[drabbles] onew-focused, jongho
tainted hospital; onew focused with onho/onkey
a/n: drabble stemmed from kind of an RP i was doing? it's very loose/flowy.
warning: abuse.
jinki isn't sure what's happening, but suddenly he's pushing minho back and away from him, coughing out a string of blood. he wrenches his wrist away from minho's grip, immediately turning on his heel to run out of the kitchen.
minho stops him, one hand coming to fist in his hair before tugging and pushing, yanking him down to his foot level and beginning to kick him. he only stops when he feels jinki's body go still, only stops when he hears the screaming in his mind finally fade to a dull roar. it's at then he realizes and sees jinki's bloody body, wrist bent at an unnatural angle and blood in places there shouldn't be blood and holy shit when had he gotten so thin
he leans closer to jinki and puts his ear against jinki's (bloody) lips, feeling nothing. "jinki. if you're alive, answer me or breathe."
there's silence.
"jinki." again, another nudge. suddenly a tiny, scared cough comes from him, jinki weakly opening his eyes.
"m-minho," he whispers, trying to sit up, but minho stops him and makes him stay laying down. "minho, it hurts."
"what hurts, baby?" the pet name throws jinki off, but he doesn't pay much mind to it. because minho is here, minho is holding him and brushing hair away from his face, minho is holding him and everything is perfect.
"m-my wrist," he replies weakly, "a-and my...ribs..."
"stay right here, okay jinki? i'll be right back." minho presses a kiss to his lips, and it's so warm and full of love that jinki just wants to break out into tears.
jinki obediently waits, watching minho walk out the door dialing a number.
and he waits.
because it's what a boyfriend does, right?
after twenty minutes and still no minho, he manages to crawl over to the phone by the entrance, picking it up to dial an ambulance (and then minho). however he sees the phone line has been ripped out, and he fights the urge to just break down and sob.
somehow he manages to stumble-crawl out the door, barely making it past an alleyway a few blocks away before collapsing.
the last thing he remembers is a soft caress and leaning into it before he closes his eyes, ready to sleep. because sleep sounded so perfect right now.
------
when he wakes up, he's in a hospital, with kibum sitting next to him and smiling shyly.
"you're awake," he says, reaching over and squeezing his hand, moisture glistening from his eyes. "oh my god, you're awake."
"where am i?" jinki croaks out, hating how his voice sounds after a period of not-talking. "and-"
"jinki, relax. you're in a hospital in the next town over. you've been out for a week. today is saturday."
"but what about minho?" kibum blinks, racking his memory banks, before his eyes light up.
"that tall kid?"
"yeah, he's my boyfriend and i think he's worried about me." kibum raises an eyebrow, crossing one leg over the other and leaning back into his chair.
"you think he's worried? jesus, jinki." he leans closer to jinki to brush hair out of his face, and freezes when jinki suddenly flinches and weakly pushes him away.
"w-well, i fell down the stairs..."
"so falling down the stairs equals two broken ribs, a fractured wrist, several bruises on your collarbone, a split lip requiring four stitches and me flinching away when i tried to touch you?"
"i'm a special case," jinki tries to joke, but kibum narrows his eyes. "kibum, it's okay. we had a fight, and -"
"he beats you, jinki. he beats you, he flips shit over mundane things, and he expect you to cater to him."
"we had a fight," jinki says again, staring at him in disbelief. "that's what couples do, they fight. not like you would know."
"i happen to like someone, thank you very much," kibum hisses out, biting his bottom lip and glaring at the older male.
"who is it? that kid who comes into your house and sleeps sometimes? kibum, you even know him?"
"his name is jonghyun, not 'that kid'," kibum spits out, eyes filling with venom. "jesus," he says again, turning on his heel and storming out of jinki's room.
the last thing kibum hears is the beginnings of a choked sob and a whimper of minho. kibum smiles bitterly, looking down at the cellphone in his hand and hovering his finger over an option, before pressing confirm.
text message from minho deleted his phone chirps out; and he smiles.
confinement; jongho
a/n: same deal, loosely written. :)
warnings: serious illness (hiv), really.
jonghyun realizes how much he misses minho in this moment. he misses laughing and smiling with him, he misses that boy that used to hang around him (with the beautiful eyesmile and love that just seems to radiate from him. jinki, was that his name, he muses?), he misses their weird awkward friendship they shared.
but now minho's here, laughing and telling jokes with him to make jonghyun cheer up. it's (thankfully) working, and jonghyun briefly forgets his cloud of depression. he smiles and reaches for minho's shoulder, squeezing it and giving him a wide smile.
minho freezes violently, pulling away from jonghyun and pushing him back, breath starting to come in quick, nervous pants.
"minho? what's the matter? ah, do you have a bruise there?"
"no. i just don't want you touching me, hyung. you're sick. what if i get sick?"
"...minho, it's not...it's not contagious. it's only contagious if..." he flushes looking down, coughing once (and feeling something pool in his veins when he notices minho step furthur back at him coughing) "b-basically unless we share a needle or have sex, you can't get sick."
minho says nothing, eyes narrowing. "doctors are wrong all the time, jonghyun. what if you touch me and i get sick? i don't want jinki getting sick. and taemin's really young too."
"if you don't want him getting sick, why are you cheating on him with taemin?" jonghyun spits out, reaching for his hat and scarf. "jesus, minho. i'm leaving."
"good."
jonghyun stops and stares at his (former) best friend, and really looks at him. "i'm sorry you feel that way, minho. but...just, when you have sex with jinki or taemin, be safe about it?"
"my boyfriends don't sleep around. they're not known as the 'club bicycle'. they're not notorious for taking any attractive male to bed and allowing themselves to be debauched by just anyone."
"minho, stop it. that's enough." jonghyun's shaking now, lower lip quivering and trying to hold back sobs. he casts his eyes down, shaking fingers putting his hat and scarf on. "stop it. kibum stopped doing that."
"hardly," minho rolls his eyes, a soft snort of air escaping him. "might want to ask him yourself. he's been using again. jinki's been coming home with more and more money."
"whatever, minho. see you later."
"shut the door on your way out. and don't come back until you're better, hyung. i can't afford to have taemin or jinki getting sick."
jonghyun finally turns around, storming out of minho's apartment and heading back to his home, tears blurring his vision and shaking. he opens the door (to the too-quiet apartment) and crosses over to sit down on the couch, wrapping himself up more in his scarf and finally breaking down.
he barely even notices when kibum comes home hours later, still on that infamous cloud of high. kibum lets him fall asleep in his lap while he's stroking and smoothing his hair the way he knows jonghyun likes it. as he's doing so, he realizes something:
at least one person isn't afraid to touch me.
the feelings of bitterness and bile rise up in his throat.
a/n: drabble stemmed from kind of an RP i was doing? it's very loose/flowy.
warning: abuse.
jinki isn't sure what's happening, but suddenly he's pushing minho back and away from him, coughing out a string of blood. he wrenches his wrist away from minho's grip, immediately turning on his heel to run out of the kitchen.
minho stops him, one hand coming to fist in his hair before tugging and pushing, yanking him down to his foot level and beginning to kick him. he only stops when he feels jinki's body go still, only stops when he hears the screaming in his mind finally fade to a dull roar. it's at then he realizes and sees jinki's bloody body, wrist bent at an unnatural angle and blood in places there shouldn't be blood and holy shit when had he gotten so thin
he leans closer to jinki and puts his ear against jinki's (bloody) lips, feeling nothing. "jinki. if you're alive, answer me or breathe."
there's silence.
"jinki." again, another nudge. suddenly a tiny, scared cough comes from him, jinki weakly opening his eyes.
"m-minho," he whispers, trying to sit up, but minho stops him and makes him stay laying down. "minho, it hurts."
"what hurts, baby?" the pet name throws jinki off, but he doesn't pay much mind to it. because minho is here, minho is holding him and brushing hair away from his face, minho is holding him and everything is perfect.
"m-my wrist," he replies weakly, "a-and my...ribs..."
"stay right here, okay jinki? i'll be right back." minho presses a kiss to his lips, and it's so warm and full of love that jinki just wants to break out into tears.
jinki obediently waits, watching minho walk out the door dialing a number.
and he waits.
because it's what a boyfriend does, right?
after twenty minutes and still no minho, he manages to crawl over to the phone by the entrance, picking it up to dial an ambulance (and then minho). however he sees the phone line has been ripped out, and he fights the urge to just break down and sob.
somehow he manages to stumble-crawl out the door, barely making it past an alleyway a few blocks away before collapsing.
the last thing he remembers is a soft caress and leaning into it before he closes his eyes, ready to sleep. because sleep sounded so perfect right now.
------
when he wakes up, he's in a hospital, with kibum sitting next to him and smiling shyly.
"you're awake," he says, reaching over and squeezing his hand, moisture glistening from his eyes. "oh my god, you're awake."
"where am i?" jinki croaks out, hating how his voice sounds after a period of not-talking. "and-"
"jinki, relax. you're in a hospital in the next town over. you've been out for a week. today is saturday."
"but what about minho?" kibum blinks, racking his memory banks, before his eyes light up.
"that tall kid?"
"yeah, he's my boyfriend and i think he's worried about me." kibum raises an eyebrow, crossing one leg over the other and leaning back into his chair.
"you think he's worried? jesus, jinki." he leans closer to jinki to brush hair out of his face, and freezes when jinki suddenly flinches and weakly pushes him away.
"w-well, i fell down the stairs..."
"so falling down the stairs equals two broken ribs, a fractured wrist, several bruises on your collarbone, a split lip requiring four stitches and me flinching away when i tried to touch you?"
"i'm a special case," jinki tries to joke, but kibum narrows his eyes. "kibum, it's okay. we had a fight, and -"
"he beats you, jinki. he beats you, he flips shit over mundane things, and he expect you to cater to him."
"we had a fight," jinki says again, staring at him in disbelief. "that's what couples do, they fight. not like you would know."
"i happen to like someone, thank you very much," kibum hisses out, biting his bottom lip and glaring at the older male.
"who is it? that kid who comes into your house and sleeps sometimes? kibum, you even know him?"
"his name is jonghyun, not 'that kid'," kibum spits out, eyes filling with venom. "jesus," he says again, turning on his heel and storming out of jinki's room.
the last thing kibum hears is the beginnings of a choked sob and a whimper of minho. kibum smiles bitterly, looking down at the cellphone in his hand and hovering his finger over an option, before pressing confirm.
text message from minho deleted his phone chirps out; and he smiles.
confinement; jongho
a/n: same deal, loosely written. :)
warnings: serious illness (hiv), really.
jonghyun realizes how much he misses minho in this moment. he misses laughing and smiling with him, he misses that boy that used to hang around him (with the beautiful eyesmile and love that just seems to radiate from him. jinki, was that his name, he muses?), he misses their weird awkward friendship they shared.
but now minho's here, laughing and telling jokes with him to make jonghyun cheer up. it's (thankfully) working, and jonghyun briefly forgets his cloud of depression. he smiles and reaches for minho's shoulder, squeezing it and giving him a wide smile.
minho freezes violently, pulling away from jonghyun and pushing him back, breath starting to come in quick, nervous pants.
"minho? what's the matter? ah, do you have a bruise there?"
"no. i just don't want you touching me, hyung. you're sick. what if i get sick?"
"...minho, it's not...it's not contagious. it's only contagious if..." he flushes looking down, coughing once (and feeling something pool in his veins when he notices minho step furthur back at him coughing) "b-basically unless we share a needle or have sex, you can't get sick."
minho says nothing, eyes narrowing. "doctors are wrong all the time, jonghyun. what if you touch me and i get sick? i don't want jinki getting sick. and taemin's really young too."
"if you don't want him getting sick, why are you cheating on him with taemin?" jonghyun spits out, reaching for his hat and scarf. "jesus, minho. i'm leaving."
"good."
jonghyun stops and stares at his (former) best friend, and really looks at him. "i'm sorry you feel that way, minho. but...just, when you have sex with jinki or taemin, be safe about it?"
"my boyfriends don't sleep around. they're not known as the 'club bicycle'. they're not notorious for taking any attractive male to bed and allowing themselves to be debauched by just anyone."
"minho, stop it. that's enough." jonghyun's shaking now, lower lip quivering and trying to hold back sobs. he casts his eyes down, shaking fingers putting his hat and scarf on. "stop it. kibum stopped doing that."
"hardly," minho rolls his eyes, a soft snort of air escaping him. "might want to ask him yourself. he's been using again. jinki's been coming home with more and more money."
"whatever, minho. see you later."
"shut the door on your way out. and don't come back until you're better, hyung. i can't afford to have taemin or jinki getting sick."
jonghyun finally turns around, storming out of minho's apartment and heading back to his home, tears blurring his vision and shaking. he opens the door (to the too-quiet apartment) and crosses over to sit down on the couch, wrapping himself up more in his scarf and finally breaking down.
he barely even notices when kibum comes home hours later, still on that infamous cloud of high. kibum lets him fall asleep in his lap while he's stroking and smoothing his hair the way he knows jonghyun likes it. as he's doing so, he realizes something:
at least one person isn't afraid to touch me.
the feelings of bitterness and bile rise up in his throat.