Precious [Part 2, Section 2]

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Title: Precious

Author: exogenitals

Pairing: Jongho, Onkey

Summary: At the start of each new year of high school, a new senior class is born. This year the senior class incorporated the all famous Kim Jonghyun and his right hand man, Lee Jinki. The two had been waiting for the end of their high school career since they had entered it. It was now their last chance to mess with the lives of their innocent classmates all while blowing off their studies, just like every other school year they’d sat through. This year was different, however. Jonghyun's newest prank invovled a certain Choi Minho, his heart, and a fake relationship that would go all haywire.

Rating: PG-13

WARNINGS: Bad teenage drama and very badly written smut in part 2.

Feedback: Please.

Dislaimer: I own Dom's ass and Minho is my slave.
Author's Notes: Um, this is for the MUSE Bingo, again. I started this before the bingo cards were out, but yeah. NOTE: part 2 is broken into pieces since it's so long too....

Minho was overly excited for the time that intro biology was allowed to start labs. Labs meant hands on experience in the field he was aspiring to enter. Labs meant practical applications of the lectures he had leading up to them. Labs meant he got to get down and dirty. Labs did not mean get permanently paired with Jonghyun.

It wasn’t an accident, but it wasn’t entirely on purpose. Jonghyun had shown up late to labs after lecture because he took too long in the bathrooms, finding the only seat left was next to Minho in a lone lab table situated in the back corner of the room. Minho shot Jonghyun a don’t-you-dare-sit-there glance, but Jonghyun was already in a hurry to sit himself down in a chair before the professor noticed he was late for the second time in a row. Sighing, Minho just let it be and tuned into what they were supposed to be listening to.

“Now as you know the lab entails not only being able to accurately perform experiments, but also display the ability to work as a team. Take a look to the one or two people at your lab table and say a nice little hello to your lab partners for the rest of the term. If you have any problems please speak now,” the professor explained, looking around the room.

Minho opened his mouth to speak, but felt Jonghyun’s hand cover his mouth. Jonghyun had a look of plea on his face, silently asking Minho to not say anything and, against his will, Minho kept quiet.

“Alright, that’s it for today then,” the professor said, dismissing class.

Minho got up and packed his things quickly, tossing his bag over one shoulder, taking long strides towards the door. Jonghyun had to scramble on his shorter legs to catch up with the taller boy who was already exiting the room before he could even properly zip his bag. Rushing, Jonghyun caught Minho in the back stairwell used by only a few students. Minho towered over him, being a few steps above Jonghyun who had jumped in from of the brunette to get his attention.

“Can we talk?” Jonghyun huffed, trying to catch his breath as he looked up into Minho’s annoyed gaze.

“What’s there to talk about?” Minho sneered, trying to walk down the stairs again, but was stopped when Jonghyun leaned against the wall with his arm, completely blocking the pathway.

“About us. About what happened. About whatever you want. I haven’t talked to you since high school.”

“I was hoping to leave it that way. If you don’t mind I would like to be going on my way. Exams are coming up and my future is far more important than your petty feelings,” Minho nearly hissed, almost instantly regretting the words coming from his own mouth.

“That was a low blow Minho. I really fucked up, but I want to start over. I really care about you,” Jonghyun plead, trying to keep Minho from completely leaving him.

“It’s too late for that.”

“Why?”

“I’m....I’m dating Kibum.”

Jonghyun blinked a few times, silently thinking about what Minho had just said before he burst out laughing.

“You...dating...Kibum?! That’s the funniest shit I’ve ever heard,” Jonghyun gasped in between laughs.

“It’s not funny,” Minho defended.

“You’re right...it’s hilarious. Good one Minho. I’ll let you go this time, but only ‘cause you are so cute,” Jonghyun chuckled, wiping a tear from his eye as Minho finally passed him, jogging the rest of the way down the stairs.

Jonghyun leaned against the railing, sighing contently to himself as he listened to the soft pitter patter of Minho’s feet walk away, happy that he got to at least talk to Minho again.

~*~*~

“We’re dating,” Minho declares, walking into Kibum’s dorm, unannounced as usual.

Kibum turns around with the most elated, yet confused look on his face. “Oh?”

“We are dating....at least around Jonghyun. If that’s okay.”

“Sure?” Kibum half questioned, still a bit confused. “What’s this about all of a sudden?”

“Jonghyun wanted to start things over, so..”

“So isn’t that a good thing?” Kibum interrupted, still confused. “I thought you wanted to get back together with that slob or something.”

“Why would I let him get to me so easily again, though? Like you said, I could do better,” Minho stated.

“Ahh, you are learning, Minnie,” Kibum cooed, pinching Minho’s cheek.

“Stop,” Minho pouted, pushing Kibum away. “But thanks, for you know, this. You only have to pretend when Jonghyun is around so it shouldn’t be so burdensome on you.”

“Alright.”

“I should probably go study now, but I’ll see you around, Kibum.”

Kibum waited for Minho to leave before rolling over on his bed sighing out in frustration. Why was this happening to him, Kibum thought to himself. If he had wanted to pretend to be Minho’s boyfriend as revenge, he would’ve suggested to do so the minute Minho said Jonghyun was back in his life. Love wasn’t a game and Kibum had a sick feeling in his stomach about messing with Jonghyun’s feelings.

~*~*~

Exams. The first round was coming up and every student of every major began feeling the burden of college on their shoulders. Students filled the library and study halls overflowing into student lounges and park benches, as they tried to cram as much of the information they were have supposed to learn thus far into their heads.

Jonghyun was among these students, hiding himself up in the local coffee shop, just off campus with a stacks of notebooks tucked under his arms and a debit card in the other. The barista called him forward, a smile plastered on her face.

“What can I get you?” she chirped, clicking some things on the register screen.

“Uh, how about a caramel latte?” Jonghyun replied, hesitantly handing her his card.

“Is that all?” she asked, despite having already taking the card.

She swiped in all the same, returning the card back to him. “Can I get your name?”

“Jonghyun.”

“Your order will be right up,” she smiled, ushering him to the drink waiting area.

Jonghyun idly waited, watching another barista pump out drinks, handing them out one by one. Finally, he called Jonghyun’s name, pushing a light brown drink across the counter. Jonghyun grabbed his cup and sipped a bit before spotting how they slaughtered his name on the cup. ‘John-hyung.’ Pouting, Jonghyun settled himself in the far corner of the cafe, spreading out his work materials.

At first, his attempt was working, revising slowly as he went through stacks of notes and lab exercises. Soon, however, Jonghyun couldn’t concentrate, from lack of sleep, boredom, or possibly both.

He decided to people watch, pushing his notes aside, sipping his drink a bit too fast as he reviewed his surroundings. There were a bunch of students scattered through the cafe, all studying or sipping away. The door swung open, a small set of bells jingling to welcome the newcomers. Jonghyun looked up and saw Kibum enter the building, followed by Minho. They were walking over to the counter, but something was off. Minho was holding Kibum’s hand. Kibum was holding Minho’s hand. They were holding hands.

Jonghyun watched as they walked to the counter and placed their order, whispering to each other occasionally as the same girl that served him swiped Kibum’s card. Jonghyun frowned, sipping his drink nearly empty in frustration watching the scene play out in front of him. The two moved over to the waiting area, Kibum tucking a strand of Minho’s hair behind his ear. Minho chuckled, hiding his face a bit from view. They collected their drinks and walked out, swinging arms a bit.

“Well, shit,” Jonghyun muttered to himself, sucking the straw so hard, he only got air in the now empty cup, making an obnoxious amount of noise, drawing attention to himself. “Why is this happening. Fucking Minho. I didn’t think he was serious. What the hell am I supposed to do now?”

Jonghyun began revising, his mind racing a million miles per hour. How could this happen? I’ve been having a great time in college, but now I have to worry about this unnecessary competition for Minho, Jonghyun thought to himself. And with Kibum? Of all people? How do I compete with Kibum? Kibum and Minho were already so close, there was no telling how long they’ve felt for each other.

Without realizing it, Jonghyun had sped read through all of his study materials already, half aware of what was going on. He started over, trying to distract himself from the scene that had just played out revising once, twice, three times before he found himself drinking another latte and revising some more. Jonghyun kept reading over the materials, over and over, until he knew the pages verbatim.

It was nighttime now. Jonghyun  had  been studying since the early afternoon and now had learned the material better than his professor probably had hoped anyone would ever learn it. His eyes were strained and his mind was still wandering over Minho’s current dating situation. With a final sigh, Jonghyun packed up and drifted towards his dorm room, feeling like he was detached from his own body.

Feelings were hard, especially when they weren’t attended to.

~*~*~

Walking down the halls idly, Minho and Kibum avoided their responsibilities, enjoying the scenery of the campus. They were having a great time, chatting and goofing around until Minho saw a certain blonde that made his stomach flop. Quickly, he laced his fingers with Kibum’s becoming instantly attached to the other’s hip. Minho pretended to be completely infatuated with Kibum, but today Kibum wasn’t playing along. His face was ghastly and his eyes were drooping.

Kibum looked up at his friend, his best friend, and sighed, trying to put on a good smile for his sake. He was becoming tired of seeing him hurt, but Kibum was also tired of hurting, himself. It was tiresome, watching after yourself and the boy you cared so fondly for, both shattering and chipping a bit each day, breaking down so there was barely any happiness left - just fake images of people they once were.

Jonghyun walked by them, a glimmer of sorrow flashing across his face as he eyed the two boys holding hands passing by him the opposite way. It had been a long first semester and with winter break almost there, Jonghyun was hoping for a bit of sanity to come back to him, leaving this place called school. It should’ve been called emotional hell - the workload, the financial debt, and the heartache were all weighing on him, tearing him down. Jonghyun was tired - tired of the lies, tired of the guilt, tired of the work, tired of nothing paying off.

All three of them passed each other, eyeing the other party like a predator eyes a prey. The boys looked as if they were about to pounce on each other, claws clashing, teeth snarling. If they had tails, they would be twitching angrily, hackles raised.

When they were far out of each others reach and around the corner, Jonghyun slumped his shoulders and dragged his feet on trying to think of other things, Minho let his hand slide out of Kibum’s, and Kibum awkwardly rubbed his neck trying not to overstep his bounds. Today was different though. As Minho’s hand started to slide out of Kibum’s, Kibum grabbed his hand firmly, not bothering to lace their fingers as he turned Minho towards him. Minho looked at him, his large eyes wide with questions. They were a nose apart. Kibum leaned in, closing the space between them, kissing Minho’s lips gently.

“Wha-?” Minho gasped pulling back. “J-Jonghyun isn’t here?!”

“But I am,” Kibum replied, staring down at the ground, rubbing circles on the back of Minho’s hand that was surprisingly still resting in his own.

“We don’t need to pretend now,” Minho chuckled, pulling his hand from Kibum’s.

“I’m not pretending, Minho. Can’t you see anything or are you as blind as everyone else?”

“I- Kibum what? Are...are you crying?”

Kibum looked up, eyes red and blurred with tears. “I can’t do this Minho. I’m sorry. I care too much to just pretend. Being friends was one thing, but you are doing to me what Jonghyun did to you and you still want him. Think about someone other than yourself for just a minute.”

Minho watched as Kibum walked away, clutching his bag tightly to his shoulder, hunching over so no one could see the tears seeping from his eyes. Now that Minho was once again ‘single’ he didn’t know what to do. Once again, life was borderline a television drama and it only seemed to be getting more and more confusing.

~*~*~

Winter break had come and gone, only two days remained before class resumed again. Students were slowly showing back up at school, ready (as much as they could be) to take on the second semester of that school year. Unfortunately for the students housed in the older buildings near the center of campus (including Minho) there was no housing to come back to. The school decided that they were going to do some much needed construction on the water pipes in the oldest dorm complex, but they had not completed it yet, thus making the complex unlivable due to no running water.

Each student got assigned a new dorm with a roommate. Minho read the small slip of paper and found luckily enough he got assigned the dorms next to the science buildings. He walked down the long winding halls until he located room 408. Turning the key and popping the door open, Minho was surprised to find another bed already set up for him in the small room. Another sat beside it completely unmade and messy. Minho chuckled to himself, placing his belongings on the neatly made bed, examining the other side of the room while his new roomate was nowhere to be found.

The walls were lined with various music posters of both male and female artists alike. The desk was scattered with textbooks varying from biology to chemistry all the way over to art and design. The closet was overflowing with nice clothes and a few pictures of a girl and an older woman lined the bedside table.

Nodding silent approval, Minho laid out on his bed, vowing to put his things away later. He took out his biology book, propping it up on his knees and began reading the small text over how cells produce energy and how many carbons are in each step of beginning stages of cellular respiration. Without much warning, however, his eyelids began to flutter shut and Minho was fast asleep within a matter of ten minutes.

The door clicked open not long after, the previous sole owner of the room wandering inside. He looked down at the boy fast asleep on the bed beside his own and sighed. It was some sort of cruel destiny always bringing them together like this wasn’t it? Jonghyun thought to himself, pulling a blanket over the lengthy limbs sprawled on the small twin size bed.

Jonghyun sat down at his desk, sorting through the mess of assignments, checking over his shoulder every once in awhile to make sure he wasn’t dreaming. The soft breaths coming from the sleeping form behind him served as a comforting background noise, allowing him to study at a steady pace, knocking out all of his assignments in only a few hours.

Stretching, Jonghyun got up and began getting comfy, ready to settle into lounging mode for the rest of the day when Minho began to stir. Jonghyun looked over expectantly at the brunette only to be disappointed when he saw a deep frown plastered on Minho’s face.

“Really?” Minho’s deep voice croaked, giving Jonghyun a once over.

“Are you really going to start already?” Jonghyun sighed.

“I wish I could just forget...”

“We could start over...like I said we could.”

“Wouldn’t that be the solution to all our problems?!” Minho spat, getting up.

“Huh?” Jonghyun asked, confused.

Minho walked out, however, leaving Jonghyun alone in his room, the dorm becoming too quiet.

~*~*~

Walking into a local diner, Minho seated himself along the long bar, propping himself on the stool and leaning on the long counter. There were a few other men and women scattered around the diner, all eating the oddly delicious yet cheap diner food or reading the paper, keeping to themselves. He signaled to the waitress to come over and take his order.

She took it down, disappearing behind the swinging kitchen doors to inform the cook back there that a new order had been placed. Minho sat there, waiting quietly to himself, fuming still on the inside. He was just about done dealing with Jonghyun, feelings so twisted and conflicted, he couldn't tell what felt right anymore. Fists balled up, he hit the counter beneath him and let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding.

“That bad, huh?” a taller man chuckled, sitting next to Minho.

“I suppose so,” Minho breathed. He continued hitting his fists on the underside of the counter as he waited until a tanned hand grabbed his own and made him stop. Minho looked up at the other man to see him smile warmly, rubbing the back of Minho’s hands with his thumbs.

“I can’t have your pretty hands hurt, now can I?” he muttered, unclamping Minho’s fingers. “That’s better isn’t it?”

Minho nodded, at a loss for words towards this kind, charming stranger. The food came out, the smell distracting Minho from the man seated next to him for a moment as he dove in for the first few bites.

“What’s got you so wound?” the stranger asked, sipping his coffee he had ordered in the time Minho had begun to chow down.

“My ex,” Minho said between bites.

“Is she bothering you again?”

“He is being the typical player he is. He is trying to get me back after he went out with me as a joke back in high school,” Minho sighed, feeling a bit uncomfortable disclosing this information with the handsome stranger.

“Are you and your ex freshmen?”

“Mhm. I just entered last semester. I’m a molecular biology major.”

“No way! I thought you were at least a junior! I’m a senior in genetics.”

“That’s actually really cool,” Minho stated, finishing off his food.

“I’m Taecyeon, by the way,” the stranger added, extending his hand.

“Minho. Nice to meet you.”

“We should get together sometime, y’know when your ex doesn’t have you wound up. You seem like a nice guy.”

With an exchange of numbers, Minho left the diner feeling full of food and full of new opportunities.

~*~*~

Kibum had done a lot of thinking over the winter break about his feelings for Minho that were never going to be returned as long as Jonghyun was alive and well. It was time to move on, Kibum had decided, making himself readily available to other prospective partners. He had called Minho up and, after an awkward conversation with the all confused Minho, he asked him to be his wingman at a local club just off campus.

“I thought you liked me or something?” Minho muttered as they walked up to the doors of the club, IDs handy.

“Shut up before I regret talking to you again,” Kibum sassed as they were allowed entrance to the club.

The outside night world and the nightclub world were completely different. Once entering the building, blaring music greeted them, drowning out their previous conversation. The dim lighting made it harder to see and the flashing lights of the dance floor made Minho’s head hurt a bit. They made their way over to the bar, flagging down the bartender for a couple of drinks.

“What can I get you?” the young woman behind the counter asked, expertly flipping her hair behind her ear.

“I’ll have a shot of tequila,” Kibum said, motioning for Minho to answer next, but Minho seemed to be elsewhere. “He’ll have a shot, too.”

Before Minho found out Kibum had ordered him a stronger drink than he had intended drinking, the bartender was back, two shot glasses in hand, taking the money willingly out of Kibum’s hand.

“Bottoms up,” Kibum said, handing Minho the shot glass, snapping him out of his daze.

Minho reluctantly took the drink, downing it all in one go with Kibum, setting the empty glass on the hard bar top. He looked back longingly at the man dancing coolly to the music and wondered what his name was.

“Whatcha looking at?” Kibum asked, batting his eyelashes at his friend.

“Nothing.....let’s get more shots,” he muttered, flagging down the bartender who had already guessed they would want more.

Two more rounds and half a beer later, Minho found himself grinding up against that cool man, dancing worse than him, but it didn’t matter. All that mattered was his body was rubbing up against his and he seemed to be enjoying himself. His voice was deep and smooth, intoxicating Minho far more than any alcoholic substance could. If Minho hadn’t known better, he would’ve thought the voice came from an angel sent down from heaven to cure him of his troubled times.

It wasn’t long before Minho was hunched over the man, hands dangling around his neck, bodies still pressed together. Minho wasn’t a big drinker and the amount of alcohol in him was making him feel dizzy, but not nauseated. He just needed to sit down or lean on this man for a minute, but the music was still pumping and the man kept dancing despite Minho leaning on his front half. He pulled Minho’s chin up, so they were looking face to face with each other. His warm eyes crinkled up into a mischievous smile before he swooped his head down and smashed their lips together in a sloppy kiss. Minho inadvertently moaned into the man’s mouth, whining slightly when he pulled back.

Minho dragged the man nonetheless to his dorm afterwards, which was empty to his complete convenience. They made out for some time, touching each other under their shirts, feeling each other’s presence. Minho felt himself wavering in and out, dozing off during parts of this intimate affair, until he completely passed out in the man’s arms.

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