fic: (third time's) the charm
(Third Time's) The Charm
549w; pg
Onew/Minho; Jonghyun/Taemin
an aside/sequel to Occipital Bounce
0. It doesn't count because Jonghyun was there, as well as that random guy by the bathroom that acted like he'd never met Minho before.
1. Onew drinks him under the table, again, and Minho is sure of nothing but the marks on his neck. Which, yes. They are really there.
2. It really wasn't fair, the way Onew could hold his alcohol like that. It really wasn't fair that Minho only got increasingly bizarre flashbacks of their nights together as the week progressed. Had he really taken his shirt off and danced on the table?
3. He's going to do it right this time. Take Onew out on a date, that is.
He obviously needs help with that though so he asks the only person he can. "Jonghyun, what's the most boring date you can think of? Preferably one that leaves no chances of either party getting drunk."
"Um, I don't know. Dinner and a movie at home?" Jonghyun swivels in his chair, half paying attention, half beaming at the potted plant and card Taemin left on his desk earlier.
They annoyed him, those two. With their big smiles and stupid hugs and stolen kisses and Minho swore to everything that if he saw Jonghyun petting Taemin one more time he was prepared to puke. Or gut himself. Or gut them. Whichever. Bottom line was, he hated it.
Because he wanted it.
Minho wanted to be romantic, and even though Onew didn't seem to mind his utter failings at it, he wanted to put a sweet blush on the other man's cheeks. "Dinner won't work, he might ask for wine or something."
“Whats wrong with that? He’s not the one with the problem.”
Jonghyun’s right. “You’re right.”
“Thank me later.”
He shows up at Onew’s apartment a couple of hours before he knows the other man gets home from work. “Lee Jinki isn’t here, Choi Minho.” Seohyun chirps over the intercom.
“I know, but let me in Seohyun, I want to surprise him.” The door opens extremely slowly, like maybe she’s not so sure this is a good idea. Its not.
Onew arrives home an hour early because Seohyun told him someone was trying to burn his house down, only to find Minho in his kitchen. “Hi…” he says cautiously.
“Ok, so now I get why you guys let your houses cook for you, I don’t know how to work any of this stuff in here.”
“I see that.” Onew sneezes. “Maybe we should go to another room.”
Minho gets to know some very intimate details about Onew. Like how he is allergic to flowers, and really Seohyun should have told him that when he brought them in. Then there’s the whole ‘scared of horror movies’ thing.
“This is not turning out how I planned it.” They’re eating bread, Onew sitting across the table with a tissue box next to him.
“What was the plan? Besides getting laid?”
The scuff mark on the bottom of the table leg looks really nice, Minho takes in its understated beauty. “I was trying to be romantic.”
“Minho, its fine, really.” Onew’s too kind, and sweet, and wow he’s kind of hot when he smiles like that. ”We could just... share this bottle of wine?” Minho thunks his head against the table.
A/N: You will never separate me from Failho, never :|
549w; pg
Onew/Minho; Jonghyun/Taemin
an aside/sequel to Occipital Bounce
0. It doesn't count because Jonghyun was there, as well as that random guy by the bathroom that acted like he'd never met Minho before.
1. Onew drinks him under the table, again, and Minho is sure of nothing but the marks on his neck. Which, yes. They are really there.
2. It really wasn't fair, the way Onew could hold his alcohol like that. It really wasn't fair that Minho only got increasingly bizarre flashbacks of their nights together as the week progressed. Had he really taken his shirt off and danced on the table?
3. He's going to do it right this time. Take Onew out on a date, that is.
He obviously needs help with that though so he asks the only person he can. "Jonghyun, what's the most boring date you can think of? Preferably one that leaves no chances of either party getting drunk."
"Um, I don't know. Dinner and a movie at home?" Jonghyun swivels in his chair, half paying attention, half beaming at the potted plant and card Taemin left on his desk earlier.
They annoyed him, those two. With their big smiles and stupid hugs and stolen kisses and Minho swore to everything that if he saw Jonghyun petting Taemin one more time he was prepared to puke. Or gut himself. Or gut them. Whichever. Bottom line was, he hated it.
Because he wanted it.
Minho wanted to be romantic, and even though Onew didn't seem to mind his utter failings at it, he wanted to put a sweet blush on the other man's cheeks. "Dinner won't work, he might ask for wine or something."
“Whats wrong with that? He’s not the one with the problem.”
Jonghyun’s right. “You’re right.”
“Thank me later.”
He shows up at Onew’s apartment a couple of hours before he knows the other man gets home from work. “Lee Jinki isn’t here, Choi Minho.” Seohyun chirps over the intercom.
“I know, but let me in Seohyun, I want to surprise him.” The door opens extremely slowly, like maybe she’s not so sure this is a good idea. Its not.
Onew arrives home an hour early because Seohyun told him someone was trying to burn his house down, only to find Minho in his kitchen. “Hi…” he says cautiously.
“Ok, so now I get why you guys let your houses cook for you, I don’t know how to work any of this stuff in here.”
“I see that.” Onew sneezes. “Maybe we should go to another room.”
Minho gets to know some very intimate details about Onew. Like how he is allergic to flowers, and really Seohyun should have told him that when he brought them in. Then there’s the whole ‘scared of horror movies’ thing.
“This is not turning out how I planned it.” They’re eating bread, Onew sitting across the table with a tissue box next to him.
“What was the plan? Besides getting laid?”
The scuff mark on the bottom of the table leg looks really nice, Minho takes in its understated beauty. “I was trying to be romantic.”
“Minho, its fine, really.” Onew’s too kind, and sweet, and wow he’s kind of hot when he smiles like that. ”We could just... share this bottle of wine?” Minho thunks his head against the table.
A/N: You will never separate me from Failho, never :|