked out beyond the corridor’s balcony to see the snow falling thickly.
“Hyung, I don’t think you should go,” Minho shivered, he could feel Jinki shaking beside him, “You don’t even have a jacket, it’s way too cold and bitter, and the snow is really thick.” He tried to persuade Jinki, smiling when the older boy snuggled against him, shifting closer to the warmth that was Minho. “I can walk you home, but I don’t want you to get sick.”
“I uh should stay, it’s too miserable.” Jinki agreed as the wind picked up again, “Brr, let’s go inside, it’s too cold to stand here any longer.” He shivered, feeling the icy wind cut through his clothes. He sighed in relief when Minho shut the door, the apartment felt so warm and cosy by contrast. Minho could feel Jinki nervously looking at him, so he decided not to put his arm around his shoulders.
“I’ll make us another hot drink, you go and sit in front of the heater,” Minho suggested, “You can ring Kibum if you want?”
“I’ll just text Kibum,” Jinki smiled, and Minho watched as he fished around in his pockets, eyes widening when he couldn’t find his phone. “Oh, damn it was in my bedroom charging, ah I forgot to grab it.” He frowned, “it’s too late to ring him though, he usually sleeps early.” Jinki frowned, “I guess it doesn’t matter anyways it’s not like he is my mother.” He shrugged, and Minho agreed, sometimes he felt jealous of how close those two friends were.
*
Kibum opened the door smiling as he stepped out into the icy hallway, Jonghyun right behind him. He was disappointed to see the corridor was empty, and with a sigh, he walked across and stood looking out, eyes widening as he saw the snowflakes falling gently down in front of him. He turned to say something, but Jonghyun was right behind him, so close that Kibum got a fright.
“Look,” Kibum whispered, “it’s so pretty,” he smiled as he dreamily stared out at the falling snow, not even minding when Jonghyun came to stand right next to him. “I’m starting to worry, I hope Jinki isn’t outside in this cold miserable weather.” He frowned wrapping his arms around his middle, “It’s so beautiful but too cold to stay out here.”
Kibum felt his heart pounding when he turned to walk back in, but he collided against Jonghyun, feet slipping on the icy floor so that he almost tripped. Only stopped by Jonghyun’s deep laugh and the way his arm slid around his waist, holding him up carefully, his eyes were full of mirth and something else that sent icicles don Kibum’s spine.
“Thanks,” Kibum mumbled, feeling his face heat slightly as he pulled away from his best friend, he could feel the way his heart pounded away, but he told himself it was because he was worried about Jinki, there was no other reason.
“No problem,” Jonghyun flashed Kibum big grin, “fuck it sure is cold,” he shivered slightly, stamping his feet as he wiped his shoes on the mat. The snowflakes were being blown in on the balcony, his shoes slightly damp and cold now. Kibum turned around, breathing softly as Jonghyun stood up on his tiptoes, and for a second Kibum thought he was about to kiss him, the way he leaned in so close, fingers grasping something on his cheek before Jonghyun pulled away again.
Kibum stared in surprise, blinking his eyes until Jonghyun had moved away safely, he felt so strange now. His voice felt thick and weird in his throat, as he pointed out the couch to Jonghyun, grabbing him a duvet and some blankets.
“If I get really cold,” Jonghyun’s eyes twinkled with amusement, “I can jump into your bed right?” He joked, laughing softly at the way Kibum’s eyes narrowed down into a slight glare, “Gee I was only joking,” Jonghyun pouted, “Fine if Jinki-hyung comes home, I’ll just snuggle in with him.”
“Jjong! No you will not, what would- would Minho think?” Kibum coughed slightly, “You can’t do that, you’ll be warm enough there.”
“What, are you jealous?” Jonghyun tilted his head to one side, looking so cocky, that Kibum felt so annoyed he just stomped of to his bedroom, slamming the door shut behind him.
*
Minho grinned as Jinki emerged from the bathroom, looking more comfortable than he had all evening, in a pair of Minho’s track pants and an old sweater. His clothes were a little too long and big on Jinki, but it just looked insanely adorable, Minho just smiled warmly up at Jinki. Somehow he liked seeing Jinki dressed like this, it wasn’t that he didn’t look good dressed up, but he just looked so much happier with himself, that it made Minho feel content.
“Ahh, that’s better.” Jinki smiled, his jeans and shirt tucked under one arm, “thanks Minho for the um clothes, honestly that shirt was driving me insane.” Jinki pouted, realising that he should not have said that, “I uh mean, in a good way, it was just so nice it drove me insane because I was uhhh worried I’d uh spill food on it or something.”
“Hyung,” Minho looked serious for a second, “you don’t need to lie, you were uncomfortable dressed like that right?” He asked keeping his expression neutral, but he grinned when he saw Jinki’s surprised expression, and the way he groaned when Jinki realised that Minho knew all along.
“Yeah, I kind of was, was it obvious the whole time?” Jinki looked like a kicked puppy, Minho only just managed to resist the urge to jump on him, to make him feel better. “Was it?” Jinki repeated as he walked over, and crept under a corner of the duvet that Minho had spread out in the living room.
“It was obvious, yes.” Minho grinned, patting the space next to him, he hoped Jinki would shift closer to him, “to be honest hyung, I like it when you dress casually,” he sighed in satisfaction when Jinki slipped closer to him, “like when we went to the movies that time, you looked so comfortable, I liked it because you seemed more confident and happy.” He nodded his head, deciding not to mention that Jinki could wear anything, even a potato sack and he would still look amazing to Minho.
“Oh,” Jinki pulled the duvet up higher, snuggling into the warmth of the feathers, “Ohh, okay.” Minho could see that Jinki was at a total loss of words, so he just put his arm around his shoulders, pulling him in close, letting him rest against his chest. It felt quite bizarre to Minho, that this was their first date, and Jinki was here, snuggling into his side, about to sleep under the same duvet for the night.
It was magic really, it made him feel insanely happy as he looked down at Jinki. He leaned down and just kissed Jinki softly across the lips, fingers sifting through the soft strands of his hair, he pulled away immediately not wanting Jinki to think he was trying to pressure him into more.
“I uh- guess we should sleep.” Jinki mumbled with flushed cheeks looking anywhere but Minho’s face, he promptly lay down, shifting away so there was a gap between them. Minho pouted as Jinki rolled onto his side, and disappeared completely under the duvet, “Good night Minho,” was the muffled reply he heard from under the duvet cover.
“Good night, Jinki-hyung,” Minho replied, lying down and staring at the lump next to him which was Jinki apparently.
*
Minho woke to a thump, he jerked up half asleep, rubbing his eyes and wondering what that sound was, when he finally was coherent enough to look, he saw Jinki hopping around on one foot, cursing softly. Minho stared, sitting up deciding that Jinki had obviously stubbed his toe, he opened his mouth to say something when Jinki put his foot down, no longer hopping around.
That was when Minho noticed, he gulped nervously, going silent as he saw the way the very loose, baggy track pants seemed to bulge out strangely. Minho felt dirty for thinking that way, so he tried to look away, but his eyes were drawn back to that place, he gulped when he looked up to see Jinki had noticed he was awake, he looked flushed and embarrassed.
“Oh uh hi,” Jinki mumbled, his hands fidgeting nervously around his hips, “I uh, bathroom.” Jinki replied sounding half asleep, before he limped towards the bathroom. Minho was left sitting there feeling slightly awkward, as his half-awake brain reminded him that the other boy was hard, he gulped and shook his head, lying down and trying to push the image out of his head. He had never realised or rather expected Jinki to be that big, Minho swallowed feeling dirty for being excited by that thought.
No idea what this crap is like...