Come Find Me
rating: pg
genre: au, romance
pairing: minho/key
length: chaptered
word count: ~1k wc
summary: in which minho and key fall in and out of love.
Come Find Me
A story by Yoonis
The last thing Jinki remembered was the taste of her lipstick. Funny thing was that it didn’t really taste like anything fruity or the way Jinki imagined it to taste like from numerous pieces of writing and internal narratives spewed in movies.
It just tasted like powder or something inorganic like that. Her lips were dry, too - way too chapped, but Jinki tried to associate it to something romantic. All he could come up with was the gravel of his childhood house where he scraped his knees one too many times. That’s why his knees were dented and drawn with darker and lighter skin. He hated his knees.
Then he was gone.
He woke up with a pounding headache localized to the right side of his head, coincidentally, the same side of his face that was lying flat on the cold floor. He couldn’t pry that eye open yet, so he had to make do with his left one.
It took a few beats for his eyesight to make sense of the cloudy shapes. He counted to five: one, a red door that looked like it weighed more than him. Two, gray brick walls. Three, uneven cemented floors, prickling his cheek with invisible cold needles, as well as the backs of his hands and the front of his feet, a little bit of his lower stomach, basically everything of him that was in direct contact with it. Four, distant sounds of... a door closing? Footsteps? Jinki would be worried, except he could feel eyes on him. Five, he’s not alone.
The second presence in the room came into Jinki’s view as a boy who couldn’t be older than 19, back against the wall as he slid slowly to the side. He was watching Jinki like he had every right to be petrified of the unarmed, poisoned (and probably battered) being lying helplessly on the floor. Jinki figured he had a little fight in him, and he could probably take this guy if he had to. He might not have ever had sex before - which explained his enthusiasm at the thought of a woman interested in renting her body out to him for a night. He blinded himself from the fishy qualities that probably would not have gone unnoticed even by a by-stander a mountain away - but Jinki had been in a few fights before. Yeah, he could take this kid down. He just needed a few seconds or something.
Fuck, Jinki thought as soon as his competitor gradually progressed closer to him. There was one light that dangled above them. The close the stranger got, the more lit his face was. Jinki didn’t understand it. He was a lot ganglier than Jinki suspected, but he inspected him with a curiosity that made him aware of every hair on his body.
“Wha-“ Jinki croaked. He was parched. “Who, where-“ Jinki didn’t know what to ask first. It didn’t matter. The kid was on the move and out of sight.
--
2 years ago
Jinki was in his twenties when he moved from the city to a small town just a little bit outside of where his mother grew up. He thought he would feel more at home there. He never felt like he fit in the city. That was when it started, when he couldn’t help the feeling that he was being watched.
Weird, he thought. When he was troubled by the task of finding someone to be with, he never really felt alone. It wasn’t just on his way to work or when he built a routine throughout the day, he also felt that way when he was at home despite living by his lonesome.
Some nights, Jinki couldn’t sleep. He shut the blinds, hid under his covers. It helped sometimes. If it didn’t, he turned the TV on and watched whatever was on and kept him from thinking.
--
It was when the kid tried to turn Jinki’s body to lie on his back that the older boy realized that he probably had a few broken ribs. That was totally unnecessary. He groaned, but he didn’t fight it. The cold felt better on his back than on his front. Besides, lying on his stomach was close to grinding the cement with how turned on he was.
--
1 year and 6 months ago
After the first six months, Jinki gave in. Whatever it was, whoever it was, it wore him down. He didn’t notice that he began to choose and pick his clothes now, that he started to care that shirt didn’t go with those pants. Also, his pants could stand to be a little tighter.
There were times when Jinki thought he began to see someone in his periphery. This was mostly when he was out. At home, it was dead silent. One night, Jinki left the blinds open as he slipped out of his clothes. He was hard even before the garter of his boxers slid from his waist. He stood by his window and looked out into the darkness while the TV played in the background. The news was on, and it was reporting the same thing it did since Jinki moved to town; something about heavy rain, something about a sick cannibalistic beast out on the loose, something about cute dogs performing cute tricks - it didn’t matter.
What mattered to Jinki was that he wanted this person to watch him fuck his own hand. Jinki wanted this person to know that he was ready. He showed it in the speed of his hand pumping himself, the way he strained his eyes open and fogged the glass of his window with his breath, the way he left the glass moist with spin and sweat and fingerprints and maybe a little bit of cum. He’d bite his lip until it bled. For some reason, he thought his admirer would like that.
--
3 months ago
Jinki was part frustration, part determination. He quit his job and dedicated the rest of his time and effort to his quest to find the eyes in the darkness. Many times, it just felt like he was chasing a ghost.
He wrote love letters on his window glass, left an extra key under the mat, cooked dinner for two, all for a guest that never came.
--
2 months ago
By the next month, Jinki was all desperation. It was then that the clues began to manifest.
Jinki followed the trail led by his sixth sense, asked around, found the right people, and eventually found himself in the company of a woman that got him just one degree away. He was ready. He fattened himself up a bit with only the best produce and meat. Only the best for his beloved.
--
Jinki’s feet were being bound together by the ankles. Seconds later, he was being hauled up, upside down. God, he was so fucking hard. He wished to be bitten, touched, anything. He would take anything.
Jinki spun a bit and was given a brief tour of the room from the center. A wave of jealousy crashed over him at the thought of the others who had been here before him. They probably just stumbled into the arms of his beloved, unwilling, while Jinki groomed himself for months to be just right.
He felt a touch by his calf and he felt as though it was enough to make him explode in his jeans. Jinki whimpered. He had expectations, and he knew his beloved knew of them too, from the many messages he left. He wiggled and thrust his hips as best he could in the position he was in. The younger grinned at Jinki and his smile lit up the cellar like a million floodlights.
“Okay, my sweet,” he said, and Jinki likened his voice to velvet. He grazed his knuckles over Jinki’s groin just enough for him to know he was there, but not nearly enough to satisfy him. “I’ll have this first.”
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genre: au, romance
pairing: minho/key
length: chaptered
word count: ~1k wc
summary: in which minho and key fall in and out of love.
Come Find Me
A story by Yoonis
The last thing Jinki remembered was the taste of her lipstick. Funny thing was that it didn’t really taste like anything fruity or the way Jinki imagined it to taste like from numerous pieces of writing and internal narratives spewed in movies.
It just tasted like powder or something inorganic like that. Her lips were dry, too - way too chapped, but Jinki tried to associate it to something romantic. All he could come up with was the gravel of his childhood house where he scraped his knees one too many times. That’s why his knees were dented and drawn with darker and lighter skin. He hated his knees.
Then he was gone.
He woke up with a pounding headache localized to the right side of his head, coincidentally, the same side of his face that was lying flat on the cold floor. He couldn’t pry that eye open yet, so he had to make do with his left one.
It took a few beats for his eyesight to make sense of the cloudy shapes. He counted to five: one, a red door that looked like it weighed more than him. Two, gray brick walls. Three, uneven cemented floors, prickling his cheek with invisible cold needles, as well as the backs of his hands and the front of his feet, a little bit of his lower stomach, basically everything of him that was in direct contact with it. Four, distant sounds of... a door closing? Footsteps? Jinki would be worried, except he could feel eyes on him. Five, he’s not alone.
The second presence in the room came into Jinki’s view as a boy who couldn’t be older than 19, back against the wall as he slid slowly to the side. He was watching Jinki like he had every right to be petrified of the unarmed, poisoned (and probably battered) being lying helplessly on the floor. Jinki figured he had a little fight in him, and he could probably take this guy if he had to. He might not have ever had sex before - which explained his enthusiasm at the thought of a woman interested in renting her body out to him for a night. He blinded himself from the fishy qualities that probably would not have gone unnoticed even by a by-stander a mountain away - but Jinki had been in a few fights before. Yeah, he could take this kid down. He just needed a few seconds or something.
Fuck, Jinki thought as soon as his competitor gradually progressed closer to him. There was one light that dangled above them. The close the stranger got, the more lit his face was. Jinki didn’t understand it. He was a lot ganglier than Jinki suspected, but he inspected him with a curiosity that made him aware of every hair on his body.
“Wha-“ Jinki croaked. He was parched. “Who, where-“ Jinki didn’t know what to ask first. It didn’t matter. The kid was on the move and out of sight.
--
2 years ago
Jinki was in his twenties when he moved from the city to a small town just a little bit outside of where his mother grew up. He thought he would feel more at home there. He never felt like he fit in the city. That was when it started, when he couldn’t help the feeling that he was being watched.
Weird, he thought. When he was troubled by the task of finding someone to be with, he never really felt alone. It wasn’t just on his way to work or when he built a routine throughout the day, he also felt that way when he was at home despite living by his lonesome.
Some nights, Jinki couldn’t sleep. He shut the blinds, hid under his covers. It helped sometimes. If it didn’t, he turned the TV on and watched whatever was on and kept him from thinking.
--
It was when the kid tried to turn Jinki’s body to lie on his back that the older boy realized that he probably had a few broken ribs. That was totally unnecessary. He groaned, but he didn’t fight it. The cold felt better on his back than on his front. Besides, lying on his stomach was close to grinding the cement with how turned on he was.
--
1 year and 6 months ago
After the first six months, Jinki gave in. Whatever it was, whoever it was, it wore him down. He didn’t notice that he began to choose and pick his clothes now, that he started to care that shirt didn’t go with those pants. Also, his pants could stand to be a little tighter.
There were times when Jinki thought he began to see someone in his periphery. This was mostly when he was out. At home, it was dead silent. One night, Jinki left the blinds open as he slipped out of his clothes. He was hard even before the garter of his boxers slid from his waist. He stood by his window and looked out into the darkness while the TV played in the background. The news was on, and it was reporting the same thing it did since Jinki moved to town; something about heavy rain, something about a sick cannibalistic beast out on the loose, something about cute dogs performing cute tricks - it didn’t matter.
What mattered to Jinki was that he wanted this person to watch him fuck his own hand. Jinki wanted this person to know that he was ready. He showed it in the speed of his hand pumping himself, the way he strained his eyes open and fogged the glass of his window with his breath, the way he left the glass moist with spin and sweat and fingerprints and maybe a little bit of cum. He’d bite his lip until it bled. For some reason, he thought his admirer would like that.
--
3 months ago
Jinki was part frustration, part determination. He quit his job and dedicated the rest of his time and effort to his quest to find the eyes in the darkness. Many times, it just felt like he was chasing a ghost.
He wrote love letters on his window glass, left an extra key under the mat, cooked dinner for two, all for a guest that never came.
--
2 months ago
By the next month, Jinki was all desperation. It was then that the clues began to manifest.
Jinki followed the trail led by his sixth sense, asked around, found the right people, and eventually found himself in the company of a woman that got him just one degree away. He was ready. He fattened himself up a bit with only the best produce and meat. Only the best for his beloved.
--
Jinki’s feet were being bound together by the ankles. Seconds later, he was being hauled up, upside down. God, he was so fucking hard. He wished to be bitten, touched, anything. He would take anything.
Jinki spun a bit and was given a brief tour of the room from the center. A wave of jealousy crashed over him at the thought of the others who had been here before him. They probably just stumbled into the arms of his beloved, unwilling, while Jinki groomed himself for months to be just right.
He felt a touch by his calf and he felt as though it was enough to make him explode in his jeans. Jinki whimpered. He had expectations, and he knew his beloved knew of them too, from the many messages he left. He wiggled and thrust his hips as best he could in the position he was in. The younger grinned at Jinki and his smile lit up the cellar like a million floodlights.
“Okay, my sweet,” he said, and Jinki likened his voice to velvet. He grazed his knuckles over Jinki’s groin just enough for him to know he was there, but not nearly enough to satisfy him. “I’ll have this first.”
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