A Good Decision
Pairing: Jonghyun/Minho
rating: NC-17
genre: Romance, smut, kinda fluffy too
Author notes: I had to write this. I love Jonghyun and I love Minho~ This is long though, I warn you now!
Summary: Jonghyun is like a breath of fresh air, coming in and waking Minho up to what the world can really be like and what he really wants.
The smell of stale beer hung on the air, drifting in and out of crowded rooms full of clamoring people. The heavy bass of the sound system hypnotic as Minho worked his way from room to room. Just a bunch of intoxicated teens and twenty-something's drinking, fucking, fighting. No wonder he didn't go to these things much, Minho thought as he downed the last of his beer before tossing the can into the nearest trash bin. A soft buzz, nothing too serious. Just the right amount of alcohol and he cut himself off. College parties in a college town. This was always the outcome it seemed.
The host had been smart enough to place several throughout the place, but the floor was still littered with debris. The thick smell of weed hung on the air as he past one room, seeing a joint circulating through the circled of giggling people around it. Minho wondered briefly if the second hand would get to him at all. He hoped not. He had to be in tip top shape for his baseball game next week and he didn't need the coach having another reason to jump down his throat. He was already tugging the ball and chain of his last music appreciation grade behind him. A constant reminder to stay in form and keep his head clear, and if the coach issued a piss test like he'd been threatening Minho definitely wanted make sure to clear it with out any hang ups.
A hand clasped over his shoulder and he spun around to face Kibum, long time friend. He looked a little alarmed even as a smile cracked over his lips, arm wrapped tightly around the waist of a shorter man.
"Hey Minho, buddy, cam you do me a huge favor?" Kibum's eyes were glassy. Very obviously drunk as he ran a hand rather lovingly through the shorter man's hair.
Minho groaned. "What do you need now?" Kibum was notorious for getting Minho into trouble. But he guessed that's just what happens when you know someone for your entire life, as he had Kibum. And honestly, he didn't always hate it. Even though he usually did.
The raven hair man took a moment to giggle, smudging the last traces of his eyeliner off and mussing his perfectly styled hair before looking Minho in the eyes. "Can you take care of him? I think he's had a bit much. And uh... I have to go find Jinki, ok?"
Minho eyed the guy leaning against Kibum. His chocolate colored hair had a tint of deep red through out, his cardigan and loose, deep necked shirt hanging haphazardly off of one well developed shoulder. His tight grey jeans had tears in the knees and Minho noted his chunky mid calf boots, the left of which was untied. His large eyes were just as glassy as Kibum's but his face was pale. The tell tale sign of too much to drink and not enough to eat before hand to sop up the booze.
Minho tried to choke out an answer, tell Kibum no. No, he could not watch his drunk friend. He had to go home, study for his chem test and sleep the rest of the Friday night off. Anything but take care of some drunk guy. But before he could utter anything, the man was being shoved into Minho's chest and Kibum was tottering off. Shouting for Jinki between bouts of laughter.
"M'surry." The drunk man slurred into Minho's chest, arms curling around his waist helplessly.
So with a sigh Minho hoisted him up as far as he could, with him being at least a full foot shorter and complete dead weight, and drug him outside. Past the rooms of drunk and high youths and out past the patio into the cool night air of late spring. The street was empty, save for a few parked cars and the noise inside was surprisingly snuffed to a dull roar as the door swung shut behind them.
The house was in a pretty quiet neighborhood. Middle upper class, typical suburbia with a col da sac and everything. The picture of average.
Minho watched a street light flicker, setting the short man down on the steps and seating himself beside him with a huff. The man whimpered and leaned closer to him, desperate for something to stabilize him. Anything to ground him and stop the spinning that had to be rushing through his head. And it took a second, as Minho raked his eyes over the sharp jaw and full lips of him to recognize him as Kim Jonghyun. They shared a few classes together. Kibum had mentioned him a few times, in the breaths where he wasn't talking about clothes or how cute Jinki's eyes looked when he smiled. He gathered the two were pretty close friends, save for this entire situation they found themselves in. But then again, Kibum was a very one tracked minded drunk. Never had been very good at taking care of people after a few hardy shots of tequila, but sober the man was quite capable of mothering you to death.
A low groan from the guy beside him stirred Minho out of his thoughts, and it didn't take much to know what was happening in Jonghyun's stomach in that moment as he watched him hiccup slightly, eyes closed and thick brows pulled together in the center.
Minho wasted no time in standing him up, patting his back as the brunette doubled over, hands on his knees and gagged a few times before promptly throwing up into the grass near the walk way. He whimpered lightly, retching again, then again. Yeah, nothing but booze and bile. And maybe a slice of bread it looked like. Minho smirked, patting his back and holding onto his shoulder, being sure to stay out of the line of fire. The last thing he wanted was to be respobsible for him falling face first into his own barf.
One last heave and he stood up, leaning his weight against the tall figure beside him, rubbing at his eyes and Minho realized with mild shock that the other was crying. Big fat tears rolling down his cheeks. Pity curled through his chest then, watching those wet drops pool at his slightly squared chin and drip off as he wiped a hand over his mouth. Never had been able to see people cry without wanting to help. Most people wouldn't peg Minho as a softy, but deep down he was. He spent free time volunteering at an animal shelter in the summer. He'd told people it was to help his chances of getting into college, but even now that he'd got in he didn't plan on stopping.
"I wanna go home. Can I go home now? I want to die. I need to sit." Jonghyun slurred as his breath hitched, more tears spilling out. The bitter smell of vomit and vodka a subtle undertone.
Minho's frowned. He had no idea where this guy lived, if he'd driven here. He knew absolutely nothing. So he asked the only thing he could think to ask.
"You're name is Jonghyun right?" When the latter nodded, Minho continued. "Well I have no idea where you live. Did you drive here?"
Another feeble nod and he sniffled, wiping sloppily at his face. Shit. just what he needed to night. To drunk baby sit for his friend.
"Look, Jonghyun, I don't know why Kibum dropped you on me but I really need to get home." Minho frowned again.
The glassy chocolate eyes of the man beside him changed, pouting up at him as he curled his fingers into Minho's jacket and stared up at him. And he couldn't help it. Staring down at him, the shorter of the two looked helpless. Lost, and scared, like a puppy that no one wanted and Minho steeled his will to no avail.
So he sighed heavily. Annoyed, furious at Kibum, at himself for even coming to this stupid fucking party in the first place. He should have just gone with his parents.
"Look, ok. I don't want to do this, but if you want to you can come with me. I'll drive you back here in the morning so you can pick up your car. But I swear to god, if you puke in my car or in my house I'm going to hand your ass to you, got it?"
Jonghyun frowned and after a long pause nodded. "Your Minho right? I think I know your face or somethin'."
Minho rolled his eyes and confirmed before guiding Jonghyun to his car and buckling him in.
He'd hoped he hadn't made the wrong choice.
----
His house was a few miles over, in a very similar neighborhood. With a col da sac, and rows of beige toned houses with similar average cars parked in each drive way. Minho knew it wasn't anything outrageous or special, but he'd grown up here and it was home. His life has been... average. Everything about him felt average.
Jonghyun was more coherent than he had been, stopping once in the grass by the drive way to dry heave all by himself. Which sounded just as painful as it probably felt and Minho was insanely glad his parents were off on a weekend visit to his grandparents. He should have gone with them, he thought slightly bitter as he watched Jonghyun doubled over yet again and finally spill a small amount of his stomach contents.That had to be all of it at least. Thank god Minho wasn't squeamish. And at least Jonghyun wasn't crying anymore. Just a few trace tears still clinging to his eyes lashes and dried on his cheeks.
They slid out of their shoes in the entrance. Or Minho did, Jonghyun had needed a considerable amount of help and in the process of pulling the clunky boots off for him, he succeeded in getting some vomit on his hand. Gross, but he washed them quickly in the kitchen and grabbed a bottle of water for the drunk man. He guided the stumbling Jonghyun up the stairs and to his bedroom, shutting the door behind them and helping the other man lay back on the left side of his bed.
"Drink this, you'll feel better." Minho instructed, helping him to lean up against some pillows so he wouldn't drown himself and soak the bedding in the process. Slightly selfish intentions.
After downing half the bottle and amazingly capping it off all by himself, Jonghyun looked to him. "You're that friend of Key's aren't you? He talks about you sometimes. Says you like baseball and shit like that. He said you were really nice."
Minho had to smirk at the use of Kibum's favorite nickname. He'd been been groaning over people using his full name for years. Minho still called him by his full name just to be an ass. Jonghyun seemed more collected, stable, after the gastronomic pyrotechnics. His eyes were more focused. Undoubtedly sobered. Or least less drunk. Minho watched as he set the water bottle down on one his bed side tables and curled to his side, knees near his chest, fist pressed between his thighs.
"I'm glad he's saying nice thing about me." Minho chuckled lightly.
Jonghyun hummed in agreement. A light smile curled over his lips and he nestled his head against Minho's spare pillow.
"I'm sorry your stuck taking care of me. I don't usually drink that much." Jonghyun said after a silence. His eyes were closed and within seconds, Minho was sure he was either dead or a sleep.
Minho was almost relieved when he started to snore a little. Nope, just asleep. Tugging the comforter over him and clicking off the light, Minho laid down on the other side of the bed. Being sure to give enough space between them to alleviate any awkwardness.
He hoped this wasn't a bad decision.
----
Minho had awoke to tightness around his torso that morning. At first he'd panicked a little but when he realized that Jonghyun had clung onto him in his sleep, face buried under his chin, red chocolate hair tickling his jaw line.
On the ride back to Jonghyun's car, the man's mouth went a mile a minute. He talked fast and almost nervous. Like the sound of silence pained him a little. He told Minho about his love of singing, how he was a hurdle runner for the track team. Fastest runner their was, he said with a cocky smirk and Minho had rolled his eyes. Apparently, Jonghyun was pretty good at school as well. Not insanely smart, like Jinki was, but he did well. He was also a full year older than Minho, age twenty and in his second year at the college.
"I couldn't believe Kibum was only 19 when I met him. You either honestly, you guys are really mature." Jonghyun said, fiddling with the seat belt as they made a turn and neared the street.
Jonghyun had Minho park near his car, a beat up looking thing which according to the older and shorter man ran like a million bucks, and hopped out. Minho had thought he would just drop off the other man and drive away, but that was apparently not what was going to happen as Jonghyun opened Minho's door, unbuckled him and pulled him out. Tugging him into a hug, squeezing him around the middle before pulling back enough to talk to him.
"I really want to thank you. Seriously, I was probably a handful. A-and I puked a lot and I'm pretty sure I even cried! Did I?" Minho nodded and Jonghyun groaned. "Fucking ridiculously embarrassing. But thank you for being there. Let me make this up to you, et me get to know you or something. Give me your phone."
Minho obliged even as he protested, "You don't have to do anything, it wasn't a big deal."
But Jonghyun shook his head and punched his number into Minho's phone before handing it back.
"I'm serious about this! I'm indebted to you! You let me sleep with you!" He said rather loudly and Minho groaned.
A group of guys leaving the house where the party had been sending suspicious looks to the two of them. Jonghyun failed to notice and grabbed him around the waist again for another hug.
"Ok! Ok! We can hang out or something. People are staring." Minho said, shoving feebly at the human cling wrap.
Jonghyun released him, grinning, a faint blush painting over his cheeks and he cleared his throat. "Good. We should get coffee or something tomorrow. You have my number so text me. I'm going to go home, I feel like absolute shit."
They said goodbyes and Minho watched as Jonghyun sped off, tossing a wave out the window and taking the turn a little faster than Minho was comfortable.
He groaned to himself. He hoped he wasn't making a whole string of bad choices.
----
He sent a text the next day at around noon and the response was almost immediate. His phone chiming to life within seconds. Coffee with him at 5 that evening. Great. It wasn't that Minho didn't think Jonghyun was a nice guy, it was more that... He wasn't sure if they would be compatible friends. But as much as he wanted to say no, even now that he'd already texted him, he couldn't find it in him to do so. Something about those large almond eyes made him comply.
"It's because he's so... genuine. He doesn't hide anything at all. It has that effect on people." Kibum said thoughtfully, rifling through Minho's closet that afternoon at around 3.
"Yah! What are you even doing? It's not like this is a date or something. Jesus, dude." Minho grumbled as Key tossed him a nice looking t-shirt, black jeans and a cardigan he didn't even know he had.
"Jonghyun has been my friend for a while, and I want you guys to hit it off. You need to broaden your social horizon anyway. I can't carry your ass every time we go out." The raven hair man huffed, earning a pillow to the back of the head.
"I rarely go out. Why does it matter?" Minho grumbled, running his hand over his cropped hair thoughtfully.
Key made a sound akin to a hiss mixed with a growl. "Because you idiot, you need more people to hang out with than just the baseball team. You need real friends! Not men to hang around with, scratch your asses and talk about tits."
Minho had to laugh at that. "I'm nothing like that though!"
Kibum gave him the look. The look that said he'd already made his point. And Minho sighed to himself as he changed into the outfit Kibum had picked out for him. He had to admit, he did need some more friends. The baseball team were nice, but Key was right. There was much more to life than a nice pair of tits and sports. And if Jonghyun was going to be nice enough to make up the whole drunken fiasco by hangin g out with him, he should make the most of it.
----
Jonghyun smiled brightly when he saw Minho enter. He looked much the same as he had last time. Clad in a large loose fitting striped sweater, his collarbone exposed entirely. Black jeans practically painted on and those same chunky boots on his feet as he kicked his legs. Just this side of too short for the chair he was seated in. His hair looking mahogany from the red tint, his eyes that same hot chocolate Minho had seen.
They talked for hours. The shop staff shooing them out at 10 that night after letting them sit an hour past closing. Minho was surprised at how much they had in common. Music tastes, video games, reading material. The list went on and as they walked out laughing, he was glad he'd come.
Something about Jonghyun was captivating. Maybe it was the way his eyes showed exactly what he was thinking, as though they were windows into his mind. Or maybe it was just how easy he was to talk to, Minho wasn't sure. But Jonghyun was nice and fun, and he found himself smiling nonstop.
"Oh my god though, I swear, when I clipped that hurdle I saw my life flash before my eyes. It's bad enough that they make us where those outdated little panty-shorts, but if I would have lost one of the boys there would've been so much hell to pay." Jonghyun said, eyes wide. They'd been talking about when they first started getting into athletics and Jonghyun had been reminded of his first track meet.
Minho doubled over in laughter, tears in his eyes even has he straightened up. "I have to say, that beats my story." He choked out.
Jonghyun's smile was mega watt. The light of the parking garage they were looking ethereal against his tanned skin. And as they hugged, offering farewells as they parted ways, Minho smiled.
This felt like a good decision.
-----
The two became almost inseparable as the weeks went by. Spending days out when they were in classes or at practices. Nights laying out on Minho's bed arguing about who was more toned, or what song was better. Jonghyun would sing for him too. Not that he didn't sing all the time, which if Minho was being honest (and he was always honest with Jonghyun) could be kind of embarrassing in public. But when he sang just for Minho, it made his stomach twist in curl pleasantly.
Jonghyun had even gone to his baseball game that week after the party, and the next two after that until the season finished and the quarter came to an end. Yelling loudly in the stand with every base Minho claimed, every pitch he threw. Minho had gone to Jonghyun's last two track meets too. Shouting from the sides as he watched the shorter man run like fucking lighting and spring with astounding agility over every hurdle. For being shorter than the other runners, he had the grace and strength of a gazelle. He'd taken 1st in each, and Minho had felt an odd sense of pride for him. Though he'd been right to call the uniform panty-shorts, his tanned legs left bare save for the barely modest white clothe. Minho's eyes linger a little longer than he felt they should have.
"Are you in love with him or something? I thought I was the one who liked boys in our friendship." Key quipped at him one night as they sat in his car after seeing a movie with Kibum's official boyfriend, Jinki. The two had finally taken that final step and Kibum was all a twitter. He had a smirk on his face, having asked Minho how he'd been and gotten a full out speech about Jonghyun.
Minho's jaw dropped and he scoffed. "We're just really good friends..."
Key had that look again. That glint in his eyes that said he knew something Minho hadn't realize yet. "But dude, how do you feel about him?"
"He's a good friend. A best friend maybe. We get along and have fun. Damn, Kibum, not everyone is in love with someone just because they hang out a lot and enjoy their company." Minho shrugged.
"Ok." Kibum said simply, buckling up and waiting for Minho to drive him home.
That night, Minho lay in bed, eyes blankly fixed on the cieling. And he realized with crushing certainty that yes, he was in love with Jonghyun. He'd caught himself staring. At his face, his legs in those track shorts, his collar bone in all those shirts he wore with his cute little mole completely visible. He'd somehow fallen in love with him and it made his head swim with both complete giddiness and a throbbing pain.
He knew he wasn't gay. Bi curious maybe, but that wasn't the problem. The problem was Jonghyun himself. Would these feelings be returned? Probably not.
Minho groaned and rolled to his side.
This had been a bad decision after all.
-----
And that's when it started. He started ignoring his texts, or responding with minimal enthusiasm. Missing and not returning calls, flaking on plans. He spent his days laying back on his bed in the summer heat. Two weeks had passed and Jonghyun's texts didn't stop coming like he thought they would. It felt like eternity after spending every day with him. His life spiraling back into that average hum that seemed to disappear whenever he was with Jonghyun. With the other man, he'd seemed to find his voice, find things to smile about throughout his day. He had things to look forward to. And without him, he didn't have any of that. He had exactly what he'd had before and it was painful to think at one point in time he'd been satisfied with that. His days had grown quiet. No songs just for him from those gorgeous pipes. No loud laughter. Just the quiet monotonous thrum of everyday life.
"You've got to stop this Minho. You're wasting away. Why can't you just tell him you love him and just see what he says instead of being a big fucking baby." Kibum scolded, pulling clothes out of Minho's closet once again and tossing them on his lifeless form.
"It's kind of romantic in way though right? I mean, he's completely in love with him and poor Jonghyun doesn't even know. He's been really depressed lately too though. I think he'd be a lot more accepting of it than you think." Jinki said thoughtfully, clapping him sympathetically on the shoulder. Jinki was cute. Glasses perched on his nose, a smile to melt the north pole and a mane of golden brown hair. Kibum's eyes softened as he turned around.
Minho sighed heavily, getting up to change and when he came back to the sight of Kibum and Jinki kissing made his heart clench. An odd mix of jealousy and irritation.
"He's right though, dude. Jonghyun is a good guy. He'll understand." Kibum said, ruffling Jinki's hair affectionately. "I told him to come to the party tonight. So tell him there."
Minho sighed yet again and nodded. What did he have to lose?
-----
The same house. The same place he'd met Jonghyun all those months ago. It seemed like a dream now. The sound of the music was the first thing that met him, snatching a cold beer and scanning the group of people as they milled about. Another college party. Just a bunch of teens and twenty somethings drinking, fucking, and fighting.
Kibum and Jinki gave him encouraging pats on the back before running off to find the hard A, leaving Minho alone to wander. He sipped his beer thoughtfully. What if he wasn't even here? What if he'd gotten a girlfriend or something? What if he'd already had a girlfriend that whole time? They'd seemed to talk about everything but girls when they were together. They'd talked about their sex lives, but Jonghyun had only had a few flings with older women and Minho had only had two long term relationships. With very feminine girls. It still baffled him that he was so in love with someone as masculine as Jonghyun.
Minho drank deeply from the beer in his hand and tossed the empty can into a trash can nearby. If he was going to find Jonghyun, he should do it now. Jonghyun had said he didn't drink much, so hopefully he'd be sober.
Rooms of people, none of them containing the one person he was looking for. Until that is he heard that distinct laugh cut through the music. His heart beat like a caged bird in his chest and he steeled his nerves, running a hand through his hair and walked towards the sound.
There was Jonghyun. Mahogany hair glinting at him in the light. His grey t-shirt hugging close to every muscle he had under his tanned skin, black jeans suctioned onto the curve of his ass and those familiar clunky boots on his feet.
Minho willed his hand not to shake as he tapped him on the shoulder. His heart becoming neutrally buoyant, part happy as hell to see the man he'd been pining for and part disappointed at seeing that he was already very very drunk. Chocolate eyes glassy and red. Fucking great.
Everyone in the group seemed to stop their conversations and stare at them, like they could feel the tension. Minho shifted his feet in nervousness.
"Can I talk to you outside?" His voice didn't betray him at least.
" 'Course you can, m'man." Jonghyun stumbled to his feet, slinging his arm sloppily around Minho's waist.
Super fucking awesome. Just what he needed tonight. A drunken Jonghyun. How was confessing to someone when they were that shitfaced going to make any difference at all? He drug him out to the front porch and seated him on the bench swing and plopped down beside him.
" 'm pretty drunk but 've missed you real bad." Jonghyun mumbled, breaking the silence between them.
They'd been sitting in silence for a few minutes.The sound of bugs chatting in the warm night didn't do much to cut the tension that coiled at the pit of Minho's stomach. Jonghyun had missed him and that made him feel a little better. The older man moved closer and leaned on him heavily. The sharp smell of rum thick on his breath. But Minho couldn't bring himself to care in that moment. After two weeks of avoiding him, the closeness felt nice. The heat of Jonghyun's skin pressing against him through his t-shirt.
"I'm sorry I've been ignoring you lately. I just... had... some things to work out on my own and I'm ok now. But there's something I have to say. Even though you're drunk and you might not remember..." Minho said, wrapping an arm around Jonghyun's shoulders and pressing his cheek into his hair.
Jonghyun guffawed, " 'm an elephant. 'm member everything. I just dun talk right. 'nd 'm dizzy." He clung tighter.
"Yeah? Well if you remember everything, then why do you think I've been avoiding you?" Minho practically whispered. His voice low and the sound of his own pulse hammering in his ears.
Jonghyun looked him right in the eyes and it took a second for Minho to realize there were tears there. Legitimate tears. And he felt his resolve cracking as one sprang free and slid down over one of those high cheek bones he was so fond of.
" 'Cause you hate me or somethin'. 'Cause 'm needy 'nd I talk too much 'nd 'cause you know I like you a whole lot." Jonghyun slurred out, putting his hand over Minho's mouth so he could finish. " 'Nd 'm not even gay or anything. But you make me all fuzzy inside 'nd stuff. 'Nd you're super fuckin' cute when you play baseball. You hate me, yeah? 'Cause now 'm creepy. 'Nd I think you're real real sexy."
Minho took Jonghyun's hand from his mouth and held it in his own, intertwining their fingers. Swiping at the stray tears that were still making their way down his face.
"God, Jonghyun, you cry so much." And he leaned in and pressed a chaste kiss to his lips.
When he felt it being returned, his nervousness finally died and he pulled back. Jonghyun grinned up at him, arms around his neck. But then his face changed and yet again Minho knew exactly what was going to happen.
So it was no surprise when Jonghyun shot up and flung himself to the railing. Emptying his stomach over it, Minho right behind him to pat his back and help him stay steady through three more bouts of vomiting and helped him stand. And despite that, Minho couldn't quell the smile on his face.
" 'Scause of the liquor, not your face." Jonghyun groaned, holding on tight as Minho walked him down the steps and to his car.
Minho soothed him, buckling him up. "I know, it's ok. Don't worry about it baby, I'm taking you home."
----
The first rays of the morning sun cut through the room like a hot knife, sliding their way through the cool air that had settled in the night and heating it slightly. Minho stirred from his sleep and cracked an eye, looking around the room briefly before the nights events fell back into place and he felt himself smile. Feeling the heat beside him of Jonghyun, his head tucked against his neck and his legs tangled with Minho's under the blankets. He could feel the other man's soft breathing ghosting over the skin of his neck and in that moment he felt so content he could have died happily.
Jonghyun had almost puked on his stairs the night before and he was still smiling. Thankfully he'd held it back long enough for Minho to drag him to the bathroom, where he succeeded in puking twice more, cried a little bit about getting some on his shirt and on Minho's as well for that matter. But the younger of the two had brought him a pair of clothe shorts he'd grown out of and a tank top to wear, wiped him down with a wash clothe and he'd dried his eyes.
He ran a hand through Jonghyun's hair and felt him stir then in the pale yellow light of a summer morning. The clock read 6:17am, stupidly early, if anyone was asking Minho.
But Jonghyun groaned and he fought a grin. "Hard night there, slugger?"
A pained laugh and Jonghyun sat up beside him. Minho laying on his back, arms tucked behind his head as he watched the other rub his eyes and bite back a yawn.
"Yeah, I'll say. Never let me do that ever again. I feel like I got the living shit beaten out of me. Ugh, and my throat hurts like a bitch." Jonghyun looked down at him, a smile playing at the corners of his mouth despite how he felt.
Minho grinned. "Well considering the insane amount of vomiting you always seem to manage after you've had a few to many, that would make sense. And the crying. You cry so much. But I have to say, that part is kind of cute."
A sheepish grin in response. "Only for you. No one else will ever see that. Thank god Key wasn't around or he'd never shut up about it."
Minho nodded in agreement and snaked an arm around Jonghyun thin waist. Feeling the muscles move under his skin as he shifted and laid his face against Minho's stomach to look up at him.
"I'm sorry I was such an asshole. I was worried you'd hate me if I told you what was going on. And god damn it you'd better have the memory of a fucking elephant, I don't think I can handle saying it again." Minho said after a paused and he earned a smile from the other.
"I recall me doing all of the 'saying' last night actually. But I guess this means it's a mutual thing then?" A glimmer in his eyes, gentle, loving but with an undertone of insecurity.
"Of course. That's why I avoided you. I mean... I was worried what you'd think. I'm not gay but I guess for you I am? I'm not even making sense. And it might be to soon to say, but I love you, Jonghyun. I don't even give a shit, I just have to have you as mine." Possessive, confident. A tone he'd never heard in his voice in this kind of situation.
But Jonghyun's eyes seemed to melt at the words. "I'm all yours."
The kiss they shared was slow, Minho tasting the staleness of sleep and quite possibly vomit, on the others tongue as they slid together and he couldn't care in the slightest. Jonghyun's mouth was the best treat, the perfect cup of tea.
Jonghyun didn't kiss like anyone he'd kissed before. Which was good, considering he was definitely not a woman. Jonghyun was aggressive, competitive, dominant. But also sweet and slow, savoring in every press and drag of their lips together as he climbed on top of Minho for a better leverage and a better angle. Each man moaning into the kiss as the new position caused their hard lengths to brush.
Jonghyun pulled back just enough to speak, sharing air with Minho as he panted. "I don't want to push your or anything. If this is too fast, let me know."
Minho answered by peeling the borrowed tank top off of Jonghyun's frame. Reveling in the sight of the tanned expanse of his skin uninterrupted. Gripping a hand onto his hip and running a thumb for the soft patch of dark hair that ran from his navel down into the territory that was still covered by his underwear and those thin shorts. A moan poured over the plump lips of the man above him and he trailed his and over the waist band. The sound was musical, the most glorious song Jonghyun had ever belted for him.
Clothes were shed, sweat breaking out on each of their bodies as they kissed and nipped over each other and the sun began to rise higher and higher into the sky. Minho groaned at the heavy friction between their bodies. Sweat and precum making an easy slide as Jonghyun sucked at his neck and canted against him, taking a hold of Minho's hand and shoving his digits into his own mouth for him to suck on.
Thanks to years of friendship with Kibum, Minho knew the basics of having sex with a man. So he didn't hesitate to lave his own fingers liberally with saliva. Didn't waste time in moving his hand back to Jonghyun's entrance to carefully slide a digit in. The older of the two hissed at first but let out a moan when Minho worked it in and out. It was oddly balanced. Each man in a position of dominance. Jonghyun on top, pushing back onto Minho's fingers and assaulting his mouth. The tight heat around his digits made Minho's aching member throb so when Jonghyun finally grabbed the based of his dick and guided it to his hole, Minho couldn't stop the groan.
He watched as Jonghyun slid onto him with relative ease, his teeth gritted a little but as the pain ebbed away and he lifted up to slide back down both men cried out. Minho had never been more thankful for his parents being gone before in his entire life.
Jonghyun was anything but quiet when he found an angle he liked. A symphony of moaning, whimpering and profanities sliding past those plump lips as he rode Minho. His hands sliding over his chest, Minho gripping onto his hips for dear life, meeting every thrust. So when the rolls reversed and Minho flipped them over and slid back in, the wavering cry that Jonghyun gave as he tossed his head to the side was the sweetest fucking melody Minho had ever heard.
A few more thrusts and Minho wrapped his fingers tight around Jonghyun's neglected dick and that was all it took for him to peak. Coming hard and coating the both of them in his seed. As his muscles tightened, Minho followed right behind and emptied himself into him with a moan.
As he moved to the side, pulling the panting ,sweating mess that Jonghyun had become to him, Minho felt alive. Anything but average. Completely extraordinary in fact. Jonghyun nestled closer after wiping himself and Minho clean using the borrowed shirt, wrapping his arms tight around his waist.
"So, you're going to go ahead and be my boyfriend officially now? Other wise I'm going to feel like a huge tool." Jonghyun said, a smile plastered over his features.
Minho laughed and ran his fingers through the silky tufts Jonghyun was lucky enough to call his hair. "Yeah, I'm your boyfriend."
They laughed and laid around together, sharing kisses and thoughts until Minho's phone sprung awake on the beside table and he read the text from Kibum.
It simply said, " I know who you left with!"
Jonghyun read it and grumbled, clapping a hand over his mouth and then covering his eyes. Muttering something about never being able to live it down, issuing a small chuckle and settling back against the tall frame beside him.
Minho could only sigh and grin
Yeah, He'd made a good decision.
rating: NC-17
genre: Romance, smut, kinda fluffy too
Author notes: I had to write this. I love Jonghyun and I love Minho~ This is long though, I warn you now!
Summary: Jonghyun is like a breath of fresh air, coming in and waking Minho up to what the world can really be like and what he really wants.
The smell of stale beer hung on the air, drifting in and out of crowded rooms full of clamoring people. The heavy bass of the sound system hypnotic as Minho worked his way from room to room. Just a bunch of intoxicated teens and twenty-something's drinking, fucking, fighting. No wonder he didn't go to these things much, Minho thought as he downed the last of his beer before tossing the can into the nearest trash bin. A soft buzz, nothing too serious. Just the right amount of alcohol and he cut himself off. College parties in a college town. This was always the outcome it seemed.
The host had been smart enough to place several throughout the place, but the floor was still littered with debris. The thick smell of weed hung on the air as he past one room, seeing a joint circulating through the circled of giggling people around it. Minho wondered briefly if the second hand would get to him at all. He hoped not. He had to be in tip top shape for his baseball game next week and he didn't need the coach having another reason to jump down his throat. He was already tugging the ball and chain of his last music appreciation grade behind him. A constant reminder to stay in form and keep his head clear, and if the coach issued a piss test like he'd been threatening Minho definitely wanted make sure to clear it with out any hang ups.
A hand clasped over his shoulder and he spun around to face Kibum, long time friend. He looked a little alarmed even as a smile cracked over his lips, arm wrapped tightly around the waist of a shorter man.
"Hey Minho, buddy, cam you do me a huge favor?" Kibum's eyes were glassy. Very obviously drunk as he ran a hand rather lovingly through the shorter man's hair.
Minho groaned. "What do you need now?" Kibum was notorious for getting Minho into trouble. But he guessed that's just what happens when you know someone for your entire life, as he had Kibum. And honestly, he didn't always hate it. Even though he usually did.
The raven hair man took a moment to giggle, smudging the last traces of his eyeliner off and mussing his perfectly styled hair before looking Minho in the eyes. "Can you take care of him? I think he's had a bit much. And uh... I have to go find Jinki, ok?"
Minho eyed the guy leaning against Kibum. His chocolate colored hair had a tint of deep red through out, his cardigan and loose, deep necked shirt hanging haphazardly off of one well developed shoulder. His tight grey jeans had tears in the knees and Minho noted his chunky mid calf boots, the left of which was untied. His large eyes were just as glassy as Kibum's but his face was pale. The tell tale sign of too much to drink and not enough to eat before hand to sop up the booze.
Minho tried to choke out an answer, tell Kibum no. No, he could not watch his drunk friend. He had to go home, study for his chem test and sleep the rest of the Friday night off. Anything but take care of some drunk guy. But before he could utter anything, the man was being shoved into Minho's chest and Kibum was tottering off. Shouting for Jinki between bouts of laughter.
"M'surry." The drunk man slurred into Minho's chest, arms curling around his waist helplessly.
So with a sigh Minho hoisted him up as far as he could, with him being at least a full foot shorter and complete dead weight, and drug him outside. Past the rooms of drunk and high youths and out past the patio into the cool night air of late spring. The street was empty, save for a few parked cars and the noise inside was surprisingly snuffed to a dull roar as the door swung shut behind them.
The house was in a pretty quiet neighborhood. Middle upper class, typical suburbia with a col da sac and everything. The picture of average.
Minho watched a street light flicker, setting the short man down on the steps and seating himself beside him with a huff. The man whimpered and leaned closer to him, desperate for something to stabilize him. Anything to ground him and stop the spinning that had to be rushing through his head. And it took a second, as Minho raked his eyes over the sharp jaw and full lips of him to recognize him as Kim Jonghyun. They shared a few classes together. Kibum had mentioned him a few times, in the breaths where he wasn't talking about clothes or how cute Jinki's eyes looked when he smiled. He gathered the two were pretty close friends, save for this entire situation they found themselves in. But then again, Kibum was a very one tracked minded drunk. Never had been very good at taking care of people after a few hardy shots of tequila, but sober the man was quite capable of mothering you to death.
A low groan from the guy beside him stirred Minho out of his thoughts, and it didn't take much to know what was happening in Jonghyun's stomach in that moment as he watched him hiccup slightly, eyes closed and thick brows pulled together in the center.
Minho wasted no time in standing him up, patting his back as the brunette doubled over, hands on his knees and gagged a few times before promptly throwing up into the grass near the walk way. He whimpered lightly, retching again, then again. Yeah, nothing but booze and bile. And maybe a slice of bread it looked like. Minho smirked, patting his back and holding onto his shoulder, being sure to stay out of the line of fire. The last thing he wanted was to be respobsible for him falling face first into his own barf.
One last heave and he stood up, leaning his weight against the tall figure beside him, rubbing at his eyes and Minho realized with mild shock that the other was crying. Big fat tears rolling down his cheeks. Pity curled through his chest then, watching those wet drops pool at his slightly squared chin and drip off as he wiped a hand over his mouth. Never had been able to see people cry without wanting to help. Most people wouldn't peg Minho as a softy, but deep down he was. He spent free time volunteering at an animal shelter in the summer. He'd told people it was to help his chances of getting into college, but even now that he'd got in he didn't plan on stopping.
"I wanna go home. Can I go home now? I want to die. I need to sit." Jonghyun slurred as his breath hitched, more tears spilling out. The bitter smell of vomit and vodka a subtle undertone.
Minho's frowned. He had no idea where this guy lived, if he'd driven here. He knew absolutely nothing. So he asked the only thing he could think to ask.
"You're name is Jonghyun right?" When the latter nodded, Minho continued. "Well I have no idea where you live. Did you drive here?"
Another feeble nod and he sniffled, wiping sloppily at his face. Shit. just what he needed to night. To drunk baby sit for his friend.
"Look, Jonghyun, I don't know why Kibum dropped you on me but I really need to get home." Minho frowned again.
The glassy chocolate eyes of the man beside him changed, pouting up at him as he curled his fingers into Minho's jacket and stared up at him. And he couldn't help it. Staring down at him, the shorter of the two looked helpless. Lost, and scared, like a puppy that no one wanted and Minho steeled his will to no avail.
So he sighed heavily. Annoyed, furious at Kibum, at himself for even coming to this stupid fucking party in the first place. He should have just gone with his parents.
"Look, ok. I don't want to do this, but if you want to you can come with me. I'll drive you back here in the morning so you can pick up your car. But I swear to god, if you puke in my car or in my house I'm going to hand your ass to you, got it?"
Jonghyun frowned and after a long pause nodded. "Your Minho right? I think I know your face or somethin'."
Minho rolled his eyes and confirmed before guiding Jonghyun to his car and buckling him in.
He'd hoped he hadn't made the wrong choice.
----
His house was a few miles over, in a very similar neighborhood. With a col da sac, and rows of beige toned houses with similar average cars parked in each drive way. Minho knew it wasn't anything outrageous or special, but he'd grown up here and it was home. His life has been... average. Everything about him felt average.
Jonghyun was more coherent than he had been, stopping once in the grass by the drive way to dry heave all by himself. Which sounded just as painful as it probably felt and Minho was insanely glad his parents were off on a weekend visit to his grandparents. He should have gone with them, he thought slightly bitter as he watched Jonghyun doubled over yet again and finally spill a small amount of his stomach contents.That had to be all of it at least. Thank god Minho wasn't squeamish. And at least Jonghyun wasn't crying anymore. Just a few trace tears still clinging to his eyes lashes and dried on his cheeks.
They slid out of their shoes in the entrance. Or Minho did, Jonghyun had needed a considerable amount of help and in the process of pulling the clunky boots off for him, he succeeded in getting some vomit on his hand. Gross, but he washed them quickly in the kitchen and grabbed a bottle of water for the drunk man. He guided the stumbling Jonghyun up the stairs and to his bedroom, shutting the door behind them and helping the other man lay back on the left side of his bed.
"Drink this, you'll feel better." Minho instructed, helping him to lean up against some pillows so he wouldn't drown himself and soak the bedding in the process. Slightly selfish intentions.
After downing half the bottle and amazingly capping it off all by himself, Jonghyun looked to him. "You're that friend of Key's aren't you? He talks about you sometimes. Says you like baseball and shit like that. He said you were really nice."
Minho had to smirk at the use of Kibum's favorite nickname. He'd been been groaning over people using his full name for years. Minho still called him by his full name just to be an ass. Jonghyun seemed more collected, stable, after the gastronomic pyrotechnics. His eyes were more focused. Undoubtedly sobered. Or least less drunk. Minho watched as he set the water bottle down on one his bed side tables and curled to his side, knees near his chest, fist pressed between his thighs.
"I'm glad he's saying nice thing about me." Minho chuckled lightly.
Jonghyun hummed in agreement. A light smile curled over his lips and he nestled his head against Minho's spare pillow.
"I'm sorry your stuck taking care of me. I don't usually drink that much." Jonghyun said after a silence. His eyes were closed and within seconds, Minho was sure he was either dead or a sleep.
Minho was almost relieved when he started to snore a little. Nope, just asleep. Tugging the comforter over him and clicking off the light, Minho laid down on the other side of the bed. Being sure to give enough space between them to alleviate any awkwardness.
He hoped this wasn't a bad decision.
----
Minho had awoke to tightness around his torso that morning. At first he'd panicked a little but when he realized that Jonghyun had clung onto him in his sleep, face buried under his chin, red chocolate hair tickling his jaw line.
On the ride back to Jonghyun's car, the man's mouth went a mile a minute. He talked fast and almost nervous. Like the sound of silence pained him a little. He told Minho about his love of singing, how he was a hurdle runner for the track team. Fastest runner their was, he said with a cocky smirk and Minho had rolled his eyes. Apparently, Jonghyun was pretty good at school as well. Not insanely smart, like Jinki was, but he did well. He was also a full year older than Minho, age twenty and in his second year at the college.
"I couldn't believe Kibum was only 19 when I met him. You either honestly, you guys are really mature." Jonghyun said, fiddling with the seat belt as they made a turn and neared the street.
Jonghyun had Minho park near his car, a beat up looking thing which according to the older and shorter man ran like a million bucks, and hopped out. Minho had thought he would just drop off the other man and drive away, but that was apparently not what was going to happen as Jonghyun opened Minho's door, unbuckled him and pulled him out. Tugging him into a hug, squeezing him around the middle before pulling back enough to talk to him.
"I really want to thank you. Seriously, I was probably a handful. A-and I puked a lot and I'm pretty sure I even cried! Did I?" Minho nodded and Jonghyun groaned. "Fucking ridiculously embarrassing. But thank you for being there. Let me make this up to you, et me get to know you or something. Give me your phone."
Minho obliged even as he protested, "You don't have to do anything, it wasn't a big deal."
But Jonghyun shook his head and punched his number into Minho's phone before handing it back.
"I'm serious about this! I'm indebted to you! You let me sleep with you!" He said rather loudly and Minho groaned.
A group of guys leaving the house where the party had been sending suspicious looks to the two of them. Jonghyun failed to notice and grabbed him around the waist again for another hug.
"Ok! Ok! We can hang out or something. People are staring." Minho said, shoving feebly at the human cling wrap.
Jonghyun released him, grinning, a faint blush painting over his cheeks and he cleared his throat. "Good. We should get coffee or something tomorrow. You have my number so text me. I'm going to go home, I feel like absolute shit."
They said goodbyes and Minho watched as Jonghyun sped off, tossing a wave out the window and taking the turn a little faster than Minho was comfortable.
He groaned to himself. He hoped he wasn't making a whole string of bad choices.
----
He sent a text the next day at around noon and the response was almost immediate. His phone chiming to life within seconds. Coffee with him at 5 that evening. Great. It wasn't that Minho didn't think Jonghyun was a nice guy, it was more that... He wasn't sure if they would be compatible friends. But as much as he wanted to say no, even now that he'd already texted him, he couldn't find it in him to do so. Something about those large almond eyes made him comply.
"It's because he's so... genuine. He doesn't hide anything at all. It has that effect on people." Kibum said thoughtfully, rifling through Minho's closet that afternoon at around 3.
"Yah! What are you even doing? It's not like this is a date or something. Jesus, dude." Minho grumbled as Key tossed him a nice looking t-shirt, black jeans and a cardigan he didn't even know he had.
"Jonghyun has been my friend for a while, and I want you guys to hit it off. You need to broaden your social horizon anyway. I can't carry your ass every time we go out." The raven hair man huffed, earning a pillow to the back of the head.
"I rarely go out. Why does it matter?" Minho grumbled, running his hand over his cropped hair thoughtfully.
Key made a sound akin to a hiss mixed with a growl. "Because you idiot, you need more people to hang out with than just the baseball team. You need real friends! Not men to hang around with, scratch your asses and talk about tits."
Minho had to laugh at that. "I'm nothing like that though!"
Kibum gave him the look. The look that said he'd already made his point. And Minho sighed to himself as he changed into the outfit Kibum had picked out for him. He had to admit, he did need some more friends. The baseball team were nice, but Key was right. There was much more to life than a nice pair of tits and sports. And if Jonghyun was going to be nice enough to make up the whole drunken fiasco by hangin g out with him, he should make the most of it.
----
Jonghyun smiled brightly when he saw Minho enter. He looked much the same as he had last time. Clad in a large loose fitting striped sweater, his collarbone exposed entirely. Black jeans practically painted on and those same chunky boots on his feet as he kicked his legs. Just this side of too short for the chair he was seated in. His hair looking mahogany from the red tint, his eyes that same hot chocolate Minho had seen.
They talked for hours. The shop staff shooing them out at 10 that night after letting them sit an hour past closing. Minho was surprised at how much they had in common. Music tastes, video games, reading material. The list went on and as they walked out laughing, he was glad he'd come.
Something about Jonghyun was captivating. Maybe it was the way his eyes showed exactly what he was thinking, as though they were windows into his mind. Or maybe it was just how easy he was to talk to, Minho wasn't sure. But Jonghyun was nice and fun, and he found himself smiling nonstop.
"Oh my god though, I swear, when I clipped that hurdle I saw my life flash before my eyes. It's bad enough that they make us where those outdated little panty-shorts, but if I would have lost one of the boys there would've been so much hell to pay." Jonghyun said, eyes wide. They'd been talking about when they first started getting into athletics and Jonghyun had been reminded of his first track meet.
Minho doubled over in laughter, tears in his eyes even has he straightened up. "I have to say, that beats my story." He choked out.
Jonghyun's smile was mega watt. The light of the parking garage they were looking ethereal against his tanned skin. And as they hugged, offering farewells as they parted ways, Minho smiled.
This felt like a good decision.
-----
The two became almost inseparable as the weeks went by. Spending days out when they were in classes or at practices. Nights laying out on Minho's bed arguing about who was more toned, or what song was better. Jonghyun would sing for him too. Not that he didn't sing all the time, which if Minho was being honest (and he was always honest with Jonghyun) could be kind of embarrassing in public. But when he sang just for Minho, it made his stomach twist in curl pleasantly.
Jonghyun had even gone to his baseball game that week after the party, and the next two after that until the season finished and the quarter came to an end. Yelling loudly in the stand with every base Minho claimed, every pitch he threw. Minho had gone to Jonghyun's last two track meets too. Shouting from the sides as he watched the shorter man run like fucking lighting and spring with astounding agility over every hurdle. For being shorter than the other runners, he had the grace and strength of a gazelle. He'd taken 1st in each, and Minho had felt an odd sense of pride for him. Though he'd been right to call the uniform panty-shorts, his tanned legs left bare save for the barely modest white clothe. Minho's eyes linger a little longer than he felt they should have.
"Are you in love with him or something? I thought I was the one who liked boys in our friendship." Key quipped at him one night as they sat in his car after seeing a movie with Kibum's official boyfriend, Jinki. The two had finally taken that final step and Kibum was all a twitter. He had a smirk on his face, having asked Minho how he'd been and gotten a full out speech about Jonghyun.
Minho's jaw dropped and he scoffed. "We're just really good friends..."
Key had that look again. That glint in his eyes that said he knew something Minho hadn't realize yet. "But dude, how do you feel about him?"
"He's a good friend. A best friend maybe. We get along and have fun. Damn, Kibum, not everyone is in love with someone just because they hang out a lot and enjoy their company." Minho shrugged.
"Ok." Kibum said simply, buckling up and waiting for Minho to drive him home.
That night, Minho lay in bed, eyes blankly fixed on the cieling. And he realized with crushing certainty that yes, he was in love with Jonghyun. He'd caught himself staring. At his face, his legs in those track shorts, his collar bone in all those shirts he wore with his cute little mole completely visible. He'd somehow fallen in love with him and it made his head swim with both complete giddiness and a throbbing pain.
He knew he wasn't gay. Bi curious maybe, but that wasn't the problem. The problem was Jonghyun himself. Would these feelings be returned? Probably not.
Minho groaned and rolled to his side.
This had been a bad decision after all.
-----
And that's when it started. He started ignoring his texts, or responding with minimal enthusiasm. Missing and not returning calls, flaking on plans. He spent his days laying back on his bed in the summer heat. Two weeks had passed and Jonghyun's texts didn't stop coming like he thought they would. It felt like eternity after spending every day with him. His life spiraling back into that average hum that seemed to disappear whenever he was with Jonghyun. With the other man, he'd seemed to find his voice, find things to smile about throughout his day. He had things to look forward to. And without him, he didn't have any of that. He had exactly what he'd had before and it was painful to think at one point in time he'd been satisfied with that. His days had grown quiet. No songs just for him from those gorgeous pipes. No loud laughter. Just the quiet monotonous thrum of everyday life.
"You've got to stop this Minho. You're wasting away. Why can't you just tell him you love him and just see what he says instead of being a big fucking baby." Kibum scolded, pulling clothes out of Minho's closet once again and tossing them on his lifeless form.
"It's kind of romantic in way though right? I mean, he's completely in love with him and poor Jonghyun doesn't even know. He's been really depressed lately too though. I think he'd be a lot more accepting of it than you think." Jinki said thoughtfully, clapping him sympathetically on the shoulder. Jinki was cute. Glasses perched on his nose, a smile to melt the north pole and a mane of golden brown hair. Kibum's eyes softened as he turned around.
Minho sighed heavily, getting up to change and when he came back to the sight of Kibum and Jinki kissing made his heart clench. An odd mix of jealousy and irritation.
"He's right though, dude. Jonghyun is a good guy. He'll understand." Kibum said, ruffling Jinki's hair affectionately. "I told him to come to the party tonight. So tell him there."
Minho sighed yet again and nodded. What did he have to lose?
-----
The same house. The same place he'd met Jonghyun all those months ago. It seemed like a dream now. The sound of the music was the first thing that met him, snatching a cold beer and scanning the group of people as they milled about. Another college party. Just a bunch of teens and twenty somethings drinking, fucking, and fighting.
Kibum and Jinki gave him encouraging pats on the back before running off to find the hard A, leaving Minho alone to wander. He sipped his beer thoughtfully. What if he wasn't even here? What if he'd gotten a girlfriend or something? What if he'd already had a girlfriend that whole time? They'd seemed to talk about everything but girls when they were together. They'd talked about their sex lives, but Jonghyun had only had a few flings with older women and Minho had only had two long term relationships. With very feminine girls. It still baffled him that he was so in love with someone as masculine as Jonghyun.
Minho drank deeply from the beer in his hand and tossed the empty can into a trash can nearby. If he was going to find Jonghyun, he should do it now. Jonghyun had said he didn't drink much, so hopefully he'd be sober.
Rooms of people, none of them containing the one person he was looking for. Until that is he heard that distinct laugh cut through the music. His heart beat like a caged bird in his chest and he steeled his nerves, running a hand through his hair and walked towards the sound.
There was Jonghyun. Mahogany hair glinting at him in the light. His grey t-shirt hugging close to every muscle he had under his tanned skin, black jeans suctioned onto the curve of his ass and those familiar clunky boots on his feet.
Minho willed his hand not to shake as he tapped him on the shoulder. His heart becoming neutrally buoyant, part happy as hell to see the man he'd been pining for and part disappointed at seeing that he was already very very drunk. Chocolate eyes glassy and red. Fucking great.
Everyone in the group seemed to stop their conversations and stare at them, like they could feel the tension. Minho shifted his feet in nervousness.
"Can I talk to you outside?" His voice didn't betray him at least.
" 'Course you can, m'man." Jonghyun stumbled to his feet, slinging his arm sloppily around Minho's waist.
Super fucking awesome. Just what he needed tonight. A drunken Jonghyun. How was confessing to someone when they were that shitfaced going to make any difference at all? He drug him out to the front porch and seated him on the bench swing and plopped down beside him.
" 'm pretty drunk but 've missed you real bad." Jonghyun mumbled, breaking the silence between them.
They'd been sitting in silence for a few minutes.The sound of bugs chatting in the warm night didn't do much to cut the tension that coiled at the pit of Minho's stomach. Jonghyun had missed him and that made him feel a little better. The older man moved closer and leaned on him heavily. The sharp smell of rum thick on his breath. But Minho couldn't bring himself to care in that moment. After two weeks of avoiding him, the closeness felt nice. The heat of Jonghyun's skin pressing against him through his t-shirt.
"I'm sorry I've been ignoring you lately. I just... had... some things to work out on my own and I'm ok now. But there's something I have to say. Even though you're drunk and you might not remember..." Minho said, wrapping an arm around Jonghyun's shoulders and pressing his cheek into his hair.
Jonghyun guffawed, " 'm an elephant. 'm member everything. I just dun talk right. 'nd 'm dizzy." He clung tighter.
"Yeah? Well if you remember everything, then why do you think I've been avoiding you?" Minho practically whispered. His voice low and the sound of his own pulse hammering in his ears.
Jonghyun looked him right in the eyes and it took a second for Minho to realize there were tears there. Legitimate tears. And he felt his resolve cracking as one sprang free and slid down over one of those high cheek bones he was so fond of.
" 'Cause you hate me or somethin'. 'Cause 'm needy 'nd I talk too much 'nd 'cause you know I like you a whole lot." Jonghyun slurred out, putting his hand over Minho's mouth so he could finish. " 'Nd 'm not even gay or anything. But you make me all fuzzy inside 'nd stuff. 'Nd you're super fuckin' cute when you play baseball. You hate me, yeah? 'Cause now 'm creepy. 'Nd I think you're real real sexy."
Minho took Jonghyun's hand from his mouth and held it in his own, intertwining their fingers. Swiping at the stray tears that were still making their way down his face.
"God, Jonghyun, you cry so much." And he leaned in and pressed a chaste kiss to his lips.
When he felt it being returned, his nervousness finally died and he pulled back. Jonghyun grinned up at him, arms around his neck. But then his face changed and yet again Minho knew exactly what was going to happen.
So it was no surprise when Jonghyun shot up and flung himself to the railing. Emptying his stomach over it, Minho right behind him to pat his back and help him stay steady through three more bouts of vomiting and helped him stand. And despite that, Minho couldn't quell the smile on his face.
" 'Scause of the liquor, not your face." Jonghyun groaned, holding on tight as Minho walked him down the steps and to his car.
Minho soothed him, buckling him up. "I know, it's ok. Don't worry about it baby, I'm taking you home."
----
The first rays of the morning sun cut through the room like a hot knife, sliding their way through the cool air that had settled in the night and heating it slightly. Minho stirred from his sleep and cracked an eye, looking around the room briefly before the nights events fell back into place and he felt himself smile. Feeling the heat beside him of Jonghyun, his head tucked against his neck and his legs tangled with Minho's under the blankets. He could feel the other man's soft breathing ghosting over the skin of his neck and in that moment he felt so content he could have died happily.
Jonghyun had almost puked on his stairs the night before and he was still smiling. Thankfully he'd held it back long enough for Minho to drag him to the bathroom, where he succeeded in puking twice more, cried a little bit about getting some on his shirt and on Minho's as well for that matter. But the younger of the two had brought him a pair of clothe shorts he'd grown out of and a tank top to wear, wiped him down with a wash clothe and he'd dried his eyes.
He ran a hand through Jonghyun's hair and felt him stir then in the pale yellow light of a summer morning. The clock read 6:17am, stupidly early, if anyone was asking Minho.
But Jonghyun groaned and he fought a grin. "Hard night there, slugger?"
A pained laugh and Jonghyun sat up beside him. Minho laying on his back, arms tucked behind his head as he watched the other rub his eyes and bite back a yawn.
"Yeah, I'll say. Never let me do that ever again. I feel like I got the living shit beaten out of me. Ugh, and my throat hurts like a bitch." Jonghyun looked down at him, a smile playing at the corners of his mouth despite how he felt.
Minho grinned. "Well considering the insane amount of vomiting you always seem to manage after you've had a few to many, that would make sense. And the crying. You cry so much. But I have to say, that part is kind of cute."
A sheepish grin in response. "Only for you. No one else will ever see that. Thank god Key wasn't around or he'd never shut up about it."
Minho nodded in agreement and snaked an arm around Jonghyun thin waist. Feeling the muscles move under his skin as he shifted and laid his face against Minho's stomach to look up at him.
"I'm sorry I was such an asshole. I was worried you'd hate me if I told you what was going on. And god damn it you'd better have the memory of a fucking elephant, I don't think I can handle saying it again." Minho said after a paused and he earned a smile from the other.
"I recall me doing all of the 'saying' last night actually. But I guess this means it's a mutual thing then?" A glimmer in his eyes, gentle, loving but with an undertone of insecurity.
"Of course. That's why I avoided you. I mean... I was worried what you'd think. I'm not gay but I guess for you I am? I'm not even making sense. And it might be to soon to say, but I love you, Jonghyun. I don't even give a shit, I just have to have you as mine." Possessive, confident. A tone he'd never heard in his voice in this kind of situation.
But Jonghyun's eyes seemed to melt at the words. "I'm all yours."
The kiss they shared was slow, Minho tasting the staleness of sleep and quite possibly vomit, on the others tongue as they slid together and he couldn't care in the slightest. Jonghyun's mouth was the best treat, the perfect cup of tea.
Jonghyun didn't kiss like anyone he'd kissed before. Which was good, considering he was definitely not a woman. Jonghyun was aggressive, competitive, dominant. But also sweet and slow, savoring in every press and drag of their lips together as he climbed on top of Minho for a better leverage and a better angle. Each man moaning into the kiss as the new position caused their hard lengths to brush.
Jonghyun pulled back just enough to speak, sharing air with Minho as he panted. "I don't want to push your or anything. If this is too fast, let me know."
Minho answered by peeling the borrowed tank top off of Jonghyun's frame. Reveling in the sight of the tanned expanse of his skin uninterrupted. Gripping a hand onto his hip and running a thumb for the soft patch of dark hair that ran from his navel down into the territory that was still covered by his underwear and those thin shorts. A moan poured over the plump lips of the man above him and he trailed his and over the waist band. The sound was musical, the most glorious song Jonghyun had ever belted for him.
Clothes were shed, sweat breaking out on each of their bodies as they kissed and nipped over each other and the sun began to rise higher and higher into the sky. Minho groaned at the heavy friction between their bodies. Sweat and precum making an easy slide as Jonghyun sucked at his neck and canted against him, taking a hold of Minho's hand and shoving his digits into his own mouth for him to suck on.
Thanks to years of friendship with Kibum, Minho knew the basics of having sex with a man. So he didn't hesitate to lave his own fingers liberally with saliva. Didn't waste time in moving his hand back to Jonghyun's entrance to carefully slide a digit in. The older of the two hissed at first but let out a moan when Minho worked it in and out. It was oddly balanced. Each man in a position of dominance. Jonghyun on top, pushing back onto Minho's fingers and assaulting his mouth. The tight heat around his digits made Minho's aching member throb so when Jonghyun finally grabbed the based of his dick and guided it to his hole, Minho couldn't stop the groan.
He watched as Jonghyun slid onto him with relative ease, his teeth gritted a little but as the pain ebbed away and he lifted up to slide back down both men cried out. Minho had never been more thankful for his parents being gone before in his entire life.
Jonghyun was anything but quiet when he found an angle he liked. A symphony of moaning, whimpering and profanities sliding past those plump lips as he rode Minho. His hands sliding over his chest, Minho gripping onto his hips for dear life, meeting every thrust. So when the rolls reversed and Minho flipped them over and slid back in, the wavering cry that Jonghyun gave as he tossed his head to the side was the sweetest fucking melody Minho had ever heard.
A few more thrusts and Minho wrapped his fingers tight around Jonghyun's neglected dick and that was all it took for him to peak. Coming hard and coating the both of them in his seed. As his muscles tightened, Minho followed right behind and emptied himself into him with a moan.
As he moved to the side, pulling the panting ,sweating mess that Jonghyun had become to him, Minho felt alive. Anything but average. Completely extraordinary in fact. Jonghyun nestled closer after wiping himself and Minho clean using the borrowed shirt, wrapping his arms tight around his waist.
"So, you're going to go ahead and be my boyfriend officially now? Other wise I'm going to feel like a huge tool." Jonghyun said, a smile plastered over his features.
Minho laughed and ran his fingers through the silky tufts Jonghyun was lucky enough to call his hair. "Yeah, I'm your boyfriend."
They laughed and laid around together, sharing kisses and thoughts until Minho's phone sprung awake on the beside table and he read the text from Kibum.
It simply said, " I know who you left with!"
Jonghyun read it and grumbled, clapping a hand over his mouth and then covering his eyes. Muttering something about never being able to live it down, issuing a small chuckle and settling back against the tall frame beside him.
Minho could only sigh and grin
Yeah, He'd made a good decision.