[Fanfiction] - Title: There’s a First Time for Everything
Title: There’s a First Time for Everything
Pairing: OnHo/TofuHo
Rating: PG-15/R (for some mature themes)
Genre: AU, Romance, Drama
Words: 2,725
Disclaimer: I do not own SHINee (oh the shame), unfortunately all I own is the fragments of my over imaginative mind.
Summary: There’s a first time for everything… Jinki finds that out when he meets Minho.
A/N: I’ve wanted to write OnHo for a while now but never got around to doing so, until I wrote some drabbles which I posted earlier on (Yesterday) and I wanted to actually try and write something a bit longer with more depth. This didn’t really turn out how I wanted it, in fact I feel like it’s kinda fail, but the idea was good at the time (in my head, hahahaha). Plus I actually can’t believe how close I got to writing a FULL ‘love scene’, I am still really embarrassed about that fact actually, I don’t think it works at all. It’s really badly written, hahahaha. Argh, and I think this is really choppy, a lot more choppy than I thought it would be and the tenses are all mixed about. Oh man, this will probably be locked in a week or so too, because I am kinda embarrassed (ashamed? HA!) About it. I apologise for the awful structure and grammar and spelling mistakes, which I know will be there. Please if you can, please comment and tell me what you think, I could do with some advice. I really appreciate every comment and feedback I receive. Thank you.
The first time they met…
He had been a complete mess, honey brown strands obscuring his face as he sat in the gutter sobbing and begging for some sort of salvation from his shattered heart.
He had looked up to find inquisitive doe eyes staring down at him.
He hadn’t answered him when he had asked him if he was okay, but he had let him call a taxi to take him to his apartment. He had cried on his broad shoulders all the way there. He couldn’t even remember if he had paid for the taxi as he watched the tall man get back in the vehicle, being driven away into the frosty night.
What a caring stranger is all Jinki could think the next day, the memory of warm and long fingers wiping his salty tears from his face.
The first time they actually spoke to one another…
Had Jinki blushing and forgetting all about his past heart break. They instantly clicked, which he had found strange at the time because,
Minho was everything Jinki had wanted to be in High School. The taller man earth shatteringly handsome and charismatic that he could make any heartbeat pulse erratically and not to mention his Adonis like body that was sport champion worthy, yeah Jinki had never seen them getting along.
But they just did and Jinki found himself constantly awed at the other man’s intelligence, he felt like he had finally found someone that understood him, and Jinki had never felt that, he had never felt like he could fit in somewhere. Minho made him feel like he possibly could, like he wasn’t a nobody, wasn’t just Jinki - the nerdy boy in High School that had always tripped over his own feet. Minho helped him break free of the restraints that had held him down for so long, the chocolate doe-eyed man accepting and embracing him for who he was.
The first time they went on a date…
Jinki was completely dumbstruck and found himself pinching his arm, praying that it was real and he wasn’t just dreaming.
Luckily for him it was real and at that realisation he couldn’t even look at Minho’s handsome face gazing at him from across the fancy restaurant’s glossy table. He felt that black gaping hole that had been shot into his aching heart slowly closing up and healing, or could it be being filled with a new presence. Whatever it was he felt the emptiness that had crippled him ebbing away the more time he spent with the gentle man.
They had talked all night whilst they enjoyed a meal that Jinki swore tasted sweeter than any food he had ever eaten in his entire life.
At the end of the night Minho had walked him home, despite his objections, even though deep inside he hadn’t wanted Minho to leave, he wanted the night to last forever. It felt so special to him and when they stood outside his apartment and Minho bid him a goodnight he had wanted to call out, tell him to come back but they parted with a cautious hug that still sent shivers down Jinki’s spine and that night he had fell asleep with a smile on his face.
The first time they kissed…
Took place after their fourth date, Jinki had been nervous and if Minho had been he had not shown it.
Minho had walked him home like usual, they had built up a little routine by then, but that time when Minho would usually have said goodnight, hugged him and left he hadn’t, instead he had been about to turn around when he reached out and grabbed hold of Jinki’s hands, which instantly began to tremble at the touch.
Jinki had blinked up with wider eyes than usual as Minho’s big eyes stared back into his; Jinki recognised the emotion in the wide chocolate orbs and his heart had started to quicken its pace.
“Can I kiss you?” he had whispered, already having leant in so that his warm breath came out in spirals over Jinki’s plump lips. Jinki nodded his head; his eyes had been staring at the ground, the taller man’s gaze too intense.
It had been awkward, just a meeting of lips, neither knowing how far they should go. They had kept their mouths closed, but Jinki still thought that it had been the best first kiss he’d ever received. That night he had fallen asleep with an even wider smile across his face.
The first time they argued…
Was four months into their relationship, they were an official couple by then and it all still felt so new to Jinki.
It had stemmed from Minho’s possessiveness, a side that neither Jinki nor Minho had recognised.
They had been at a friend’s house warming party when one of Jinki’s friends Joon, who Minho had never met before, had stuck to his side like glue. The older boy naturally flirty and loud unabashedly flirted with Jinki all night. Minho had instantly taken a disliking to the other man, his strikingly handsome face and muscular body had made alarm bells go off in his head. His jealous streak raised its ugly head that night, the mere sight of Joon’s strong arms wrapped around his Boyfriend’s smaller frame painting a sickening image.
Minho had confronted Jinki about it and all hell broke loose.
"Why did you let him put his hands all over you like that?" Minho had asked, a buring in his large eyes. Jinki had felt hurt that the younger man didn’t trust him. He had felt as though he was being accused of cheating when he had done nothing wrong and it upset him to think that Minho could have thought that he was capable of being unfaithful, especially when he knew what Jinki had been through.
That night Jinki went home alone and instead of sleeping with a smile on his face he had laid awake angry and hurt.
The first time they shared a bed…
Had been excruciatingly awkward, Minho not knowing what was okay with Jinki and Jinki not daring to go any nearer Minho than he needed to. The fact that it had been the middle of summer and the heat had become suffocating, especially because Minho’s air-conditioning had broken earlier on in the day, had not made the situation better.
Despite them having been a couple for almost five months, they had still not progressed from kissing, just because Jinki had wanted to take it slow, which Minho was perfectly fine with.
Minho had wanted it to be special and comfortable for the shorter man because it was the first time he had stayed over at Minho’s apartment - the whole night.
After about an hour of lying side by side, the air hot and tense, Minho had gotten up in frustration telling Jinki that he would be back soon, he had gotten dressed and made his way to the nearest convenient store that was open twenty-four hours and by some sort of miracle he had managed to buy a fan. It had been hard to carry back to his apartment alone at 2AM in the morning but he had managed to do it, aided by the fact that his apartment was not that far away.
Jinki had been shocked when the younger boy stumbled in, sweat on his brow and arms full with a large box.
“It’s a fan,” was all he had said as he set up the object, Jinki’s eyes never once left his form.
Twenty minutes later they had the fan on full blast as they rolled around in hysterical laughter. They had fallen asleep quickly after that, the soothing cool air from the fan calming them and their heated flesh; their hands had been intertwined between them and a mess of black sheets as they slept with smiles marking both their faces.
The first time they slept together…
Had been just as awkward as their first kiss and the first time they shared a bed. It had actually been Jinki’s jealously that triggered it.
Their friend Kibum asking them to another party and Jinki had wanted to refuse because shit seemed to always go down at the tall and lanky flamboyant boy’s parties. However, Kibum was always and had always been very persuasive and in the end had led to Jinki giving in.
When they had turned up the party had been pretty much already in full swing and the majority of guests were drunk, that itself had unsettled Jinki, because although he could hold his drink fine, he had never liked being around intoxicated people.
Minho had become instantly popular, people flocked around him and it was funny because Jinki had been fine with all the guys that had clearly been checking out and chatting up his boyfriend, but it was when a few of the girls at the party had started to hit on Minho that Jinki felt his stomach turn over and all he had wanted to do was drag the stupid bimbo’s away from his Minho.
It had been one particular girl that had really riled him up, a tall artificial blonde with honey eyes and long legs that were only extended by six-inch heels, she had been draping herself all over Minho, and even though Minho had knocked her back several times Jinki had still felt his blood boil at the sight.
He had left in a huff, but hadn’t got far before Minho had come running after him. Jinki wouldn’t speak to the taller man and they had made the journey back to Minho’s apartment in silence.
It had only been when they got inside the younger man’s neat residence that Jinki had lost it, Minho having asked him what was wrong set him off.
He had confessed his anger and regrettably expressed his jealousy; his hands had balled into fists at his sides as he began to feel close to tears.
Minho had laughed, which only made Jinki feel worse, his shout of “It’s not funny…” shocked both him and Minho. That had also been a first, Jinki never raised his voice.
“I don’t like seeing you with those girls…” Was what he had mumbled sadly, despite how quiet he had been, his voiced had seemed to echo throughout the whole room.
And then Minho had been right in front of him, his strong hands soothing his shaking shoulders.
“I’m sorry,” the younger man had said, guilt evident within his deep voice, “but you have to realise by now, that I don’t want them, I don’t want anyone else. I only want you, Jinki.” Minho’s words had made Jinki look up, wide-eyed and red in the face.
Then it had all seemed to move so fast. One minute they had been talking then the next tongue was rubbing against eager tongue as their lips had met in a heart stopping kiss.
They had been dating for a while by then and although most people would have progressed further than heated make-out sessions with a small amount of pretty much innocent groping, they had taken it slow, but they both had felt it in that moment. They both knew that the kisses they shared would manifest into something else.
So when Jinki’s back had collided with Minho’s bedroom wall, he knew what to expect, what was going to happen, the strong and lengthy leg that Minho wedged in between Jinki’s thick and toned thighs had left him breathless more than his searing kiss.
His large hands had travelled all over Jinki’s body, in search for new places to touch and as the kiss had gone on, Jinki quickly realised that it would be another first for him because he had felt Minho’s power and knew that he would be the submissive one. A strange and slightly uneasy concept to him, as in all his past relationships (which weren’t many) he had always been the dominant one, he had been the one to take the lead, but it was clear to him that night that he would be giving himself up to Minho and he hadn’t minded much, in fact the thought started to excite him.
Jinki’s pulse had been more erratic than ever before when Minho had moved them so that he was flat on his back while the tall and sun kissed figure of Minho loomed over his smaller frame. Minho had drank in the sight of Jinki like that with hungry eyes, the older man laid out beneath him, he had been shaking and his eyes had been wide as they stared up into Minho’s darker ones with anticipation.
Minho had never felt more domineering, he had never felt so in love and it had been in that moment that he had finally signed his heart over to Jinki completely.
His lips had felt unbelievably good against Jinki’s plumper ones that he had made sure to kiss enough to make them rosy and swollen, only pleasing his eyes even more.
Jinki had felt embarrassed when Minho undressed them both, his hands having been too unsteady in their actions to carry out the task properly. His face had instantly flushed a bright blood pink when Minho remained unmoving for what had seemed like hours, he had just stared at Jinki’s body laid out before his lustful eyes that had also been swimming in admiration licking his lips. He had never felt as vulnerable and open to another human being in his life.
Jinki had also been stunned by Minho’s perfect body, he had only seen the midnight brown haired man topless, but nothing had compared to the sight of his whole muscular body towered over him.
The moment they broke the stare their lips had met for another heat pooling kiss, Jinki having melted into a moaning mess when Minho had took his thick tongue in-between his lips and sucked hard… as his hands travelled lower to appreciate his quivering body. Jinki had instantly allowed his arms to reach up and wrap around Minho’s neck pulling his body closer and flush up against his own burning skin, his back arching gracefully at feeling so full. Minho’s groan had rippled throughout every nerve of his twitching and sensitive body his own voice sounded alien to him as he gasped, breath heavy. The name of the man above him had fell from his kiss abused mouth like it was the only word he knew and Minho had looked straight at him, “Look at me.” He had said, his voice sounded deeper than Jinki had ever heard it before and his eyes had flown open immediately at the other’s request, his own deep honey orbs staring back into the darkened, almost black that Minho’s had melted into.
“Say it again, say my name again.” And Minho had moved as he finished his sentence, Jinki instantly complying with his wishes as he held onto Minho like his life depended on it, the firm muscles in Minho’s biceps flexing from holding himself up while he had leant down to bury his face into the soft junction of Jinki’s neck as they booth shook, their bodies convulsing erratically.
The first time Minho told Jinki that he loved him had been the morning after, their bodies had been intertwined as Minho ran his long fingers through Jinki’s shoulder length silken strands that splayed over the crisp white pillow as he sighed taking in the fresh morning air that still held the remnants of their whispered passion.
He had opened his eyes to find the younger man lying on his side watching him, the sun’s light and heat had been filtering in from the gaps in the blinds shielding the window. It had framed Minho’s hairline like a halo and Jinki had felt his breath catch at the sight.
“I love you,” the younger man had said then, startling Jinki as he had gazed at Minho in disbelief before he had also let the confession of love fall from his pouty lips to flutter up in the air with Minho’s.
The smile that had broke out across Minho’s devastatingly handsome face filled Jinki’s heart with warmth as the younger man had leant down to lay his lips onto Jinki’s sealing it between both of their red tinted mouths.
Pairing: OnHo/TofuHo
Rating: PG-15/R (for some mature themes)
Genre: AU, Romance, Drama
Words: 2,725
Disclaimer: I do not own SHINee (oh the shame), unfortunately all I own is the fragments of my over imaginative mind.
Summary: There’s a first time for everything… Jinki finds that out when he meets Minho.
A/N: I’ve wanted to write OnHo for a while now but never got around to doing so, until I wrote some drabbles which I posted earlier on (Yesterday) and I wanted to actually try and write something a bit longer with more depth. This didn’t really turn out how I wanted it, in fact I feel like it’s kinda fail, but the idea was good at the time (in my head, hahahaha). Plus I actually can’t believe how close I got to writing a FULL ‘love scene’, I am still really embarrassed about that fact actually, I don’t think it works at all. It’s really badly written, hahahaha. Argh, and I think this is really choppy, a lot more choppy than I thought it would be and the tenses are all mixed about. Oh man, this will probably be locked in a week or so too, because I am kinda embarrassed (ashamed? HA!) About it. I apologise for the awful structure and grammar and spelling mistakes, which I know will be there. Please if you can, please comment and tell me what you think, I could do with some advice. I really appreciate every comment and feedback I receive. Thank you.
The first time they met…
He had been a complete mess, honey brown strands obscuring his face as he sat in the gutter sobbing and begging for some sort of salvation from his shattered heart.
He had looked up to find inquisitive doe eyes staring down at him.
He hadn’t answered him when he had asked him if he was okay, but he had let him call a taxi to take him to his apartment. He had cried on his broad shoulders all the way there. He couldn’t even remember if he had paid for the taxi as he watched the tall man get back in the vehicle, being driven away into the frosty night.
What a caring stranger is all Jinki could think the next day, the memory of warm and long fingers wiping his salty tears from his face.
The first time they actually spoke to one another…
Had Jinki blushing and forgetting all about his past heart break. They instantly clicked, which he had found strange at the time because,
Minho was everything Jinki had wanted to be in High School. The taller man earth shatteringly handsome and charismatic that he could make any heartbeat pulse erratically and not to mention his Adonis like body that was sport champion worthy, yeah Jinki had never seen them getting along.
But they just did and Jinki found himself constantly awed at the other man’s intelligence, he felt like he had finally found someone that understood him, and Jinki had never felt that, he had never felt like he could fit in somewhere. Minho made him feel like he possibly could, like he wasn’t a nobody, wasn’t just Jinki - the nerdy boy in High School that had always tripped over his own feet. Minho helped him break free of the restraints that had held him down for so long, the chocolate doe-eyed man accepting and embracing him for who he was.
The first time they went on a date…
Jinki was completely dumbstruck and found himself pinching his arm, praying that it was real and he wasn’t just dreaming.
Luckily for him it was real and at that realisation he couldn’t even look at Minho’s handsome face gazing at him from across the fancy restaurant’s glossy table. He felt that black gaping hole that had been shot into his aching heart slowly closing up and healing, or could it be being filled with a new presence. Whatever it was he felt the emptiness that had crippled him ebbing away the more time he spent with the gentle man.
They had talked all night whilst they enjoyed a meal that Jinki swore tasted sweeter than any food he had ever eaten in his entire life.
At the end of the night Minho had walked him home, despite his objections, even though deep inside he hadn’t wanted Minho to leave, he wanted the night to last forever. It felt so special to him and when they stood outside his apartment and Minho bid him a goodnight he had wanted to call out, tell him to come back but they parted with a cautious hug that still sent shivers down Jinki’s spine and that night he had fell asleep with a smile on his face.
The first time they kissed…
Took place after their fourth date, Jinki had been nervous and if Minho had been he had not shown it.
Minho had walked him home like usual, they had built up a little routine by then, but that time when Minho would usually have said goodnight, hugged him and left he hadn’t, instead he had been about to turn around when he reached out and grabbed hold of Jinki’s hands, which instantly began to tremble at the touch.
Jinki had blinked up with wider eyes than usual as Minho’s big eyes stared back into his; Jinki recognised the emotion in the wide chocolate orbs and his heart had started to quicken its pace.
“Can I kiss you?” he had whispered, already having leant in so that his warm breath came out in spirals over Jinki’s plump lips. Jinki nodded his head; his eyes had been staring at the ground, the taller man’s gaze too intense.
It had been awkward, just a meeting of lips, neither knowing how far they should go. They had kept their mouths closed, but Jinki still thought that it had been the best first kiss he’d ever received. That night he had fallen asleep with an even wider smile across his face.
The first time they argued…
Was four months into their relationship, they were an official couple by then and it all still felt so new to Jinki.
It had stemmed from Minho’s possessiveness, a side that neither Jinki nor Minho had recognised.
They had been at a friend’s house warming party when one of Jinki’s friends Joon, who Minho had never met before, had stuck to his side like glue. The older boy naturally flirty and loud unabashedly flirted with Jinki all night. Minho had instantly taken a disliking to the other man, his strikingly handsome face and muscular body had made alarm bells go off in his head. His jealous streak raised its ugly head that night, the mere sight of Joon’s strong arms wrapped around his Boyfriend’s smaller frame painting a sickening image.
Minho had confronted Jinki about it and all hell broke loose.
"Why did you let him put his hands all over you like that?" Minho had asked, a buring in his large eyes. Jinki had felt hurt that the younger man didn’t trust him. He had felt as though he was being accused of cheating when he had done nothing wrong and it upset him to think that Minho could have thought that he was capable of being unfaithful, especially when he knew what Jinki had been through.
That night Jinki went home alone and instead of sleeping with a smile on his face he had laid awake angry and hurt.
The first time they shared a bed…
Had been excruciatingly awkward, Minho not knowing what was okay with Jinki and Jinki not daring to go any nearer Minho than he needed to. The fact that it had been the middle of summer and the heat had become suffocating, especially because Minho’s air-conditioning had broken earlier on in the day, had not made the situation better.
Despite them having been a couple for almost five months, they had still not progressed from kissing, just because Jinki had wanted to take it slow, which Minho was perfectly fine with.
Minho had wanted it to be special and comfortable for the shorter man because it was the first time he had stayed over at Minho’s apartment - the whole night.
After about an hour of lying side by side, the air hot and tense, Minho had gotten up in frustration telling Jinki that he would be back soon, he had gotten dressed and made his way to the nearest convenient store that was open twenty-four hours and by some sort of miracle he had managed to buy a fan. It had been hard to carry back to his apartment alone at 2AM in the morning but he had managed to do it, aided by the fact that his apartment was not that far away.
Jinki had been shocked when the younger boy stumbled in, sweat on his brow and arms full with a large box.
“It’s a fan,” was all he had said as he set up the object, Jinki’s eyes never once left his form.
Twenty minutes later they had the fan on full blast as they rolled around in hysterical laughter. They had fallen asleep quickly after that, the soothing cool air from the fan calming them and their heated flesh; their hands had been intertwined between them and a mess of black sheets as they slept with smiles marking both their faces.
The first time they slept together…
Had been just as awkward as their first kiss and the first time they shared a bed. It had actually been Jinki’s jealously that triggered it.
Their friend Kibum asking them to another party and Jinki had wanted to refuse because shit seemed to always go down at the tall and lanky flamboyant boy’s parties. However, Kibum was always and had always been very persuasive and in the end had led to Jinki giving in.
When they had turned up the party had been pretty much already in full swing and the majority of guests were drunk, that itself had unsettled Jinki, because although he could hold his drink fine, he had never liked being around intoxicated people.
Minho had become instantly popular, people flocked around him and it was funny because Jinki had been fine with all the guys that had clearly been checking out and chatting up his boyfriend, but it was when a few of the girls at the party had started to hit on Minho that Jinki felt his stomach turn over and all he had wanted to do was drag the stupid bimbo’s away from his Minho.
It had been one particular girl that had really riled him up, a tall artificial blonde with honey eyes and long legs that were only extended by six-inch heels, she had been draping herself all over Minho, and even though Minho had knocked her back several times Jinki had still felt his blood boil at the sight.
He had left in a huff, but hadn’t got far before Minho had come running after him. Jinki wouldn’t speak to the taller man and they had made the journey back to Minho’s apartment in silence.
It had only been when they got inside the younger man’s neat residence that Jinki had lost it, Minho having asked him what was wrong set him off.
He had confessed his anger and regrettably expressed his jealousy; his hands had balled into fists at his sides as he began to feel close to tears.
Minho had laughed, which only made Jinki feel worse, his shout of “It’s not funny…” shocked both him and Minho. That had also been a first, Jinki never raised his voice.
“I don’t like seeing you with those girls…” Was what he had mumbled sadly, despite how quiet he had been, his voiced had seemed to echo throughout the whole room.
And then Minho had been right in front of him, his strong hands soothing his shaking shoulders.
“I’m sorry,” the younger man had said, guilt evident within his deep voice, “but you have to realise by now, that I don’t want them, I don’t want anyone else. I only want you, Jinki.” Minho’s words had made Jinki look up, wide-eyed and red in the face.
Then it had all seemed to move so fast. One minute they had been talking then the next tongue was rubbing against eager tongue as their lips had met in a heart stopping kiss.
They had been dating for a while by then and although most people would have progressed further than heated make-out sessions with a small amount of pretty much innocent groping, they had taken it slow, but they both had felt it in that moment. They both knew that the kisses they shared would manifest into something else.
So when Jinki’s back had collided with Minho’s bedroom wall, he knew what to expect, what was going to happen, the strong and lengthy leg that Minho wedged in between Jinki’s thick and toned thighs had left him breathless more than his searing kiss.
His large hands had travelled all over Jinki’s body, in search for new places to touch and as the kiss had gone on, Jinki quickly realised that it would be another first for him because he had felt Minho’s power and knew that he would be the submissive one. A strange and slightly uneasy concept to him, as in all his past relationships (which weren’t many) he had always been the dominant one, he had been the one to take the lead, but it was clear to him that night that he would be giving himself up to Minho and he hadn’t minded much, in fact the thought started to excite him.
Jinki’s pulse had been more erratic than ever before when Minho had moved them so that he was flat on his back while the tall and sun kissed figure of Minho loomed over his smaller frame. Minho had drank in the sight of Jinki like that with hungry eyes, the older man laid out beneath him, he had been shaking and his eyes had been wide as they stared up into Minho’s darker ones with anticipation.
Minho had never felt more domineering, he had never felt so in love and it had been in that moment that he had finally signed his heart over to Jinki completely.
His lips had felt unbelievably good against Jinki’s plumper ones that he had made sure to kiss enough to make them rosy and swollen, only pleasing his eyes even more.
Jinki had felt embarrassed when Minho undressed them both, his hands having been too unsteady in their actions to carry out the task properly. His face had instantly flushed a bright blood pink when Minho remained unmoving for what had seemed like hours, he had just stared at Jinki’s body laid out before his lustful eyes that had also been swimming in admiration licking his lips. He had never felt as vulnerable and open to another human being in his life.
Jinki had also been stunned by Minho’s perfect body, he had only seen the midnight brown haired man topless, but nothing had compared to the sight of his whole muscular body towered over him.
The moment they broke the stare their lips had met for another heat pooling kiss, Jinki having melted into a moaning mess when Minho had took his thick tongue in-between his lips and sucked hard… as his hands travelled lower to appreciate his quivering body. Jinki had instantly allowed his arms to reach up and wrap around Minho’s neck pulling his body closer and flush up against his own burning skin, his back arching gracefully at feeling so full. Minho’s groan had rippled throughout every nerve of his twitching and sensitive body his own voice sounded alien to him as he gasped, breath heavy. The name of the man above him had fell from his kiss abused mouth like it was the only word he knew and Minho had looked straight at him, “Look at me.” He had said, his voice sounded deeper than Jinki had ever heard it before and his eyes had flown open immediately at the other’s request, his own deep honey orbs staring back into the darkened, almost black that Minho’s had melted into.
“Say it again, say my name again.” And Minho had moved as he finished his sentence, Jinki instantly complying with his wishes as he held onto Minho like his life depended on it, the firm muscles in Minho’s biceps flexing from holding himself up while he had leant down to bury his face into the soft junction of Jinki’s neck as they booth shook, their bodies convulsing erratically.
The first time Minho told Jinki that he loved him had been the morning after, their bodies had been intertwined as Minho ran his long fingers through Jinki’s shoulder length silken strands that splayed over the crisp white pillow as he sighed taking in the fresh morning air that still held the remnants of their whispered passion.
He had opened his eyes to find the younger man lying on his side watching him, the sun’s light and heat had been filtering in from the gaps in the blinds shielding the window. It had framed Minho’s hairline like a halo and Jinki had felt his breath catch at the sight.
“I love you,” the younger man had said then, startling Jinki as he had gazed at Minho in disbelief before he had also let the confession of love fall from his pouty lips to flutter up in the air with Minho’s.
The smile that had broke out across Minho’s devastatingly handsome face filled Jinki’s heart with warmth as the younger man had leant down to lay his lips onto Jinki’s sealing it between both of their red tinted mouths.