Take Me For A Walk In The Morning Dew (Prologue)
Pairing: OnHo
Rating: PG
The First Trimester (part 1/2)
1.
It was on days like these that Onew wished his relationship wasn’t the best kept secret in Seoul. He wasn’t asking for Minho to announce them to the world, but if at least his parents knew his mother wouldn’t be texting him right now, telling him she had set up another blind date with the daughter of some acquaintances hoping he’d fall for her.
He sighed deeply before pushing his phone back into his pants and continued with the pile of paper in front of him.
He had learned long ago, around the third time he had refused to meet up with those girls, that it was easier to just show up, smile and pay for the bill. His parents would never fail to give him a call within an hour of him leaving the establishment, no doubt having gotten a call from the girl’s parents, who in turn got a call from their daughter, asking him when he would call her again. He never did.
Instead he always went back home to his “room mate” and fell asleep in his arms. He was happy Minho was so understanding of his parents, “Well, he better be.” Onew mumbled to himself, as he finished yet another folder full of numbers and letters - his refusal to announce their relationship was the sole reason Onew was running on blind dates once or twice a month.
Minho always claimed he didn’t want to get Onew’s skyrocketing career in trouble, or a bunch of other excuses, but Onew always knew he was afraid the rest of the world would react like his parents and shun him like they had.
They never spoke on the topic but Onew knew they had hurt the younger terribly. He had been there to witness it personally.
The date was for tonight, though, which meant he’d have to cancel his and Minho’s movie night. He pulled the phone back out of the pocket and unlocked the screen. It would be better to tell him now, before he rented the movie and bought the chips on his way home from the university.
He set the phone on his desk once he was done, waiting for a reply while he finished yet another file.
Onew had gotten a job at one of the most prominent accountant firms in Seoul before he had even graduated university. Of course the job back then hadn’t been what it was now, but he had quickly risen in ranks from an assistant on the fifth floor to having his own desk and cubicle on the 14th floor.
Minho would always joke he had more than twenty floors left above him, but Onew’s sharp brain and excellent work had already ensured him a raise and he was expecting a promotion at any moment; one of his bosses several floors above him was retiring and that would cause a domino effect of promotions all the way down to his level and even lower.
And if Onew’s supervisor hadn’t been wrong, there was a high probability of Onew getting that spot on the 16th floor (he wasn’t skipping a floor really, it was just that the 15th floor was where the company canteen was located).
The phone on his desk buzzed, the screen flashing, and Onew caught a glimpse of Minho’s one word reply before the screen went black again. Minho might have been understanding, but that didn’t mean Onew’s blind dates, and on their movie night on top of that, didn’t hurt his feelings.
When the elder texted him back with a promise of making it up, and when Minho still replied him with that a simple “ok” Onew wished he could cancel the whole thing all together.
The afternoon rolled by way too quickly, the arms on the clock never stopping to take a break, and the pile of work on Onew’s desk steadily decreased until it was almost gone and it was seven o’clock.
He pushed his chair back with his legs and rose with a heavy heart, turning the desk lamp he had turned on a few hours ago off and grabbing his suit jacket.
The blind date would be in half an hour at a restaurant a few blocks away, he’d been there three times before, always with a girl but never with Minho, and the older decided he needed to take his own boyfriend out more often.
He parked his car in front of the restaurant no more than fifteen minutes later. The place was one of those more expensive ones, which meant the girl was probably from a richer family as well, and Onew was not looking forward to this evening at all.
The last three dates there had been disastrous, and Onew felt like starting the engine and speeding all the way back to his and Minho’s shared apartment but instead he found himself getting out of the car and walking in through the double glass doors.
His mother had reserved a table for two under his name and he followed the maitre’d to a table in the far back corner. His mother always did that, asking for private tables as if the date had to be kept in secret because he was cheating or something.
Which technically he almost was, but there was no need to keep the dates a secret because those who knew of Minho and him also knew about Onew’s frequent blind dates. No one was going to tell on him to his boyfriend if they saw Onew in a restaurant with a girl.
Speaking of which, the girl was twenty minutes late, Onew noted, as he flipped trough the menu one more time. He had a hard time choosing between two main courses when the maitre’d announced his date had arrived and Onew shot up from his chair so quickly it almost toppled over.
He gave her an once-over as he walked around the table and pulled out her chair, noticing the designer bag she carelessly tossed next to one of the legs of the table and the expensive necklace around her neck.
It was going to be a long evening.
2.
The lights in their apartment were still on when Onew rounded the corner to their street with his car. His wallet was currently a lot thinner and lighter than it had been that morning, courtesy of his mother for booking a table at that restaurant, and the date had been a disaster.
His mother had called a few minutes ago, asking how it had gone. The girl had apparently been pleased; her parents hinting about a second date. No way.
“Minho-ah, I’m home!” Onew kicked the door behind him shut with his leg as he threw his keys onto the table one of Minho’s friends had placed there. He was studying interior design at Minho’s university and had insisted, after visiting their home for the first time, that this was no way to live.
And perhaps he had been right because the two of them hadn’t even bothered to buy a bed, sleeping on a mattress straight on the floor for about two months until even Minho had given in and let the guy do what ever he wanted to.
“In here!” The voice came from their bedroom and Onew quickly kicked off his dress shoes, made it halfway trough the living-room before turning back and placing them neatly where they belonged before hurrying towards the bedroom.
Minho was lying on the bed, already dressed in his pajamas, reading one of his many books. He didn’t look up as Onew walked in and threw his suit jacket over a chair in the corner.
“You’re late.” Onew couldn’t help but smile, because even if he couldn’t see the others expression because the book was in the way, he could hear the sulky tone and imagine the cute pout that accompanied it.
It took three and a half footsteps to reach the side of the bed and Minho finally lowered the book when he felt the bed dip.
“I’m sorry baby, she was late and so she made me late, too.” The older bent down to kiss his boyfriend’s temple, smiling at the adorable, sulky expression that was still there, but gradually fading away.
“How was she? Fall in love?” There was a small smile tugging at the corner of Minho’s plump lips as Onew groaned.
“Can’t believe my mother thought she would suit me!” The younger snickered, closing the book, sitting up and throwing his legs over the edge of the bed.
“Really, you should have seen her. I bet she didn’t smile once during the whole time and she was so rude to the staff.” The older exclaimed as he threw his tie over the same chair and ran a hand trough his hair.
“Come ‘ere”
Onew didn’t have to be told twice as he walked back over to the bed and straddled Minho’s lap, hiding his face against the younger’s neck and breathed in his scent. He felt strong fingers brush through his hair and he relaxed into the touch, the long day finally settling in.
“Tired, hyung?” The older merely nodded, smiling weakly as Minho unbuttoned his shirt and pulled it off, tossing it on the floor before rolling Onew off him and tugging his pants off.
“Good night, Minho-ah, I love you.” The younger pulled the covers out from underneath his boyfriend who was already half-asleep and covered him before sliping in as well.
“Love you too, hyung.”
The First Trimester (part 1/2)
A/N: My first onho and I jump straight to mpreg... hope I do good. Constructive criticism is greatly appreciated and if you notice any flaws (grammatical, typos or anything else) please let me know so I can fix it.
Also, i owe koteunkaendi a biiiiiiiiig thank you for being my unofficial beta - I owe you so much choc (◕‿◕)
I'm sorry the spacing (at least when i look at the entry on my computer) is totally off
Rating: PG
The First Trimester (part 1/2)
1.
It was on days like these that Onew wished his relationship wasn’t the best kept secret in Seoul. He wasn’t asking for Minho to announce them to the world, but if at least his parents knew his mother wouldn’t be texting him right now, telling him she had set up another blind date with the daughter of some acquaintances hoping he’d fall for her.
He sighed deeply before pushing his phone back into his pants and continued with the pile of paper in front of him.
He had learned long ago, around the third time he had refused to meet up with those girls, that it was easier to just show up, smile and pay for the bill. His parents would never fail to give him a call within an hour of him leaving the establishment, no doubt having gotten a call from the girl’s parents, who in turn got a call from their daughter, asking him when he would call her again. He never did.
Instead he always went back home to his “room mate” and fell asleep in his arms. He was happy Minho was so understanding of his parents, “Well, he better be.” Onew mumbled to himself, as he finished yet another folder full of numbers and letters - his refusal to announce their relationship was the sole reason Onew was running on blind dates once or twice a month.
Minho always claimed he didn’t want to get Onew’s skyrocketing career in trouble, or a bunch of other excuses, but Onew always knew he was afraid the rest of the world would react like his parents and shun him like they had.
They never spoke on the topic but Onew knew they had hurt the younger terribly. He had been there to witness it personally.
The date was for tonight, though, which meant he’d have to cancel his and Minho’s movie night. He pulled the phone back out of the pocket and unlocked the screen. It would be better to tell him now, before he rented the movie and bought the chips on his way home from the university.
He set the phone on his desk once he was done, waiting for a reply while he finished yet another file.
Onew had gotten a job at one of the most prominent accountant firms in Seoul before he had even graduated university. Of course the job back then hadn’t been what it was now, but he had quickly risen in ranks from an assistant on the fifth floor to having his own desk and cubicle on the 14th floor.
Minho would always joke he had more than twenty floors left above him, but Onew’s sharp brain and excellent work had already ensured him a raise and he was expecting a promotion at any moment; one of his bosses several floors above him was retiring and that would cause a domino effect of promotions all the way down to his level and even lower.
And if Onew’s supervisor hadn’t been wrong, there was a high probability of Onew getting that spot on the 16th floor (he wasn’t skipping a floor really, it was just that the 15th floor was where the company canteen was located).
The phone on his desk buzzed, the screen flashing, and Onew caught a glimpse of Minho’s one word reply before the screen went black again. Minho might have been understanding, but that didn’t mean Onew’s blind dates, and on their movie night on top of that, didn’t hurt his feelings.
When the elder texted him back with a promise of making it up, and when Minho still replied him with that a simple “ok” Onew wished he could cancel the whole thing all together.
The afternoon rolled by way too quickly, the arms on the clock never stopping to take a break, and the pile of work on Onew’s desk steadily decreased until it was almost gone and it was seven o’clock.
He pushed his chair back with his legs and rose with a heavy heart, turning the desk lamp he had turned on a few hours ago off and grabbing his suit jacket.
The blind date would be in half an hour at a restaurant a few blocks away, he’d been there three times before, always with a girl but never with Minho, and the older decided he needed to take his own boyfriend out more often.
He parked his car in front of the restaurant no more than fifteen minutes later. The place was one of those more expensive ones, which meant the girl was probably from a richer family as well, and Onew was not looking forward to this evening at all.
The last three dates there had been disastrous, and Onew felt like starting the engine and speeding all the way back to his and Minho’s shared apartment but instead he found himself getting out of the car and walking in through the double glass doors.
His mother had reserved a table for two under his name and he followed the maitre’d to a table in the far back corner. His mother always did that, asking for private tables as if the date had to be kept in secret because he was cheating or something.
Which technically he almost was, but there was no need to keep the dates a secret because those who knew of Minho and him also knew about Onew’s frequent blind dates. No one was going to tell on him to his boyfriend if they saw Onew in a restaurant with a girl.
Speaking of which, the girl was twenty minutes late, Onew noted, as he flipped trough the menu one more time. He had a hard time choosing between two main courses when the maitre’d announced his date had arrived and Onew shot up from his chair so quickly it almost toppled over.
He gave her an once-over as he walked around the table and pulled out her chair, noticing the designer bag she carelessly tossed next to one of the legs of the table and the expensive necklace around her neck.
It was going to be a long evening.
2.
The lights in their apartment were still on when Onew rounded the corner to their street with his car. His wallet was currently a lot thinner and lighter than it had been that morning, courtesy of his mother for booking a table at that restaurant, and the date had been a disaster.
His mother had called a few minutes ago, asking how it had gone. The girl had apparently been pleased; her parents hinting about a second date. No way.
“Minho-ah, I’m home!” Onew kicked the door behind him shut with his leg as he threw his keys onto the table one of Minho’s friends had placed there. He was studying interior design at Minho’s university and had insisted, after visiting their home for the first time, that this was no way to live.
And perhaps he had been right because the two of them hadn’t even bothered to buy a bed, sleeping on a mattress straight on the floor for about two months until even Minho had given in and let the guy do what ever he wanted to.
“In here!” The voice came from their bedroom and Onew quickly kicked off his dress shoes, made it halfway trough the living-room before turning back and placing them neatly where they belonged before hurrying towards the bedroom.
Minho was lying on the bed, already dressed in his pajamas, reading one of his many books. He didn’t look up as Onew walked in and threw his suit jacket over a chair in the corner.
“You’re late.” Onew couldn’t help but smile, because even if he couldn’t see the others expression because the book was in the way, he could hear the sulky tone and imagine the cute pout that accompanied it.
It took three and a half footsteps to reach the side of the bed and Minho finally lowered the book when he felt the bed dip.
“I’m sorry baby, she was late and so she made me late, too.” The older bent down to kiss his boyfriend’s temple, smiling at the adorable, sulky expression that was still there, but gradually fading away.
“How was she? Fall in love?” There was a small smile tugging at the corner of Minho’s plump lips as Onew groaned.
“Can’t believe my mother thought she would suit me!” The younger snickered, closing the book, sitting up and throwing his legs over the edge of the bed.
“Really, you should have seen her. I bet she didn’t smile once during the whole time and she was so rude to the staff.” The older exclaimed as he threw his tie over the same chair and ran a hand trough his hair.
“Come ‘ere”
Onew didn’t have to be told twice as he walked back over to the bed and straddled Minho’s lap, hiding his face against the younger’s neck and breathed in his scent. He felt strong fingers brush through his hair and he relaxed into the touch, the long day finally settling in.
“Tired, hyung?” The older merely nodded, smiling weakly as Minho unbuttoned his shirt and pulled it off, tossing it on the floor before rolling Onew off him and tugging his pants off.
“Good night, Minho-ah, I love you.” The younger pulled the covers out from underneath his boyfriend who was already half-asleep and covered him before sliping in as well.
“Love you too, hyung.”
The First Trimester (part 1/2)
A/N: My first onho and I jump straight to mpreg... hope I do good. Constructive criticism is greatly appreciated and if you notice any flaws (grammatical, typos or anything else) please let me know so I can fix it.
Also, i owe koteunkaendi a biiiiiiiiig thank you for being my unofficial beta - I owe you so much choc (◕‿◕)
I'm sorry the spacing (at least when i look at the entry on my computer) is totally off