Onhohoho: Minho 1/?
Author: kpopforlife
Word Count: 881
Rating: PG-13 (Jong likes to make inappropriate jokes)
Pairing/Focus: Onho
Genre: Fluff, romance, humor
Summary: These are excerpts of Minho's POV from Onhohoho.
A/N: I don't have a beta so please excuse my shoddy grammar.
Corresponds with Chapter 6
'This is stupid. I shouldn’t be doing this. What am I thinking? What is so hard about just not dating? It isn’t that hard Minho! Why are you doing this? You had a plan! And one cute guy sits next to you and everything just falls to pieces. You are just pathetic,' Minho mutter to himself as he walked to the last few blocks to the stadium.
Regardless of what he should be doing, he knew he couldn’t stand Onew up, and lord knows he didn’t really want to.
The older boy was just magnetic to Minho.
His personality oozed sunshine and Minho needed it badly. He still hadn’t fully recovered from the incident before; he was nervous and jumpy, especially at his new school where he didn’t know anyone. He wasn’t quite ready to open up to people; still hiding in his protective shell.
But Onew was different.
Minho could feel it.
The older boy didn’t try to pry and never acted fake; he was just happy and friendly all the time. He didn’t try to befriend Minho with any sort of agenda; it was just his personality to be kind to everyone. He was the opposite of Minho. And Minho really liked that. And that scared him more than anything.
He could see himself with Onew. But the last thing he needed was for the past to repeat itself. It was simply too dangerous to try dating. Nothing good could come from it. Taemin was more important to him that any short-term relationship. And even though he knew that Taemin didn't blame him for anything, he couldn't help but blame himself.
'He doesn’t like you. This is just going out as friends. No big deal. You are just watching a soccer game together. Doing normal, manly things. He doesn’t like you. It will be fine.” Minho continued to mentally prep himself for this not-date.
He had just reached the stadium and quickly scanned the crowd for Onew. He shifted nervously from foot to foot, every second feeling like an eternity as his brain continued to scream about how incredibly stupid he was for even showing up. Why on earth did he agree to a non-date with the boy he was majorly crushing on? How stupid could he get?
He wasn’t left with his thoughts for long however, he saw the older boy walking towards him, that heart-stopping smile plastered on his face.
'Oh fuck,' Minho's brain screamed, his eyes zeroing in on the tightest pants he had ever seen.
'Fuck, fuck, fuck! Why is he wearing that? Oh my god what am I going to do?' Minho’s eyes were practically bugging out of his head, all the smooth, creamy skin peaking out from the rips looked so deliciously flawless. His pale skin contrasting against the dark blue jean material in the most appealing way possible, Minho bit back a growl.
'I’m so fucked,' Minho groaned to himself. He should have known better, if the boy looked so attractive in a drab school uniform then of course he would look like a walking sex god in normal clothes.
Onew bound up to him, almost bumping into him as he came to a halt, invading Minho’s personal space in such an inviting way.
Minho clinched his jaw, his hands balled into fists inside the pockets of his jeans as he forced his eyes to stay focused above Onew’s waist. It was going to create a seriously embarrassing problem for him if he continued to allow himself to imagine what all that skin would feel like. ‘He is really trying to kill me isn’t he?’
“You didn’t wait long did you Minho-ah?” Onew asked politely.
“No Onew-ssi, I just go here as well,” Minho managed to stutter back. His ability to think was slowly slipping away as Onew’s scent assaulted his senses. Everything about the older boy was so appealing that Minho could barely function. ‘Just keep looking at his face. Don’t look like you are checking him out. Do not check him out. Eyes on the face Minho! Eyes on the face!’
“You know you can just call me Onew right? Or hyung if you prefer, no need for the formalities,” Onew said, a kind smile on his face.
“Alright hyung,” Minho muttered, enjoying how the familiar term rolled off his tongue effortlessly. ‘Oh this is bad. Very, very bad,' he thought to himself.
An awkward silence overtook them as Minho’s eyes scanned eagerly over Onew’s gentle face.
“Umm hyung, what did you do to your head,” Minho asked, concern seeping into his tone when he noticed the red bump on his forehead, the faintest tinges of purple and green had begun to appear around the edges.
Onew’s face turned a bight shade of red, clearly embarrassed that Minho had noticed, “I kind of fell down,” he said quietly.
“Oh,” Minho responded stupidly.
“So should we, uhh, go in or something?” Onew asked, obviously trying to change the subject.
Minho couldn’t help but smile; Onew was just so cute. He nodded, reminding himself to keep his hands to himself as they made the short walk to the entrance.
Minho sighed mentally, ‘this is such a terrible idea. How am I ever going to get over him if he keeps being so perfect?’
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Just a little peak into Minho's head... obviously he makes some references to things we haven't exactly learned just yet... be patient.