Runaway 011, onew/minho, R
runaway 011
onew/minho
1,880
R
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So. This is just something I randomly started to write. You could say I started writing it when I felt frustrated with many things and just wrote it for my personal amusement and with no real purpose. lol.
BELATED HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO OUR LOVELY DECEMBER BABIES :D Onew and Minho~ (and let's not forget our dear boss-sama Hananim~ who just had her birthday^^;) our precious miracles in december! :P
again OOPs I keep forgetting to post/write this....
*
“You’re not going to,” Jinki mumbled half asleep as he woke to Minho shaking him somewhat violently. It brought to mind the first night they had been together and what had happened in the morning. The thing which still made Jinki feel guilty.
“What?”
“Kick me out,” Jinki puffed his lips up as he eyed Minho sleepily. Minho was blurry and out of focus yet the image from the past was vivid and crystal clear in his head from when he kicked Minho out of his bed and told him to leave.
“No hyung,” Jinki stiffened slightly when Minho was suddenly hovering over him.
“I’m not that much of a bastard,” Jinki’s eyes widened when Minho kissed the tip of his nose. The question of why he had been shaken awake slipping away completely with the press of those soft lips. Who cared about reasons and questions when Minho’s lips, warm, slightly rough and absolutely perfect touched his skin.
“I’m so sorry.” Jinki breathed out when Minho pulled back, dark thoughtful eyes locked onto his. It felt as they had been chasing each other for centuries and always just failing to connect until now. Jinki swallowed deeply, remembering all those years earlier and how Minho’s eyes had never changed.
“Hyung, you apologised in the past.” Minho scolded Jinki, with a faint smile, his slender limbs shifting until Jinki felt the full weight and heat of Minho hovering against his side. It was enough to stir interest and for Jinki’s chest to start heaving, his heart thumbing loudly as Minho seemed to slide closer, each brush of his skin seemed teasing and pure evil (to Jinki’s needy body and anxious heart). Jinki couldn’t help but roll his hips up when Minho settled over him, arms pinning his chest down, as if holding Jinki prisoner, yet a more willing prisoner could not be found.
“But if you still feel bad you can make it up to me,” Minho shrugged, leaning in close to press kisses across Jinki’s cheeks and nose again. The heat, and press of Minho’s body slid deep into Jinki’s body, settling into his bones and shooting down deep inside of him towards the centre of his body. He could feel Minho’s interest rubbing against Jinki’s thigh and making him feel lightheaded and giddy. It was unfair how Minho could take him apart so easily and turn him into a mess of emotions, how the touch of Minho’s skin made his heart race so much, the desire thickening his blood in a certain place.
“Hm,” Jinki arched up arms reaching to slide around Minho’s slender shoulders pushing their chests together and Jinki watched the way Minho hissed softly, his breathing starting to sound ragged too, “Maybe.” Jinki whispered, smiling when he could see the effect he had on Minho. That thrill sliding through his body, the confidence to know he made Minho’s body react too.
“Maybe? Just maybe?” Minho’s breath gushed across Jinki’s neck making him shiver with need, and he rolled his hips up again. It almost hurt the way Minho pressed down hard on top of him, the feeling of Minho’s naked body pushed against his own, makes his insides quiver and his cock harden so quickly. It should be embarrassing but the way Minho’s hand tightened around his cock makes Jinki’s head spin. Jinki’s brain felt as if it was melting, the heat and the hard curves of Minho’s body sending electric pulses and shudders through his body.
“Yeah, just maybe.” Jinki let his eyes slide shut as he rode the sensations coursing through his body. The way Minho’s body pressed against his, makes Jinki wonder how he held out on Minho for so long. Minho is electric, magical against him like some kind of addiction. Jinki’s limbs felt weak and he wanted to sag into the mattress and just soak up all of Minho, absorb him completely. When Minho pushed into Jinki, it makes his whole body want to curl up around Minho and just beg him to press deeper. Jinki’s can’t help but cling to Minho, arching his hips up and trying to take him deeper.
The way Minho thrust into him, hips rolling deeply into Jinki made him leave this world completely, and Jinki feels as if he’s arrived in some magical place. Lush green forest surrounded him, the air is moist and humid, Jinki can see the leaves are wet with dew. Everything is vivid, clear and bright before his eyes. The trees arch up towards the sky and hidden in the centre of the forest is a waterfall streaming down in front of his eyes, and when the light hits the water, it sparkled and shimmered emerald, turquoise, violet and golden, the colours pulsing as if the water is alive. Jinki can barely breathe as he watched the water sparkle brighter, the waterfall’s spray lands golden on his out stretched arms. Jinki shuddered, watching as the water gushing down the water fall seems to increase, and Jinki saw cascading waves of violet, gold and emerald rushing forward to meet him, it’s so bright and dazzling he felt dizzy and everything turns white as the waves exploded over him.
*
“Hyung?”
“Minho?” Jinki opened his eyes to Minho still hovering over him, Jinki can’t help but moan when he felt Minho shift, and he can feel him still buried deep inside of him. Jinki panted, glancing down to see his come splattered across his stomach in sticky threads, he felt as if he’s just woken up and it’s disorientating and strange.
“What happened?” Jinki wrapped his arms around Minho’s waist, stroking his smooth and slightly damp skin with his fingertips.
“I don’t know hyung, it was like you blacked out when you came?” Minho’s thumb slipped under Jinki’s chin, stroking the skin there and Jinki wishes he’d never move. That feeling and warmth of Minho being there, and a part of him it feels like perfection.
“Well maybe I did,” Jinki lifted his shoulders slightly, “because the sex was so mind blowing that I passed out.” Minho’s cheeks began to redden, his eyes blinking rapidly and Jinki’s lips trembled as he struggled to stop them from curving upwards into a telling smile.
“I... uh,” Minho babbled, “really?”
“No,” Jinki grinned across at him, “I was just teasing you, I just shut my eyes.”
“But you didn’t respond when I called your name.”
“Because I didn’t want to lose the moment just yet,” Jinki nodded, “And… uh I think I fell asleep sorry. I guess we didn’t get much sleep last night.”
“I guess we didn’t,” Jinki could feel Minho shifting against him, moving as if he’s going to pull out of Jinki’s body.
“Don’t move, please?”
“Hyung? I’m going to get hard again if I stay in you,” Minho bit his lip and Jinki blinked his eyes up at Minho wondering what the problem was.
“So?”
“So you’re tired… and you have work tomorrow.” Jinki tried not to sigh but his face betrayed his thoughts. Why did reality have to come crashing down on them right then, couldn’t they stay stuck in this precious little bubble forever? What was work? Who cared about work when Jinki was with Minho.
“Okay. I guess you’re right.” Jinki nodded, biting his lip as Minho moved away from him, it hurt just a little both physically and emotionally.
*
“I heard the first time,” Taemin rolled his eyes before flopping back on Jinki’s couch. Jinki pouted, wishing his cousin could be a little more excited for him. Although he wasn’t really surprised at the reaction from Taemin, it wasn’t like he expected him to caper around the room.
“So tell me, why exactly did you lie to me?” Taemin’s eyes were shut and his head tilted back, up at the ceiling.
“Because.” Jinki frowned into his beer, “because I thought you might tell Minho.” Jinki paused deciding he doesn’t want to say the rest. Because I was too ashamed to admit that I was still alone, still single.
“Oh.” Taemin lifted his head again, smirking across at Jinki, “you wanted him to be jealous.” Jinki stiffened before he finally nodded. There was that too.
“So what’s the problem now?”
“We had sex last weekend,” Jinki admitted, fighting off a blush as Taemin eyed him with a smirk, “but he hasn’t replied to the message I left him.” It hurt deep inside his chest to think of that mind blowing sex and then nothing but silence from Minho. It felt like the bluntest knife being repeatedly stabbed into his chest.
“You think he just wanted to fuck you or have a one night stand?” Jinki can’t help but flinch at Taemin’s words, somehow hearing them out loud makes it ten times worse.
“Well yeah, and I pestered him into having dinner with me. He kept saying he wanted me, but maybe he was lying.” Jinki’s can’t help the tremble in his voice and he wants to kick himself for sounding so weak and pathetic, but Taemin stayed remarkably silent for all of ten seconds.
“Hyung,” Taemin stood up, and made his way across the room before settling practically on Jinki’s lap, thin arms curling around Jinki’s torso. It’s slightly uncomfortable and yet at the same time it fills Jinki with a kind of happiness.
“This is Minho we’re talking about, the stupid guy who didn’t date anyone in the hopes that you would come back to him,” Taemin’s voice is soft and melodic against Jinki’s skin and Taemin’s words feel like a lullaby sinking into Jinki who let his eyes glide shut, “so I don’t think he only wanted a one night stand.” It only takes a few seconds for the meaning to seep into his brain as well, eyes snapping open immediately.
“Wait, you told me he had a partner?” Jinki sat up, chest pressing against Taemin’s almost hard enough to knock him off Jinki’s lap.
“I lied to you,” Taemin’s lips curved up and Jinki wanted to wipe the smug look off his face.
“So he was never dating a model?” Jinki frowned across at Taemin, trying to shift his heavy cousin off of him.
“Nope. He was single like you, the whole time.” Jinki winced, before turning to look at the wall.
“What about you? Are you seeing someone?”
“Uh no,” Taemin replied and Jinki noticed how he turned to look away from him, as if Taemin was trying to hide something from him.
“Oh. Nothing happened with Jonghyun-hyung then?” Jinki grinned as Taemin turned to stare at him looking shocked.
“No? Ew. He’s just my roommate. He is seeing an old colleague or friend of yours.”
“I thought… you liked Jonghyun?” Jinki blinked he was sure Taemin had a crush on him. Finally Taemin shifted, sitting next to Jinki on the couch.
“I do like him but only as a friend hyung! Anyway stop changing the topic, now what are you going to do about Minho?”
“I don’t want to hassle him,” Jinki bit his lip, “I already emailed him and left a message on his phone.” Jinki hoped that didn’t make him sound too pathetic.
“Okay,” Taemin frowned, “I guess you can’t do anything but wait for him to contact you.”
*
AND NO... this isn't the end........... XD if you're bored just stop reading~
onew/minho
1,880
R
previous: { 001 | 002 | 003 | 004 | 005 | 006 | 007 | 008 | 009 | 010 }
So. This is just something I randomly started to write. You could say I started writing it when I felt frustrated with many things and just wrote it for my personal amusement and with no real purpose. lol.
BELATED HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO OUR LOVELY DECEMBER BABIES :D Onew and Minho~ (and let's not forget our dear boss-sama Hananim~ who just had her birthday^^;) our precious miracles in december! :P
again OOPs I keep forgetting to post/write this....
*
“You’re not going to,” Jinki mumbled half asleep as he woke to Minho shaking him somewhat violently. It brought to mind the first night they had been together and what had happened in the morning. The thing which still made Jinki feel guilty.
“What?”
“Kick me out,” Jinki puffed his lips up as he eyed Minho sleepily. Minho was blurry and out of focus yet the image from the past was vivid and crystal clear in his head from when he kicked Minho out of his bed and told him to leave.
“No hyung,” Jinki stiffened slightly when Minho was suddenly hovering over him.
“I’m not that much of a bastard,” Jinki’s eyes widened when Minho kissed the tip of his nose. The question of why he had been shaken awake slipping away completely with the press of those soft lips. Who cared about reasons and questions when Minho’s lips, warm, slightly rough and absolutely perfect touched his skin.
“I’m so sorry.” Jinki breathed out when Minho pulled back, dark thoughtful eyes locked onto his. It felt as they had been chasing each other for centuries and always just failing to connect until now. Jinki swallowed deeply, remembering all those years earlier and how Minho’s eyes had never changed.
“Hyung, you apologised in the past.” Minho scolded Jinki, with a faint smile, his slender limbs shifting until Jinki felt the full weight and heat of Minho hovering against his side. It was enough to stir interest and for Jinki’s chest to start heaving, his heart thumbing loudly as Minho seemed to slide closer, each brush of his skin seemed teasing and pure evil (to Jinki’s needy body and anxious heart). Jinki couldn’t help but roll his hips up when Minho settled over him, arms pinning his chest down, as if holding Jinki prisoner, yet a more willing prisoner could not be found.
“But if you still feel bad you can make it up to me,” Minho shrugged, leaning in close to press kisses across Jinki’s cheeks and nose again. The heat, and press of Minho’s body slid deep into Jinki’s body, settling into his bones and shooting down deep inside of him towards the centre of his body. He could feel Minho’s interest rubbing against Jinki’s thigh and making him feel lightheaded and giddy. It was unfair how Minho could take him apart so easily and turn him into a mess of emotions, how the touch of Minho’s skin made his heart race so much, the desire thickening his blood in a certain place.
“Hm,” Jinki arched up arms reaching to slide around Minho’s slender shoulders pushing their chests together and Jinki watched the way Minho hissed softly, his breathing starting to sound ragged too, “Maybe.” Jinki whispered, smiling when he could see the effect he had on Minho. That thrill sliding through his body, the confidence to know he made Minho’s body react too.
“Maybe? Just maybe?” Minho’s breath gushed across Jinki’s neck making him shiver with need, and he rolled his hips up again. It almost hurt the way Minho pressed down hard on top of him, the feeling of Minho’s naked body pushed against his own, makes his insides quiver and his cock harden so quickly. It should be embarrassing but the way Minho’s hand tightened around his cock makes Jinki’s head spin. Jinki’s brain felt as if it was melting, the heat and the hard curves of Minho’s body sending electric pulses and shudders through his body.
“Yeah, just maybe.” Jinki let his eyes slide shut as he rode the sensations coursing through his body. The way Minho’s body pressed against his, makes Jinki wonder how he held out on Minho for so long. Minho is electric, magical against him like some kind of addiction. Jinki’s limbs felt weak and he wanted to sag into the mattress and just soak up all of Minho, absorb him completely. When Minho pushed into Jinki, it makes his whole body want to curl up around Minho and just beg him to press deeper. Jinki’s can’t help but cling to Minho, arching his hips up and trying to take him deeper.
The way Minho thrust into him, hips rolling deeply into Jinki made him leave this world completely, and Jinki feels as if he’s arrived in some magical place. Lush green forest surrounded him, the air is moist and humid, Jinki can see the leaves are wet with dew. Everything is vivid, clear and bright before his eyes. The trees arch up towards the sky and hidden in the centre of the forest is a waterfall streaming down in front of his eyes, and when the light hits the water, it sparkled and shimmered emerald, turquoise, violet and golden, the colours pulsing as if the water is alive. Jinki can barely breathe as he watched the water sparkle brighter, the waterfall’s spray lands golden on his out stretched arms. Jinki shuddered, watching as the water gushing down the water fall seems to increase, and Jinki saw cascading waves of violet, gold and emerald rushing forward to meet him, it’s so bright and dazzling he felt dizzy and everything turns white as the waves exploded over him.
*
“Hyung?”
“Minho?” Jinki opened his eyes to Minho still hovering over him, Jinki can’t help but moan when he felt Minho shift, and he can feel him still buried deep inside of him. Jinki panted, glancing down to see his come splattered across his stomach in sticky threads, he felt as if he’s just woken up and it’s disorientating and strange.
“What happened?” Jinki wrapped his arms around Minho’s waist, stroking his smooth and slightly damp skin with his fingertips.
“I don’t know hyung, it was like you blacked out when you came?” Minho’s thumb slipped under Jinki’s chin, stroking the skin there and Jinki wishes he’d never move. That feeling and warmth of Minho being there, and a part of him it feels like perfection.
“Well maybe I did,” Jinki lifted his shoulders slightly, “because the sex was so mind blowing that I passed out.” Minho’s cheeks began to redden, his eyes blinking rapidly and Jinki’s lips trembled as he struggled to stop them from curving upwards into a telling smile.
“I... uh,” Minho babbled, “really?”
“No,” Jinki grinned across at him, “I was just teasing you, I just shut my eyes.”
“But you didn’t respond when I called your name.”
“Because I didn’t want to lose the moment just yet,” Jinki nodded, “And… uh I think I fell asleep sorry. I guess we didn’t get much sleep last night.”
“I guess we didn’t,” Jinki could feel Minho shifting against him, moving as if he’s going to pull out of Jinki’s body.
“Don’t move, please?”
“Hyung? I’m going to get hard again if I stay in you,” Minho bit his lip and Jinki blinked his eyes up at Minho wondering what the problem was.
“So?”
“So you’re tired… and you have work tomorrow.” Jinki tried not to sigh but his face betrayed his thoughts. Why did reality have to come crashing down on them right then, couldn’t they stay stuck in this precious little bubble forever? What was work? Who cared about work when Jinki was with Minho.
“Okay. I guess you’re right.” Jinki nodded, biting his lip as Minho moved away from him, it hurt just a little both physically and emotionally.
*
“I heard the first time,” Taemin rolled his eyes before flopping back on Jinki’s couch. Jinki pouted, wishing his cousin could be a little more excited for him. Although he wasn’t really surprised at the reaction from Taemin, it wasn’t like he expected him to caper around the room.
“So tell me, why exactly did you lie to me?” Taemin’s eyes were shut and his head tilted back, up at the ceiling.
“Because.” Jinki frowned into his beer, “because I thought you might tell Minho.” Jinki paused deciding he doesn’t want to say the rest. Because I was too ashamed to admit that I was still alone, still single.
“Oh.” Taemin lifted his head again, smirking across at Jinki, “you wanted him to be jealous.” Jinki stiffened before he finally nodded. There was that too.
“So what’s the problem now?”
“We had sex last weekend,” Jinki admitted, fighting off a blush as Taemin eyed him with a smirk, “but he hasn’t replied to the message I left him.” It hurt deep inside his chest to think of that mind blowing sex and then nothing but silence from Minho. It felt like the bluntest knife being repeatedly stabbed into his chest.
“You think he just wanted to fuck you or have a one night stand?” Jinki can’t help but flinch at Taemin’s words, somehow hearing them out loud makes it ten times worse.
“Well yeah, and I pestered him into having dinner with me. He kept saying he wanted me, but maybe he was lying.” Jinki’s can’t help the tremble in his voice and he wants to kick himself for sounding so weak and pathetic, but Taemin stayed remarkably silent for all of ten seconds.
“Hyung,” Taemin stood up, and made his way across the room before settling practically on Jinki’s lap, thin arms curling around Jinki’s torso. It’s slightly uncomfortable and yet at the same time it fills Jinki with a kind of happiness.
“This is Minho we’re talking about, the stupid guy who didn’t date anyone in the hopes that you would come back to him,” Taemin’s voice is soft and melodic against Jinki’s skin and Taemin’s words feel like a lullaby sinking into Jinki who let his eyes glide shut, “so I don’t think he only wanted a one night stand.” It only takes a few seconds for the meaning to seep into his brain as well, eyes snapping open immediately.
“Wait, you told me he had a partner?” Jinki sat up, chest pressing against Taemin’s almost hard enough to knock him off Jinki’s lap.
“I lied to you,” Taemin’s lips curved up and Jinki wanted to wipe the smug look off his face.
“So he was never dating a model?” Jinki frowned across at Taemin, trying to shift his heavy cousin off of him.
“Nope. He was single like you, the whole time.” Jinki winced, before turning to look at the wall.
“What about you? Are you seeing someone?”
“Uh no,” Taemin replied and Jinki noticed how he turned to look away from him, as if Taemin was trying to hide something from him.
“Oh. Nothing happened with Jonghyun-hyung then?” Jinki grinned as Taemin turned to stare at him looking shocked.
“No? Ew. He’s just my roommate. He is seeing an old colleague or friend of yours.”
“I thought… you liked Jonghyun?” Jinki blinked he was sure Taemin had a crush on him. Finally Taemin shifted, sitting next to Jinki on the couch.
“I do like him but only as a friend hyung! Anyway stop changing the topic, now what are you going to do about Minho?”
“I don’t want to hassle him,” Jinki bit his lip, “I already emailed him and left a message on his phone.” Jinki hoped that didn’t make him sound too pathetic.
“Okay,” Taemin frowned, “I guess you can’t do anything but wait for him to contact you.”
*
AND NO... this isn't the end........... XD if you're bored just stop reading~