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[onho8991]

Number 62 of the prompts list please! I love your work!!

Thank you! I hope this is something to smile about. c:

62. Lazy Morning Kisses Before They’ve Even Opened Their Eyes, Still Mumbling Half-Incoherently, Not Wanting To Wake Up

The snooze button of a loudly ringing alarm is gracelessly reached for and smashed again, nearly knocking the small clock from the bedside table to the floor. It wouldn’t be the first time; battle scars cover the old electronic clock. 

Lee Jinki and Choi Minho are two of the worst morning people, and one might think the mornings the two wake up together in a bed would sort of cancel it out. Not so. In fact, if anything it’s worse. 

Minho, the younger of the two and one full of the sort of daily energy one might kill for (like Jinki), is arguably the worst to rouse out of bed in the early mornings, and Jinki’s presence seems to enable it. And Jinki, older and considerably wiser (at least that’s what Minho tells Jinki) loses the sense to urge Minho and himself out of bed to make the morning routine easier. 

The discipline of mandatory military service cured neither. One of those old habits easy to slip back into from the comforts of your own home, especially being the only two living in an apartment together. 

Jinki rolls over, squinted, blurry vision finding Minho facing him from his pillow, eyes closed, but a bit of movement out of him. He’s partly conscious, but knowing Minho it’s barely. 

“Hey..” Jinki closes his eyes, body willing him into more sleep. He tries to fight it, voice dry and croaky. “Hey, hey.. get up..”

Minho doesn’t respond. Either he really has fallen back into sleep or he’s playing for extra sleeping time. The younger man is too spoiled getting to sleep in Jinki’s bed, the older thinks. They each have their own bedrooms after all, and split rent. But Minho is often in Jinki’s bed, in Jinki’s space. Expected of a couple, but Jinki finds it’s his space that gets swallowed up more than Minho’s. It’s the younger man’s clingy nature. Even now, sleeping beside Jinki, Minho wears one of Jinki’s t-shirts. Though it’s not uncommon for the two men to share clothing despite their differences in height and build. That too Jinki is envious of; Minho’s taller height and that slim build that can eat you out of house and home without a pound gained. In the end, Jinki supposes if he couldn’t have these things then at least he made Minho his.

And if nothing else, Jinki can wave his bigger dick around. That joke makes Jinki snort a groggy giggle, as if it’s his best comedic material. 

Jinki kicks at Minho’s legs, which aren’t far from his own foot being the two are tangled together. “Hey..”

Minho makes a noise, but doesn’t move. Jinki uses what will power he has not to be late to work to inch closer to Minho, noses bumping before chapped lips touch each other. 

“.. we’ll be late..” Jinki says, mouth still trying to kiss Minho awake with affection, and it appears to be working because the younger man moves, long eyelashes fluttering as big eyes try to open. 

“..five minutes.. please..”

Jinki is too tired to open his eyes, but he can’t help but smile with laughter, being spoken to in formal speech as Minho groans a request for more time. It wakes Jinki’s senses further, even if it’s an old, endearing habit he’s heard countless times out of the younger man. 

“..it’s already been..” Jinki tries to recall. He guesses, “..fifteen..”

Jinki can hear his supervisor berating him already. He doesn’t look forward to it. Really, all the more reason to stay in bed. It’s because of work requiring him to attend drinks out after the office closes that he’s home so late and sleeping off a few drinks on top of it all, and Jinki can’t turn down a good drink even if he wants to. He’s weak for the sauce. At work they haven’t even finished the latest project and are already having nights out. 

Minho mumbles something Jinki doesn’t pick up. 

Jinki opens his eyes, vision slightly clearer, finding a cute fella beside him, much like every morning. “Hm?" 

”..kiss again..“ Minho repeats, and a smile curls the corners of his mouth even with eyes closed. 

Jinki wakes enough to shove at Minho, until the younger rolls into the wall behind him, the bed being of small space and for two a crowd. 

Minho whines laughter, sleepy eyes opening. Jinki sits up, head not appreciative but the toll of life calls every man. 

"You need to sleep in your own room,” Jinki says as he leaves his bedroom for the bathroom down the hallway. He knows how to hit back harder when Minho thinks he’s got one dangling over the older man’s head. 

“No…!” Minho’s protest carries down the hall after Jinki. 

Jinki rubs eyes in need of his contact lenses, teeth bite into a smile, and clumsy feet catch in the hem of pj bottoms (and nearly face meeting wall) making his staggering way to get ready for the day and already running behind schedule. And once Jinki is done in the bathroom, Minho’s bound to have fallen asleep again and will scramble to get ready and out the door, and later in the day he’ll be sure to text Jinki about having a dinner ready for him, be it take out or an attempt at homemade (and probably disappointed if Jinki has to be out late again) and after that, when Jinki is most exhausted, Minho will hold Jinki’s head in his lap and soothingly run fingers through hair, praising Jinki’s efforts at making it through another long day. 

Jinki wears his morning smile proudly because he can’t think of it being any other way. He’s truly blessed. 

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@swethagopal

74 from the list if that's okay 🙂 p.s. I have read all your fics and you have such an amazing way with words ♥️

Thank you. ;; I'm flattered. That means a lot to me. Now I'm more sorry this piece came out messy haha. 

74. Kisses Where One Person Is Sitting In The Other’s Lap 

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"Ah!" Jinki gasps with laughter, "You're heavy!" 

Lee Jinki has been minding his own business, or rather he has been hyper-focused to the gaming on his cellphone that his surroundings slipped away, slouched on a couch, glasses lopsided and thumbs a mile a minute across his screen. He just beat the next level, so he allows the intrusive weight. Otherwise, he might actually have been pissed. 

Hovering above Jinki is Choi Minho, both arms on either side of Jinki, pinned in as his lap is now full of another person. Minho's grip slips along the back of the couch, giving a stirn look downward, but Jinki sees through it to the sulking nature it truly is. 

"Did you hear me?" 

"Yes.." Jinki tries to lie, but his curled lips and crinkled nose give him away. Peering over his glasses, Jinki feels a little sheepish. In moments like these though Jinki is reminded most that Minho is his junior and lacking maturity in less visible ways. Has Jinki given him a bad impression the whole time as his senior? He's simply tried to be himself, as awkward as that might end up at times. 

"We're alone you know." Minho nods his head in the direction of the empty space of the room. "Don't you want to do.. something.. with me?"

The space is now free of those the two were with before, those mostly around to see Minho and chat while Jinki tossed a comment or joke in their direction now and then, but Jinki has been wrapped up in his own business he hadn't considered it. 

The two aren't a couple, not lovers, not that sort of thing. Late night drinks and a cramped sharing space to sleep it all off lead one thing to another, and it's a long story, but Jinki's been a bit slow on the uptake to grasp that Minho really is interesting in him. He's puzzled by it. Minho really is still pursuing him. At some point Jinki was sure all the long glances and lingering touches would be filed away as a mistake to never be mentioned between the two ever again. 

Jinki turns his head away, phone dropped beside him, really considering the situation he's in. Then he looks back up at Minho, his hands touching Minho's thighs, and running along the rough fabric of his pants until they cup a sweet ass. He wouldn't mind so much seeing it bear again. 

Minho's large eyes widen at the firm squeeze his cheeks get, jolting forward into Jinki. It's a bold move, and pretty suggestive. 

"Well?" Jinki challenges, a playful grin widening; he knows how to push the younger man's buttons too. He's that easy to read if you actually observe him. 

When Jinki's hands squeeze Minho's backside once again, he's suddenly met with a smashing, sloppy, yet clear signals of yearning, kiss to the mouth. Jinki's crooked glasses are lopsided the opposite way, back of his head held by one, then the other, of Minho's hands, head kept in place as the two share in deepening kisses, mouths opening wider, tongues traveling further, and bumping noses confused into the equation. If he had a moment to think straight Jinki would be surprised he's keeping up against the fiery passion thrust down on him. And Jinki can't help but kneed Minho's ass through it all. It makes Minho's voice cuter and makes him less embarrassed of the sounds he makes himself, caught up in it all.

Minho might be heavy in Jinki's lap, but it's a weight that grows comforting by the day and Jinki doesn’t know how he will cope if it continues and acquaintances to sort-of-friends flips into lovers.

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Currently I will be taking some prompts off this list for short drabbles, maybe spread a little joy during this difficult time

eta/ if you want to see something particular with the prompt you can tack that on, but likely I will only work in strictly au settings

[onho8991]

>why onho continued living together for another 5 year

[0nho]

a special place in minho’s heart (insp) 

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[onho8991]

a couple of times onho called each other

Jinki: Minhoya~

Minho: I love you~

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Minho: Lee Jinki!!

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- onho -

minho and jinki are drunk and in minho’s mind this scenario went differently 

onew/minho // pg // domestic fluff~ // 1.7k

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[onho8991]

- onho -

minho and jinki are drunk and in minho's mind this scenario went differently 

onew/minho // pg // domestic fluff~ // 1.7k

Choi Minho is flummoxed. He's been so outdone, his competitive nature is eclipsed, he really does have to stare agape instead of being upset. Did he drink too much? No, surely the man beside him holding out a ring that looks grabbed out of a game dispenser is the drunk one. Minho poured him too many glasses, wanting him to, of course, have a good time because the dinner was on Minho, as was the idea to take a walk near the river afterwards. 

"I think we should get married.." Lee Jinki repeats. The ring is held out between the two, both sitting at a bench beneath streetlights, barely bothered by a few passersby also drawn to a night stroll along the river just outside the large city.  

"We've been together for five years.." from behind glasses Jinki squint at the sky, thinking, "..seven.. years? -- a long time," he a flashes a big, dopey grin. 

Minho doesn't know how to respond. It's not that he hasn't thought of ways to spend the rest of his life with Jinki; one of them being marriage and even briefly discussed between them but always seemingly a fantasy considering social limitations. That didn't stop them from moving into an apartment together two years ago. While they both have separate bedrooms, when it's just the two of them they often end up in each other's beds sleeping cozily side by side, because sharing a bed has become natural. 

But this now, in Minho's mind, it has always been himself that proposes. The foolhardy romantic of the two, in some extravagant event after weeks of the perfect planning, with an unforgettably romantic experience and no way Minho could be turned down in the end. Minho had never considered Jinki would beat him to the punch. Jinki would be lying if he tells anyone he's not a competitive person himself, but thinking in terms of competition in this regard is half of why Minho is so stumped. It's not a match. Neither has to make it to first place. There is no grand strategy Minho has to win. He's befuddled. 

So Minho's first words, his reply, is "But it's not legal yet," voice a thicker slurring lisp than usual. He is drunk, among other things. 

"What was that?" 

Minho repeats himself, pronouncing his words more precise. 

Jinki blinks. His head falls back with belly laughter.

Minho's been busy of late; the one often out of country on international flights as a flight attendant, while Jinki's work keeps him long hours behind an office desk. A dinner was supposed to be a means of trying to make up for Minho's absence lately on a new schedule after promotion to an international airlines. Though It's not really Jinki who blows up Minho's phone prying for reassurances they're doing the right thing, the risks are worth it because they love each other that much, it's always been Minho against an unchanging Jinki comfortably set in his ways. Could Minho really have missed recent political events around him? Jinki is the forgetful one, not Minho. 

"Not here. We could go overseas, you know. It's legal in other places."

Of course Minho has considered that, surely, probably. "You know you are drunk, right?" 

"So are you," Jinki retorts in polite manners, catching Minho in formal speech while addressing the older man like he does while drunk. 

"I am not," Minho knows better but defends himself nonetheless, like their usual, comfortable shtick. His brows furrow with a slight frown. He feels more defensive than usual, and it's not because of the alcohol intake for himself, moreover a thought creeping that Jinki is too drunk to comprehend what he's asking and would feel pressured to live up to it after sobering up. Minho wouldn't be able to live with himself if he tried to pressure Jinki into something so significant; it would mean family and extended acquaintances would know the true nature of their relationship in a society not very accepting yet, and facing that some might cut them off in hurtful ways they have discussed before. 

But if Jinki didn't mean it, Minho doesn't know what he would do with himself. It would hurt more than he would want to consciously acknowledge. He has matured in the last few years, discovering himself in more ways than just the realization he is attracted to men, and more startling he is only attracted to men. Minho found he uses his outgoing personality to mask his weaknesses, like the fact that he is more sensitive a person than he lets on.  

But Jinki knows that. Jinki had uncovered it before Minho had faced it himself personally because Minho is a stubborn soul. If Jinki doesn't really mean what he's saying right now, how could Minho ever be able to propose himself after that. He tries to give Jinki room to back out still, say it's all just a gag, before it's too late. Self-preservation. 

"..that's a toy.." Minho points at the ring. The young man is in fact Minho's senior, but here he is, a fake ring with an anything-but-romantic proposal like one of his common jokes. Or slightly less common: teasing specifically of Minho. 

"Oh shoot!" Jinki sits upright, expression suddenly distressed. "It is?" 

It fools Minho for a moment, chest clenched with concern, then he understands the joke being had. He cracks a small grin, able to be swayed by Jinki's charm. Since the day they met when they were both younger and more foolish, Minho has been captivated by it. Minho could almost worship it, and by then he knew he had fallen truly head-over-heels for someone. 

"..you finally smiled," Jinki says, drunken eyes crinkled with delight behind his round glasses. "I love how you smile, I love the way you talk and laugh," he takes a deep breath, continuing. "..I love how your confidence gives me my own. I love how you make me feel like the only person on earth. You became my friend, you have always been so nice. If it weren't for you, I don't know what I would be. That's why.." Jinki's rambling trails off, his body tensed up as his head drops, like more spilled out than intended because of holding back something for too long. 

Minho stares, dumbstruck as he absorbs what has been said to him. Jinki isn't one to express himself in this way often. Usually drunk when he does. He certainly must be drunk. Nonetheless, butterflies overtake Minho, leaving him unable to interject at this point. He really hopes Jinki knows what he's doing here. The point of no return is upon him. 

"I swear I'm not really that drunk." Jinki looks up with a clearer gaze and smile absent as he speaks with a serious, yet slightly timid voice. "I know what I'm doing. I'm just.. not good at this stuff, like you," he sighs, ".. but you know me better than anyone, right?"

The two have found they do make up for each others shortcomings. 

Minho hides a bit of a laugh, but it's a sobering shot through the heart finding Jinki really is being sincere, that this is him really trying and not some cruel joke at Minho's expense or a half-hazzard plan. Jinki likes jokes, uses it to disguise some awkward nature in himself, but he isn't stupid. He's more thoughtful than he's given credit for by his peers. It's almost as if a privilege Minho knows that side of Jinki. 

"I didn't expect you to beat me to this," Minho gestures. "I had it planned out differently." The years of friendship to lovers, it all leading to such an important moment hasn't been like the movies. Though nothing about Minho's romantic life is what one would see in the cinema, so why did he spend so much time thinking it would be in the end? "And there were lots of flowers and.. a real ring."

Jinki looks around, spotting a shrub of flowers among a patch of landscaping, then brows arch as he whips his head back around to face Minho, like a jolt of shock struck him. "You've really been thinking about us like that?"

"I have," Minho's glazed eyes from drink mismatch his confident posture, "but more romantically."

It falls quite between the two, but a simple look leaves both able to read each other, even when flushed with dizzying alcohol. Jinki doesn't have to ask again, because the answer to his proposal is obvious now. But the older fumbles in some grass near the bench, a fist full of flowers, possibly weeds, yanked up before making his way to one knee in front of Minho's wide-eyed stare. Still in a state of disbelief and butterflies, Minho is unable to look anywhere but down at Jinki, the overhead light catching his glasses, that cute big grin on his face, this man holding out a ring and flowers towards him. 

"Marry me, bitch."

Minho slumps in a fit of goofy laughter and squeaking giggles, and he offers his hand as Jinki takes it to slide the ill-fitting ring on a pinky. Minho laughs even more, wearing some child's ring no less. Jinki also caught up in the laughter mumbles about ring band measurements, how he couldn't even fit it on his own stubby pinky. 

"Let's get married." Minho kisses the top of Jinki's head, lingering a moment in that familiar scent he can't get enough of, then pulls the man's comforting warmth into an adoring embrace. 

Minho already knew who he wanted to spend the rest of his days with some time ago, as if it just dawned on him in one single day back then, leaving him in that similar daze to the time he realized he was actually in love with someone. He might have been beaten to the punch in this instance, but that only reaffirms he's made the right choice in life; they're compatible. He wants to be with this perfectly imperfect man. 

No doubt as long as they have each other and are doing this together, they will be capable of doing anything and everything. 

The risk is worth the reward, or better put: Minho doesn't think about anyone around them while they're beneath dim streetlights. He presses a kiss to Jinki's smiling lips, surprising the older with a bold display of public affection. 

It doesn't matter if anyone is watching. 

"I love you."

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Do you have more from your onho wercat au?

I think I do, but probably only a few hundred words of that au got off the ground and the rest were notes. I'm not sure I even got to the meeting of Jonghyun the runaway from the other side of the river where the wolf enemy live. :(

I could try to dig it out of my docs and post whatever it was I wrote of it.

I do remember Jinki just wanted to sleep and eat and have no responsibilities, like most felines. lol

[onho8991]

Love you and your onho fics.

thank you, anon! :) that means more than you know.

I'll get something posted here soon, like a finished piece instead of snippets of wips. like in the next few weeks depending on what I settle on.

I'm thinking probably something fluffy.

[onho8991]

remember how some say “they ship themselves”..

really y'all…??

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The sound of the elevator climbing and doors parting are a relief. No one has lined up behind him to join. He nearly jumps into the elevator, embraces the rails and waits gracelessly for the doors to shut in sweet, lone peace. The sliding noise suddenly stops though.

Jinki looks over his shoulder to find not just any neighbor prying the doors so they automatically slide back open; it’s him, that neighbor. Choi Minho. He would trade for the elderly woman and her mean, little yappy dog right now.

“Hyung!” Minho greets Jinki with familiarity, a voice deep enough it almost seems too unlikely to be the one on the other side of that shared wall. It’s bizarre, the informality, considering the younger man really knows very little about Jinki. He’s a very friendly fellow, especially those big eyes light up when he finds he’s addressing a senior and gages how formal he should speak. Minho has gotten fairly informal with Jinki. Jinki doesn’t remember when it happened.

“Going down?” Minho asks, doors closing, fingers pressing the buttons Jinki already did. He grins, finding himself humorous asking an obvious question.

“Yep..” Jinki keeps it short, a smile worn as be fixes his crooked glasses.

“A short day?” he comments on Jinki’s casual attire, because a hoodie and cargo shorts with rain boots are not office wear. “Got some fun plans?”

“Nah, just grabbing some drinks at the corner store.”

“Drinking alone again?” Minho’s brows furrow with empathy. Jinki hates that Minho knows he drinks alone. Jinki does it because he wants to. Minho looks at drinking as best done socially, the type that likes being at gatherings after work or events. Probably enjoys pouring drinks for all the seniors above him. Minho disagrees with Jinki.

Jinki adjusts glasses beneath his crooked cap, averting his gaze to the wall. “Midweek is the best time to get blackout drunk.”

“Is it?”

Minho is too much of a social, busy bee to understand Jinki’s point of view. This type of exchange happens often enough Jinki has found Minho has a stubborn personality; the two relate on that much, but in far different ways.

“Oh yeah,” Jinki teases with a slight grin, “..you’ll understand when you get to be my age.”

That makes Minho laugh; mumble a comment under his breath they’re not that far apart in age. A smile, big eyes crinkled but the sparkle still visible beneath peculiar long lashed. Jinki’s chest clinches and heart drops to his balls. He wants to make Minho laugh more; that sincere laughter charming. Jinki shakes the thought again. He’s simply a neighbor. Certainly not Jinki’s type, especially not in a man, or any such thing as that.

Minho looks Jinki up and down, bottom lip bitten as the laughter settles in the back of his throat. Jinki is aware, and so is his dick.

“..my offer still stands. I’ll buy you a drink. Who wants to drink alone?” Minho’s smile widens, head slightly tilting, endearing.

“Me.”

the elevator jolts to a stop, doors quickly sliding open. Jinki walks passed Minho’s flabbergasted expression.

“Hyung!” Minho shouts from the elevator, deep voice nearly cracking through his defeated call.

Jinki raises a fist of acknowledgement, but says not a word or gives a second glance as he exits the building, making the walk down to the corner store, breeze up his shorts settling his loins. Minho brings out a rousing competitiveness in Jinki to counter the younger’s own strong sense of it. Competitiveness means energy though and that’s a no go as far as Jinki’s concerned.

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The sound of the elevator climbing and doors parting are a relief. No one has lined up behind him to join. He nearly jumps into the elevator, embraces the rails and waits gracelessly for the doors to shut in sweet, lone peace. The sliding noise suddenly stops though.

Jinki looks over his shoulder to find not just any neighbor prying the doors so they automatically slide back open; it's him, that neighbor. Choi Minho. He would trade for the elderly woman and her mean, little yappy dog right now.

“Hyung!” Minho greets Jinki with familiarity, a voice deep enough it almost seems too unlikely to be the one on the other side of that shared wall. It's bizarre, the informality, considering the younger man really knows very little about Jinki. He's a very friendly fellow, especially those big eyes light up when he finds he's addressing a senior and gages how formal he should speak. Minho has gotten fairly informal with Jinki. Jinki doesn't remember when it happened.

“Going down?” Minho asks, doors closing, fingers pressing the buttons Jinki already did. He grins, finding himself humorous asking an obvious question.

“Yep..” Jinki keeps it short, a smile worn as be fixes his crooked glasses.

“A short day?” he comments on Jinki's casual attire, because a hoodie and cargo shorts with rain boots are not office wear. “Got some fun plans?”

“Nah, just grabbing some drinks at the corner store.”

“Drinking alone again?” Minho's brows furrow with empathy. Jinki hates that Minho knows he drinks alone. Jinki does it because he wants to. Minho looks at drinking as best done socially, the type that likes being at gatherings after work or events. Probably enjoys pouring drinks for all the seniors above him. Minho disagrees with Jinki.

Jinki adjusts glasses beneath his crooked cap, averting his gaze to the wall. “Midweek is the best time to get blackout drunk.”

“Is it?”

Minho is too much of a social, busy bee to understand Jinki's point of view. This type of exchange happens often enough Jinki has found Minho has a stubborn personality; the two relate on that much, but in far different ways.

“Oh yeah,” Jinki teases with a slight grin, “..you'll understand when you get to be my age.”

That makes Minho laugh; mumble a comment under his breath they're not that far apart in age. A smile, big eyes crinkled but the sparkle still visible beneath peculiar long lashed. Jinki's chest clinches and heart drops to his balls. He wants to make Minho laugh more; that sincere laughter charming. Jinki shakes the thought again. He's simply a neighbor. Certainly not Jinki's type, especially not in a man, or any such thing as that.

Minho looks Jinki up and down, bottom lip bitten as the laughter settles in the back of his throat. Jinki is aware, and so is his dick.

“..my offer still stands. I'll buy you a drink. Who wants to drink alone?” Minho's smile widens, head slightly tilting, endearing.

“Me.”

the elevator jolts to a stop, doors quickly sliding open. Jinki walks passed Minho's flabbergasted expression.

“Hyung!” Minho shouts from the elevator, deep voice nearly cracking through his defeated call.

Jinki raises a fist of acknowledgement, but says not a word or gives a second glance as he exits the building, making the walk down to the corner store, breeze up his shorts settling his loins. Minho brings out a rousing competitiveness in Jinki to counter the younger's own strong sense of it. Competitiveness means energy though and that's a no go as far as Jinki's concerned.

[0nho]

[0nho]

Hey, could you possibly do 16 for the prompt thing? I would’ve asked sooner I just wasn’t sure if you actually wanted some asks! Thank you!!

a/n: based within an au not yet posted here.

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“No. Don’t you dare shut me out,” Lee Jinki tries to stand firm, not entirely the best at it, but something must be done, and he can pull out being a senior now.

Choi Minho, a fellow university student, takes a step back, the scowl worn just moments before fallen away, to something of almost indifference, which on Jinki’s younger friend is unsettling. Minho reaches behind both his ears, and inside, disconnecting his paired hearing aids and tossing them across a rug beneath their feet.

Jinki’s voice will now be nothing but a faint, muffled annoyance, at best, to his legally deaf friend.

Jinki’s eyes follow the discarded aid. He is slow to react, but a frown replaces his dumbfounded stare.

“Look. I’m sorry,” Jinki says, as Minho once watching him begins glancing away, “I know you can read my lips… Minho!”

Jinki tries to sign simply ‘I’m sorry,’ and that darkens the younger man’s expression, soon shoving Jinki back towards the entrance of his home.

“Go.. go..” Minho urges, deep voice rising, “..go..”

Jinki looks up at the taller, pleading, “I don’t know what you want me to say!”

Being told by Minho he wants commitment instead of whatever their situation is, fooling around some may say, has Jinki not able to simply say yes. He didn’t expect it to hurt the younger as much as it apparently has and to be ignored in public. Coming to Minho’s home wasn’t the best move.

Minho’s mother enters the hallway with a weary look, “Is everything okay?”

To Jinki’s surprised look over the younger’s shoulder, Minho turns, finding his mother asking again. He signs with a motion to his ear that he doesn’t have his hearing aids in right now but everything is fine.

When she is watching intently beyond her son, Minho turns back to find Jinki and shoes gone, but his jacket still hanging on the rack near the door. Arms crossed, Minho stares at the entryway, slowly backing up, the five stages of grief practically playing across his expressive face, before he’s throwing his hands up and rushing to pry shoes on, tossing his own heavy coat around a slim body and hurrying out the door with Jinki’s jacket.

[0nho]

Maybe you like to do “I won’t let you.”?! ^.^

“I won’t let you–!” Minho is cuts off by a bullet nearly grazing his head gear. The atmosphere is nothing but utter chaos, and no amount of training and stories could really prepare the young men living it.

Showers of bullets rain down, bursts of shrapnel fly by every deafening explosion, unidentified bodies line the ground. It’s hard to tell whose side they come from anymore. It doesn’t matter.

What matters most to Choi Minho right now is his senior Lee Jinki; the befriended young man also serving conscription at the same time as Minho, both sure they will walk out of their service, like all the men before them, and go home to see their families and continue the newfound relationship.

The two nearly made it through the first year, before the North attacked the South and all able bodied troops were in need. As long as you know how to hold a gun and fire, you were good enough. The two were deployed across the border along with many others, landing who knows where besides being behind enemy lines.

Jinki is dragged by the back of his uniform vest across mud and pavement, whimpering as he clutches a gunshot wound to his thigh with gloved hands.

Ears still ringing, another hail of bullets pick up dirt just at Minho’s booted heels, freezing him stiff.

“Go!” Jinki urges again, twisting, trying to free himself from Minho’s grip. He picks up the military rifle still strapped around his shoulders, aiming towards the direction of fellow South soldiers firing on the enemy. “Go! I’ll be fine!”

Dust flutters as a bullet lands in the ground between Jinki’s spread legs. The young man let’s out a yelp.

Minho begins using both hands to pull on Jinki, his and the older’s military gear an extra weight his slender muscles strain against.

“I won’t let you die!” Minho shouts, as bullets zip by and another loud explosion shakes the ground. Minho, backing up in his dragging of the other leads him to trip over the body of a fellow South soldier, startling him. Death surrounds them all.

Jinki looks up, helmet obscuring his dirty face, but wet eyes are caught blinking. Fear stares back.

Jinki’s scream and sudden rapid fire alarms Minho into dropping Jinki and picking up the rifle hanging from his own shoulders, aiming it with wide eyes. A body, in the North’s signature solid green, collapses feet away before Minho can get off a shot. The immediate perimeter is otherwise clear–for now.

Jinki grunts, but the whimpering whine isn’t concealed. Minho understands; neither thought a day would come they would have to kill another human being, even during the gun training, it never really registered. But now they’ve had to draw their weapons on the enemy, not only to save their own lives but to protect their fellow men. There isn’t any time to reflect on it, and psychologically, maybe that is for the better.

Minho puts the adrenaline rush to good use, taking up Jinki again to find safety.

It seems by miracle Minho manages to find them cover behind the walls of a battered building without either being hit. Jinki is propped up against a wall, gasps heavy and loud beyond the noise of engagement just outside. He tries to bring his leg up, but the hurt causes him to lurch with a pained shout. Hands held out in front of him, gloves wet with blood, he finds himself trembling uncontrollably.

Minho falls beside Jinki, helmet shoved back, large round eyes finding the severity of Jinki’s wound. His pants are soaked in red.

“It’s okay.. this will be okay..” Minho breathes heavy, subconsciously trying to sooth Jinki as well as himself.

Jinki chokes on a laugh, an actual smile curling his lips, small eyes creased. “You have a positive spin for everything..”

Jinki isn’t smiling once Minho tries to apply pressure to his wound to slow the bleeding. Jinki cringes loudly, causing Minho to ease up in fright a moment.

“Is it true?” Jinki coughs and hissing through gritted teeth, “.. were you really going to pursue me for a date once we were free?”

Minho laughs, a crazed, twisted one, as he looks up, pressure still applied to Jinki’s thigh. “It was only a joke if you weren’t going to accept.”

“You know I ain’t queer,” Jinki shakes his head, trying to fix his lopsided helmet, laughter painful. “I was going to say no the first time you asked.”

“First time?”

“I didn’t expect you would give up easily..”

Minho snorts, an adoring glance shot at Jinki. “You’ll still have the chance to turn me down.”

That has Jinki shaking with laughter and a half-smile spreads across Minho’s small face. The two do make a good team, even if a little off kilter.

“I think,” Jinki huffs a deep breath, “..I would actually like that chance…”

Minho’s heart thumps with a deep ache, wanting so much to make Jinki happy, to thank the older man properly for the things he’s done for him, but knowing truly their odds of getting home are slim.

Jinki’s grimace of a smile finds Minho’s brightened eyes, a flicker of sudden hope communicated between the two. But as Jinki’s face pales suddenly, Minho turns around to find what has spooked him so terribly.

Approaching are green uniforms with guns aimed down at the two young men. The North soldiers have found them.