fic: Silence in a Storm -2/2-
Title: Silence in a Storm
Author: dria1029
Pairings: Onho
Genre: Romance, Angst, Fluff (towards the end)
Warnings: scarytop!Jinki, rough Onho porn
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Minho let his insecurities hold him back, and Jinki responds in the only way he knows how.
a/n: The fluff...the killer fluff...so-corny-can't-compute-urrghhhghghrejgn80tgm950pe
When he awoke, his head felt heavier than it did whenever he got hangovers from the soju. It hurt to sit up, yet he forced himself to do it, cringing at the sting of his whole lower half. Without even looking in the mirror next to him, he knew he was a train wreak: hurting scalp, messy hair, bruises and bite marks here and there, dry lips and mouth, reddened skin, torn shirt. But the dark humor (and the blush) came to him when he saw the clotted semen that trailed down from the lower middle half of the mirrored wall- an unmentionable stain everyone got to see before the janitor got to it.
That and the blood on the floor…which wasn’t there anymore as he stretched his eyes open even more and straightened himself. He rubbed his head in confusion as he stared at the spot. Put two and two together when he saw the bloodied rag-cloth off to the side where there wasn’t much light.
From the slight shuffling, he knew the mysterious cleaner was right across from him. And indeed he was. Sitting next to the mirror with his knees up as a buff, shirtless silhouette instead of a visible body since not much light spread over there either.
Whether Onew knew if he was up or not, he sighed.
Then Minho heard a whisper.
“You never said it back. I waited, but you never did…”
And immediately Minho knew.
The flashbacks came back full force, causing his heart to beat in shame, relief and…
“Saranghae, Jinki-hyung,” he said gently. “I’m sorry.”
It looked like the sad sounding silhouette stiffened, but Minho didn’t know for sure. Just in case, he disregarded his hoarse voice and said it louder.
“Saranghae…” he stared earnestly at the figure. “Saranghae, Saranghae.”
Still no reply. Not one movement.
“Hyung…please. I thought I didn’t hear you say it. I-I…I refused to think you did. How could I know that you had feelings for me, much less think you’d…love me like I love..." He trailed, still unable to resist his moronic word vomiting. "I know even Jonghyun and Key and Minnie know how you are about…love. Caught his breath again, before his voice hitched. “I didn’t think it was possible, so I made myself ignore it. It had to have been in my head. And this whole time…this whole time I’ve been secretly happy; even if it was just in my head, that was enough for me. Even if you didn’t really say it, just imagining you did made my heart beat faster and hurt less from your impartiality afterwards.” He blushed violently. “Which I now know the reason for…”
It was hard to stay up on his elbows, so he pushed himself against the wall. Heat met ice and it made Minho hiss; he didn’t think about the many bruises that were probably on his back. Instead, he stayed alert to any sign. Anything from the man in the dark. The man who retained silence in the storm…
“I didn’t think it were possible for you to love me back. It would have been stupid of me, I really thought. I thought I was just Minho. That younger kid you looked after because you had to. The boy…” Noona Luna from F(x) came to mind painfully then “…you only really liked because I was always best when it came to waking you up.”
A cross between a cough and small laugh resounded in the vast room. It put the tiniest smile of relief on Minho’s lips, which quickly disappeared when he spoke again, this time more softly.
“I was scared Onew. And to be honest…I still am.”
So please…
He hadn’t meant to seem melodramatic. It was the only way to put it all out there. He knew no other way to ask for another chance. That it was a grave blend of misunderstanding and insecurity was now made crystal clear. He’d explained…he’d let the older boy take his anger out on him. In turn he either created or unleashed a monster he never wanted to experience again ‘At least not to that extent’ he thought, blushing even harder.
He swallowed hard when all he continued to hear was the rain.
I don’t know what else to do.
He was about to close his weakened eyes in defeat when suddenly, he saw the silhouette steadily get to its feet. Slowly it scraped its sneakered feet in his direction. The squeaks stopped when Onew stood where the light touched the darkness. His face shined wetly-the aftermath of trying to smear away the evidence of tears after crying. Oxymoron in the flesh- a ripped idol who had the heart of a lamb. Minho accessed him all over, from his trembling fingers to his heaving chest, before meeting his eyes.
That was all it took.
Without hesitation, Onew practically ran the rest of the way, dropped and threw himself into Minho’s arms. But what he hadn’t predicted, what he hadn’t realized, was who needed who more in their arms. Somehow in their tight embrace, Minho’s head had ended up in Jinki’s chest. Jinki’s hand cradled the back of it in all of its raven silkiness. His face was nestled at the top of it, inhaling the boy’s natural scent-the other arm draped securely around his slim back.
And Minho locked his fingers-making sure he couldn’t get out of hugging the other boy’s waist with all his might. Dots of moisture continued to smear into Onew’s chest, but both far from minded.
They remained like that for a while. Even as Onew spoke into his hair.
“It’s not stupid to go with what you feel,” he started. “And you’re not stupid Minho, you’ve never been and you never will be. You’re smart, you’re talented, you’re charming, you’re hot-
Minho snorted slightly.
“-and you’ve always been beautiful to me. I may never have shown how I really felt, but that was only because I was scared too. There was so much going on in my mind…”
Beautiful boy
Onew stroked his head and sighed; the hot breath warmed Minho’s scalp and gave him tingles for some reason. “But that’s no excuse for the way I treated you. Mianheyo, Minho.” Lips pressed themselves atop the taller boy’s head before they opened to speak again. “I promise I won’t ever do that again. I promise and I need you to hold me to it.”
He took Minho’s head by the temples and set it up so they faced one another. The same lips met Minho’s forehead tenderly. “Mianheyo,” Onew repeated. Then he smiled and flicked the younger’s nose.
The drizzling rain stopped altogether. Had there been a window, Minho would have finally seen his precious sun slide out from behind the clouds.
Or maybe he wouldn’t have noticed at all. Where he was, the room was already glowing.
He smiled back.
“Saranghae,” he whispered.
“Saranghae,” the leader agreed.
For no particular reason, the pair started to giggle. It was inconceivable, but it couldn’t be helped. They ended up with Onew was sitting with his back on the glass and Minho between his legs sitting in the same direction; the older boy had his arms around the younger with his head resting on his shoulder. Just talking. Not paying attention to anything else but what each other had to say. Minho joking about Onew needing to change the choreography and Onew immediately agreeing with him with a guilty look. Only when Onew’s treacherous stomach started growling again did the boys remember they were supposed to catch up with the other members much earlier.
“Key is going to send a search party if we don’t leave now,” Minho remarked. Sadly, he wasn’t kidding. Onew grunted out his agreement, but nudged Minho with his cheek-Minho turned to have his lips captured quickly.
“They will still have to wait,” he murmured. “There’s no way we’re going looking like this.” His eyes skimmed longingly down his partner’s chest, bulge, legs, feet…then back to the face right in his. His voice deepened. “Besides, I still need to make it up to you.”
“Make what up?”
Onew smirked but didn’t reply. Instead he carefully slid up to his feet and put a hand out for Minho. Once he was on his feet too, Onew went to throw their bag straps over one shoulder. He then squatted. “C’mon.”
“Hyung, Key is going to kill us.”
“Bwoh? Hey, he may be scary, but I’m still leader.” He turned to him and winked. “Now c’mon.”
Minho chuckled and childishly climbed on his elder’s back. Dubu kinda struggled, but they made it out the studio in one piece. Minho turned the switch off for the one light still on before they were out the threshold.
*****
“Making up” took up even more time, but no one was complaining. Once they got to the showers, Onew was a man true to his word. With Minho’s delicacy in mind, he dismissed the idea of intercourse altogether and settled on other options. Before tending to himself, he carefully bathed his dongsaeng and washed his hair. Though a hard task for him, he made sure not to show it; not hard because he was bathing another man (and it was Minho for crying out loud-he would do anything for him as well as the others-and besides that, he’d been taking care of him all close like that going on 4 years) but because he knew it was he who inflicted all the bruises and swelling. If they weren’t pressed for time, he’d kiss every blemish, everywhere it hurt…. but for now he’d settle with…
“Fuck, fuck Jinki…”
Having the boy cornered and swallowing every inch of him.
He’d been sly in his approach. When it came time to wash Minho’s lower body, he got on his knees and scrubbed everywhere, purposely missing the parts he was “saving for last.” Getting to them finally, he gave a deep massage to Minho’s sack using the cloth and hardened himself when the boy moaned. It was at some point during that massage that Minho couldn’t take it and had backed into the crevasse of the tile walls to support himself; from then on it was even harder to stay up, or keep quiet for the matter. Jinki’d wrapped the soapy cloth around the whole length of his younger partner and started to “scrub”. He murmured soothing words to Minho, stroking faster. When he got the sponge to rinse him off, his mouth accidently-on-purpose bumped into Minho’s tip-and he proceeded to look up dangerously and lock eyes with him the entire time while he sucked him blind. Now it was at the point where Minho was getting close to his peak and he was trying to buck his hips-something Onew was not having.
“Patience, Minho-ah,” he whispered when he let go with a smack. His tongue made circles around his tip over and over. Again, he’d tease him like that all day if they didn’t have to show that they were still alive. Growling in his head, Onew grasped the boys hips as he slide his mouth over him again, this time as deep as his throat would permit, and groaned to make Minho’s climax a little more interesting.
“H-hyung...shit.”
Don’t you fucking look away.
Minho moaned louder and bit his bottom lip, making the “disgusted/beautiful” face as he watched himself going in and out of his leader’s red lips. His already short nails almost chipped off from clawing at the tile. Onew’s makeshift vibrator wasn’t making things any easier for him either.
His head automatically went back when he suddenly exploded, feeling like he was about to bust at the seams from all the ribbons of pleasure that shot throughout his entire body. Looking down was the best mistake he probably ever made; Jinki’s Adam’s apple bobbed from swallowing the milky essence. He had the most pleased yet ravenous expression- much like, (damn him for thinking it) whenever ate some bomb ass chicken. Minho was still flushed when Onew finished up by licking all around his mouth like a cat.
“Taste good?” Minho breathed out with a small smirk.
His partner chucked darkly as he got to his feet. They were face to dripping face. Onew gave a trembling look.
“Yes but…don’t take my word for it.” He licked Minho’s lips while still gazing dead into his eyes.
A shaky Minho didn’t even have to answer, and he couldn’t even if tried. Onew’s warm mouth was on his in a second, conquering and devouring. Gripping and grabbing the back of each other’s neck, they ended up under the water again-Minho preferred that anyway. The liquid heat was amazing against his skin as he pressed tighter to the older boy and sucked on his tongue, bottom lip, top lip, nipped his chin. Jinki was right- he did taste pretty good.
Once they were through in the shower, they dried off and Minho let his hyung patch him up as much as he could before he did the same for him. They dressed and held hands until they reached the area everyone else was in. Both were reluctant to let go, but no one more than Minho. Thankfully the shy boy didn’t even have to say anything.
Onew rubbed his fingers before releasing his hand completely and smiled sadly at him.
“Don’t worry. I’m never going to leave your side.”
******
He didn’t.
He took the manager’s chewing out right along Minho, who agreed that they had gotten into a friendly tousle and ended up hurting themselves, so they let some noonas fix them up a bit. Jonghyun only grinned and shook his head. Taemin looked confused (and still upset that he, the best dancer of the group, still couldn’t get that spin right) and Key only bitched more about them and their image- the middle member also obviously didn’t believe that bullshit just from the way he eyed Onew’s half-hard crotch. Now he’s really going to find out Minho mentally groaned.
“And why didn’t they put make-up on you?” Key continued suspiciously. Jonghyun rolled his eyes as he walked by with a lollipop stick sticking out his mouth. “The hell is this? If you’re gonna try and hide marks at least make it decent.” He snorted as Minho let him study his face. “Whoever heard of not using make-up? I can do a better job than that. Fucking-God, Minho! How could you let this happen!?” He furiously dabbed some skin-tone blush on the younger boy’s face as if to say the first three layers didn’t satisfy him. “Imagine walking out like this and the shawols saw you two! They’d have a heart attack-
“Yeah, just like the one you’re having right now,” Jjong piped and grabbed Key by the middle. “Let’s go umma, Leeteuk and Heechul hyungs just came in.” He then winked at the pair and drug the protesting younger off with all his strength. Minho laughed and turned to an equally cake-faced Onew.
“Now why did I have to get scolded the most as soon as we arrived?”
“Like I said-he’s scary.” His thumb went back to his chest. “But I’M the leader.
“Let’s switch positions then.”
The older boy laughed out loud, both at the irony and Minho’s idea; he rustled the boy’s hair before pinching his cheek and walking off to greet the Super Junior members too. “I’ll think about it.”
Minho smiled, then laughed again when the shorter boy turned and ran almost straight into the wall.
There was the cold Onew.
There was also the diabolic Jinki.
But this was the Dubu he wanted for all time.
Ew lol T_T
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Author: dria1029
Pairings: Onho
Genre: Romance, Angst, Fluff (towards the end)
Warnings: scarytop!Jinki, rough Onho porn
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Minho let his insecurities hold him back, and Jinki responds in the only way he knows how.
a/n: The fluff...the killer fluff...so-corny-can't-compute-urrghhhghghrejgn80tgm950pe
When he awoke, his head felt heavier than it did whenever he got hangovers from the soju. It hurt to sit up, yet he forced himself to do it, cringing at the sting of his whole lower half. Without even looking in the mirror next to him, he knew he was a train wreak: hurting scalp, messy hair, bruises and bite marks here and there, dry lips and mouth, reddened skin, torn shirt. But the dark humor (and the blush) came to him when he saw the clotted semen that trailed down from the lower middle half of the mirrored wall- an unmentionable stain everyone got to see before the janitor got to it.
That and the blood on the floor…which wasn’t there anymore as he stretched his eyes open even more and straightened himself. He rubbed his head in confusion as he stared at the spot. Put two and two together when he saw the bloodied rag-cloth off to the side where there wasn’t much light.
From the slight shuffling, he knew the mysterious cleaner was right across from him. And indeed he was. Sitting next to the mirror with his knees up as a buff, shirtless silhouette instead of a visible body since not much light spread over there either.
Whether Onew knew if he was up or not, he sighed.
Then Minho heard a whisper.
“You never said it back. I waited, but you never did…”
And immediately Minho knew.
The flashbacks came back full force, causing his heart to beat in shame, relief and…
“Saranghae, Jinki-hyung,” he said gently. “I’m sorry.”
It looked like the sad sounding silhouette stiffened, but Minho didn’t know for sure. Just in case, he disregarded his hoarse voice and said it louder.
“Saranghae…” he stared earnestly at the figure. “Saranghae, Saranghae.”
Still no reply. Not one movement.
“Hyung…please. I thought I didn’t hear you say it. I-I…I refused to think you did. How could I know that you had feelings for me, much less think you’d…love me like I love..." He trailed, still unable to resist his moronic word vomiting. "I know even Jonghyun and Key and Minnie know how you are about…love. Caught his breath again, before his voice hitched. “I didn’t think it was possible, so I made myself ignore it. It had to have been in my head. And this whole time…this whole time I’ve been secretly happy; even if it was just in my head, that was enough for me. Even if you didn’t really say it, just imagining you did made my heart beat faster and hurt less from your impartiality afterwards.” He blushed violently. “Which I now know the reason for…”
It was hard to stay up on his elbows, so he pushed himself against the wall. Heat met ice and it made Minho hiss; he didn’t think about the many bruises that were probably on his back. Instead, he stayed alert to any sign. Anything from the man in the dark. The man who retained silence in the storm…
“I didn’t think it were possible for you to love me back. It would have been stupid of me, I really thought. I thought I was just Minho. That younger kid you looked after because you had to. The boy…” Noona Luna from F(x) came to mind painfully then “…you only really liked because I was always best when it came to waking you up.”
A cross between a cough and small laugh resounded in the vast room. It put the tiniest smile of relief on Minho’s lips, which quickly disappeared when he spoke again, this time more softly.
“I was scared Onew. And to be honest…I still am.”
So please…
He hadn’t meant to seem melodramatic. It was the only way to put it all out there. He knew no other way to ask for another chance. That it was a grave blend of misunderstanding and insecurity was now made crystal clear. He’d explained…he’d let the older boy take his anger out on him. In turn he either created or unleashed a monster he never wanted to experience again ‘At least not to that extent’ he thought, blushing even harder.
He swallowed hard when all he continued to hear was the rain.
I don’t know what else to do.
He was about to close his weakened eyes in defeat when suddenly, he saw the silhouette steadily get to its feet. Slowly it scraped its sneakered feet in his direction. The squeaks stopped when Onew stood where the light touched the darkness. His face shined wetly-the aftermath of trying to smear away the evidence of tears after crying. Oxymoron in the flesh- a ripped idol who had the heart of a lamb. Minho accessed him all over, from his trembling fingers to his heaving chest, before meeting his eyes.
That was all it took.
Without hesitation, Onew practically ran the rest of the way, dropped and threw himself into Minho’s arms. But what he hadn’t predicted, what he hadn’t realized, was who needed who more in their arms. Somehow in their tight embrace, Minho’s head had ended up in Jinki’s chest. Jinki’s hand cradled the back of it in all of its raven silkiness. His face was nestled at the top of it, inhaling the boy’s natural scent-the other arm draped securely around his slim back.
And Minho locked his fingers-making sure he couldn’t get out of hugging the other boy’s waist with all his might. Dots of moisture continued to smear into Onew’s chest, but both far from minded.
They remained like that for a while. Even as Onew spoke into his hair.
“It’s not stupid to go with what you feel,” he started. “And you’re not stupid Minho, you’ve never been and you never will be. You’re smart, you’re talented, you’re charming, you’re hot-
Minho snorted slightly.
“-and you’ve always been beautiful to me. I may never have shown how I really felt, but that was only because I was scared too. There was so much going on in my mind…”
Beautiful boy
Onew stroked his head and sighed; the hot breath warmed Minho’s scalp and gave him tingles for some reason. “But that’s no excuse for the way I treated you. Mianheyo, Minho.” Lips pressed themselves atop the taller boy’s head before they opened to speak again. “I promise I won’t ever do that again. I promise and I need you to hold me to it.”
He took Minho’s head by the temples and set it up so they faced one another. The same lips met Minho’s forehead tenderly. “Mianheyo,” Onew repeated. Then he smiled and flicked the younger’s nose.
The drizzling rain stopped altogether. Had there been a window, Minho would have finally seen his precious sun slide out from behind the clouds.
Or maybe he wouldn’t have noticed at all. Where he was, the room was already glowing.
He smiled back.
“Saranghae,” he whispered.
“Saranghae,” the leader agreed.
For no particular reason, the pair started to giggle. It was inconceivable, but it couldn’t be helped. They ended up with Onew was sitting with his back on the glass and Minho between his legs sitting in the same direction; the older boy had his arms around the younger with his head resting on his shoulder. Just talking. Not paying attention to anything else but what each other had to say. Minho joking about Onew needing to change the choreography and Onew immediately agreeing with him with a guilty look. Only when Onew’s treacherous stomach started growling again did the boys remember they were supposed to catch up with the other members much earlier.
“Key is going to send a search party if we don’t leave now,” Minho remarked. Sadly, he wasn’t kidding. Onew grunted out his agreement, but nudged Minho with his cheek-Minho turned to have his lips captured quickly.
“They will still have to wait,” he murmured. “There’s no way we’re going looking like this.” His eyes skimmed longingly down his partner’s chest, bulge, legs, feet…then back to the face right in his. His voice deepened. “Besides, I still need to make it up to you.”
“Make what up?”
Onew smirked but didn’t reply. Instead he carefully slid up to his feet and put a hand out for Minho. Once he was on his feet too, Onew went to throw their bag straps over one shoulder. He then squatted. “C’mon.”
“Hyung, Key is going to kill us.”
“Bwoh? Hey, he may be scary, but I’m still leader.” He turned to him and winked. “Now c’mon.”
Minho chuckled and childishly climbed on his elder’s back. Dubu kinda struggled, but they made it out the studio in one piece. Minho turned the switch off for the one light still on before they were out the threshold.
*****
“Making up” took up even more time, but no one was complaining. Once they got to the showers, Onew was a man true to his word. With Minho’s delicacy in mind, he dismissed the idea of intercourse altogether and settled on other options. Before tending to himself, he carefully bathed his dongsaeng and washed his hair. Though a hard task for him, he made sure not to show it; not hard because he was bathing another man (and it was Minho for crying out loud-he would do anything for him as well as the others-and besides that, he’d been taking care of him all close like that going on 4 years) but because he knew it was he who inflicted all the bruises and swelling. If they weren’t pressed for time, he’d kiss every blemish, everywhere it hurt…. but for now he’d settle with…
“Fuck, fuck Jinki…”
Having the boy cornered and swallowing every inch of him.
He’d been sly in his approach. When it came time to wash Minho’s lower body, he got on his knees and scrubbed everywhere, purposely missing the parts he was “saving for last.” Getting to them finally, he gave a deep massage to Minho’s sack using the cloth and hardened himself when the boy moaned. It was at some point during that massage that Minho couldn’t take it and had backed into the crevasse of the tile walls to support himself; from then on it was even harder to stay up, or keep quiet for the matter. Jinki’d wrapped the soapy cloth around the whole length of his younger partner and started to “scrub”. He murmured soothing words to Minho, stroking faster. When he got the sponge to rinse him off, his mouth accidently-on-purpose bumped into Minho’s tip-and he proceeded to look up dangerously and lock eyes with him the entire time while he sucked him blind. Now it was at the point where Minho was getting close to his peak and he was trying to buck his hips-something Onew was not having.
“Patience, Minho-ah,” he whispered when he let go with a smack. His tongue made circles around his tip over and over. Again, he’d tease him like that all day if they didn’t have to show that they were still alive. Growling in his head, Onew grasped the boys hips as he slide his mouth over him again, this time as deep as his throat would permit, and groaned to make Minho’s climax a little more interesting.
“H-hyung...shit.”
Don’t you fucking look away.
Minho moaned louder and bit his bottom lip, making the “disgusted/beautiful” face as he watched himself going in and out of his leader’s red lips. His already short nails almost chipped off from clawing at the tile. Onew’s makeshift vibrator wasn’t making things any easier for him either.
His head automatically went back when he suddenly exploded, feeling like he was about to bust at the seams from all the ribbons of pleasure that shot throughout his entire body. Looking down was the best mistake he probably ever made; Jinki’s Adam’s apple bobbed from swallowing the milky essence. He had the most pleased yet ravenous expression- much like, (damn him for thinking it) whenever ate some bomb ass chicken. Minho was still flushed when Onew finished up by licking all around his mouth like a cat.
“Taste good?” Minho breathed out with a small smirk.
His partner chucked darkly as he got to his feet. They were face to dripping face. Onew gave a trembling look.
“Yes but…don’t take my word for it.” He licked Minho’s lips while still gazing dead into his eyes.
A shaky Minho didn’t even have to answer, and he couldn’t even if tried. Onew’s warm mouth was on his in a second, conquering and devouring. Gripping and grabbing the back of each other’s neck, they ended up under the water again-Minho preferred that anyway. The liquid heat was amazing against his skin as he pressed tighter to the older boy and sucked on his tongue, bottom lip, top lip, nipped his chin. Jinki was right- he did taste pretty good.
Once they were through in the shower, they dried off and Minho let his hyung patch him up as much as he could before he did the same for him. They dressed and held hands until they reached the area everyone else was in. Both were reluctant to let go, but no one more than Minho. Thankfully the shy boy didn’t even have to say anything.
Onew rubbed his fingers before releasing his hand completely and smiled sadly at him.
“Don’t worry. I’m never going to leave your side.”
******
He didn’t.
He took the manager’s chewing out right along Minho, who agreed that they had gotten into a friendly tousle and ended up hurting themselves, so they let some noonas fix them up a bit. Jonghyun only grinned and shook his head. Taemin looked confused (and still upset that he, the best dancer of the group, still couldn’t get that spin right) and Key only bitched more about them and their image- the middle member also obviously didn’t believe that bullshit just from the way he eyed Onew’s half-hard crotch. Now he’s really going to find out Minho mentally groaned.
“And why didn’t they put make-up on you?” Key continued suspiciously. Jonghyun rolled his eyes as he walked by with a lollipop stick sticking out his mouth. “The hell is this? If you’re gonna try and hide marks at least make it decent.” He snorted as Minho let him study his face. “Whoever heard of not using make-up? I can do a better job than that. Fucking-God, Minho! How could you let this happen!?” He furiously dabbed some skin-tone blush on the younger boy’s face as if to say the first three layers didn’t satisfy him. “Imagine walking out like this and the shawols saw you two! They’d have a heart attack-
“Yeah, just like the one you’re having right now,” Jjong piped and grabbed Key by the middle. “Let’s go umma, Leeteuk and Heechul hyungs just came in.” He then winked at the pair and drug the protesting younger off with all his strength. Minho laughed and turned to an equally cake-faced Onew.
“Now why did I have to get scolded the most as soon as we arrived?”
“Like I said-he’s scary.” His thumb went back to his chest. “But I’M the leader.
“Let’s switch positions then.”
The older boy laughed out loud, both at the irony and Minho’s idea; he rustled the boy’s hair before pinching his cheek and walking off to greet the Super Junior members too. “I’ll think about it.”
Minho smiled, then laughed again when the shorter boy turned and ran almost straight into the wall.
There was the cold Onew.
There was also the diabolic Jinki.
But this was the Dubu he wanted for all time.
Ew lol T_T
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