In Exchange For (1-6)
1
Typical gig. Jonghyun and his band were cramped on a tiny stage, playing a week night in an unpopular bar. There was a thick smell of cigarettes that was making his throat close up. The lights were too dim so he could barely see what he was playing. Didn't matter. He was shit at it anyway and everyone here was probably too drunk to care. This sucked just like the night before and way too many nights before that.
Rebellion. Dropping out of high school and running away from home was supposed to be all about doing whatever the fuck you wanted. Even if Jonghyun wanted to drown himself in alcohol, he didn't have the money to. He was better than that though. He took care of his health, unlike the stereotypical drop out. That's what he insisted on but the truth is that his life was so shit he could barely find it worth protecting.
Break. Jonghyun leaned against the bar and didn't talk to his bandmates, who he hated more and more. They talked him into his poor life choices, so yeah he was bitter, but they're jerks beyond that anyway. Just like his parents, they never gave a fuck about who he really is. He was just a guy that plays decent bass and didn't even ask for equal share of what they make.
Teenager. Someone his own age in this shit bar makes a pretty huge contrast. He looked young anyway, maybe even younger than Jonghyun. His eyes were big, his hair was brown, his pants were tight as fuck with a sexy shredded look and Jonghyun couldn't really stop looking at those hips. When he walked over with a smirk and offered to buy Jonghyun a drink, it was too fucking perfect, and Jonghyun was thinking something or other about love at first sight as they began to get to know each other.
Ecstasy. Jonghyun didn't even play the second set because he needed to get wherever this man was taking him. Some nice apartment and all that mattered was the bed which was huge and comfortable. Being gay it wasn't easy to meet people, so Jonghyun had fucked a guy all of once and he'd topped then. Somehow he'd got so drunk (he didn't remember even drinking much) that he let himself be talked into getting fucked, but it was the best decision he'd ever made. He moaned and arched his back and clutched the sheets until he spilled his seed. Then they did it again.
Morning.
Jonghyun's head was splitting when he woke up. He had to untangle himself from sheets before he could sit up, sliding his legs off of the mattress. The bed was so big that his feet only just touched the floor, which was way too weird because he was used to sleeping on floors. He never woke up from a floor feeling this bad though. It felt like something was rocking around in his head and he touched his hand to it with a groan. He was naked which was an awkward state to be in, seeing as he didn't even know if the guy he'd fucked had a roommate.
He looked over his shoulder at the guy, who was sleeping soundly. Jonghyun tried to remember his name, if he even ever got his name. He knew they talked, but he didn't know for the life of him what about. He definitely remembered the sex. He could still feel the sex, which was new and weird but nothing he couldn't live with.
Clothes. He needed clothes, but he looked around and couldn't find them. He really didn't want to go wandering around a stranger's house and the nudity was hardly the only reason why. He swung his legs back onto the mattress and pulled the sheets over himself before he reached over and shook the guy's shoulder. What was his name... was it Min something?
Big eyes flew open and looked at him. Jonghyun's heart dropped because Minsomething seemed to be growing more and more puzzled about his presence until he finally sat up and gasped, "Who are you?"
Shame creeped over Jonghyun and he honestly just wanted to run and hide. To not remember at all, this guy must be on drugs. Serious drugs. Jonghyun knew he had questionable judgement and he'd made a lot of poor choices. Falling into bed with some drug addict wouldn't be the most idiotic thing he'd ever done but it sure would come close. Why would he drink like that? Just because of some tight pants? He could remember those tight pants...
"We met last night. You don't.. remember?"
Minsomething looked absolutely horrified, "No. No, that's.. we didn't. We.." he looked around and suddenly asked, "Is this your place?"
"Huh? I thought it was yours." Jonghyun tried to think back on exactly how they got here. Some taxi, while Minsomething had been leaning close to him and whispering about what kind of things they could do. He shuddered at the memory. The guy hadn't seemed drunk, much less drugged, so how could he have forgotten it all?
"I've never been here before."
Jonghyun dropped his jaw, unsure exactly how to react and suddenly questioning his own memory. "A-are you sure!?"
A sudden laugh made Jonghyun's heart leap. He clutched at his chest when he heard the intruding voice. Deep and smooth, a man said, "He's sure, Jonghyun."
Jonghyun turned and found a well-dressed man leaning in a doorway. He had brown hair too, but he wasn't the man that Jonghyun slept with last night. That had been Minsomething. It was definitely Minsomething, right?
"Good morning, Minho." the deep-voiced man greeted, looking past Jonghyun.
Minho. That was it. Jonghyun watched as Minho sat up straighter in bed and looked absolutely terrified at the man in the doorway. "How do you know my name?" Minho asked. He had a deep voice himself that made Jonghyun cringe because he could remember all the things it had been saying to him last night.
"I know a lot about you." the man tilted his head, "Don't you at least remember me? It's Onew. I'm the demon that possessed you."
"I don't remember..." but Minho bowed his head and seemed to be deeply thinking it over, as if being possessed was actually a possibility. Jonghyun stared at him. In that bar's dim lighting, Minho had looked perfect. As Jonghyun saw him now, he wasn't all that. He was damn good looking, that was for sure, but he wasn't radiating some irresistible glow. It should have been heartbreaking, having a night with something like your dream man and waking up to find out it wasn't real. However, if Jonghyun was anything, he was self-aware. His luck sucked worse than his bass-playing. It almost seemed right that if he got to have a night with his dream man, it would turn out that his dream man was a demon.
"So I'm gonna need my clothes," he announced.
The self-proclaimed demon named Onew laughed again. It was condescending and it sounded familiar, like how Minho had laughed in his ear while they fooled around in the back of the cab. The same laugh, a different voice. "They're in the dryer and they'll be done soon. You might not remember so well yourself but you came all over your outfit on the ride here."
Jonghyun turned his staring eyes onto Onew. In looks, he was a meek comparison to Minho. His muscles weren't so toned and his nose was crooked. Again, there was something familiar about him - that smirk and those slanted, amused eyes.
Minho was the guy from last night. So was Onew.
"I do not remember that," Jonghyun said lightly, pulling the sheets further over himself while vaguely wondering just how many times he'd managed to get off last night. There were more important things to be considered. Like how, for example, these two were the same person.
"You look different." Minho said, drawing Jonghyun's attention back to him. Minho was staring at the so-called demon, expression intense. When Jonghyun looked back to Onew, it looked as if he'd softened up.
"It's all coming back to you, huh?" With that, Onew straightened up. "There's bathrobes in that closet. If you don't like being naked."
Jonghyun looked towards the closet which Onew gestured towards, and noticed that Minho did too. Neither of them particularly wanted to get up and walk to it. That was a little weird, considering what they'd done the night before.
Now, when Jonghyun turned to Onew, he looked frustrated. "You shouldn't just wash people's clothes without asking."
Onew laughed, a condescending sound. "Jonghyun, I sincerely doubt you'd remember whether or not I asked."
Jonghyun wasn't even sure if he should take offense to that. In the end, he threw the sheet away from him and boldly climbed from the bed, walking over to the closet. As he did, he was sure he saw Minho looking away. Like some blushing school girl, even after... He had to stop his thoughts. He was in plain sight now, so getting excited wasn't a good plan.
As he pulled a robe from the closet, Minho spoke to Onew. Jonghyun listened in.
"What did you do with me?"
"Just as I said I would. Exactly what I wanted to do."
"You used me for sex? With a man?" Minho sounded disgusted.
Onew's grin was almost a sleazy smirk, "Yes, among other, less imaginable things."
Jonghyun tied the robe around his waist, looking between the two, "This sounds pretty much like a private conversation. I'm only bringing that up because I want to make sure no one forgets that I'm here, waiting for my clothes."
Onew assured him, "Oh, neither of us are going to be forgetting you any time soon, Jonghyun."
Jonghyun wasn't particularly pleased with the suggestion. "What is that even supposed to mean?"
"Minho is going to remember you as the man that his body had sex with, and well," Onew chuckled, "I'm certain you don't remember, but you and I have a deal now."
Jonghyun makes a thoroughly annoyed "ugh" sound, rolling his eyes and crossing arms over his chest. "I get really fed up when someone says something ominous, I mean, can't you start with the explanation? Fuck."
Jonghyun noticed Minho cringing at the use of a swear word. He was really starting to worry about how old the guy he slept with was. He didn't look like a pre-teen, but the way he was acting..
"Here," Onew drew Jonghyun's attention, stepping up closer to him. He pulled a sheet of paper quite literally out of thin air, which Jonghyun simply blinked at as if it was a slight surprise. He took it with little hesitation and started trying to read the tiny print, but really he had needed eyeglasses for a long time.
"What is this saying?" Jonghyun finally just asked.
"Simply that in exchange for my services last night, you owe me your soul."
"Oh."
2
"Simply that in exchange for my services last night, you owe me your soul."
Oh. It could be that a hangover was responsible for Jonghyun's inability to properly react to the obviously absurd situation he'd found himself in. Then again, it could also be that some part of it simply wasn't that hard to believe. Memories of whispered words trickled through Jonghyun's memory.
What will you give me?
Anything.
"Ookay," Jonghyun said slowly, "Have fun with that."
"I'll go check on the laundry." Onew waved a hand, backtracking out of the room. "You two have a nice chat."
The door closed, but Jonghyun refused to look at Minho. He was still connecting dots in his head, but it was painfully obvious that whatever happened last night, Minho didn't actually want any part of it. Jonghyun had a tendency of being hot headed and overly sensitive, so he knew by now to just avoid confrontations as long as they were obvious.
With Jonghyun ignoring Minho, the room was uncomfortably quiet for a minute. Finally, Minho broke the silence.
"Could you bring me a robe?"
Jonghyun turned quickly back to the closet he'd retrieved his own from and pulled another identical one out. He half handed it and half tossed it to Minho, who remained on the bed and under the covers as he pulled it on over his shoulders.
"I know this is all hard to believe," Minho used a gentle voice. "It's still hard for me to believe."
"It's whatever."
"It's," Minho's voice cracked, "What?"
Jonghyun finally looked at Minho, just a quick look before he felt too ashamed to bear it any more and turned his gaze onto the floor. "How old are you?"
"17."
Jonghyun sighed with evident relief. "Good. I'm 18."
"I don't remember anything that happened last night," Minho told him in a stiff, nearly defensive voice.
"Yeah, well I don't remember much of it either," Jonghyun countered, equally defensive. Whatever happened last night between the two wasn't his fault after all. There wasn't any possible way that he could have known Minho was possessed by a demon or something like that. "Uh, but you obviously have some idea of what's going on. Right?"
"It would sound crazy."
"You don't say."
"My brother was hospitalized. He was in a coma. Onew.. was a doctor at the hospital. He heard me saying I'd give anything for him to wake up, and.. he took me up on that offer."
"He owns your soul, I guess."
"He did. That's why I made a deal with him. He'd give me my soul back if I let him control my body for three weeks."
The door slid open and Onew entered carrying a small stack of folded clothes. The smile on his face looked like what you'd see on someone who just got away with doing something very wrong. "This is only the end of the second week, mind you."
"What?" This was obviously news to Minho, who looked at Onew with shock.
"Did I ever say they had to be three weeks in a row? No. I have seven days left with your body and I'll take them as I please."
Jonghyun stepped forward, grabbing the stack of clothes from Onew's arms. He recognized the outfit that laid on top as his own, and noticed immediately that it wasn't warm like normal clothes which just got out of the laundry. He didn't question that. He simply took his clothes and shoved the rest back at Onew. "So what, you wanna make a deal with me too?"
"Not at all," Onew told him with a malevolent smile, "I'm happy to keep your soul."
"Great." Feeling suddenly shameless, Jonghyun threw the robe off of himself and let it drop to the floor. He placed his clothes on the bed, noticing when he did how Minho looked away like a school girl. He grabbed his underwear first, hurriedly pulling them on.
Onew said with a small chuckle, "I take it you're leaving."
"Yep."
"Then allow me to thank you for an eventful night." Onew stepped closer to Jonghyun, who was busily pulling up his pants, holding a hand out for shaking. Jonghyun stared at the hand as he zipped and buttoned up. He didn't offer his own hand. He grabbed his shirt and started to pull it on.
"You shake hands after a night of fucking, huh? That really is demonic."
"Would you prefer something else? A hug or a kiss?"
"No, no thanks." Jonghyun sat on the bed to pull on a pair of socks. "No telling what kind of person that body really belongs to. That's kind of a turn off."
Jonghyun found his way out of the apartment easily, slipping his shoes on next to the door. The door sounded especially loud when it fell shut behind him, like a lock was clicking into place. Then, the hall was eerily silent. It was probably early in the morning.
Whatever that was, he thought, he needed to leave it behind. Where he was going now, he wasn't sure. His band was going to be pissed at him for ditching last night. In fact, he was probably going to owe them money that he didn't have. Oddly, he still felt like it was worth it. At least what he did remember of the sex was good.
He was just about to hit the button for the apartment building's elevator when the doors opened in front of him. Jonghyun just glanced casually at the person who was stepping off the elevator, but underneath bright red bangs were staring blank white eyes.
Jonghyun yelped, jumping backwards. He felt immediately guilty. The young boy standing in front of him probably had some sort of birth defect. Probably horrified himself after a yelp like that, the boy rushed forward and crashed into Jonghyun's chest before screaming.
"AHH!" Jonghyun added to his scream, then hurried to try calming the situation. He tried putting gentle hands on the boy's shoulders. "No! No, it's okay, you just.. surprised me!"
The boy looked up at him with entirely normal black eyes, at least looking a great deal more calm as well. Then he said, "The way you're going to die is so horrible."
"What the fuck?"
The boy passed out, and Jonghyun's gentle grip on his shoulders wasn't enough support to keep him from falling on the floor with a loud clunk.
After facepalming for half of a minute, Jonghyun started looking back and forth between the boy and the door that he'd come from, where there was Onew and Minho. It probably wasn't really his fault that this kid passed out, so it was probably not his responsibility to handle it either. He could just walk onto the elevator and hopefully leave all the crazy behind him.
Then Minho walked into the hall, not wearing sexy tight pants but normal jeans and a baggy t-shirt. Actually, Jonghyun was relieved to have someone there that might help him decide what to do. Minho looked pretty shocked though, staring wide eyed at the fainted kid.
"What happened?"
"His eyes were all white. He told me that I was gonna die in a horrible way. Then he passed out. By the way, are you Minho or Onew?"
"Minho," he answered in a mutter as he walked closer. "We should take him to a hospital."
Jonghyun wondered why he'd say "we", as if he was obligated to do anything. He didn't ask, but just quietly accepted the help carrying the boy into the elevator.
3
The elevator beeped with every floor they passed on the way down to the first. It was on it's fourth beep when the red haired boy jolted awake in Jonghyun's arms and ran forward, trying to escape through the elevator's closed doors.
He hit those doors with a painful sounding thunk. Minho gasped. Jonghyun stared.
"What are you on?"
As if he was only just noticing that he shared the elevator with other people, the boy turned around to face them. Without creepy blank eyes, Jonghyun was able to feel annoyed by how damn pretty he was. His skin was pretty much glowing. It satisfied him to think that in a few years, that would be gone.
The boy's head was hanging to the side and his black eyes were staring almost through Jonghyun. Minho hesitantly spoke up to ask if he was okay and the boy's head twitched in his direction to answer.
"I'm good," he said in a high pitched voice as his tense posture finally began to relax. In seconds it was too relaxed, his tall and skinny frame leaning against the metal elevator doors, looking like a 'bad boy' model. "I just blacked out for a bit."
The elevator gave it's final beep. As the doors started to open behind the boy's back, he casually took a step away from them, further into the elevator. "I'm a messenger. Taemin." The boy looked towards Jonghyun again, "I was just brought to tell you something."
"You told me that I was gonna die horribly."
"Oh yeah," Taemin frowned, the kind of frown that a friend gives a distant friend when they're dumped. A sympathetic 'that sucks' type of frown. "You have a week. Then you're going to get murdered. It's gross."
"What the hell?" Jonghyun put a hand on his hip, glaring. "No one would murder me."
"It's kind of an accident. It's a bloody kind of 'we started it so we have to finish it' accident. I'm sorry."
The elevator doors began to close behind Taemin, so he stuck his foot out to block them. They bounce back open, and Taemin adds, "I don't know why they wanted me to tell you that, Jonghyun. I think it's just depressing to think about. There's nothing you can do."
"He can make a deal," Minho said in a voice almost too quiet to here, "to get his soul back, so that the demon can't have it when he's dead."
"Is that what it is?" Taemin shrugged and turned away, "Good luck, Jonghyun. Minho."
The moment that Taemin stepped away from the elevator, the doors began to close again. Neither Jonghyun or Minho made a move to stop them, so soon they were shut in the tiny space by themselves.
Jonghyun stood with the new information for a moment. He crossed his arms, rocked back and forth on his heels, rolled his tongue around his mouth and finally turned to Minho. "Do you know what? I'm going to pretend this is all real."
Minho looked like he was conflicted on how to respond, and finally just gave an awkward nod.
"So let me ask you why after having your body used by a demon for I guess two weeks or whatever, you seem all fine and ready to help me take random strangers to the hospital."
Minho looked at the floor and spoke quietly, again reminding Jonghyun of a girl. "I'd just rather keep busy than think about it. It's hard to explain."
"Whatever. Good enough. Makes as much sense as the rest of this." Jonghyun moved forward and stared at the button panel. "Which floor did we come from?"
"You're going back up?"
"If I'm going to die, I guess I need my soul back. That's pretty much what you just said, isn't it?"
Minho hit the door open button. He stepped out of the elevator's doors, reaching back to the panel only after his feet were outside to hit the button for the sixth floor. "Good luck," he said to Jonghyun.
"Thanks, I guess."
The elevator doors slid open on the proper floor, and creepily Onew was standing there with a smile on his face. "Taemin came around?"
"Give me my soul back."
"Aha, you found out?" Onew chuckled, stepping closer to Jonghyun. "How much do you know?"
Jonghyun was starting to regret coming back here. These people were unreasonable. This situation was impossible. He moved to the back of the elevator as Onew stepped into the doorway. Feeling the slightest bit intimidated, he asked with a bit of defensive attitude, "Can I have my soul or not?"
"You're still so rude," Onew sighed, taking one more step into the elevator before the doors closed behind him. "We'll have to make a deal if you want it back, but of course I'm happy to do that."
"Fine, so," Jonghyun looked towards the panel of buttons behind Onew. He felt very tempted to rush over and get the doors open again. This elevator didn't feel so small when it was him and Minho. "So, what kind of deal?"
"You won't like it." Even so, Onew pulled another piece of paper from thin air with a calm smile on his face. Jonghyun stared, uncomprehending, as Onew pulled a pen from the air next and began writing on the paper. He spoke as he wrote, "Starting tomorrow I can give you the three happiest days of your life. If I fail to, you get to have your soul back. If I succeed, however, I'll kill you myself when those days end."
"Huh," Jonghyun almost laughed. It would have been a laugh, if he wasn't so genuinely concerned. "You have to be all kinds of crazy."
"It's a generous deal. You'd be wise to take advantage. I'll even give you until midnight to consider what you're doing."
"Until midnight?"
"Until midnight," Onew turned towards the buttons himself, hitting for the first floor. The elevator jerked before it began it's descent. "If you sign this before midnight, the deal is on. Otherwise I'll just keep your soul for myself."
Onew didn't pass the pen and paper to Jonghyun, they just appeared in his hand. Jonghyun didn't need glasses to read this large text that explained exactly what Onew just had, and also had a line for a signature. Jonghyun stared at it until the elevator's doors opened on the first floor.
He'd just looked up when a hand on his back shoved him from the elevator. He looked over his shoulder to watch Onew wave at him before the doors shut again.
"See you!" Onew yelled before he was gone.
4
Typical gig. Rebellion. Break. Teenager. Ecstasy. Morning.
The sun was shining through a window, turning the backs of Jonghyun's eyelids a bright teasing red. Usually he'd pull a blanket over his head and hide from the light, but this morning felt different. The warmth he felt was bordering on hot, but he liked it that way. He opened his eyes slowly and grinned at what he saw. What was his name again? Min something..
"Minho," Jonghyun remembered and said it out loud.
Minho's eyes opened more slowly, heavy eyelashes pulling up to reveal deep dark circular eyes. Minho smiled back at Jonghyun, calm and pretty. "You did it," Minho spoke in a deep and somehow endearing tone. He should do voice acting, Jonghyun thought vaguely.
"What did I do now?" Jonghyun asked with the slightest laugh. He could remember a few things that he, or rather they did last night. True, he was happy enough with the events of last night to probably stand on a rooftop and shout "I did it!", but he wasn't really sure why Minho would be proud of him for any of that.
It wasn't going to become any clearer. Minho just shifted a bit closer, moving a slender arm over him and sighing in a relieved sounding breath. "Nothing. Forget it."
Jonghyun carefully reached a hand up into Minho's hair and began to drag his fingers through the messy strands. "You can kick me out whenever. Just reminding you that you're allowed, not saying I want to go. I think this is the best bed ever."
Minho moved his head forward, leaning it into Jonghyun's neck. "Stay as long as you want."
Jonghyun grinned, "Forever?"
Minho sounded almost too serious when he answered, "Forever is fine."
Jonghyun gave him a long, uncomfortable stare, and finally just decided to move things along by pressing their mouths together. He'd rather not have that agonizing hope that Minho might actually be okay with him staying here. A one night stand was a one night stand, and everything about that get together said 'one night stand'.
Everything except for this heart pounding amazing feeling when Minho's lips expertly moved on Jonghyun's. That pretty much said soulmate.
Fuck it all. In no time, their kiss involved touching all over and tongues sticking in mouths. They were both naked, but as Minho climbed over top of Jonghyun, sheets tangled between them in an infuriating web. Jonghyun irrationally refused to stop kissing Minho for the second that it might take to find his way out of the sheets. Minho must have been just as stubborn. They groped around the sheets and pulled hard, trying to find the way out while just about suffocating each other with violent kissing.
When it went on for too long, neither of them able to escape the tangle of the sheets, they finally broke apart. Jonghyun laughed first, and was reassured when Minho gave a laugh next. He moved his hands away from Minho, carefully pulling himself away from the sheets that looked practically tied together.
"We fucked that up good."
"No reason to slow down." Minho shoved the sheets violently off of the bed. He roughly grabbed hold of Jonghyun's shoulders. His urgency, for a moment, was almost a put off - but like he sensed Jonghyun's hesitation, he immediately relaxed his grip and pressed a gentle kiss to his cheek.
Jonghyun melted right then, falling into Minho. His arms moved loosely around the other's waist and guided him into a renewed kiss. In a short moment, he had entirely forgotten about being gentle again, and was moving his own rough hands along Minho's body.
Minho was somewhat rough with him, but Jonghyun quickly learned that he was a ridiculous tease. Minho was biting bruises into Jonghyun's inner thigh one moment and softly running a finger over his length the next. This treatment turned minutes into hours, and half the day must have been over when their heavy breaths began to subside.
They were lying next to one another, stained by sweat and cum, so it was perfectly logical when Jonghyun asked, "Can I use your shower?"
"That depends," Minho grinned at him, "Do you have to do it alone?"
Jonghyun started to grin back, but it faded away with another heavy breath. "You wore me out already."
"Take a long shower then."
Jonghyun felt hope raising in his chest again, and dared to ask, "Don't you think I have to go home one day?"
"No, I don't," Minho said, again too serious.
Jonghyun knew his luck well enough to be suspicious of a good thing. Even so, he forced a smile and leaned forward to press a kiss into Minho's lips. If Minho turned out to be some sick bastard, at least Jonghyun would have the memories.
When the kiss was over, Jonghyun pushed himself to the edge of the bed. "You live here alone, right?"
"Completely alone," Minho answered, sitting up and nodding towards the door, "The bathroom is right across the hall. I'll get some clothes for you to wear when you're done."
Jonghyun nodded a thanks and stood up. The apartment was warm, but he still felt weirdly cold walking around naked. It wasn't really something he did even at home. Maybe this was where it got bad. Maybe Minho was a nudist and if they wanted to be together--
Jonghyun felt better when he shut the bathroom door. There was no reason to look for bad things that would happen. Maybe life just gets really great for people who have it rough. Maybe that's what a soulmate is all about.
"Wow, nice."
Jonghyun gave a yelp in surprise as he spun around to face a strange young man that stood in the bathroom, fully clothed. In fact, he wore a pink jacket and was peering at Jonghyun over fashionable sunglasses.
Jonghyun promptly made an attempt to cover himself, putting his hands between his thighs. "What? Who are you?"
The stranger laughed lowly and answered in a very slow voice, "Keeey~"
"Key?"
Again, the stranger laughed. "I'm Key."
Key tore his gaze from Jonghyun and walked casually across the bathroom, looking at a small window at the top of the ceiling. "You're being cheated, my dear. I'm only going to warn you once."
"Sorry.. what?"
Key pushed sunglasses far up onto his head and let them rest there before he turned to Jonghyun smoothly, using his slow and emphasized words again, "Sooomeone has messed with your heeead."
Jonghyun squinted at him. The door swung open, nearly hitting Jonghyun. Jonghyun barely dodged it, looking with shock towards Minho who stood in the door with wide, worried eyes.
"... Are you okay?"
Jonghyun looked at Minho, then looked around the bathroom. There was no one there. "Uh," Jonghyun thought about it, "Do you know someone named Key?"
"Key," Minho's eyes narrowed and he stepped further into the bathroom, shutting the door behind him. Jonghyun looked down at him, finding it maybe pathetically comforting that he was still fully naked as well.
"You know him then?" Jonghyun asked.
"Forget him," Minho closed the distance between them and held Jonghyun tight. "I want to shower with you. Can I?"
Minho's face was pressed hard against Jonghyun's, his breath slow and heavy against his neck. Finally, Jonghyun pat his back and answered, "Yeah, okay."
Key, whoever, or whatever else - don't take this away yet.
This time, when Jonghyun kissed Minho, he felt unusually guilty.
5
Jonghyun felt like he was doing something horribly wrong. It was worse than the first time he had sex with a man, and that was when he thought what he was doing was sinful. Now he didn't know what this smothering feeling of guilt was. He knew damn well he wasn't hurting Minho. In fact, he was the one with a reason to feel sore. He was sprawled across the wet tile floor, crushed entirely beneath Minho. His legs were so tight around Minho's waist that it was exhausting. Even now that Minho rocked into him slowly, it was almost as painful as it was pleasurable.
"Key bothered you," Minho breathed, hands attempting to be gentle as they slid over Jonghyun's thighs.
"That was pretty weird," Jonghyun admitted, staring up at Minho through tired eyes. As weird as it was, he couldn't help but theorize that it had absolutely nothing to do with this heavy feeling of guilt.
"You need to relax," Minho said in a voice that was eerily convincing. Jonghyun's head rolled back onto the floor and his eyes shifted to the ceiling. It was weird to feel relaxed, and as if he was forced to be that way. Something was unquestionably wrong here..
"You're overthinking this," Minho told him, "Just feel it."
He felt sore, and tired..
.. and empty, when Minho pulled out of him and rolled onto the wet floor next to him, directly beneath the shower's spray. "You can take me instead."
Jonghyun smiled, succumbing to his lust and taking place over top of Minho. The water of the shower hit his back, warm and relaxing. When he looked down at Minho this way, he noticed for the first time just how slender he was all over. His legs looked nearly frail. He asked with a bit of concern, "Have you done it this way before?"
"That depends..." Minho answered in a cryptic way, but before Jonghyun could think into it, Minho lifted up onto his elbows and pressed a new kiss to Jonghyun's mouth. "Stretch me," he said into his lips.
The words sent heat through Jonghyun's body. He kind of froze as Minho rolled over under him, positioning himself on his hands and needs. Jonghyun stared hard at his body. His heart pounded hard. Something felt wrong, but he couldn't say no to this.
"I need lube," Jonghyun murmured.
Minho's voice was demanding, "It's wet in here. Forget the lube."
Ok, Jonghyun numbly thought.
His hand moved along slippery skin. He almost shook with his excitement when his fingertip found it's way inside of Minho. He barely pushed in before he stopped, gasping, "You're really tight."
"It feels good," Minho cooed. Jonghyun couldn't believe him until he pushed back against his finger. However, Jonghyun's finger was just about sore from the tight squeeze. He started to pull out, and found it to be strangely slick now. Jonghyun gulped when he saw red leaking out with his finger.
"You're bleeding," Jonghyun said with rising panic.
"It feels good," Minho said, perfectly calm. "It isn't that much. I'm fine."
This was wrong. So, so wrong. Jonghyun cringed, but pushed his finger further into Minho. It was warm and wet now, no longer uncomfortable in the slightest. Jonghyun bit his lip. He didn't want to admit how perfect it was, when it was so wrong.
Minho never appeared to mind though. After Jonghyun took his time slowly moving his finger back and forth, Minho pushed back and begged in a quiet voice for 'more'. Jonghyun was just pressing a second finger towards Minho. Minho protested. "No," he used an urgent tone, "More."
Jonghyun put his arms around Minho tightly and held him against him when he pushed fully into him for the first time. He buried his face in Minho's hair, not having any interest in seeing the blood that was sure to rush out and rinse away towards the shower drain.
The bathroom was filled with their heavy breaths and they moved hard and fast against each other, until finally Jonghyun was first to reach a climax. Only when he was mostly soft inside of Minho did he realize that Minho was shaking.
He reached around to slowly stroke Minho's length. It wasn't as hard as he expected. With fear in his voice, he asked, "Are you okay?"
Minho took a moment to answer, and finally looked over his shoulder with a convincing grin at Jonghyun. "Never better."
Jonghyun grinned at Minho and turned him onto his back. He used his mouth to finish him. It was over in a few short minutes.
After they actually showered, they both pulled on white bathrobes that belonged to Minho and sat in a luxurious living room. Minho held Jonghyun against him, stroking his wet hair. "Don't leave," Minho said.
Jonghyun asked, "This is your place? Just yours?"
"Just mine."
"You really want me to stay?"
"At least for tonight. I'll feed you."
"Like I'm a pet?"
When Minho answered, "You can be my pet," with a cheerful grin, Jonghyun cringed.
"No thanks."
"It works though," Minho argued with the slightest laugh, "You look like a puppy."
Jonghyun made a scoffing noise, then leaned in to bite Minho's neck sharply. Minho gave a small yelp before he laughed and pulled Jonghyun into a kiss.
They ordered delivery. It was a huge lunch. Neither was in the state to have sex again, so they spent the evening resting and watching scary movies from Minho's DVD collection. They didn't say much. The lack of communication made it all feel that much more wrong.
It was comfortable though. The type of comfortable that Jonghyun hadn't been in a very long time.
After dinner, Minho gave Jonghyun pajama pants to sleep in, and they kissed until they fell asleep. Before Jonghyun completely nodded off, he could have sworn he heard Key's voice whispering to him.
"You poor, sad little thing. I tried to warn you."
All he saw was the darkness of the room when he tried to look, but then, maybe he was already asleep.
6
"What a sham."
Jonghyun looked over his shoulder, jumping to see a face so close to his own. Key leaned heavily against his back, moving arms to hug his waist.
"That contract there," Key said, looking at the paper in Jonghyun's hands. "It's completely useless, my dear. Onew doesn't have your soul. He liiied."
"Who are you?"
"I'm your guardian angel." Key leaned his head closely to Jonghyun's, smirking and nuzzling his cheek, "Keeey~."
"Sure," Jonghyun huffed, pulling away from Key. He gave him a once over before he looked back to the contract, "This is all a lie?"
"You have one week until bloody murder, that's true, but I assure you that you'll die with your soul as long as you don't sign that contract."
Jonghyun was fully exhausted by this whole crazy situation. He pushed a hand through his hair and gave another big sigh, "Why should I trust you anyway?"
Key's smirk grew, "Look within your heeeart~?"
"I'm gonna die either way, right?" Jonghyun looked down at the paper, rolling his eyes. "At least according to you guys. What does it matter if I have my soul or not?"
"I can't tell you that," Key answered shortly, with a frown. "I'm sure you've seen enough movies however, to know better than to give up your soul."
"Tch," Jonghyun rolled his eyes, "At least if I give up my soul, I can be happy for a few days. That's what this contract says."
Key sounded irate, "Even if it were that simple, you’re giving up your soul.”
“I live for now. Otherwise, I might as well kill myself. That way I’m in control of my death, right? Since it’s coming up anyway.”
“I..” Key stopped, apparently stumped for the moment. It was enough time for Jonghyun to move that pen that Onew had given him across paper. “Wait--” Key tried to say, too late.
“I’m only going to warn you once,” Key said.
“I can’t do anything more for you,” Key said.
“This is your last chance,” Key said.
“Stop it,” Minho croaked, “You’re hurting me.”
Jonghyun sat up abruptly. He hadn’t even realized he’d been asleep. One minute, he’d been on the sidewalk signing that crazy contract. The next...
He rubbed his eyes and jumped when he saw that the bed he sat on was made with bloody sheets. They were tangled around his legs. While he struggled to push them off, a memory pierced his chest with icy horror.
Minho screamed and cried, trying to push Jonghyun away from him. “Hold still,” Jonghyun cursed at him and tied him with the bed’s sheets, using all of his weight to keep him down, “Hold fucking still!” he’d yelled.
Jonghyun fell in a heap off the bed. He stared at it, empty and bloody. He was drugged. He was given some kind of horrible, major, awful drug. Had he done something terrible because of that? Why was there so much blood on the bed? Where was--
“Here you go,” Onew sat down next to Jonghyun, grinning widely at him. “I got you a present.”
Jonghyun looked down to a small box wrapped in blue paper. His mind was empty of questions. He just took the damn thing and unwrapped it because what the fuck else was he going to do? When he flipped open the box inside, he saw a pair of black rimmed eyeglasses.
“I thought it was best if you learned to read more carefully,” Onew told him, before breaking into a deep evil laugh.
Jonghyun couldn’t respond. His hand shook. He remembered the shower he took with Minho. Blood rinsed down the drain. Minho was sobbing, shaking. “Please stop,” Minho had begged.
“Not even a smile?” Onew pulled the glasses from the box, laughter fading away. “I thought it was clever, anyway.” He carefully pushed the glasses onto Jonghyun’s face. They were perfect. Jonghyun could see more clearly.
“What happened?” Jonghyun managed to finally ask.
Onew smirked, “You signed the contract.”
“And then what?”
“And then I gave you the three happiest days of your life,” Onew chuckled, “But of course, you don’t remember.”
“I remember..” Jonghyun stared at the bed, “It wasn’t happy.”
“You enjoyed yourself. A little too much, I’m afraid.”
“I hurt Minho,” Jonghyun got to his feet, not taking his eyes off of the bloodied bed, “I would never enjoy that.”
Onew looked angry and stood up fast next to Jonghyun, “You were more you in the last three days than you’ve ever been before. I did nothing but allow you to give into yourself, because that is where true happiness lies.”
“Pleeeeeeeeease.”
Jonghyun didn’t look, but he recognized the intruding voice as Key’s.
“If you’re going to be evil,” Key said, “at leeast don’t be dorky about it. You spent those last three days in your own mind, Jonghyun, it was Onew who did all of those horrible things to Minho.”
“That’s a lie,” Jonghyun said softly, “Minho didn’t remember what Onew did in his body.”
“You see, Key? Don’t underestimate humans,” Onew sighed in an almost loving way as he grinned at Jonghyun, “He’s too smart for you.”
Jonghyun slowly turned his head towards Onew. He just wanted the truth. The straight truth. Maybe Onew sensed that, because he finally spoke.
“I gave you a few delusions, and after all, most of the time it was me in Minho’s body. You simply couldn’t see what was going on because you were blinded by the sweet sin of lust. As such, according to the contract that you so wisely looked over, your soul belongs to me and I can kill you. Today~.”
“That’s a joke,” Jonghyun couldn’t breathe. This was all too insane.
Key looked thoroughly annoyed, vaguely reminding Jonghyun of his mother whenever he’d make a mess. “Fine,” Key said with a huff, “You win this time.”
“Wait,” Jonghyun tried to say, but Key disappeared.
“Hmm,” Onew smiled cheerfully and looked at Jonghyun, “Do you know what sin Minho is blinded by?”
Jonghyun never got to answer. A butcher’s knife pushed between his shoulder blades. He fell to the floor, dead.
Onew turned his smile to Minho, who stood shaking with the bloodied knife in his hand.
“That was fun,” Onew said.
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My friend wrote a drabble on Minho in this universe. Click here to read.
Typical gig. Jonghyun and his band were cramped on a tiny stage, playing a week night in an unpopular bar. There was a thick smell of cigarettes that was making his throat close up. The lights were too dim so he could barely see what he was playing. Didn't matter. He was shit at it anyway and everyone here was probably too drunk to care. This sucked just like the night before and way too many nights before that.
Rebellion. Dropping out of high school and running away from home was supposed to be all about doing whatever the fuck you wanted. Even if Jonghyun wanted to drown himself in alcohol, he didn't have the money to. He was better than that though. He took care of his health, unlike the stereotypical drop out. That's what he insisted on but the truth is that his life was so shit he could barely find it worth protecting.
Break. Jonghyun leaned against the bar and didn't talk to his bandmates, who he hated more and more. They talked him into his poor life choices, so yeah he was bitter, but they're jerks beyond that anyway. Just like his parents, they never gave a fuck about who he really is. He was just a guy that plays decent bass and didn't even ask for equal share of what they make.
Teenager. Someone his own age in this shit bar makes a pretty huge contrast. He looked young anyway, maybe even younger than Jonghyun. His eyes were big, his hair was brown, his pants were tight as fuck with a sexy shredded look and Jonghyun couldn't really stop looking at those hips. When he walked over with a smirk and offered to buy Jonghyun a drink, it was too fucking perfect, and Jonghyun was thinking something or other about love at first sight as they began to get to know each other.
Ecstasy. Jonghyun didn't even play the second set because he needed to get wherever this man was taking him. Some nice apartment and all that mattered was the bed which was huge and comfortable. Being gay it wasn't easy to meet people, so Jonghyun had fucked a guy all of once and he'd topped then. Somehow he'd got so drunk (he didn't remember even drinking much) that he let himself be talked into getting fucked, but it was the best decision he'd ever made. He moaned and arched his back and clutched the sheets until he spilled his seed. Then they did it again.
Morning.
Jonghyun's head was splitting when he woke up. He had to untangle himself from sheets before he could sit up, sliding his legs off of the mattress. The bed was so big that his feet only just touched the floor, which was way too weird because he was used to sleeping on floors. He never woke up from a floor feeling this bad though. It felt like something was rocking around in his head and he touched his hand to it with a groan. He was naked which was an awkward state to be in, seeing as he didn't even know if the guy he'd fucked had a roommate.
He looked over his shoulder at the guy, who was sleeping soundly. Jonghyun tried to remember his name, if he even ever got his name. He knew they talked, but he didn't know for the life of him what about. He definitely remembered the sex. He could still feel the sex, which was new and weird but nothing he couldn't live with.
Clothes. He needed clothes, but he looked around and couldn't find them. He really didn't want to go wandering around a stranger's house and the nudity was hardly the only reason why. He swung his legs back onto the mattress and pulled the sheets over himself before he reached over and shook the guy's shoulder. What was his name... was it Min something?
Big eyes flew open and looked at him. Jonghyun's heart dropped because Minsomething seemed to be growing more and more puzzled about his presence until he finally sat up and gasped, "Who are you?"
Shame creeped over Jonghyun and he honestly just wanted to run and hide. To not remember at all, this guy must be on drugs. Serious drugs. Jonghyun knew he had questionable judgement and he'd made a lot of poor choices. Falling into bed with some drug addict wouldn't be the most idiotic thing he'd ever done but it sure would come close. Why would he drink like that? Just because of some tight pants? He could remember those tight pants...
"We met last night. You don't.. remember?"
Minsomething looked absolutely horrified, "No. No, that's.. we didn't. We.." he looked around and suddenly asked, "Is this your place?"
"Huh? I thought it was yours." Jonghyun tried to think back on exactly how they got here. Some taxi, while Minsomething had been leaning close to him and whispering about what kind of things they could do. He shuddered at the memory. The guy hadn't seemed drunk, much less drugged, so how could he have forgotten it all?
"I've never been here before."
Jonghyun dropped his jaw, unsure exactly how to react and suddenly questioning his own memory. "A-are you sure!?"
A sudden laugh made Jonghyun's heart leap. He clutched at his chest when he heard the intruding voice. Deep and smooth, a man said, "He's sure, Jonghyun."
Jonghyun turned and found a well-dressed man leaning in a doorway. He had brown hair too, but he wasn't the man that Jonghyun slept with last night. That had been Minsomething. It was definitely Minsomething, right?
"Good morning, Minho." the deep-voiced man greeted, looking past Jonghyun.
Minho. That was it. Jonghyun watched as Minho sat up straighter in bed and looked absolutely terrified at the man in the doorway. "How do you know my name?" Minho asked. He had a deep voice himself that made Jonghyun cringe because he could remember all the things it had been saying to him last night.
"I know a lot about you." the man tilted his head, "Don't you at least remember me? It's Onew. I'm the demon that possessed you."
"I don't remember..." but Minho bowed his head and seemed to be deeply thinking it over, as if being possessed was actually a possibility. Jonghyun stared at him. In that bar's dim lighting, Minho had looked perfect. As Jonghyun saw him now, he wasn't all that. He was damn good looking, that was for sure, but he wasn't radiating some irresistible glow. It should have been heartbreaking, having a night with something like your dream man and waking up to find out it wasn't real. However, if Jonghyun was anything, he was self-aware. His luck sucked worse than his bass-playing. It almost seemed right that if he got to have a night with his dream man, it would turn out that his dream man was a demon.
"So I'm gonna need my clothes," he announced.
The self-proclaimed demon named Onew laughed again. It was condescending and it sounded familiar, like how Minho had laughed in his ear while they fooled around in the back of the cab. The same laugh, a different voice. "They're in the dryer and they'll be done soon. You might not remember so well yourself but you came all over your outfit on the ride here."
Jonghyun turned his staring eyes onto Onew. In looks, he was a meek comparison to Minho. His muscles weren't so toned and his nose was crooked. Again, there was something familiar about him - that smirk and those slanted, amused eyes.
Minho was the guy from last night. So was Onew.
"I do not remember that," Jonghyun said lightly, pulling the sheets further over himself while vaguely wondering just how many times he'd managed to get off last night. There were more important things to be considered. Like how, for example, these two were the same person.
"You look different." Minho said, drawing Jonghyun's attention back to him. Minho was staring at the so-called demon, expression intense. When Jonghyun looked back to Onew, it looked as if he'd softened up.
"It's all coming back to you, huh?" With that, Onew straightened up. "There's bathrobes in that closet. If you don't like being naked."
Jonghyun looked towards the closet which Onew gestured towards, and noticed that Minho did too. Neither of them particularly wanted to get up and walk to it. That was a little weird, considering what they'd done the night before.
Now, when Jonghyun turned to Onew, he looked frustrated. "You shouldn't just wash people's clothes without asking."
Onew laughed, a condescending sound. "Jonghyun, I sincerely doubt you'd remember whether or not I asked."
Jonghyun wasn't even sure if he should take offense to that. In the end, he threw the sheet away from him and boldly climbed from the bed, walking over to the closet. As he did, he was sure he saw Minho looking away. Like some blushing school girl, even after... He had to stop his thoughts. He was in plain sight now, so getting excited wasn't a good plan.
As he pulled a robe from the closet, Minho spoke to Onew. Jonghyun listened in.
"What did you do with me?"
"Just as I said I would. Exactly what I wanted to do."
"You used me for sex? With a man?" Minho sounded disgusted.
Onew's grin was almost a sleazy smirk, "Yes, among other, less imaginable things."
Jonghyun tied the robe around his waist, looking between the two, "This sounds pretty much like a private conversation. I'm only bringing that up because I want to make sure no one forgets that I'm here, waiting for my clothes."
Onew assured him, "Oh, neither of us are going to be forgetting you any time soon, Jonghyun."
Jonghyun wasn't particularly pleased with the suggestion. "What is that even supposed to mean?"
"Minho is going to remember you as the man that his body had sex with, and well," Onew chuckled, "I'm certain you don't remember, but you and I have a deal now."
Jonghyun makes a thoroughly annoyed "ugh" sound, rolling his eyes and crossing arms over his chest. "I get really fed up when someone says something ominous, I mean, can't you start with the explanation? Fuck."
Jonghyun noticed Minho cringing at the use of a swear word. He was really starting to worry about how old the guy he slept with was. He didn't look like a pre-teen, but the way he was acting..
"Here," Onew drew Jonghyun's attention, stepping up closer to him. He pulled a sheet of paper quite literally out of thin air, which Jonghyun simply blinked at as if it was a slight surprise. He took it with little hesitation and started trying to read the tiny print, but really he had needed eyeglasses for a long time.
"What is this saying?" Jonghyun finally just asked.
"Simply that in exchange for my services last night, you owe me your soul."
"Oh."
2
"Simply that in exchange for my services last night, you owe me your soul."
Oh. It could be that a hangover was responsible for Jonghyun's inability to properly react to the obviously absurd situation he'd found himself in. Then again, it could also be that some part of it simply wasn't that hard to believe. Memories of whispered words trickled through Jonghyun's memory.
What will you give me?
Anything.
"Ookay," Jonghyun said slowly, "Have fun with that."
"I'll go check on the laundry." Onew waved a hand, backtracking out of the room. "You two have a nice chat."
The door closed, but Jonghyun refused to look at Minho. He was still connecting dots in his head, but it was painfully obvious that whatever happened last night, Minho didn't actually want any part of it. Jonghyun had a tendency of being hot headed and overly sensitive, so he knew by now to just avoid confrontations as long as they were obvious.
With Jonghyun ignoring Minho, the room was uncomfortably quiet for a minute. Finally, Minho broke the silence.
"Could you bring me a robe?"
Jonghyun turned quickly back to the closet he'd retrieved his own from and pulled another identical one out. He half handed it and half tossed it to Minho, who remained on the bed and under the covers as he pulled it on over his shoulders.
"I know this is all hard to believe," Minho used a gentle voice. "It's still hard for me to believe."
"It's whatever."
"It's," Minho's voice cracked, "What?"
Jonghyun finally looked at Minho, just a quick look before he felt too ashamed to bear it any more and turned his gaze onto the floor. "How old are you?"
"17."
Jonghyun sighed with evident relief. "Good. I'm 18."
"I don't remember anything that happened last night," Minho told him in a stiff, nearly defensive voice.
"Yeah, well I don't remember much of it either," Jonghyun countered, equally defensive. Whatever happened last night between the two wasn't his fault after all. There wasn't any possible way that he could have known Minho was possessed by a demon or something like that. "Uh, but you obviously have some idea of what's going on. Right?"
"It would sound crazy."
"You don't say."
"My brother was hospitalized. He was in a coma. Onew.. was a doctor at the hospital. He heard me saying I'd give anything for him to wake up, and.. he took me up on that offer."
"He owns your soul, I guess."
"He did. That's why I made a deal with him. He'd give me my soul back if I let him control my body for three weeks."
The door slid open and Onew entered carrying a small stack of folded clothes. The smile on his face looked like what you'd see on someone who just got away with doing something very wrong. "This is only the end of the second week, mind you."
"What?" This was obviously news to Minho, who looked at Onew with shock.
"Did I ever say they had to be three weeks in a row? No. I have seven days left with your body and I'll take them as I please."
Jonghyun stepped forward, grabbing the stack of clothes from Onew's arms. He recognized the outfit that laid on top as his own, and noticed immediately that it wasn't warm like normal clothes which just got out of the laundry. He didn't question that. He simply took his clothes and shoved the rest back at Onew. "So what, you wanna make a deal with me too?"
"Not at all," Onew told him with a malevolent smile, "I'm happy to keep your soul."
"Great." Feeling suddenly shameless, Jonghyun threw the robe off of himself and let it drop to the floor. He placed his clothes on the bed, noticing when he did how Minho looked away like a school girl. He grabbed his underwear first, hurriedly pulling them on.
Onew said with a small chuckle, "I take it you're leaving."
"Yep."
"Then allow me to thank you for an eventful night." Onew stepped closer to Jonghyun, who was busily pulling up his pants, holding a hand out for shaking. Jonghyun stared at the hand as he zipped and buttoned up. He didn't offer his own hand. He grabbed his shirt and started to pull it on.
"You shake hands after a night of fucking, huh? That really is demonic."
"Would you prefer something else? A hug or a kiss?"
"No, no thanks." Jonghyun sat on the bed to pull on a pair of socks. "No telling what kind of person that body really belongs to. That's kind of a turn off."
Jonghyun found his way out of the apartment easily, slipping his shoes on next to the door. The door sounded especially loud when it fell shut behind him, like a lock was clicking into place. Then, the hall was eerily silent. It was probably early in the morning.
Whatever that was, he thought, he needed to leave it behind. Where he was going now, he wasn't sure. His band was going to be pissed at him for ditching last night. In fact, he was probably going to owe them money that he didn't have. Oddly, he still felt like it was worth it. At least what he did remember of the sex was good.
He was just about to hit the button for the apartment building's elevator when the doors opened in front of him. Jonghyun just glanced casually at the person who was stepping off the elevator, but underneath bright red bangs were staring blank white eyes.
Jonghyun yelped, jumping backwards. He felt immediately guilty. The young boy standing in front of him probably had some sort of birth defect. Probably horrified himself after a yelp like that, the boy rushed forward and crashed into Jonghyun's chest before screaming.
"AHH!" Jonghyun added to his scream, then hurried to try calming the situation. He tried putting gentle hands on the boy's shoulders. "No! No, it's okay, you just.. surprised me!"
The boy looked up at him with entirely normal black eyes, at least looking a great deal more calm as well. Then he said, "The way you're going to die is so horrible."
"What the fuck?"
The boy passed out, and Jonghyun's gentle grip on his shoulders wasn't enough support to keep him from falling on the floor with a loud clunk.
After facepalming for half of a minute, Jonghyun started looking back and forth between the boy and the door that he'd come from, where there was Onew and Minho. It probably wasn't really his fault that this kid passed out, so it was probably not his responsibility to handle it either. He could just walk onto the elevator and hopefully leave all the crazy behind him.
Then Minho walked into the hall, not wearing sexy tight pants but normal jeans and a baggy t-shirt. Actually, Jonghyun was relieved to have someone there that might help him decide what to do. Minho looked pretty shocked though, staring wide eyed at the fainted kid.
"What happened?"
"His eyes were all white. He told me that I was gonna die in a horrible way. Then he passed out. By the way, are you Minho or Onew?"
"Minho," he answered in a mutter as he walked closer. "We should take him to a hospital."
Jonghyun wondered why he'd say "we", as if he was obligated to do anything. He didn't ask, but just quietly accepted the help carrying the boy into the elevator.
3
The elevator beeped with every floor they passed on the way down to the first. It was on it's fourth beep when the red haired boy jolted awake in Jonghyun's arms and ran forward, trying to escape through the elevator's closed doors.
He hit those doors with a painful sounding thunk. Minho gasped. Jonghyun stared.
"What are you on?"
As if he was only just noticing that he shared the elevator with other people, the boy turned around to face them. Without creepy blank eyes, Jonghyun was able to feel annoyed by how damn pretty he was. His skin was pretty much glowing. It satisfied him to think that in a few years, that would be gone.
The boy's head was hanging to the side and his black eyes were staring almost through Jonghyun. Minho hesitantly spoke up to ask if he was okay and the boy's head twitched in his direction to answer.
"I'm good," he said in a high pitched voice as his tense posture finally began to relax. In seconds it was too relaxed, his tall and skinny frame leaning against the metal elevator doors, looking like a 'bad boy' model. "I just blacked out for a bit."
The elevator gave it's final beep. As the doors started to open behind the boy's back, he casually took a step away from them, further into the elevator. "I'm a messenger. Taemin." The boy looked towards Jonghyun again, "I was just brought to tell you something."
"You told me that I was gonna die horribly."
"Oh yeah," Taemin frowned, the kind of frown that a friend gives a distant friend when they're dumped. A sympathetic 'that sucks' type of frown. "You have a week. Then you're going to get murdered. It's gross."
"What the hell?" Jonghyun put a hand on his hip, glaring. "No one would murder me."
"It's kind of an accident. It's a bloody kind of 'we started it so we have to finish it' accident. I'm sorry."
The elevator doors began to close behind Taemin, so he stuck his foot out to block them. They bounce back open, and Taemin adds, "I don't know why they wanted me to tell you that, Jonghyun. I think it's just depressing to think about. There's nothing you can do."
"He can make a deal," Minho said in a voice almost too quiet to here, "to get his soul back, so that the demon can't have it when he's dead."
"Is that what it is?" Taemin shrugged and turned away, "Good luck, Jonghyun. Minho."
The moment that Taemin stepped away from the elevator, the doors began to close again. Neither Jonghyun or Minho made a move to stop them, so soon they were shut in the tiny space by themselves.
Jonghyun stood with the new information for a moment. He crossed his arms, rocked back and forth on his heels, rolled his tongue around his mouth and finally turned to Minho. "Do you know what? I'm going to pretend this is all real."
Minho looked like he was conflicted on how to respond, and finally just gave an awkward nod.
"So let me ask you why after having your body used by a demon for I guess two weeks or whatever, you seem all fine and ready to help me take random strangers to the hospital."
Minho looked at the floor and spoke quietly, again reminding Jonghyun of a girl. "I'd just rather keep busy than think about it. It's hard to explain."
"Whatever. Good enough. Makes as much sense as the rest of this." Jonghyun moved forward and stared at the button panel. "Which floor did we come from?"
"You're going back up?"
"If I'm going to die, I guess I need my soul back. That's pretty much what you just said, isn't it?"
Minho hit the door open button. He stepped out of the elevator's doors, reaching back to the panel only after his feet were outside to hit the button for the sixth floor. "Good luck," he said to Jonghyun.
"Thanks, I guess."
The elevator doors slid open on the proper floor, and creepily Onew was standing there with a smile on his face. "Taemin came around?"
"Give me my soul back."
"Aha, you found out?" Onew chuckled, stepping closer to Jonghyun. "How much do you know?"
Jonghyun was starting to regret coming back here. These people were unreasonable. This situation was impossible. He moved to the back of the elevator as Onew stepped into the doorway. Feeling the slightest bit intimidated, he asked with a bit of defensive attitude, "Can I have my soul or not?"
"You're still so rude," Onew sighed, taking one more step into the elevator before the doors closed behind him. "We'll have to make a deal if you want it back, but of course I'm happy to do that."
"Fine, so," Jonghyun looked towards the panel of buttons behind Onew. He felt very tempted to rush over and get the doors open again. This elevator didn't feel so small when it was him and Minho. "So, what kind of deal?"
"You won't like it." Even so, Onew pulled another piece of paper from thin air with a calm smile on his face. Jonghyun stared, uncomprehending, as Onew pulled a pen from the air next and began writing on the paper. He spoke as he wrote, "Starting tomorrow I can give you the three happiest days of your life. If I fail to, you get to have your soul back. If I succeed, however, I'll kill you myself when those days end."
"Huh," Jonghyun almost laughed. It would have been a laugh, if he wasn't so genuinely concerned. "You have to be all kinds of crazy."
"It's a generous deal. You'd be wise to take advantage. I'll even give you until midnight to consider what you're doing."
"Until midnight?"
"Until midnight," Onew turned towards the buttons himself, hitting for the first floor. The elevator jerked before it began it's descent. "If you sign this before midnight, the deal is on. Otherwise I'll just keep your soul for myself."
Onew didn't pass the pen and paper to Jonghyun, they just appeared in his hand. Jonghyun didn't need glasses to read this large text that explained exactly what Onew just had, and also had a line for a signature. Jonghyun stared at it until the elevator's doors opened on the first floor.
He'd just looked up when a hand on his back shoved him from the elevator. He looked over his shoulder to watch Onew wave at him before the doors shut again.
"See you!" Onew yelled before he was gone.
4
Typical gig. Rebellion. Break. Teenager. Ecstasy. Morning.
The sun was shining through a window, turning the backs of Jonghyun's eyelids a bright teasing red. Usually he'd pull a blanket over his head and hide from the light, but this morning felt different. The warmth he felt was bordering on hot, but he liked it that way. He opened his eyes slowly and grinned at what he saw. What was his name again? Min something..
"Minho," Jonghyun remembered and said it out loud.
Minho's eyes opened more slowly, heavy eyelashes pulling up to reveal deep dark circular eyes. Minho smiled back at Jonghyun, calm and pretty. "You did it," Minho spoke in a deep and somehow endearing tone. He should do voice acting, Jonghyun thought vaguely.
"What did I do now?" Jonghyun asked with the slightest laugh. He could remember a few things that he, or rather they did last night. True, he was happy enough with the events of last night to probably stand on a rooftop and shout "I did it!", but he wasn't really sure why Minho would be proud of him for any of that.
It wasn't going to become any clearer. Minho just shifted a bit closer, moving a slender arm over him and sighing in a relieved sounding breath. "Nothing. Forget it."
Jonghyun carefully reached a hand up into Minho's hair and began to drag his fingers through the messy strands. "You can kick me out whenever. Just reminding you that you're allowed, not saying I want to go. I think this is the best bed ever."
Minho moved his head forward, leaning it into Jonghyun's neck. "Stay as long as you want."
Jonghyun grinned, "Forever?"
Minho sounded almost too serious when he answered, "Forever is fine."
Jonghyun gave him a long, uncomfortable stare, and finally just decided to move things along by pressing their mouths together. He'd rather not have that agonizing hope that Minho might actually be okay with him staying here. A one night stand was a one night stand, and everything about that get together said 'one night stand'.
Everything except for this heart pounding amazing feeling when Minho's lips expertly moved on Jonghyun's. That pretty much said soulmate.
Fuck it all. In no time, their kiss involved touching all over and tongues sticking in mouths. They were both naked, but as Minho climbed over top of Jonghyun, sheets tangled between them in an infuriating web. Jonghyun irrationally refused to stop kissing Minho for the second that it might take to find his way out of the sheets. Minho must have been just as stubborn. They groped around the sheets and pulled hard, trying to find the way out while just about suffocating each other with violent kissing.
When it went on for too long, neither of them able to escape the tangle of the sheets, they finally broke apart. Jonghyun laughed first, and was reassured when Minho gave a laugh next. He moved his hands away from Minho, carefully pulling himself away from the sheets that looked practically tied together.
"We fucked that up good."
"No reason to slow down." Minho shoved the sheets violently off of the bed. He roughly grabbed hold of Jonghyun's shoulders. His urgency, for a moment, was almost a put off - but like he sensed Jonghyun's hesitation, he immediately relaxed his grip and pressed a gentle kiss to his cheek.
Jonghyun melted right then, falling into Minho. His arms moved loosely around the other's waist and guided him into a renewed kiss. In a short moment, he had entirely forgotten about being gentle again, and was moving his own rough hands along Minho's body.
Minho was somewhat rough with him, but Jonghyun quickly learned that he was a ridiculous tease. Minho was biting bruises into Jonghyun's inner thigh one moment and softly running a finger over his length the next. This treatment turned minutes into hours, and half the day must have been over when their heavy breaths began to subside.
They were lying next to one another, stained by sweat and cum, so it was perfectly logical when Jonghyun asked, "Can I use your shower?"
"That depends," Minho grinned at him, "Do you have to do it alone?"
Jonghyun started to grin back, but it faded away with another heavy breath. "You wore me out already."
"Take a long shower then."
Jonghyun felt hope raising in his chest again, and dared to ask, "Don't you think I have to go home one day?"
"No, I don't," Minho said, again too serious.
Jonghyun knew his luck well enough to be suspicious of a good thing. Even so, he forced a smile and leaned forward to press a kiss into Minho's lips. If Minho turned out to be some sick bastard, at least Jonghyun would have the memories.
When the kiss was over, Jonghyun pushed himself to the edge of the bed. "You live here alone, right?"
"Completely alone," Minho answered, sitting up and nodding towards the door, "The bathroom is right across the hall. I'll get some clothes for you to wear when you're done."
Jonghyun nodded a thanks and stood up. The apartment was warm, but he still felt weirdly cold walking around naked. It wasn't really something he did even at home. Maybe this was where it got bad. Maybe Minho was a nudist and if they wanted to be together--
Jonghyun felt better when he shut the bathroom door. There was no reason to look for bad things that would happen. Maybe life just gets really great for people who have it rough. Maybe that's what a soulmate is all about.
"Wow, nice."
Jonghyun gave a yelp in surprise as he spun around to face a strange young man that stood in the bathroom, fully clothed. In fact, he wore a pink jacket and was peering at Jonghyun over fashionable sunglasses.
Jonghyun promptly made an attempt to cover himself, putting his hands between his thighs. "What? Who are you?"
The stranger laughed lowly and answered in a very slow voice, "Keeey~"
"Key?"
Again, the stranger laughed. "I'm Key."
Key tore his gaze from Jonghyun and walked casually across the bathroom, looking at a small window at the top of the ceiling. "You're being cheated, my dear. I'm only going to warn you once."
"Sorry.. what?"
Key pushed sunglasses far up onto his head and let them rest there before he turned to Jonghyun smoothly, using his slow and emphasized words again, "Sooomeone has messed with your heeead."
Jonghyun squinted at him. The door swung open, nearly hitting Jonghyun. Jonghyun barely dodged it, looking with shock towards Minho who stood in the door with wide, worried eyes.
"... Are you okay?"
Jonghyun looked at Minho, then looked around the bathroom. There was no one there. "Uh," Jonghyun thought about it, "Do you know someone named Key?"
"Key," Minho's eyes narrowed and he stepped further into the bathroom, shutting the door behind him. Jonghyun looked down at him, finding it maybe pathetically comforting that he was still fully naked as well.
"You know him then?" Jonghyun asked.
"Forget him," Minho closed the distance between them and held Jonghyun tight. "I want to shower with you. Can I?"
Minho's face was pressed hard against Jonghyun's, his breath slow and heavy against his neck. Finally, Jonghyun pat his back and answered, "Yeah, okay."
Key, whoever, or whatever else - don't take this away yet.
This time, when Jonghyun kissed Minho, he felt unusually guilty.
5
Jonghyun felt like he was doing something horribly wrong. It was worse than the first time he had sex with a man, and that was when he thought what he was doing was sinful. Now he didn't know what this smothering feeling of guilt was. He knew damn well he wasn't hurting Minho. In fact, he was the one with a reason to feel sore. He was sprawled across the wet tile floor, crushed entirely beneath Minho. His legs were so tight around Minho's waist that it was exhausting. Even now that Minho rocked into him slowly, it was almost as painful as it was pleasurable.
"Key bothered you," Minho breathed, hands attempting to be gentle as they slid over Jonghyun's thighs.
"That was pretty weird," Jonghyun admitted, staring up at Minho through tired eyes. As weird as it was, he couldn't help but theorize that it had absolutely nothing to do with this heavy feeling of guilt.
"You need to relax," Minho said in a voice that was eerily convincing. Jonghyun's head rolled back onto the floor and his eyes shifted to the ceiling. It was weird to feel relaxed, and as if he was forced to be that way. Something was unquestionably wrong here..
"You're overthinking this," Minho told him, "Just feel it."
He felt sore, and tired..
.. and empty, when Minho pulled out of him and rolled onto the wet floor next to him, directly beneath the shower's spray. "You can take me instead."
Jonghyun smiled, succumbing to his lust and taking place over top of Minho. The water of the shower hit his back, warm and relaxing. When he looked down at Minho this way, he noticed for the first time just how slender he was all over. His legs looked nearly frail. He asked with a bit of concern, "Have you done it this way before?"
"That depends..." Minho answered in a cryptic way, but before Jonghyun could think into it, Minho lifted up onto his elbows and pressed a new kiss to Jonghyun's mouth. "Stretch me," he said into his lips.
The words sent heat through Jonghyun's body. He kind of froze as Minho rolled over under him, positioning himself on his hands and needs. Jonghyun stared hard at his body. His heart pounded hard. Something felt wrong, but he couldn't say no to this.
"I need lube," Jonghyun murmured.
Minho's voice was demanding, "It's wet in here. Forget the lube."
Ok, Jonghyun numbly thought.
His hand moved along slippery skin. He almost shook with his excitement when his fingertip found it's way inside of Minho. He barely pushed in before he stopped, gasping, "You're really tight."
"It feels good," Minho cooed. Jonghyun couldn't believe him until he pushed back against his finger. However, Jonghyun's finger was just about sore from the tight squeeze. He started to pull out, and found it to be strangely slick now. Jonghyun gulped when he saw red leaking out with his finger.
"You're bleeding," Jonghyun said with rising panic.
"It feels good," Minho said, perfectly calm. "It isn't that much. I'm fine."
This was wrong. So, so wrong. Jonghyun cringed, but pushed his finger further into Minho. It was warm and wet now, no longer uncomfortable in the slightest. Jonghyun bit his lip. He didn't want to admit how perfect it was, when it was so wrong.
Minho never appeared to mind though. After Jonghyun took his time slowly moving his finger back and forth, Minho pushed back and begged in a quiet voice for 'more'. Jonghyun was just pressing a second finger towards Minho. Minho protested. "No," he used an urgent tone, "More."
Jonghyun put his arms around Minho tightly and held him against him when he pushed fully into him for the first time. He buried his face in Minho's hair, not having any interest in seeing the blood that was sure to rush out and rinse away towards the shower drain.
The bathroom was filled with their heavy breaths and they moved hard and fast against each other, until finally Jonghyun was first to reach a climax. Only when he was mostly soft inside of Minho did he realize that Minho was shaking.
He reached around to slowly stroke Minho's length. It wasn't as hard as he expected. With fear in his voice, he asked, "Are you okay?"
Minho took a moment to answer, and finally looked over his shoulder with a convincing grin at Jonghyun. "Never better."
Jonghyun grinned at Minho and turned him onto his back. He used his mouth to finish him. It was over in a few short minutes.
After they actually showered, they both pulled on white bathrobes that belonged to Minho and sat in a luxurious living room. Minho held Jonghyun against him, stroking his wet hair. "Don't leave," Minho said.
Jonghyun asked, "This is your place? Just yours?"
"Just mine."
"You really want me to stay?"
"At least for tonight. I'll feed you."
"Like I'm a pet?"
When Minho answered, "You can be my pet," with a cheerful grin, Jonghyun cringed.
"No thanks."
"It works though," Minho argued with the slightest laugh, "You look like a puppy."
Jonghyun made a scoffing noise, then leaned in to bite Minho's neck sharply. Minho gave a small yelp before he laughed and pulled Jonghyun into a kiss.
They ordered delivery. It was a huge lunch. Neither was in the state to have sex again, so they spent the evening resting and watching scary movies from Minho's DVD collection. They didn't say much. The lack of communication made it all feel that much more wrong.
It was comfortable though. The type of comfortable that Jonghyun hadn't been in a very long time.
After dinner, Minho gave Jonghyun pajama pants to sleep in, and they kissed until they fell asleep. Before Jonghyun completely nodded off, he could have sworn he heard Key's voice whispering to him.
"You poor, sad little thing. I tried to warn you."
All he saw was the darkness of the room when he tried to look, but then, maybe he was already asleep.
6
"What a sham."
Jonghyun looked over his shoulder, jumping to see a face so close to his own. Key leaned heavily against his back, moving arms to hug his waist.
"That contract there," Key said, looking at the paper in Jonghyun's hands. "It's completely useless, my dear. Onew doesn't have your soul. He liiied."
"Who are you?"
"I'm your guardian angel." Key leaned his head closely to Jonghyun's, smirking and nuzzling his cheek, "Keeey~."
"Sure," Jonghyun huffed, pulling away from Key. He gave him a once over before he looked back to the contract, "This is all a lie?"
"You have one week until bloody murder, that's true, but I assure you that you'll die with your soul as long as you don't sign that contract."
Jonghyun was fully exhausted by this whole crazy situation. He pushed a hand through his hair and gave another big sigh, "Why should I trust you anyway?"
Key's smirk grew, "Look within your heeeart~?"
"I'm gonna die either way, right?" Jonghyun looked down at the paper, rolling his eyes. "At least according to you guys. What does it matter if I have my soul or not?"
"I can't tell you that," Key answered shortly, with a frown. "I'm sure you've seen enough movies however, to know better than to give up your soul."
"Tch," Jonghyun rolled his eyes, "At least if I give up my soul, I can be happy for a few days. That's what this contract says."
Key sounded irate, "Even if it were that simple, you’re giving up your soul.”
“I live for now. Otherwise, I might as well kill myself. That way I’m in control of my death, right? Since it’s coming up anyway.”
“I..” Key stopped, apparently stumped for the moment. It was enough time for Jonghyun to move that pen that Onew had given him across paper. “Wait--” Key tried to say, too late.
“I’m only going to warn you once,” Key said.
“I can’t do anything more for you,” Key said.
“This is your last chance,” Key said.
“Stop it,” Minho croaked, “You’re hurting me.”
Jonghyun sat up abruptly. He hadn’t even realized he’d been asleep. One minute, he’d been on the sidewalk signing that crazy contract. The next...
He rubbed his eyes and jumped when he saw that the bed he sat on was made with bloody sheets. They were tangled around his legs. While he struggled to push them off, a memory pierced his chest with icy horror.
Minho screamed and cried, trying to push Jonghyun away from him. “Hold still,” Jonghyun cursed at him and tied him with the bed’s sheets, using all of his weight to keep him down, “Hold fucking still!” he’d yelled.
Jonghyun fell in a heap off the bed. He stared at it, empty and bloody. He was drugged. He was given some kind of horrible, major, awful drug. Had he done something terrible because of that? Why was there so much blood on the bed? Where was--
“Here you go,” Onew sat down next to Jonghyun, grinning widely at him. “I got you a present.”
Jonghyun looked down to a small box wrapped in blue paper. His mind was empty of questions. He just took the damn thing and unwrapped it because what the fuck else was he going to do? When he flipped open the box inside, he saw a pair of black rimmed eyeglasses.
“I thought it was best if you learned to read more carefully,” Onew told him, before breaking into a deep evil laugh.
Jonghyun couldn’t respond. His hand shook. He remembered the shower he took with Minho. Blood rinsed down the drain. Minho was sobbing, shaking. “Please stop,” Minho had begged.
“Not even a smile?” Onew pulled the glasses from the box, laughter fading away. “I thought it was clever, anyway.” He carefully pushed the glasses onto Jonghyun’s face. They were perfect. Jonghyun could see more clearly.
“What happened?” Jonghyun managed to finally ask.
Onew smirked, “You signed the contract.”
“And then what?”
“And then I gave you the three happiest days of your life,” Onew chuckled, “But of course, you don’t remember.”
“I remember..” Jonghyun stared at the bed, “It wasn’t happy.”
“You enjoyed yourself. A little too much, I’m afraid.”
“I hurt Minho,” Jonghyun got to his feet, not taking his eyes off of the bloodied bed, “I would never enjoy that.”
Onew looked angry and stood up fast next to Jonghyun, “You were more you in the last three days than you’ve ever been before. I did nothing but allow you to give into yourself, because that is where true happiness lies.”
“Pleeeeeeeeease.”
Jonghyun didn’t look, but he recognized the intruding voice as Key’s.
“If you’re going to be evil,” Key said, “at leeast don’t be dorky about it. You spent those last three days in your own mind, Jonghyun, it was Onew who did all of those horrible things to Minho.”
“That’s a lie,” Jonghyun said softly, “Minho didn’t remember what Onew did in his body.”
“You see, Key? Don’t underestimate humans,” Onew sighed in an almost loving way as he grinned at Jonghyun, “He’s too smart for you.”
Jonghyun slowly turned his head towards Onew. He just wanted the truth. The straight truth. Maybe Onew sensed that, because he finally spoke.
“I gave you a few delusions, and after all, most of the time it was me in Minho’s body. You simply couldn’t see what was going on because you were blinded by the sweet sin of lust. As such, according to the contract that you so wisely looked over, your soul belongs to me and I can kill you. Today~.”
“That’s a joke,” Jonghyun couldn’t breathe. This was all too insane.
Key looked thoroughly annoyed, vaguely reminding Jonghyun of his mother whenever he’d make a mess. “Fine,” Key said with a huff, “You win this time.”
“Wait,” Jonghyun tried to say, but Key disappeared.
“Hmm,” Onew smiled cheerfully and looked at Jonghyun, “Do you know what sin Minho is blinded by?”
Jonghyun never got to answer. A butcher’s knife pushed between his shoulder blades. He fell to the floor, dead.
Onew turned his smile to Minho, who stood shaking with the bloodied knife in his hand.
“That was fun,” Onew said.
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My friend wrote a drabble on Minho in this universe. Click here to read.