Spin Prince;; Chapter 2.
SPIN PRINCE;; R
CHAPTER 2 <<1
The next few weeks don't go exactly as romantic and smoothly as Minho expects. He leaves Hara mad awkward texts at first, "Hey," "Fighting," "Have a good day," and it isn't unti Hara sends him more forward sweet and naughty ones that leave Minho tingling everytime his phone buzzes that he's able to respond with things such as "I miss you,""I miss the way you smell,""I wish you were here right next to me,""Let's fuck." (He never sends the last one, but stores it in his drafts instead.)
They had become the stereotypical non-couple that Donghae hyung had always warned would happen inevitably if he ever chose to cave in and fall for someone in the industry. Months pass by before they know it, and their schedules are so busy and uncoordinated that they still barely know each other, only able to gage each other by the texts, secret love missions to the camera when they are performing, a brush of the fingers passing by backstage, little smile exchanges, a shy nod or two, a stolen kiss in empty hallways, a lingering whisper in a corner, and and and
Minho's stupidly confused when Hara pushes him into some empty janitorial closet backstage during some event in the countryside and he has no time to think when he fumbles onto a mop being forced to walk backwards.
"I miss you," she whispers, an impish smile playing on her face before she leans in for a kiss, shutting the door behind her with her heel.
"I miss you too but what-" Minho gets cut off when a limber tongue that's not his slides against the roof of his mouth and he can't think, barely breathe. Hara's hands start to play dirty, untucking his perfectly coiffed sweater vest and shirt and he snaps to reality when her index fingers fiddle with his belt loops, making him cough like he's drunk on illixir. He pulls his strong hands onto her weak forearms, honing in on her face. She's looking up at him with vulnerable, lusty eyes and he knows he's the luckiest guy alive, but he's just so confused.
"Hara, I've missed you too," he begins, breaking eye contact with her, resenting those lusty eyes, "But, we're-me-you, perfect sweet, docile you-you-you, we're not the kind of people who behave like this,"
Minho decides this is half the truth because while half of his morning wood fantasies about getting down and dirty with Hara have taken place in far raunchier places and positions, the good half of his brain has always imagined them going on actual dates before doing anything so committal, and he's really taken a liking to the idea of their first time being slow and meaningful in some pristine hotel room, with glorious smooth sheets and white, fluffy pillows surrounding them. He's not exactly sure what Hara wants to do in this rotten, dingy closet but it's not ideal and he realizes he sounds like an uptight girl but he hasn't even held her hands like she wanted yet-
"I haven't even held your hands yet," He whines, lowering his hands from her arms into her petite hands. He interlaces their fingers, but it feels different than when he does it with Taemin, and his palms get sweaty instantly. He looks at the floor, shier than he's ever been because it feels so nice and perfect and she gives his hands a comforting squeeze which makes him blush a shade darker.
"I know, Minho-" they had promised to stop talking formally to each other two weeks ago, "and while there's nothing more I want than to hold your hand in public, we're not exactly normal people. And I've never done this before, but I'm guessing times like these are going to be the only times we're going to have with each other, and if you don't like it that's fine, I won't pressure you, but I'm pretty sure things between us, whatever we are, what are we anyway, well, I don't know but it's always going to be a bit," Hara finally takes a breath, and Minho looks down into those suckering eyes again, "unordthodox."
When she finishes, she's leaning in and up to Minho's figure and he's taken aback by that damn look and he's trying to process what she spewed out and he feels a warm sensation suddenly overwhelm him and somehow his gaze is up at the ceiling and how did that happen and holy shit-
Minho looks down only to see one of Hara's wandering hands make it's way to his crotch, palming his very evident boner through the jean fabric and he's never been more embarrassed and turned on in his life.
"What-" Minho can barely squeak out, before she's giggling again, her massage squeezing a little harder and Minho's so so so off guard he jumps out of his skin, hitting his head against the lightbulb dangling mid-air. "Fuck-that hurt," he mutters, rubbing his bruising head distractedly.
"Aww, you poor thing. Let me make it better for you." Hara's words are barely audible over the ringing in his ears, cheeks and chest and it takes him a good moment to register that his fly is being unzipped and his button is being being undone on his jeans.
"But H-Hara, I hit my head, what are you doing?" Hara's on her precious knees in front of him, and that impish smile is still on her face, and Minho is being taken for another loop again, taking his hands out of his hair and placing them softly on to her bony shoulders. His mind is turning into a bigger pile of mush, ecstasy and confusion and he curses his respond lag, once again.
"I know. And I'm going to make it feel all better for you."
----
"Hyung..."
Minho crawls into Onew's bed, clumsily sliding in the dark careful trying not to wake Taemin or Key up from their slumber. "Jinki hyung." he tries again. Onew moans slightly shuffling around as Minho slides under the covers besides him.
"Minho-yah. What's wrong?"
"Nothing, hyung. I just needed to talk to you."
"Did something happen?" Onew cracks, on high alert. Minho brings a finger to his own lips, hoping the night shadows from the window make it visible.
"No, nothing happened. I - I just needed your advice about something."
"Oh." Onew's taken aback but there's no mistaking his infamous cheeseface even in the dark. "Why couldn't you just ask Jonghyun? You guys are roommates."
"Like hell I'd ask him. I wouldn't ask him and his smelly feet if he was the last person left in Asia after a typhoon."
Onew chuckles, shifting his weight so he's facing Minho's side now.
"What do you do to show someone you like them?" Minho asks slowly, quickly adding, "hypothetically speaking of course. hypothetically."
"Well, it depends on what kind of person they are. You can try take dating them out on a romantic stroll -"
"Impossible."
"Or cook them dinner at their apartment-"
"Slighty impossible-"
"Or you could just buy them something. jewelry, chocolates, flowers, a card-"
"Which one would you do hyung? all of the above?" Minho's trying not to sound eager but he's sure Onew's seeing right through him.
"Well, I think jewelry is personal, and it lasts a lot longer than a box of chocolates," he chuckles again. "but I think if someone bought me chicken I'd be sold."
"Thanks, Jinki hyung." Minho feels his eyes lidding against their own will and he nuzzles his jaw into Onew's shoulder for a makeshift pillow.
"Minho, is this about Hara?"
"Who?" Too obvious. "I mean, what, no."
"If it is, you can tell me. You can trust me."
"It's not. I don't know what you are talking about." He growls a little too defensively. "It was all hypothetically speaking, remember, hyung."
"Okay, okay if you say so," Onew sighs running a hand though Minho's hair, "but you should just be your normal suave, cool self. Any girl will like you for who you are. If she's not crazy."
Minho nods, nuzzling his jaw harder into Onew and he feels like he's a five year old with the best daddy ever.
---
"We're staying there longer this time."
"For how long?"
"Don't be upset-"
"I'm not upset," Minho tries to level his voice to a less threatening tone. "For how long?"
"Three weeks.
"Oh."
"It'll pass by before you know it," Hara's sing-songs sadly. Minho looks up from his defeated stance, back at his computer screen and Hara's captivating face in the video chat. Her room is warm and pink behind her and he bets it probably smells like vanilla cupcakes.
"Hara," Minho starts. Hara bites her lips nervously and Minho chokes a little on his breath, his adam apple gulping prominently in his throat. "You seem so different than what I thought you'd be."
This time Hara's the one breaking eye-contact.
"I-I am? Sorry. I-I didn't realize."
"It's not like that," Minho continues. A grin forms on his face. "I- I remember the first time you talked to me. It was right after you debuted, and you and Jiyoung came to our dressing room to introduce yourselves."
He smiles really hard now, and Hara looks at her computer again.
"And you were so pretty. So pretty. And I never knew how to talk," Minho ignores Hara's scoffing. "And I couldn't think of what to say so I let my hyungs do all the talking, even introduce me. And I finally thought about asking you something, planned a whole sentence in my head about asking you if you were finished with school yet, ready for when you came my way to bow," Minho's laughing outloud now and Hara laughs too, not really sure why, "and when I finally gathered the courage to speak up, you fell face first into the floor in front of me, and when I helped you up my skin burned and I couldn't remember what I was going to say, because you were muttering some cheesy joke about the floors sliding from the greasiness of our aura or something."
"Oh, god you remembered all of that? ALL OF THAT? I thought you would have long forgotten about that."
"It was cute, you know. Seeing you being the general klutz and fail that I am now," Minho sighs. "That I've turned into whenever I'm around you."
"I don't think that. You are a lot more grounded and put together than you seem to think, Minho."
"Well, how come you-you aren't like that around me? You seem so cool and collected and...sexy." Hara's cheeks are so pink and taut that Minho wants to reach into his computer and pinch them.
"That's a lie, Minho. I'm always a mess in my head. But when it comes to you, I feel safe and in a bubble where's only you and me. Is that lame?"
"I like you a lot, Hara."
Timing has never been Minho's expertise and he blurts it out all too suddenly, but Hara's smiling all the same.
"I like you too, Minho. In case you didn't realize."
"I bought you something. I want to show you it."
"You didn't have to, Minho." Hara gleams with joy and she jumps up excitedly in her chair. Minho can see every nook and cranny of her teeth. "Save it for me, when we see each other next time."
"Who know when that'll be, your leaving for eternity," He groans, hastily unwrapping the present underneath his table, gnwaing at the tissue paper with his fingernails. "Besides I didn't have time to wrap it. It's right here."
"Really?" Minho holds it up nervously, before Hara can refuse. It's an intricate necklace, silver chains, an inordinate aqua-colored heart in the middle, and it glistens in just the right way under the lights. Being a member of an idol group did have it's wealthy benefits and hefty allowance.
"Do you like it?" his breath catches again, shaking for her answer. It never comes, at least not in vocal form and she's nodding on the other side, looking down, and Minho thinks she's crying for a second. She looks up for a quick instant, but it's all Minho needs to see the tears formulating down her face that's she's wiping into the Sahara desert.
"I-I didn't mean to make you cry, I'm sorry. If you hate it I'll take it back, god, I am so sorry." He's never fit more into the role of an asshole more in his teenaged life.
"No, no," Hara wipes the remainder of her tears away and it's like it never happened except for the glow in her face, "I love it Minho. I wish I could wear it right now. Thank you."
"Oh, well I'm glad then. When I see you wear it, I'll be really happy." Minho cocks an eyebrow.
"Yeah? Let me show you how grateful I am for the present with one of my own, then." Hara's cocking an eyebrow right back at him, and she fiddles in her seat, before taking off her shirt, revealing a very, very, lacy and pink negligee that's so pink it matches the walls behind her. Minho wipes the slobber out of his chin and he makes that face that Key told him not to, but it's staying on his face. Permanently.
"You like it?" Minho can only nod, more drool leaving the sides of his mouth as Hara leans into her webcam, blowing a kissy face into it. "I bought it just for you."
"Yeah? Yeah, I like it-" Minho thinks he shoudl've bought her a matching bracelet and earring set. Hara giggles, slowly pulling down one of those see-through straps down her shoulder and -
"Holy fucking shit."
Minho turns around to see Jonghyun with his eyes boggling out of his sockets behind him, just entering the room.
"See you later, Hara!" Minho quickly mutters, flashing her a frantic look before unplugging his laptop, shoving the necklace into his pocket, running to his bed.
"I-"
"Not a word, Jonghyun hyung."
---
"It's my room too you know-" Jonghyun tries to say, later that night in the dark.
"Shut up." Minho mutters, turning around to the other side of his bed.
"If you had just told me ahead of time that you needed the room-"
"Shut up."
"I didn't know you were like tha-"
"Shut up, hyung."
---
He's at the brunch table days later, a half woken Jonghyun and Onew in tow, all chewing their cereal in silence. But Onew looks at him weirdly and he's exchanging a glance with Jonghyun right in front of Minho and Minho's morning temper is at it's last wit.
"What, hyung?"
"Minho-"
"What?"
"Temper, temper." Jonghyun slurs into his cup of morning coffee across the table. Minho kicks him hard.
"Minho, is there anything going on between you and Hara Goo? Look, we won't tell anyone but as your bandmates we should at least now so we can protect you against outside forces." Onew hesitates. "Like our managers, in case they find out."
"I don't know what you are talking about." Minho quips, his voice faltering. He was never good at lying in the morning.
"That's not what Key said Nicole told him that Hara said." Jonghyun's using a sing-song voice but it's not as cute as Hara's.
"There's absolutely nothing going on with you two?" Minho nods to Onew, unconvincingly.
"Man, Nicole told Key that Hara was going to bawl if you denied it. Sucks for her."
"What, she what?" Minho sputters out his last spoon of milk.
"Key told us everything, Minho. And Nicole told him that Hara really likes you but she said that if you denied it if meant you guys weren't really dating..."
"Shit," Minho mutters.
"I told you it would work, Jinki hyung!"
"Ah, so you guys are dating?"
"Yes, wait-what-" Minho opens his eyes a little bigger, in disbelief that he actaully fell for one of Jonghyun's stupid games.
"I hate you. I hate you both."
----
She stands in the doorway, a slight blush already creeping on his cheeks. Minho tries to keep his cool, because this is possibly the weirdest thing he's ever done, but Jonghyun's standing near Hara, his eyebrows raised at her suggestively and there's nothing more Minho wants to do at the moment than smack the smug right off his face.
"Okay, bye guys! Have...fun." Jonghyun says, no, yells; but he still stands in the same spot, eyes never going away from Hara. She looks to Minho for help, and so he coughs loudly with such force that Jonghyun scoots out of sight from the door, slamming it behind.
Hara doesn't make a step, holding on to her little duffel bag. Minho takes a deep breath, remembering his promise to his self to keep his cool, walking to Hara.
He barely makes it half-way across the room when he feels his knees give out slightly and he hisses at himself to pull it together. Hara looks equally fidgety and only looks at him when he's directly in front of her, so Minho gives her a little peck, taking her bag. He clasps her hand into his, hoping she doesn't get turned off by the sweat, as he leads her to the other side of the small room where his bed is.
Straight to the point? He wonders, but she doesn't say anything when he places her bag at the edge of the high-rised bed.
"What's in there? It weighs a ton," he snickers. Hara punches him in the stomach slightly, still not making eye contact.
"Shut up. I brought things I need. Like my toothbrush and stuff."
"Mmm-hmm." Minho doesn't know what he's supposed to do, and he wonders if Jonghyun would have just thrown Hara on the bed by now to ravage her or if he would've engaged in an hour of foreplay at first. Screw Jonghyun. "So, were they okay for covering for you? How did it work out."
He lifts a hand to Hara's upper arm, letting it linger on her creamy skin.
"Oh, Jiyoung's covering for me in our room. She's got this whole elaborate plan set up. And if anyone demands to know where I am, she's going to tell them Hyori noona took me out drinking for the night,"
"But won't that get Hyori noona in trouble?" He says, pulling Hara to sit at the edge of the bed. She's a little hesistant but he keeps his distant for his own sake.
"No, she always told me she'd cover for me too," Hara's voice is squeaking a little, Minho can't help notice and he wonders if she's more nervous than him, "but I'll call her if anything happens before she can take the heat or whatever."
Minho really doesn't get what Hara's saying but he goes with it. He pulls at his shirt collar, and looks around. The rooms feeling a tad claustrophobic and warm.
"Yeah, should I open the window? It's heating up in here." He pulls at his collar a little harder before Hara's own hands are on his, stopping him.
"Minho, it's October." She says with a deadpanned expression.
"Oh, right."
"So...where did Jonghyun go off to? Is he okay with...you know, the situation?"
"God, who knows." Minho's muttering again. "He didn't tell me where he was going to go- probably to some his secret girlfriend's house or something."
"He has a secret girlfriend? Who?" Hara pipes up excitedly, and Minho feels a little miffed all of a sudden.
"I don't know, I was just guessing that's where'd he go."
"Oh, I thought he liked, oh nevermind-"
"Wait, who did you think he liked?"
"Some girl we both know-but," Minho notices that Hara's edged her way nervously to his side of the bed. "can we not talk about him anymore?"
"Okay." He kind of wants to inquire more, but he feels like that's called gossip or something and he doesn't care that much at the moment because Hara's taking her sweater off and he recognizes that frilly piece of fabric she's wearing instantly.
"I wanted to wear it for you in person."
"I love it." And that, that is not a lie.
"I was hoping that after you undress me I could wear that necklace you bought me instead."
"O-okay."
---
Minho's on top of Hara in his bed, naked, sweaty, heart pulsating, random hairs sticking up- and he's never felt more awkward in his life.
Memories of his one and only time he's ever had sex fill his mind; but it's not much to go on as it lasted only five minutes and Minho wasn't even sure he did anything the majority of that time. He recalls that time he woke up to Sooyoung and remembers how nauseated and tingly he felt when he woke up, and god did they or did they have sex that night? He's so frustrated he groans out loud.
"Minho, what are you thinking about?" Minho looks down, snapped back into an uncomfortable reverie, and there's Hara, her face all angelic, sexy, naked, and waiting and she looks just as scared as he is but she's doing a much better job of pretending that she's not.
"What," he breathes, "nothing. Nothing."
"Minho-"
"I'm fine baby," he cooes again, his words coming out shaky. Why is he so nervous? It's not like he and Hara had never fooled around before- there was that one time she gave him a blowjob, the other time she let him fondle her breasts in an empty dressing room, the other time he had sort of fingered her in an elevator, but this was entirely different and all he could think about was how badly he was going to screw this up and how she would never look at him the same way again but he is confident this is going to end horrible-
"Minho-"
"Hara, I swear I'm okay." He leans down, kissing her softly, making sure not to press his weight onto her, "I'm fine."
---
They lay awkwardly, side by side, arms barely brushing each other as they stare at the impeccably boring white ceiling. Minho opens his mouth up to say something, anything but no words can come out. The sun is up now, hours passed by with neither really sleeping the whole night, trying nicely not to bump into one another in their fake slumbers of silence. But now the tension was in the room, smack dab in the middle of the space on the bed.
"Hara, I-"
"No, I-"
"I'm sorry -"
"It's fine...really,"
Minho sighs, throwing his hands into his face in frustration. He's less embarrassed and more angry than anything, at himself, at his body for betraying him, but mostly at his mind for over thinking everything per usual.
"I was a virgin," Hara whispers slowly, "so it's not like I had it to compare it anything to. Don't feel bad, Minho, really."
Well, shit.
Minho sprouts up, resting his body on one elbow, eyes on Hara, determination not to falter and blink.
"Hara, I just wanted everything to be perfect for you. I've only had had sex before once, and I kept thinking about it, how bad I was at it, how I didn't want to mess it up with you, how I wanted to make you feel comfortable."
"Minho,"
"No, I'm sorry. Now you probably hate me for taking away your virginity. You'll probably want to break up which, I get - I mean I don't even know why would you agree to this in the first place, why you would even like me in the first place, I'm not graceful, i can't talk, I'm bossy, I have a temper-"
"You're also irritating, you're awkward," Hara interupts, propping herself on her own elbows now, equally facing Minho and he momentarily gets distracted by those beautiful locks framing her face again, "You never say anything as romantic as you could, you'd much rather hold hands with Taemin than me anyday, you get embarassed when someone says my name in public, I know because Nicole told me that Key told her you pretend I don't exist if someone says something about me Minho -- and you're horrible at calling me back in time-"
"Yeah."
"And you also never seem to shut up once you start talking, but I don't even know how to respond to that because it's so hard to get you to open up in the first place. And the worst thing about you, Minho is that you, you are entirely way too hard on yourself and you can't even see that all of your worst traits make you, you and that's why I like you."
Hara finishes, her tiny nose scrunched up as she shifts towards Minho, pressing her frame into his. She takes a finger to his nose and taps it.
"But why do you like me? I'm a fool."
Hara sighs, pressing her chest into his, hoping he gets the signal and Minho fails at keeping his eyes from bugging out.
"Oh, you are a fool. You are so stupid sometimes. Minho, I like you because you're you. It's that simple." Minho lets a grin escape his mouth, acknowleding the words Hara spills out. He's lucky, he really is. "And if I have to tell you that one more time, I'm not going to let you try to make things better again. And I mean it."
Minho bounces up, suddenly feeling the confident boost he needed fourteen hours ago and he slides a frisky arm around Hara's waist as she giggles slightly, fingers curling around his neck.
"No, no I get it now I promise. I just don't want to mess it up this time." Minho leans in for a windy kiss but Hara avoids it, a big grin of her own formulating over her face.
"Well, Minho. You know what your worst trait is?" Minho shakes his head, utterly confused but it doesn't take him long to look into those huge, lusty, warming eyes again to know he's right where he's supposed to be. "You're competitive. Everything you're good at is because you make it a competition and it's irritating and embarrassing but I know you get a thrill out of finally winning something, and it's the only time you're ever happy,"
Hara's arms lap around Minho's back and she leans in so close to him he can feel her breath with every word in his mouth. "So just think of me as the prize that you won't get unless you win the game."
"Okay!" Minho's heart leaps into a billion gold medals as he crushes himself onto Hara into a blind-sweepingly hug. This is love baby, this is love.
He's just so smitten.
---
He folds his laundry on his bed, humming some non-descipt tune quietly, a smirk on his face getting bigger with each turn of his towels.
This goes unmistaken by a shrewd Jonghyun, watching his every move. Boys just know these things, sometimes. But with them, everything is a game, a competition of the wits that they just can't lose even if they already lost.
"So, Minho. When was the last time you got laid?"
Minho just smiles, folding another towel, not bothering to look up.
"No, hyung. When was the last time you were laid?"
Jonghyun gasps slightly, his eyes wide, opening up at his realization of losing.
"Touche."
----
END
CHAPTER 2 <<1
The next few weeks don't go exactly as romantic and smoothly as Minho expects. He leaves Hara mad awkward texts at first, "Hey," "Fighting," "Have a good day," and it isn't unti Hara sends him more forward sweet and naughty ones that leave Minho tingling everytime his phone buzzes that he's able to respond with things such as "I miss you,""I miss the way you smell,""I wish you were here right next to me,""Let's fuck." (He never sends the last one, but stores it in his drafts instead.)
They had become the stereotypical non-couple that Donghae hyung had always warned would happen inevitably if he ever chose to cave in and fall for someone in the industry. Months pass by before they know it, and their schedules are so busy and uncoordinated that they still barely know each other, only able to gage each other by the texts, secret love missions to the camera when they are performing, a brush of the fingers passing by backstage, little smile exchanges, a shy nod or two, a stolen kiss in empty hallways, a lingering whisper in a corner, and and and
Minho's stupidly confused when Hara pushes him into some empty janitorial closet backstage during some event in the countryside and he has no time to think when he fumbles onto a mop being forced to walk backwards.
"I miss you," she whispers, an impish smile playing on her face before she leans in for a kiss, shutting the door behind her with her heel.
"I miss you too but what-" Minho gets cut off when a limber tongue that's not his slides against the roof of his mouth and he can't think, barely breathe. Hara's hands start to play dirty, untucking his perfectly coiffed sweater vest and shirt and he snaps to reality when her index fingers fiddle with his belt loops, making him cough like he's drunk on illixir. He pulls his strong hands onto her weak forearms, honing in on her face. She's looking up at him with vulnerable, lusty eyes and he knows he's the luckiest guy alive, but he's just so confused.
"Hara, I've missed you too," he begins, breaking eye contact with her, resenting those lusty eyes, "But, we're-me-you, perfect sweet, docile you-you-you, we're not the kind of people who behave like this,"
Minho decides this is half the truth because while half of his morning wood fantasies about getting down and dirty with Hara have taken place in far raunchier places and positions, the good half of his brain has always imagined them going on actual dates before doing anything so committal, and he's really taken a liking to the idea of their first time being slow and meaningful in some pristine hotel room, with glorious smooth sheets and white, fluffy pillows surrounding them. He's not exactly sure what Hara wants to do in this rotten, dingy closet but it's not ideal and he realizes he sounds like an uptight girl but he hasn't even held her hands like she wanted yet-
"I haven't even held your hands yet," He whines, lowering his hands from her arms into her petite hands. He interlaces their fingers, but it feels different than when he does it with Taemin, and his palms get sweaty instantly. He looks at the floor, shier than he's ever been because it feels so nice and perfect and she gives his hands a comforting squeeze which makes him blush a shade darker.
"I know, Minho-" they had promised to stop talking formally to each other two weeks ago, "and while there's nothing more I want than to hold your hand in public, we're not exactly normal people. And I've never done this before, but I'm guessing times like these are going to be the only times we're going to have with each other, and if you don't like it that's fine, I won't pressure you, but I'm pretty sure things between us, whatever we are, what are we anyway, well, I don't know but it's always going to be a bit," Hara finally takes a breath, and Minho looks down into those suckering eyes again, "unordthodox."
When she finishes, she's leaning in and up to Minho's figure and he's taken aback by that damn look and he's trying to process what she spewed out and he feels a warm sensation suddenly overwhelm him and somehow his gaze is up at the ceiling and how did that happen and holy shit-
Minho looks down only to see one of Hara's wandering hands make it's way to his crotch, palming his very evident boner through the jean fabric and he's never been more embarrassed and turned on in his life.
"What-" Minho can barely squeak out, before she's giggling again, her massage squeezing a little harder and Minho's so so so off guard he jumps out of his skin, hitting his head against the lightbulb dangling mid-air. "Fuck-that hurt," he mutters, rubbing his bruising head distractedly.
"Aww, you poor thing. Let me make it better for you." Hara's words are barely audible over the ringing in his ears, cheeks and chest and it takes him a good moment to register that his fly is being unzipped and his button is being being undone on his jeans.
"But H-Hara, I hit my head, what are you doing?" Hara's on her precious knees in front of him, and that impish smile is still on her face, and Minho is being taken for another loop again, taking his hands out of his hair and placing them softly on to her bony shoulders. His mind is turning into a bigger pile of mush, ecstasy and confusion and he curses his respond lag, once again.
"I know. And I'm going to make it feel all better for you."
----
"Hyung..."
Minho crawls into Onew's bed, clumsily sliding in the dark careful trying not to wake Taemin or Key up from their slumber. "Jinki hyung." he tries again. Onew moans slightly shuffling around as Minho slides under the covers besides him.
"Minho-yah. What's wrong?"
"Nothing, hyung. I just needed to talk to you."
"Did something happen?" Onew cracks, on high alert. Minho brings a finger to his own lips, hoping the night shadows from the window make it visible.
"No, nothing happened. I - I just needed your advice about something."
"Oh." Onew's taken aback but there's no mistaking his infamous cheeseface even in the dark. "Why couldn't you just ask Jonghyun? You guys are roommates."
"Like hell I'd ask him. I wouldn't ask him and his smelly feet if he was the last person left in Asia after a typhoon."
Onew chuckles, shifting his weight so he's facing Minho's side now.
"What do you do to show someone you like them?" Minho asks slowly, quickly adding, "hypothetically speaking of course. hypothetically."
"Well, it depends on what kind of person they are. You can try take dating them out on a romantic stroll -"
"Impossible."
"Or cook them dinner at their apartment-"
"Slighty impossible-"
"Or you could just buy them something. jewelry, chocolates, flowers, a card-"
"Which one would you do hyung? all of the above?" Minho's trying not to sound eager but he's sure Onew's seeing right through him.
"Well, I think jewelry is personal, and it lasts a lot longer than a box of chocolates," he chuckles again. "but I think if someone bought me chicken I'd be sold."
"Thanks, Jinki hyung." Minho feels his eyes lidding against their own will and he nuzzles his jaw into Onew's shoulder for a makeshift pillow.
"Minho, is this about Hara?"
"Who?" Too obvious. "I mean, what, no."
"If it is, you can tell me. You can trust me."
"It's not. I don't know what you are talking about." He growls a little too defensively. "It was all hypothetically speaking, remember, hyung."
"Okay, okay if you say so," Onew sighs running a hand though Minho's hair, "but you should just be your normal suave, cool self. Any girl will like you for who you are. If she's not crazy."
Minho nods, nuzzling his jaw harder into Onew and he feels like he's a five year old with the best daddy ever.
---
"We're staying there longer this time."
"For how long?"
"Don't be upset-"
"I'm not upset," Minho tries to level his voice to a less threatening tone. "For how long?"
"Three weeks.
"Oh."
"It'll pass by before you know it," Hara's sing-songs sadly. Minho looks up from his defeated stance, back at his computer screen and Hara's captivating face in the video chat. Her room is warm and pink behind her and he bets it probably smells like vanilla cupcakes.
"Hara," Minho starts. Hara bites her lips nervously and Minho chokes a little on his breath, his adam apple gulping prominently in his throat. "You seem so different than what I thought you'd be."
This time Hara's the one breaking eye-contact.
"I-I am? Sorry. I-I didn't realize."
"It's not like that," Minho continues. A grin forms on his face. "I- I remember the first time you talked to me. It was right after you debuted, and you and Jiyoung came to our dressing room to introduce yourselves."
He smiles really hard now, and Hara looks at her computer again.
"And you were so pretty. So pretty. And I never knew how to talk," Minho ignores Hara's scoffing. "And I couldn't think of what to say so I let my hyungs do all the talking, even introduce me. And I finally thought about asking you something, planned a whole sentence in my head about asking you if you were finished with school yet, ready for when you came my way to bow," Minho's laughing outloud now and Hara laughs too, not really sure why, "and when I finally gathered the courage to speak up, you fell face first into the floor in front of me, and when I helped you up my skin burned and I couldn't remember what I was going to say, because you were muttering some cheesy joke about the floors sliding from the greasiness of our aura or something."
"Oh, god you remembered all of that? ALL OF THAT? I thought you would have long forgotten about that."
"It was cute, you know. Seeing you being the general klutz and fail that I am now," Minho sighs. "That I've turned into whenever I'm around you."
"I don't think that. You are a lot more grounded and put together than you seem to think, Minho."
"Well, how come you-you aren't like that around me? You seem so cool and collected and...sexy." Hara's cheeks are so pink and taut that Minho wants to reach into his computer and pinch them.
"That's a lie, Minho. I'm always a mess in my head. But when it comes to you, I feel safe and in a bubble where's only you and me. Is that lame?"
"I like you a lot, Hara."
Timing has never been Minho's expertise and he blurts it out all too suddenly, but Hara's smiling all the same.
"I like you too, Minho. In case you didn't realize."
"I bought you something. I want to show you it."
"You didn't have to, Minho." Hara gleams with joy and she jumps up excitedly in her chair. Minho can see every nook and cranny of her teeth. "Save it for me, when we see each other next time."
"Who know when that'll be, your leaving for eternity," He groans, hastily unwrapping the present underneath his table, gnwaing at the tissue paper with his fingernails. "Besides I didn't have time to wrap it. It's right here."
"Really?" Minho holds it up nervously, before Hara can refuse. It's an intricate necklace, silver chains, an inordinate aqua-colored heart in the middle, and it glistens in just the right way under the lights. Being a member of an idol group did have it's wealthy benefits and hefty allowance.
"Do you like it?" his breath catches again, shaking for her answer. It never comes, at least not in vocal form and she's nodding on the other side, looking down, and Minho thinks she's crying for a second. She looks up for a quick instant, but it's all Minho needs to see the tears formulating down her face that's she's wiping into the Sahara desert.
"I-I didn't mean to make you cry, I'm sorry. If you hate it I'll take it back, god, I am so sorry." He's never fit more into the role of an asshole more in his teenaged life.
"No, no," Hara wipes the remainder of her tears away and it's like it never happened except for the glow in her face, "I love it Minho. I wish I could wear it right now. Thank you."
"Oh, well I'm glad then. When I see you wear it, I'll be really happy." Minho cocks an eyebrow.
"Yeah? Let me show you how grateful I am for the present with one of my own, then." Hara's cocking an eyebrow right back at him, and she fiddles in her seat, before taking off her shirt, revealing a very, very, lacy and pink negligee that's so pink it matches the walls behind her. Minho wipes the slobber out of his chin and he makes that face that Key told him not to, but it's staying on his face. Permanently.
"You like it?" Minho can only nod, more drool leaving the sides of his mouth as Hara leans into her webcam, blowing a kissy face into it. "I bought it just for you."
"Yeah? Yeah, I like it-" Minho thinks he shoudl've bought her a matching bracelet and earring set. Hara giggles, slowly pulling down one of those see-through straps down her shoulder and -
"Holy fucking shit."
Minho turns around to see Jonghyun with his eyes boggling out of his sockets behind him, just entering the room.
"See you later, Hara!" Minho quickly mutters, flashing her a frantic look before unplugging his laptop, shoving the necklace into his pocket, running to his bed.
"I-"
"Not a word, Jonghyun hyung."
---
"It's my room too you know-" Jonghyun tries to say, later that night in the dark.
"Shut up." Minho mutters, turning around to the other side of his bed.
"If you had just told me ahead of time that you needed the room-"
"Shut up."
"I didn't know you were like tha-"
"Shut up, hyung."
---
He's at the brunch table days later, a half woken Jonghyun and Onew in tow, all chewing their cereal in silence. But Onew looks at him weirdly and he's exchanging a glance with Jonghyun right in front of Minho and Minho's morning temper is at it's last wit.
"What, hyung?"
"Minho-"
"What?"
"Temper, temper." Jonghyun slurs into his cup of morning coffee across the table. Minho kicks him hard.
"Minho, is there anything going on between you and Hara Goo? Look, we won't tell anyone but as your bandmates we should at least now so we can protect you against outside forces." Onew hesitates. "Like our managers, in case they find out."
"I don't know what you are talking about." Minho quips, his voice faltering. He was never good at lying in the morning.
"That's not what Key said Nicole told him that Hara said." Jonghyun's using a sing-song voice but it's not as cute as Hara's.
"There's absolutely nothing going on with you two?" Minho nods to Onew, unconvincingly.
"Man, Nicole told Key that Hara was going to bawl if you denied it. Sucks for her."
"What, she what?" Minho sputters out his last spoon of milk.
"Key told us everything, Minho. And Nicole told him that Hara really likes you but she said that if you denied it if meant you guys weren't really dating..."
"Shit," Minho mutters.
"I told you it would work, Jinki hyung!"
"Ah, so you guys are dating?"
"Yes, wait-what-" Minho opens his eyes a little bigger, in disbelief that he actaully fell for one of Jonghyun's stupid games.
"I hate you. I hate you both."
----
She stands in the doorway, a slight blush already creeping on his cheeks. Minho tries to keep his cool, because this is possibly the weirdest thing he's ever done, but Jonghyun's standing near Hara, his eyebrows raised at her suggestively and there's nothing more Minho wants to do at the moment than smack the smug right off his face.
"Okay, bye guys! Have...fun." Jonghyun says, no, yells; but he still stands in the same spot, eyes never going away from Hara. She looks to Minho for help, and so he coughs loudly with such force that Jonghyun scoots out of sight from the door, slamming it behind.
Hara doesn't make a step, holding on to her little duffel bag. Minho takes a deep breath, remembering his promise to his self to keep his cool, walking to Hara.
He barely makes it half-way across the room when he feels his knees give out slightly and he hisses at himself to pull it together. Hara looks equally fidgety and only looks at him when he's directly in front of her, so Minho gives her a little peck, taking her bag. He clasps her hand into his, hoping she doesn't get turned off by the sweat, as he leads her to the other side of the small room where his bed is.
Straight to the point? He wonders, but she doesn't say anything when he places her bag at the edge of the high-rised bed.
"What's in there? It weighs a ton," he snickers. Hara punches him in the stomach slightly, still not making eye contact.
"Shut up. I brought things I need. Like my toothbrush and stuff."
"Mmm-hmm." Minho doesn't know what he's supposed to do, and he wonders if Jonghyun would have just thrown Hara on the bed by now to ravage her or if he would've engaged in an hour of foreplay at first. Screw Jonghyun. "So, were they okay for covering for you? How did it work out."
He lifts a hand to Hara's upper arm, letting it linger on her creamy skin.
"Oh, Jiyoung's covering for me in our room. She's got this whole elaborate plan set up. And if anyone demands to know where I am, she's going to tell them Hyori noona took me out drinking for the night,"
"But won't that get Hyori noona in trouble?" He says, pulling Hara to sit at the edge of the bed. She's a little hesistant but he keeps his distant for his own sake.
"No, she always told me she'd cover for me too," Hara's voice is squeaking a little, Minho can't help notice and he wonders if she's more nervous than him, "but I'll call her if anything happens before she can take the heat or whatever."
Minho really doesn't get what Hara's saying but he goes with it. He pulls at his shirt collar, and looks around. The rooms feeling a tad claustrophobic and warm.
"Yeah, should I open the window? It's heating up in here." He pulls at his collar a little harder before Hara's own hands are on his, stopping him.
"Minho, it's October." She says with a deadpanned expression.
"Oh, right."
"So...where did Jonghyun go off to? Is he okay with...you know, the situation?"
"God, who knows." Minho's muttering again. "He didn't tell me where he was going to go- probably to some his secret girlfriend's house or something."
"He has a secret girlfriend? Who?" Hara pipes up excitedly, and Minho feels a little miffed all of a sudden.
"I don't know, I was just guessing that's where'd he go."
"Oh, I thought he liked, oh nevermind-"
"Wait, who did you think he liked?"
"Some girl we both know-but," Minho notices that Hara's edged her way nervously to his side of the bed. "can we not talk about him anymore?"
"Okay." He kind of wants to inquire more, but he feels like that's called gossip or something and he doesn't care that much at the moment because Hara's taking her sweater off and he recognizes that frilly piece of fabric she's wearing instantly.
"I wanted to wear it for you in person."
"I love it." And that, that is not a lie.
"I was hoping that after you undress me I could wear that necklace you bought me instead."
"O-okay."
---
Minho's on top of Hara in his bed, naked, sweaty, heart pulsating, random hairs sticking up- and he's never felt more awkward in his life.
Memories of his one and only time he's ever had sex fill his mind; but it's not much to go on as it lasted only five minutes and Minho wasn't even sure he did anything the majority of that time. He recalls that time he woke up to Sooyoung and remembers how nauseated and tingly he felt when he woke up, and god did they or did they have sex that night? He's so frustrated he groans out loud.
"Minho, what are you thinking about?" Minho looks down, snapped back into an uncomfortable reverie, and there's Hara, her face all angelic, sexy, naked, and waiting and she looks just as scared as he is but she's doing a much better job of pretending that she's not.
"What," he breathes, "nothing. Nothing."
"Minho-"
"I'm fine baby," he cooes again, his words coming out shaky. Why is he so nervous? It's not like he and Hara had never fooled around before- there was that one time she gave him a blowjob, the other time she let him fondle her breasts in an empty dressing room, the other time he had sort of fingered her in an elevator, but this was entirely different and all he could think about was how badly he was going to screw this up and how she would never look at him the same way again but he is confident this is going to end horrible-
"Minho-"
"Hara, I swear I'm okay." He leans down, kissing her softly, making sure not to press his weight onto her, "I'm fine."
---
They lay awkwardly, side by side, arms barely brushing each other as they stare at the impeccably boring white ceiling. Minho opens his mouth up to say something, anything but no words can come out. The sun is up now, hours passed by with neither really sleeping the whole night, trying nicely not to bump into one another in their fake slumbers of silence. But now the tension was in the room, smack dab in the middle of the space on the bed.
"Hara, I-"
"No, I-"
"I'm sorry -"
"It's fine...really,"
Minho sighs, throwing his hands into his face in frustration. He's less embarrassed and more angry than anything, at himself, at his body for betraying him, but mostly at his mind for over thinking everything per usual.
"I was a virgin," Hara whispers slowly, "so it's not like I had it to compare it anything to. Don't feel bad, Minho, really."
Well, shit.
Minho sprouts up, resting his body on one elbow, eyes on Hara, determination not to falter and blink.
"Hara, I just wanted everything to be perfect for you. I've only had had sex before once, and I kept thinking about it, how bad I was at it, how I didn't want to mess it up with you, how I wanted to make you feel comfortable."
"Minho,"
"No, I'm sorry. Now you probably hate me for taking away your virginity. You'll probably want to break up which, I get - I mean I don't even know why would you agree to this in the first place, why you would even like me in the first place, I'm not graceful, i can't talk, I'm bossy, I have a temper-"
"You're also irritating, you're awkward," Hara interupts, propping herself on her own elbows now, equally facing Minho and he momentarily gets distracted by those beautiful locks framing her face again, "You never say anything as romantic as you could, you'd much rather hold hands with Taemin than me anyday, you get embarassed when someone says my name in public, I know because Nicole told me that Key told her you pretend I don't exist if someone says something about me Minho -- and you're horrible at calling me back in time-"
"Yeah."
"And you also never seem to shut up once you start talking, but I don't even know how to respond to that because it's so hard to get you to open up in the first place. And the worst thing about you, Minho is that you, you are entirely way too hard on yourself and you can't even see that all of your worst traits make you, you and that's why I like you."
Hara finishes, her tiny nose scrunched up as she shifts towards Minho, pressing her frame into his. She takes a finger to his nose and taps it.
"But why do you like me? I'm a fool."
Hara sighs, pressing her chest into his, hoping he gets the signal and Minho fails at keeping his eyes from bugging out.
"Oh, you are a fool. You are so stupid sometimes. Minho, I like you because you're you. It's that simple." Minho lets a grin escape his mouth, acknowleding the words Hara spills out. He's lucky, he really is. "And if I have to tell you that one more time, I'm not going to let you try to make things better again. And I mean it."
Minho bounces up, suddenly feeling the confident boost he needed fourteen hours ago and he slides a frisky arm around Hara's waist as she giggles slightly, fingers curling around his neck.
"No, no I get it now I promise. I just don't want to mess it up this time." Minho leans in for a windy kiss but Hara avoids it, a big grin of her own formulating over her face.
"Well, Minho. You know what your worst trait is?" Minho shakes his head, utterly confused but it doesn't take him long to look into those huge, lusty, warming eyes again to know he's right where he's supposed to be. "You're competitive. Everything you're good at is because you make it a competition and it's irritating and embarrassing but I know you get a thrill out of finally winning something, and it's the only time you're ever happy,"
Hara's arms lap around Minho's back and she leans in so close to him he can feel her breath with every word in his mouth. "So just think of me as the prize that you won't get unless you win the game."
"Okay!" Minho's heart leaps into a billion gold medals as he crushes himself onto Hara into a blind-sweepingly hug. This is love baby, this is love.
He's just so smitten.
---
He folds his laundry on his bed, humming some non-descipt tune quietly, a smirk on his face getting bigger with each turn of his towels.
This goes unmistaken by a shrewd Jonghyun, watching his every move. Boys just know these things, sometimes. But with them, everything is a game, a competition of the wits that they just can't lose even if they already lost.
"So, Minho. When was the last time you got laid?"
Minho just smiles, folding another towel, not bothering to look up.
"No, hyung. When was the last time you were laid?"
Jonghyun gasps slightly, his eyes wide, opening up at his realization of losing.
"Touche."
----
END