SHINee Fic Mix 2011 - mariposa02
Title: Karma is a bitch
Author: mariposa02
Pairing: broken!Jongho (Jonghyun/Minho)
Rating: nc-17
Warnings: cursing, sexual content,
Author's Notes: I think I can’t deal with the amount of fail this story has. /sobs
Original Work: Liar, Liar, Pants On Fire by hongjinri
Minho regrets it the moment he flicks his tongue over her swollen clit, his teeth playing with her genital piercing -which makes the whole situation even more ridiculous- what is he even doing?!
He loves Jonghyun and he is in great relationship with him, really. It’s just that his stupid mind is not working the way he wants it to. No, it’s actually his whole body and heart and everything that works against his reasoning.
Minho decides he is just not made for long term relationships. It’s not like he is not happy, there is just that thing about him… he’s competitive. Everything he can’t have he wants to have and as soon as he has it, it becomes uninteresting.
But when he kissed Jonghyun for the first time and he noticed that he really, really cares about him, he decided that he doesn’t want to let this stupid competitiveness have the better of him and well… now he’s together with Jonghyun for two years already.
And Minho reasoned: no, no he can’t do this to Jonghyun, as this girl -he doesn’t even know her name- nibbled on his neck, right where he is the most sensitive. He let out an appreciative sigh as the goose bumps spread over his skin and there was this soft tingling feeling in the pit of his stomach… or lower.
He has missed this. The feeling of something new, something dangerous and free. Without consequences (or that’s what his incoherent mind told him) and without thinking about tomorrow because it’s just a one night stand and this girl cares as much about him as he about her, she’s just a fuck.
And god he hasn’t had pussy in forever.
And when she pushed down into his crotch his brain shut off completely. He doesn’t even know how he got home and how he can be so fucking stupid to be taking her home all he knows is that he is shoving his tongue down her pussy and she is making those noises and Jonghyun sounds so much more beautiful.
God, he should have known, he really should have.
When he hears the cough -fuck, that scared him- and then he looks at Jonghyun who looks all shocked and pissed and confused, but mostly pissed, he thinks that, he, Choi Minho, is probably the only fucking human dumb enough to get caught with a random one night stand just because his brain refuses to work as soon as his dick sets in.
“I didn’t realize that the sex was that bad that I actually turned you straight,” Jonghyun spits and Minho can’t help but flinch, gaze flickering to the girl lying on his bed, sprawled out and legs still spread. Then Minho finally works up the courage to look Jonghyun in the eyes and oh, how he wishes he didn’t.
Minho knows that Jonghyun knows he is trying to think up an excuse. But other than ‘it isn’t what it looks like’, ‘she’s no one to me’ and ‘I love you’ he has no idea what to say.
“It’s not what it looks like,” he finds himself saying and feels the urge to slap himself as Jonghyun shoots him a look of disbelief -that much to his brain capacity.
“I’m going to spend the next couple of days at Kibum and Jinki’s place until, oh I don’t know, forever,” Jonghyun grits out as he stalks out of the room, “I’ll pick up my stuff tomorrow.”
Minho runs after him of course, because what else can he do? He doesn’t want it to be like this, he doesn’t want him to leave, he doesn’t want this to end. He has a half a mind to be embarrassed that he is stark naked and running through their apartment when he tries to stop Jonghyun and ends up pinning him against the door. Normally, both of them would be incredibly turned on in a situation like this but Minho guesses it’s not the best time to be shoving his tongue down Jonghyun’s throat, especially when he can still taste that girl.
He can see Jonghyun’s gaze flicker over his body and Minho has to fight hard against the smirk that wants to form on his lips at the slight appreciative glint in Jonghyun’s eyes.
“She’s nothing to me,” he says, his voice being several pitches too high for his liking. “It was just an innocent fling. You know that I only love you.”
He feels Jonghyun’s hard stare on him, mouth turned downwards and eyes narrowed and Minho can’t believe he just said that, it’s so cliché that even Minho should have come up with something better.
“That’s too bad, because Miss Brazilian wax is the only thing you have right now,” Jonghyun retorts sarcastically as he brushes Minho’s hands off his shoulders. “So, enjoy the feeling of your dick inside of her as long as you can, because it could all be gone tomorrow.”
And Minho can barely see a smirk before Jonghyun disappears.
God, Jonghyun should stop hanging out with Kibum.
***
Minho really, really wants to bury himself the moment it knocks on his apartment door and he is faced with Kibum and Jinki. They have a knack for good timing.
For some reason both have a cup of coffee in their hands, it makes Minho feels insecure. He wonders why.
“Asshole.” Is the first thing Kibum says and if looks could kill Minho would be dead now. Jinki coughs uncomfortably and then tugs as Kibum’s wrists.
“Kibum I really think you shouldn’t-“
“Shut up! Jinki don’t ruin this!”
“What is there to ru-“
“No, be quiet, I’m trying to diss Minho here and you are just interrupting and-“
“Kibum, why do you want to diss him?”
“Why? WHY?” Kibum is screeching in a pitch that makes Minho’s head hurt as he tries to keep up with the conversation without laughing (that would really be the worst he could do).
“Whose side are you on Jinki?!”
“There is no side to be on-“
“No! There is a side and that’s Jonghyun’s! And now shut the fuck up and let me do my thing,” Kibum hits Jinki over the head and with that the argument is finished, gazes focusing back on Minho.
“Uhm,” he says dumbly, because ever since Jonghyun has left he can’t seem to be able retrieve the ability to talk coherently. Kibum is just about to open his mouth again, to probably ‘diss’ him, how he so nobly called it just a few minutes ago, but then there is another voice.
“Minho?"
It’s kind of comical how both of them freeze up, eyes dramatically wide and jaws slack as their heads turn in unison. And then there stands Krystal (yes, she’s the girl he’s had his ‘fun’ with), bag in one hand and unsure eyes on the two boys still standing in the doorway.
“Uhm, I can’t find it,” she says, her head turning to Minho, but her eyes warily staying on Kibum’s face, which has taken on an amusing colour of red.
“Uhm,” Minho repeats and mentally cringes at both his answer and the glare shot his way. Krystal steps closer and Minho is just about to warn her when Kibum’s cup of (by now, cold) coffee lands in her face. Jinki jumps and yelps in surprise at her scream, his cup flying over to land on her chest.
“I can’t fucking believe you,” Kibum hisses and Minho thinks that this is much scarier than Kibum screaming and screeching, he doesn’t move a muscle. Jinki fusses over a shocked Krystal and Kibum rolls his eyes as he turns around and makes a dash for the bedroom.
“Jinki get you fat ass here and help be gather Jonghyun’s things.”
Minho’s heart tugs at that sentence. He doesn’t move or cares to explain anything to Krystal who is now glaring at him. He feels the guilt and the pain and the fear of losing something he had already lost the moment Jonghyun stormed out of their apartment and is quite surprised about how hard it hits him.
He is so dazed that he doesn’t even realize when Kibum is standing right in front of him. What he does realize though is the knee hitting him in his crotch with full force, pain pulsing through his lower regions as he groans and slumps to the ground, causing Jinki, who is trying to follow Kibum as fast as he can to fall over him, feet knocking against Minho’s sides.
Minho keeps lying on the ground, body folded in a foetus position until the door bangs shut two times and he is alone.
***
Life goes on. Of course it does. Minho notices that maybe they are just too young to be completely serious about a relationship. Feelings change and Jonghyun will get over it the same way Minho does.
Yes, Jonghyun will get over it soon, he thinks when he comes home from gym and notices that his apartment looks as if there exploded a bomb. He notices that there are clothes missing, guesses they are the clothes in the pool that his neighbour had been gossiping about. He also guesses that they must have done something to his lotions because it smells funny and when he enters his kitchen and sees the words: ‘Our dreams, our goals, and our moments. You should’ve treasured it when you had the chance, but now they’re gone forever’ messily written on his fridge he can’t help but crack a warm smile.
He feels bad, of course he does, but there is a reason for everything, he has the memories and treasures them, the same way he still does treasure Jonghyun. Even if it’s not love, it’s similar. And as he turns on the music in his car, loud and girlish, hair bleached and skin red, he thinks that this is the reason why he likes Jonghyun so much and taps the steering wheel of his rainbow coloured car with the rhythm of his music. Karma is a bitch, but Minho thinks he can deal with that.