just tell me whyyyyyyyyyy
Title: vanilla sky (4/5)
Author: argh (@ oneuldo)
Rating: PG-13
Length: 3,580
Pairing: Onew/Minho
Summary/Notes:
Jinki's friends drag him out ice skating and when he discovers his crush is coming too he just wants to run away. But Jinki can't run or hide, and is embarrassed and worried he'll make a dick of himself in front of Minho. It's basically a late Christmas fic ._. (Okay I fail at summaries T_T; but I kind of like this fic :/)
Warnings: OTT sap or OTT dense-ness lol? XD
Dedications: This is for all the people I love. You know who you are! XD
Big thanks to olebade ♥ for beta-ing this for me :D ♥
previous parts: { one | two | three }
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Minho woke up with a splitting headache. He felt like rolling back into his bed and never getting up, but the clatter of what sounded like plates made him instantly alert. Minho gulped, cracking one eye open and wincing from the light. He lived alone, so who the hell was in his apartment? Minho groaned. The last thing he needed was a fucking burglar or a surprise visitor. It took a few minutes for his eyes to adjust to the light, but then he just gaped, staring around the room in surprise. This clearly was not his bedroom. Minho groaned again, covering his face with his palm as he tried to remember what he had done the night before.
Like it wasn’t bad enough that he was lying in a strangers bed, with his skull throbbing so painfully, he wondered if it was still in one piece and the memories of the night before seemed to be shrouded in mist. Minho breathed in deeply, wishing he didn’t feel quite so groggy, but as he lay there, he suddenly remembered he had arranged a date with a senior, and slowly he felt the fog begin to clear, the memories coming out from behind thick clouds like the sun.
Oh, Jinki-hyung? I was with Jinki-hyung last night. Did I also come home with him? Minho blinked and opened both eyes, slowly sitting up with a whimper. His head felt pretty fragile. Minho was relieved to see that he was still dressed. Although he frowned, wishing whoever had put him to bed had at least taken his jeans off. It was so uncomfortable to sleep in tight denim. From the neutral tones in the bedroom, it looked like it belonged to a guy, but glancing around the room, he saw little evidence of whose room it could be. There were no photos of people, only scenery and nature. Minho got up curiously. He walked around the room and looked at a few things, smiling fondly when he saw a chicken soft toy on a chest of drawers. The room felt so warm and comfortable. Once he started to move around, he realised his head didn’t feel quite so bad anymore. In fact he almost felt better moving around than he had lying down.
Hearing a loud crash, Minho poked his head around the door, grinning when he saw a very flustered looking Jinki picking up a tray from the floor. Ah, I did come home with you, hyung, I’m disappointed nothing happened! Minho couldn’t help but think that Jinki looked adorable the way he pouted as he reached down to clean up the mess he had just made. Minho’s heart was light as realised that Jinki had cooked him breakfast. It looked like he was scraping an omelette off the floor. A sigh passed from his lips as he attempted to pick it up with a serviette but managed to drop most of it on the floor again.
Minho walked across the room on silent feet, bending down and using the spoon on the tray to scoop the egg-y mess up. He smiled softly when Jinki yelped and sat back, his eyes wide open in shock, one hand pressed to his chest. Minho blinked and dumped the ruined egg-y mess on the plate. He scooped up more, ignoring the quivering wreck of Jinki in front of him. It was funny, Minho thought Jinki was vaguely mimicking the eggs, the way he jiggled on the floor in the same manner as the spilt eggs.
“Oh-oh, I thought,” Jinki mumbled. Minho looked up to see Jinki running his hand through his hair, looking flustered and nervous. Minho frowned, blinking and leaning forwards as he spotted something in Jinki’s hair. “I, uh, thought-what, what are you doing?” Jinki shot backwards faster than a cheetah. Eyes wide open, making him look so young and vulnerable. It shook Minho slightly. Sometimes it was hard to believe Jinki was older than him.
“Hyung,” Minho’s fingers grasped Jinki’s hair, “you have egg in your hair.” He grinned lopsidedly, watching how Jinki’s cheeks turned bright red. Cute. So damn cute! Damn it, I need to tell him how I feel! Minho bit his lip as he pulled the egg out of Jinki’s hair. It was so hard not to keep touching the honey coloured silky soft strands or just to cup Jinki’s face, but after last night, Minho wanted to make it crystal clear to Jinki how he felt. If he had to spell it out, he would. “Did you make breakfast for me?”
“Y-yeah, sorry all the noise probably woke you.” Jinki looked guilty, but Minho grinned even more when he looked down and realised that Jinki had made him the classic hangover breakfast. Somehow, he felt touched. “I was trying to be quiet, because I figured that you’re head was probably hurting, and, yeah.” Jinki puffed his cheeks out, reminding Minho of a chipmunk somehow. “So I wanted to be quiet, you know, ‘cause, yeah, your head was probably aching, and the last -” Jinki shut up when Minho pressed his index finger across Jinki’s lips.
“Hyung, just stop talking.” Minho leaned in close to Jinki. “Let me talk, I want to tell you something,” Minho murmured. He just had to tell Jinki how he felt, it was simple. Right now, he didn’t care if this was the wrong time or that his head felt like it was being hit repeatedly with an axe. No matter what, he had to tell Jinki. He stared across at the older boy, seeing how he chewed on his lower lip, unintentionally rubbing his lips against Minho’s finger and almost biting it. Minho inhaled softly, realising that he was getting distracted by Jinki’s actions. God, he just wanted to kiss him. He shook his head slowly, telling himself to firmly focus.
“Jinki-hyung, I was really hurt when you assumed I was paid to take you ice skating.” Minho frowned, exhaling softly. “I’m not the kind of person to use or abuse someone else for money. You know the first time we went ice skating, do you remember it?” Minho paused and Jinki nodded his head. “Did your friends suddenly ask you to go ice skating with them?” Minho licked his lips, gulping as Jinki frowned, pausing as if in thought and then nodding his head.
“Well, to be honest, I asked them to ask you.” Minho nodded his head, biting his lip as he watched Jinki’s facial expressions change from one of shock to disbelief. Jinki finally nodded his head. When he thought about it, he did remember Kibum mentioning Minho right from the start, but Jinki assumed that Kibum had been winding him up about Minho asking them to go ice skating. There was no way he could’ve believed it at the time. Every time Kibum insisted on it, it made Jinki scoff and think that he would see a pig fly past at any moment.
“Oh,” Jinki tapped his fingers against the floor repeatedly. “So Kibum wasn’t lying; it was real,” he whispered, more to himself than to Minho, but because the taller boy was leaning in close, he heard every word. Minho smiled and nodded his head again, feeling happy that he could explain things properly to Jinki, even if the situation wasn’t ideal. He would’ve preferred doing this without the headache.
“No, he wasn’t.” Minho pursed his lips together, cocking his head to one side as he studied Jinki’s face. “I was the one who pestered him,” Minho shifted on the floor, fidgeting with his t-shirt, unable to meet Jinki’s eyes when he saw the older male study him intently, “to ask you to come ice skating.” Minho’s voice grew deeper, cracking slightly as he spoke. “I-I always saw you around school. I was in one of your classes with you, and when you spoke, it just left me with a deep impression.”
“Wh-what do you mean?” Jinki swallowed, he felt so confused. “Minho-ya, what do you mean exactly?” Minho’s words were starting to slide over his head. He couldn’t concentrate on them because Minho was so distracting. It scared Jinki how good he looked right after waking up; the way his hair was a mess and even the half asleep expression was insanely cute.
“Do you remember, in Doctor Kim’s class, how the top five students had to share their reports with the class?” Minho’s voice was so soft, making Jinki’s stomach fill with the soft flutter of wings. He licked his lips as he nodded his head. He wanted to listen to Minho’s voice all day. His brain was struggling to concentrate on the meanings of everything when Minho spoke in that velvety tone.
“Well, I heard you speak several times.” Minho smiled, shutting his eyes as he remembered back fondly to that first introduction of Lee Jinki. “And I couldn’t forget you after that. What you said just made so much sense and it was so well written, clear, and precise.” Minho nodded his head, his eyes still shut. He did feel pathetic that it had taken him a year to get here, but it was better than nothing. “I know, crazy it took me this long to get the courage to talk to you.”
“Oh,” Jinki nodded his head, feeling numb. He gulped. It made sense now. Minho wanted him to tutor him. That was obviously what this was about. Minho taught him to ice skate so he could ask Jinki for a favour. Jinki hid his bitterness and hurt behind a fake smile. Stupid, stupid, you actually thought for a second that he liked you! Ha, how fucking pathetic! “I get it now.” Jinki kept the fake smile plastered across his face. “I don’t mind tutoring you, but, um, can you leave now? I have a class to get to.” Jinki’s limbs felt weak and he rose up, feeling as if he could cry, but before he stood up, a hand grasped his wrist firmly.
“Let go,” Jinki whispered. He opened his mouth to speak louder, but Minho tugged on his wrist and his legs gave up, sending him tumbling half on top of Minho and half on floor. Jinki’s eyes widened in shock, he could feel the palpitations of his heart when Minho’s arms snuck around his waist. It was so horribly awkward the way Jinki was sprawled across Minho’s lap, their crotches almost brushing. Jinki struggled to break free, but Minho held him firmly for a few seconds.
“Hyung, it’s Saturday, there are no classes today.” Minho’s voice was firm, but it held a hint of amusement that made Jinki want to shrink and slip between the floorboards. He thrashed against Minho, gulping when he felt Minho’s arms tightening around him. Jinki knew it would just be so easy to collapse against Minho, but he was stronger than that.
“Hyung, just hear me out.” Minho stopped hugging Jinki, it was wrong to restrain someone against their will. Minho exhaled softly, his head starting to throb violently again. “I don’t want you to tutor me. What I do want, is to get to know you.” Minho couldn’t help himself, he reached across and grasped Jinki’s wrist, his thumb stroking over the bones of Jinki’s wrist lightly. “I want to ask you out. I want to ask you to be my boyfriend, or am I being too forward?”
“Wait, what?” Jinki frowned. “Boyfriend?” He blinked and then pointed at his chest. “Me? You?” he mumbled, directing his index finger at Minho’s chest for a beat or two before he pointed it back at himself. “Y-you and me?” Jinki repeated, as if he was just learning a new language. “Li-like b-boy…” He stopped midway through the word, choking on his own saliva when Minho immediately nodded his head.
“Like boyfriends,” Minho confirmed with a tender smile. “Well, that is, if I’m not wrong in assuming you like me back?” Minho’s hands slipped around Jinki’s, so close to holding his hand, but he held back. However, in an instant, he looked down to see Jinki shifting his hand, fingers closing around Minho’s hand lightly. It was as if somehow, in that second, Minho’s words had shattered Jinki’s lack of confidence in himself and he felt confident enough. After all, he knew Minho hadn’t been bribed or paid or anything to meet him.
“I, uh, do.” Jinki nodded his head shyly, feeling dizzy as if he was breathing too shallowly. “Like you, I mean.” Minho felt as if he could die of happiness at that moment. He gripped Jinki’s hand tighter and grinned goofily across at him. Oh, nothing could ever make him happier than that moment. The throbbing in his head seemed to miraculously disappear as soon as Jinki spoke those magical words.
Minho felt his muscles relax as if he had been holding them tense the whole time, he wanted to laugh, but as he glanced across at Jinki. Minho could feel his heart melting at the way Jinki nibbled on his lower lip as if he was still unsure of everything. Minho shifted forward reaching for Jinki’s waist, feeling his heart skip lightly in his chest as he leaned in to kiss Jinki softly across the lips, one hand reaching up to cup his cheek. Minho’s eyes slid shut, the kiss tasted even sweeter than before, the way Jinki’s plump lips shyly rubbed against his own, the pressure was light, almost teasing. Minho’s chest felt tight as their lips continued to kiss lightly, each touch felt electric to Minho, each touch causing a strong jolt to run down his spine.
“Hyung,” Minho tilted his head to the side, his breath soft against Jinki’s cheek, before he tugged the older male in close again, hot air gushing across Jinki’s skin in soft waves making him shiver slightly, wanting to be closer to Minho. When Minho pressed his lips firmly against Jinki’s, his tongue delicately stroking Jinki’s lips, Minho’s whole body thrummed with a nervous kind of energy until he felt the feather light touch of Jinki’s tongue responding to his touch. Minho’s chest constricting, and when they deepened the kiss, Minho felt fireworks bursting above his head, an array of dazzling colours exploding into a myriad of shimmering shards above them.
Jinki felt as if everything was tilting or shaking, the room violently starting to shake but as soon as Minho’s mouth and taste flooded his senses the world stopped moving, as if in awe of them. Everything frozen in time, as Minho’s mouth moved against Jinki’s, delicate caresses of his tongue and lips, erasing everything from Jinki’s mind, but that touch, that taste, that caress. Jinki whimpered, his hands rising to cling to Minho’s shirt, his mind reeling from the flutter of Minho’s mouth, the way he made the colours burst into front of his eyes, Jinki’s head was spinning faster and faster as they kissed. Jinki forgot to breathe, he forgot everything except Minho, and that insanely delicious mouth, Jinki shuddered, whining softly when Minho pulled away.
“Oh, hyung,” Minho panted, his eyes half lidded, and Jinki put his hand down to lean closer to Minho, “hyung,” Minho sounded as dazed as Jinki felt. Jinki felt his cheeks heat up as he realised that Minho was studying his face, and Jinki wanted to pinch himself, it felt too good to be true. He had wished that somehow Minho could like him back, but never imagined it could happen. He could still remember seeing him in a tutorial and being dazzled by how good looking he was, and then finding out that he was the soccer ace everyone had talked about. Jinki had thought someone like Minho, someone who shone so brightly would never see him, it felt unreal to imagine that Minho liked him. Jinki unconsciously pulled back, reaching up to pinch his arm viciously, surely this was a dream.
“Jinki-hyung,” Minho laughed breathlessly, and before Jinki could explain himself, Minho pushed his hand away and kissed the spot he had just pinched. “Ah, this is reality,” Minho grinned, “not a dream, so don’t hurt yourself okay?” Minho touched Jinki’s arm lightly, rubbing his palm against Jinki’s cotton shirt. “I’m glad you finally understand how I feel, it was starting to drive me nuts,” Minho leaned in and nuzzled his lips against Jinki’s neck, unaware that his actions were causing Jinki’s heart to pump faster and his brain sizzled like a steak on a hot plate, burning up from the way Minho’s lips inched across his skin. Jinki gulped, finding it hard to breathe, wriggling closer but as he did so Minho pulled back, eyes wide and shining brightly. Unaware of how much he was teasing Jinki, of how Jinki’s heart pounded like it was about to leap out of his chest.
“Oh, today is Christmas day, I forgot,” Minho grinned, “Merry Christmas hyung,” Jinki’s eyes widened in surprise, and he opened his mouth to mumble that he too had forgotten but Minho kissed his cheek, before moving in to attack his mouth lightly. “I think this is the happiest Christmas I’ve ever had, I’m so happy, Jinki-hyung that you like me back.”
“Minho-ya, who wouldn’t like you,” Jinki mumbled softly, tilting his head to the side, eyes narrowed down as he studied Minho’s face, his voice dropping lower, “You’re perfect in every way. Really perfect,” Jinki whispered, and Minho just stared in surprise, reaching across to grasp Jinki’s hand and he just squeezed it lightly wondering if Jinki had meant to speak out loud.
“Hyung, if I’m perfect, you are too.” Minho nodded his head earnestly, about to say another word when his stomach growled softly, making them both start laughing softly. Minho laughed loudly, watching the cute way Jinki covered his mouth with his hand when he laughed, his eyes crinkling up into half moons, Minho wanted to pull Jinki into his arms and just hug him because he was so adorable. It was ridiculous when Minho thought about the fact that his stomach rumbling was making them laugh this much but somehow it seemed funny.
“Sorry I ruined your breakfast,” Jinki apologised once he had finally stopped laughing, he was still smiling warmly, “Do you want me to make something else?” He asked cocking his head to one side, but Minho shook his head smiling, he had another possibly better idea. “Oh, I swear I’m not that bad a cook,” Jinki pouted slightly, “I might be stupid and dense,” Jinki’s lower lip trembled slightly, somehow he felt like Minho didn’t think he could cook and he had probably been laughing at Jinki not with him.
“You’re not dense or stupid,” Minho immediately replied, stretching his arms up, “clearly you’re not otherwise you wouldn’t be one of the top students,” Minho shrugged slightly, leaning forward and lowering his arms, one hand reaching for Jinki’s wrist, he circled it softly with his fingers. “I wasn’t saying you couldn’t cook, but I’d feel guilty if you had to cook a second time,” Minho pouted slightly, “Plus,” he grinned gripping Jinki’s wrist firmer, eyes warmly watching Jinki’s face, “I thought it would be great to go out for breakfast, we can make it our first official date.”
Minho’s voice shook slightly, making Jinki lean in close and stare in surprise at Minho, it was strange Jinki thought how he was almost stuttering as if he was shy or nervous. Seconds later, the meaning behind Minho’s words hit Jinki full in the face, he couldn’t help but smile brightly, his eyes shining as bright as Christmas tree lights, his smile bright enough to dazzle the sun.
Thirty minutes later and they were buttoning up their coats, slipping on warm hats, and gloves to fight against the biting cold. Jinki blushed when Minho leaned in close, his hands soft and warm on his neck, making Jinki shiver slightly as Minho wrapped a scarf around his neck, his fingers lightly brushing against Jinki’s cheek softly, he cupped it before he leaned in to kiss Jinki across the lips. Jinki’s eyes slid shut, he could feel warmth flooding his body as Minho’s slightly chapped but soft warm lips slid against his own, eroding the thoughts in his mind and leaving a landslide of feelings directed towards Minho.
“Merry Christmas,” Minho whispered, ignoring the way Jinki whimpered slightly when he pulled back, “Come on hyung,” Minho added a moment later, lacing their fingers together before they walked out of the front door. Jinki could not stop smiling, he practically bounced down the streets, eyes bright and happy as Minho tenderly held his hand, Jinki felt like he was five again, everything filled him with wonder. Bright eyed and innocently he stared at everything and pointed out everything, tugging lightly on Minho’s hand as he pointed out the bright lights of a neighbour’s house, and a little dog that trotted along the road its tail wagging softly.
Jinki felt so happy, he couldn’t stop babbling away, not even minding when he heard the soft sound of Minho’s laughter. He was so hyper and so filled with joy that everything had been scraped away, so that consciously he heard Minho’s sweet laughter but it couldn’t pierce his bubble of joy and happiness. “Look!” He called out brightly pointing out a large tree, lit up with red and green bows, he smiled so brightly as Minho squeezed his hand and laughed softly.
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dfkjdsldf not entirely satisfied with this :/ but idk fglhfdjghfdk /cry if anything seems odd or out of place please tell me?!