Ashtray Heart [2/?]
Title: Ashtray Heart [2/?]
Pairing: OnHo, 2Min
Rating: R
Word Count: 1355
Genre: angst, smut, slice of life
Summary: Minho cheated. And now he regrets it dearly.
Previous chapters: PROLOGUE, 1
The next day leaves Minho with a lot to think about. When he wakes up and feels something warm and delicate pressed against his body he panics for a moment. But then he remembers.
He’s at home, with Taeminnie. Everything is alright. It’s his beloved boyfriend sleeping soundly in his arms. Everything’s okay.
Except it’s not.
It takes Minho full five minutes to finally move and crane his neck to glance at the watch. It’s five in the morning. He still has about two hours before Taemin wakes up.
Somehow he doesn’t feel like sleeping anymore though.
Having Taemin so close, so comfortingly close feels ridiculously odd after those four months of his absence.
Four months, Minho thinks, cringing in pain. Four months of waiting and on the last day I cheated on him.
When Taemin got his scholarship, Minho knew he was going to miss him immensely- it’s not like he hasn’t been missing him every single day he’d go to his school. Studying was extremely important to the young boy and sometimes Minho couldn’t help but feel as if he was only number two on Taemin’s importance list. It kind of hurt.
But, surprisingly, instead of feeling angry or disappointed at the announcement, Minho felt happy. Indescribably happy. And so, so proud of his little Minnie.
He always knew that getting a scholarship and going to Japan for medical apprenticeship were Taeminnie’s biggest dreams. And even if pursuing them meant to spend together even less of that tiny amount of time they could have for each other, Minho was okay with it. Because above all, he wished for Taemin to be happy.
But something broke in him two nights ago, that ill-fated night. It was Taemin’s birthday, a day they’d always spent with each other, even before they got to be together. And yet there he was, alone and upset, wanting nothing but curl up in his bed and stare into nothingness.
That was the reason why he called Jonghyun and said he needed to go somewhere to celebrate his boyfriend’s birthday. It was an excuse for the opportunity of getting drunk senseless.
Jonghyun bought it, of course, probably needing to look for a certain someone in a place he was so often present.
That love struck-puppy, I swear…
And so they went to the bar that he and Jonghyun knew well. Not because Minho liked drinking- he actually avoided alcohol, drinking only in special occasions- and that one was really special. They knew the place so well because Jonghyun had a huge crush on the bartender.
So when his best friend got rid of him, in a way, and he was left alone at a table with a set of eight shots, he wasted no time in absorbing as much alcohol as it was possible for him without losing consciousness right away.
He was just finishing the third shot when his eyes caught a person sitting by another lonely table.
His face heats up at the mere memory.
The guy looked a bit older than him, more mature, more composed. He had chestnut, straight hair, thick brows, big, beautifully shaped lips. What was most outstanding about him, would be his eyes. Almond-like eyes carefully following whatever he was reading.
Minho, already feeling dizzy, couldn’t tear his gaze from the reading boy. There was something in his eyes, just barely hooded, something so captivating and yet heartbreaking that it made him unable to look back.
That was when he stood up somewhat wobbly and walked towards the other guy.
What happened afterwards is a blur. He can’t remember a single thing.
Or rather, he does, he remembers everything- from the confused look the chestnut guy gave him when he sat next to him down to the erratic breathing coming from his drained from screaming throat. And- him leaving just as he woke up, without even scribbling down a note.
He remembers fucking everything. But he refuses to acknowledge that.
Carefully not to wake his boyfriend up, he scoots away from him and stands up, walking up to the window.
He opens it and lets the cool, morning breeze wash over him-
“Minho?” comes a raspy mutter, and the said guy turns his head to the bed.
Taemin’s scraping his shut eyes, his lips twisted in a cute half-asleep pout that melts Minho’s heart.
“Yes, Minnie?”
“C’mere, it’s early” comes a sleepy reply and the other boy can’t help but chuckle at the younger’s demanding arms, extended blindly in his direction.
“I couldn’t sleep” he says, slowly stepping into the bed’s direction. Taemin frowns and still doesn’t open his eyes and Minho grabs both his wrists.
“Then lay down and sleep”
Eloquent as ever, Minho laughs.
He obeys the demand, sprawling himself on the bed, throwing his arm around his boyfriend’s middle. He seems to be drifting off to his sleep already.
Minho’s hand gently caresses the prominent hipbone as he watches the very relaxed, peaceful face of the angelic boy.
If someone would hurt his boy, Minho would not hesitate and just kill the damn bastard.
Too bad now the damn bastard turns out to be him.
♠ ♠ ♠
“Minho? Baby?”
“Yes, Minnie?” Minho answers his phone, while looking for Jonghyun’s copy of Chris Isaak’s album. That damn romantic actually forced him to ‘listen to some good music’ which Minho didn’t have time nor need to do. And now Jonghyun’s been missing his beloved CD so much these days that Minho just had to find it and finally return it to the owner.
“Um, can I ask you a favor? A really quick one?”
The drawers, the bookshelf, the wardrobe, where the hell is this damn CD…
“Anything, Minnie” he says, his cellphone tucked between his arm and ear, as he rummages through his shelves.
“Um, look, there is this book I really need- it’s about anatomical pathology and I really need it for my thesis. And since I’m going to be home rather late, I wondered if you could go to that big library two streets away and just-“
“Sure, Minnie, just give me the title” Minho cut him, now searching in his bag. Damn Jonghyun and his romantic soul.
“I’ll text it to you along with the author” the relief is so obvious in Taemin’s voice that it makes Minho’s hand stop for a moment. Did he think he’d refuse?... “Thank you, Minho. You saved my life just now.”
Minho has no idea how can a book about anatomical pathology save one’s life, but he smiles at the words.
And the following moment, he winces.
Your smile is so sad… as if you wanted to convey your sadness in your smile…
It’s not like I need to try hard.
Stop it. Smile. Just… really smile. For me. Just once. Please.“… you’re welcome, baby. See you at home” he mumbles, trying to shush the voice inside his head.
Stop it, stop it, just shut up you damn little-
“See you, love” Taemin responds with an obvious grin in his voice and hangs up.
Love.
I, um, I’m with a friend.
Screw Jonghyun’s needs.
♠ ♠ ♠
Minho’s never been to the library on their estate, but he knows that Taemin loves going there once in a while. Minho’s not a bookworm to say the least. He actually doesn’t like reading. Maybe he just can’t anything hooking enough for him; but fact is fact. That’s why he’s slightly hesitant when he enters the building to search for the said book.
As he rummages through the endless bookshelves, he finds himself more and more desperate. He’s not familiar with the way the books are placed in the library, so he just tries to search through all of them, not bothering to notice the alphabetical order or the banding.
He’s restless and exasperated as he tries to find the damn book. He reads the titles of the row of what seems to be biological books when his focused mind is interrupted by a silent gasp.
He lifts his head hesitantly and then stops dead in his tracks when his gaze lock with two specific almond-like eyes.
Pairing: OnHo, 2Min
Rating: R
Word Count: 1355
Genre: angst, smut, slice of life
Summary: Minho cheated. And now he regrets it dearly.
Previous chapters: PROLOGUE, 1
The next day leaves Minho with a lot to think about. When he wakes up and feels something warm and delicate pressed against his body he panics for a moment. But then he remembers.
He’s at home, with Taeminnie. Everything is alright. It’s his beloved boyfriend sleeping soundly in his arms. Everything’s okay.
Except it’s not.
It takes Minho full five minutes to finally move and crane his neck to glance at the watch. It’s five in the morning. He still has about two hours before Taemin wakes up.
Somehow he doesn’t feel like sleeping anymore though.
Having Taemin so close, so comfortingly close feels ridiculously odd after those four months of his absence.
Four months, Minho thinks, cringing in pain. Four months of waiting and on the last day I cheated on him.
When Taemin got his scholarship, Minho knew he was going to miss him immensely- it’s not like he hasn’t been missing him every single day he’d go to his school. Studying was extremely important to the young boy and sometimes Minho couldn’t help but feel as if he was only number two on Taemin’s importance list. It kind of hurt.
But, surprisingly, instead of feeling angry or disappointed at the announcement, Minho felt happy. Indescribably happy. And so, so proud of his little Minnie.
He always knew that getting a scholarship and going to Japan for medical apprenticeship were Taeminnie’s biggest dreams. And even if pursuing them meant to spend together even less of that tiny amount of time they could have for each other, Minho was okay with it. Because above all, he wished for Taemin to be happy.
But something broke in him two nights ago, that ill-fated night. It was Taemin’s birthday, a day they’d always spent with each other, even before they got to be together. And yet there he was, alone and upset, wanting nothing but curl up in his bed and stare into nothingness.
That was the reason why he called Jonghyun and said he needed to go somewhere to celebrate his boyfriend’s birthday. It was an excuse for the opportunity of getting drunk senseless.
Jonghyun bought it, of course, probably needing to look for a certain someone in a place he was so often present.
That love struck-puppy, I swear…
And so they went to the bar that he and Jonghyun knew well. Not because Minho liked drinking- he actually avoided alcohol, drinking only in special occasions- and that one was really special. They knew the place so well because Jonghyun had a huge crush on the bartender.
So when his best friend got rid of him, in a way, and he was left alone at a table with a set of eight shots, he wasted no time in absorbing as much alcohol as it was possible for him without losing consciousness right away.
He was just finishing the third shot when his eyes caught a person sitting by another lonely table.
His face heats up at the mere memory.
The guy looked a bit older than him, more mature, more composed. He had chestnut, straight hair, thick brows, big, beautifully shaped lips. What was most outstanding about him, would be his eyes. Almond-like eyes carefully following whatever he was reading.
Minho, already feeling dizzy, couldn’t tear his gaze from the reading boy. There was something in his eyes, just barely hooded, something so captivating and yet heartbreaking that it made him unable to look back.
That was when he stood up somewhat wobbly and walked towards the other guy.
What happened afterwards is a blur. He can’t remember a single thing.
Or rather, he does, he remembers everything- from the confused look the chestnut guy gave him when he sat next to him down to the erratic breathing coming from his drained from screaming throat. And- him leaving just as he woke up, without even scribbling down a note.
He remembers fucking everything. But he refuses to acknowledge that.
Carefully not to wake his boyfriend up, he scoots away from him and stands up, walking up to the window.
He opens it and lets the cool, morning breeze wash over him-
“Minho?” comes a raspy mutter, and the said guy turns his head to the bed.
Taemin’s scraping his shut eyes, his lips twisted in a cute half-asleep pout that melts Minho’s heart.
“Yes, Minnie?”
“C’mere, it’s early” comes a sleepy reply and the other boy can’t help but chuckle at the younger’s demanding arms, extended blindly in his direction.
“I couldn’t sleep” he says, slowly stepping into the bed’s direction. Taemin frowns and still doesn’t open his eyes and Minho grabs both his wrists.
“Then lay down and sleep”
Eloquent as ever, Minho laughs.
He obeys the demand, sprawling himself on the bed, throwing his arm around his boyfriend’s middle. He seems to be drifting off to his sleep already.
Minho’s hand gently caresses the prominent hipbone as he watches the very relaxed, peaceful face of the angelic boy.
If someone would hurt his boy, Minho would not hesitate and just kill the damn bastard.
Too bad now the damn bastard turns out to be him.
♠ ♠ ♠
“Minho? Baby?”
“Yes, Minnie?” Minho answers his phone, while looking for Jonghyun’s copy of Chris Isaak’s album. That damn romantic actually forced him to ‘listen to some good music’ which Minho didn’t have time nor need to do. And now Jonghyun’s been missing his beloved CD so much these days that Minho just had to find it and finally return it to the owner.
“Um, can I ask you a favor? A really quick one?”
The drawers, the bookshelf, the wardrobe, where the hell is this damn CD…
“Anything, Minnie” he says, his cellphone tucked between his arm and ear, as he rummages through his shelves.
“Um, look, there is this book I really need- it’s about anatomical pathology and I really need it for my thesis. And since I’m going to be home rather late, I wondered if you could go to that big library two streets away and just-“
“Sure, Minnie, just give me the title” Minho cut him, now searching in his bag. Damn Jonghyun and his romantic soul.
“I’ll text it to you along with the author” the relief is so obvious in Taemin’s voice that it makes Minho’s hand stop for a moment. Did he think he’d refuse?... “Thank you, Minho. You saved my life just now.”
Minho has no idea how can a book about anatomical pathology save one’s life, but he smiles at the words.
And the following moment, he winces.
Your smile is so sad… as if you wanted to convey your sadness in your smile…
It’s not like I need to try hard.
Stop it. Smile. Just… really smile. For me. Just once. Please.“… you’re welcome, baby. See you at home” he mumbles, trying to shush the voice inside his head.
Stop it, stop it, just shut up you damn little-
“See you, love” Taemin responds with an obvious grin in his voice and hangs up.
Love.
I, um, I’m with a friend.
Screw Jonghyun’s needs.
♠ ♠ ♠
Minho’s never been to the library on their estate, but he knows that Taemin loves going there once in a while. Minho’s not a bookworm to say the least. He actually doesn’t like reading. Maybe he just can’t anything hooking enough for him; but fact is fact. That’s why he’s slightly hesitant when he enters the building to search for the said book.
As he rummages through the endless bookshelves, he finds himself more and more desperate. He’s not familiar with the way the books are placed in the library, so he just tries to search through all of them, not bothering to notice the alphabetical order or the banding.
He’s restless and exasperated as he tries to find the damn book. He reads the titles of the row of what seems to be biological books when his focused mind is interrupted by a silent gasp.
He lifts his head hesitantly and then stops dead in his tracks when his gaze lock with two specific almond-like eyes.