[thewalllisonfire]

I really love all your onho writings!💯💯 They all felt real especially im such an onho trash

Omg this is such a late reply but thank you so much!!!

[thewalllisonfire]

silver

minho/onew

G

30 day drabble challenge

{ beginning. accusation. restless. snowflake. haze. flame. formal. companion. move. silver. prepared. knowledge. denial. wind. order. thanks. look. summer. transformation. tremble. sunset. mad. thousand. outside. winter. diamond. letters. promise. simple. future. }

“You know,” Jinki murmurs, running his hands through Minho’s dark hair. “I miss the blonde.”

“You do?”

“Yeah,” Jinki smiles, “It suited you.”

Keep reading

[thewalllisonfire]

Oh my God guys it actually happened

[thewalllisonfire]

I don't know if you're still doing these, but 22 minkey and 11 onho! Hope I didn't get here too late, thanks for all the great work, I love this blog!

**ahaha so I kind of went crazy with onho I don’t know what happened, I hope these are okay! And thank you so much for the love <3

11. a violent kiss, onho

Tension is a fascinating, fascinating thing.

This inexplicable want, need, to feel, to cease the slow burn beneath skin is maddening.

He feels it every time he watches him perform.

It’s frustrating, painful, to see the grueling regimen they put him on just to get him near-perfect, if that were even possible. And every time, it’s frustrating, painful, to get to see it all and so up close and not even be able to touch, even once, because Minho is so, so straight.

But today, he decides rather quickly and rather stupidly, he won’t be, because Jinki (Jinki’s dick, and of course, his heart) says so.

It happens right after he performs, in his dressing room, to make it even more cliche.

Minho walks off stage, shirtless and glistening with sweat, heading towards the dressing room, bowing and thanking the crew as he makes his way through. Jinki watches, eyes piercing through the crowd, his skin practically on fire. He follows Minho with quick, sure steps as he walks through the door, sealing it shut.

Minho turns around curiously, a towel hanging over his neck, smiling cordially at him, completely, utterly oblivious. “Oh hey hyung–”

Jinki lunges, lunges, at him, fingers slipping over his cheeks, lips brushing over Minho’s mouth as he presses him against the dressing room wall, barely swallowing Minho’s quip of surprise as he does.

Before reality slaps him in the fucking face, dawning on him on quite literally at the worst, possible moment. His fingers loosen, lips removing from Minho’s with a small pop, opening his eyes slowly, terrified of what’s to come. He breathes heavily, looks at Minho’s wide eyes and stammers out a helpless apology. “I-I’m sorry, so-so sorry, I-I wasn’t,” he removes his hands from Minho’s cheeks, suddenly aware of their placement, “I’m not–I’m not thinking–”

He’s cut off by the sudden crash of lips against his own, following their movement eagerly. He feels hands running through his hair, keeping in him place, and Jinki can only oblige, tilting his head to deepen the kiss even more. It’s thrilling, electrifying, more than he’d ever imagined. He runs his hands over the curves and edges of his stomach, relishing in every gasp Minho presses into his mouth as he does.

Minho breaks for a second, pressing their foreheads together, chest heaving. “I want to talk about this, I really,” he nips at the bottom of Jinki’s lips, Jinki whimpering in response, “really want to,”  he slots his lips against Jinki’s once more, tongue entangling with his own. “But right now,” he breathes, “I just want you. Is that okay?”

Jinki nods, eyes shining. He presses his lips against Minho’s softly. “That’s more than okay.”

22. more than one kiss, minkey

“Hey,” Minho whispers in his ear, nuzzling against the nape of Kibum’s neck. It makes him shiver, melt almost embarrassingly so, but never, never would he give him that sort of satisfaction.

He elbows him in the ribs.

Never.

“Ow,” Minho grumbles, rubbing gingerly at his side as Kibum saunters off, regrettably wishing he’d just given him what he (both of them) wanted but, whatever. He won, he thinks.

“Kibum,” the other groans, following him out of the kitchen.

“No.”

“No what? What is it?”

“Not here, the others--”

“--are out.” Minho finishes, wrangling a grumbling Kibum into his arms. “So,” he continues, lifting Kibum’s downturn chin till his eyes meet Minho’s. “We’re alone,” he whispers warmly, eyes filled with an indescribable happiness Kibum refuses to believe.

It’s hard not to smile, even a little.

“You cracked,” Minho notes, smile widening even more before snatching a kiss from Kibum’s lips. It’s delightfully lingering, makes his lips tingle with growing satisfaction as reaches for another.

And another.

And another.

[thewalllisonfire]

I've definitely read paraprosexia multiple times. You're a fabulous, fabulous author. The imagery and wording you use makes you want to read very slowly to catch everything, which contrasts with wanting to speed up to find out what happens next. Just thought you should know, and I definitely follow your blog. :) And I guess for your kiss prompt, I literally would love your Onho with any number! But maybe 4 or 6? Since I apparently enjoy pain. Dx Or 21 for less self-imposed angst.... ^^

**Ahaha I did them all, also I’m so rusty I’m sorry:

4. a kiss given to the wrong person

He liked it.

The way she felt in his hands, soft, delicate, different. Different from what he’s used to.

“Here,” Minho shoves the box into Jinki’s hands, careful to avoid grazing them with his own. “I think that’s the last of it.” There’s an emptiness in his eyes he’s never seen before.

But more than anything it was her lips, the way she moved against his own, so enticing, addictive–

Jinki pauses, lingering more than he should be. He should apologize. He needs to apologize–

“Minho–”

“Don’t,” he mutters, voice chipping at the edges.

It’s impossible. He can feel the way his insides churn with disgust as he tries to get the words out of it his mouth. He just, he just doesn’t–

Regret it.

6. a kiss that was regretted

“Oh come on,” he whispers in his ear, breath hot against his skin. He grabs at his hands, slips them under his shirt, moaning softly. “You want this.”

No, no he doesn’t– he breathes, closing eyes–

He whimpers against him, lips dragging across his neck. “You want this.”

No, no he doesn’t– he bites back a moan, teeth digging into his skin– but-but it’s been so long–

“Kiss me,” he breathes, hips grinding slow against his own.

Too long.

“Fuck,” he curses, crashing his lips against the other’s, fingers grabbing hungrily for the feel of another’s skin against his own–

“Minho?” He doesn’t hear it the first time, too consumed by the everything this man wants to give him, fuck, everything, oh my god–

“Minho.” That voice.

“M-Minho.” That voice needs to fucking shut up–

He pulls away, glances towards its direction, snapping angrily, “What?”

The air stills, almost eerie, unforgettable– as his world falls apart in front of him. He stops, eyes wide, dropping his hands immediately. “J-Jinki,” he stammers, fingers digging into his palms.

“I knew it.” He sees it in Jinki’s eyes.

“Why didn’t you just end it?” His very step, painstakingly slow, lingering–

“You could have just said it, that’s all you needed to do.”

–watching as Jinki slowly removes him from his life.

He made it look so easy.

21. a kiss on the back

“Ah,” Jinki gasps in quiet surprise.

Minho raises off his elbows, resting his chin on his shoulder. “Did I hurt you?” he breathes, warm against Jinki’s cheek.

“N-no,” Jinki stammers, Minho’s fingers idly tracing over the knobs in his spine. “It just–surprised me.”

“I’m sorry,” Minho breathes once more, an aphrodisiac Jinki was slowly getting addicted to. “I couldn’t help myself.” He can hear the smile between his lips, as he presses them to the base of his spine once more.

“Mmm,” Jinki moans softly, pressing his face deeper into the pillow.

“I think I finally found it.”

“Found what?”

“Your soft spot,” he smirks, pressing his lips against him once more.

[asdiasjdhsorry]

Askfic Kiss Meme

So, I couldn’t find one of these that suited my tastes, so I made my own. Designed for fic, certainly good for RPing as well, maybe you could re-use it for art but idk, some of these would make very weird art prompts. Drop a pairing and a number in my ask, you know the drill!

1. First kiss 2. Last kiss 3. A goodbye kiss 4. A kiss given to the wrong person 5. A kiss that was never given 6. A kiss that was regretted 7. An underwater kiss 8. A “Spin the bottle” kiss 9. A steamy kiss 10. A shy kiss 11. A violent kiss 12. A playful kiss 13. A platonic kiss 14. A kiss to make up 15. A supernatural kiss 16. A kiss on the hands 17. A kiss on the cheek 18. A kiss on the forehead 19. A kiss on the nose 20. A kiss on the neck 21. A kiss on the back 22. More than one kiss

[thewalllisonfire]

I need to jump-start my writing again so please help me do so by choosing what you want to read, if anyone is still following this blog lol. 

[thewalllisonfire]

Oh, and 15 too! Please! Thank you!!

This may not even come to fruition, but here it is, an onho wip:

“I like him more than I thought I ever would.”

Kibum pauses, lets the words sink in as Jinki takes another sip, the hot coffee burning too-hot down his throat. He inhales at the sensation, tries to hide the way his tongue feels numb.

“And when was that ever a bad thing?”

I didn’t say it was a bad thing. You’re misinterpreting.

Jinki closes his eyes, ignores the way his throat constricts, the way his heart pounds loudly beneath his chest. He places a hand over it, tries to calm the turmoil raging within but nothing ever does anymore, nothing except–

It’s an effort to pull himself out of bed.

[thewalllisonfire]

14,2.Love your writings!

*I am so, so horribly delayed on this and I am terribly sorry about that! School was, quite frankly, a bitch.

14. Okay, favorite shipping fic is hands-down paraprosexia, it’s everything I thought it would be and nothing I ever expected myself to do. I am beyond proud of it. It’s a fairly wholesome fic and I wrote every special moment I wanted them to have exactly how I wanted it, which honestly never happens. Favorite gen fic, well, to be honest I don’t have a lot of those, so I don’t really have an answer for that haha.

2. From my drabble, outside:

“I don’t know what I would do.”

Minho raises his head, eyebrows meshed together in quiet surprise.

“And I’ve thought about this,” Jinki continues, Minho turning around to face him. The smile across his lips comes off more bitter than happy. “Because I think that’s what your brain likes to do? To put you in these slightly terrifying situations just to–I don’t know, keep you aware of these terrible possibilities and remind you that life isn’t always as great as you think it is?”

Minho doesn’t reply, watching Jinki with silent curiosity. A slight frown falls across his mouth.

“But every time it does,” Jinki says, eyes cast down. “It’s like my brain short-circuits or something. I just can’t even imagine that happening, I don’t want to. I don’t want to figure out a way to cope when it isn’t even real.”

[renaroo]

Fanfic Day Meme

I thought along with Fanfic Rec Day it’d be a good idea to start up an ask meme for writers so they can gush about writing and words and everyone can have a platform to ask writers some burning questions about their work.

Be proud and spread word about your hard work all around, writers! Today’s a day for all of us to appreciate you and your efforts : ) 

What is your favorite fic you have under your belt?

What is your favorite snippet of dialogue?

What inspired [insert fic]?

Do you prefer writing long or short fics?

What’s your favorite headcanon you use in fics?

What’s the detail you wait on bated breath for readers to notice?

How much do you like symbolism in your fics?

How often do people catch onto your little details?

What’s the fic you like the least?

What would you change if you had it all to do again?

What’s a fanfic idea you haven’t done yet?

What’s the hardest thing to write for you?

Do you have a favorite character to write for?

What’s your favorite shipping fic you’ve written? Favorite gen fic?

Give us a snippet of something from your WiPs!

[thewalllisonfire]

I love your writing especially the onho they're so precious T_T

❤❤ thank you, their relationship is so adorable I love writing about them

[thewalllisonfire]

éffleurer

minho/onew

PG-13

(v.) to touch lighty

“How are you feeling,” Minho whispers, fingers tracing lightly over his abdomen.

Jinki laughs, soft and light, tilting his head towards the other’s. “Why do you ask?”

Minho shrugs, a relaxed smile softening his features. “Because I care about you,” he replies softly, still running his fingers over Jinki’s stomach. He pauses, decidedly runs his nails in-between the dips of his ribs, Jinki hissing at the contact. Minho laughs quietly, splaying his fingers over them in apology. “Sorry, I forgot you were ticklish there.”

“Doesn’t matter,” Jinki murmurs, fingers reaching to brush the ends of Minho’s hair. The other watches his preoccupation, tilting his head to brush his lips over those fingers. 

“Yah,” Jinki scolds playfully. 

Minho laughs softly once more, pressing closer to brush his lips lightly over Jinki’s. 

He meets him halfway.

[thewalllisonfire]

*whispers* intimate sex is the best (also the only one i can read but that's another story lol). thank you for your work!

Only one you can read? Hahaha. Yes, it is the best and I wish there was more of it in the onho world, but it is what it is. Thank you for reading and enjoying it!!

[thewalllisonfire]

okay but how dare you. accablant was so good. so good. how dare you. i was not ready for that ;;;

❤❤❤aw thank you! I lowkey love writing intimate sex 😅 so I love you for this message, you just made my day!

[thewalllisonfire]

hello, just want to tell you that i read "how can i help you?" and it was so cuteeee like omgosh i cannot because it's so well-written and i haven't been reading any nice fluffy onho in a while so thank you thank you and i hope you have a good christmas yourself!

Ah psh you liked that fluff? God, I still don’t know how I feel about it, but there some parts to it I liked enough to keep it ahah. Thank you for enjoying it! I know it’s late, but I hope you had a great christmas too!

[thewalllisonfire]

i just wanted to let you know that i live for all of your onho fics, they're soo good!! ! they always have this real touch to them, like i see minho and jinki interacting like that in a real relationship. and shy "let-me-bury-my-feelings-until-ups-i-gave-myself-away-with-that" onew is the best. please keep on writing forever <3

Aww thank you so much! I try so hard for realism so I’m glad it’s kind of paying off haha. 

[thewalllisonfire]

of (un)sound mind

minho/onew

G

“When did it happen?”

Jinki cocks his head to the side, brows furrowed. “When did what happen?”

“When you realized you loved me.”

Jinki chokes, obviously not expecting that answer. He looks at Minho with wide, honest eyes, mouth agape in a slight ‘o’. He’s blushing, a grossly embarrassing pink over his cheeks and he knows there’s no way he’s going to talk his way out of this one. He tries anyway. “What--what are you talking abou--”

It’s a mistake, a horrible mistake, when he finally looks at Minho, sees the stack of papers in his hand and realizes it was a script, he was reciting a scri--

He looks like the wind has been knocked out of him. Minho swallows, eyes wide, blinking slowly. “Why do you--why do you look like that.”

Jinki shuts his eyes tight, prays that this is all a dream but he knows he’s not that lucky. He opens them, tries for a level-headed composure but it’s pathetic, at best. “You look like you already know the answer to that question,” he dead-pans, attention focused on the patterns of the wood floor.

“Hyung,” he murmurs, almost like a plea, as if that’ll be enough to fix what he’s just done. 

“We don’t have to talk about it,” Jinki states, still avoiding his eyes.

Minho pauses, brows furrowed. He can feel his eyes on him, can practically see the concern them, like this, somehow, is all his fault. Minho doesn’t move, though, doesn’t say a word. Jinki decides for him.

The shut of the door resounds through the apartment.

[thewalllisonfire]

accablant

minho/key

NC-17

*request for anon: “can I request some good old minkey smut? >v< preferably canon! but anything goes, really, as long as you'll have fun writing it.” I definitely had fun writing this ahaha ;)

“I’ve been waiting for this,” Kibum murmurs against Minho’s lips, slipping his arms around his neck. 

“Have you?” Minho breathes, fingers slipping underneath his shirt, blunt nails running faint, red lines over his ribs. 

“Yes,” Kibum moans, Minho’s fingers stroking lightly over his nipples. He slips his tongue into his mouth, curling against Minho’s. “I don’t see you for a whole fucking--” he whines, hearing Minho’s soft chuckles as his knee rubs against his crotch. “--week,” he sighs, fingers pulling at the ends of Minho’s hair in retaliation, the other barely suppressing a groan. “What do you expect? I see you lazing around all day--” Kibum hisses, Minho biting softly at his neck, his hands slipping underneath his back, bringing him closer. It’s an effort to keep quiet, faintly aware of Jonghyun and Taemin next door.  “--ready to fucking pounce you--” he gasps, Minho’s tongue tracing a line up to his jaw, the cool sensation sending shivers down his spine. “--but no, ‘later’ you said.” Kibum grabs at Minho’s shirt then, pulling it up violently. “Speaking of, take this fucking thing off already.”

Minho laughs, warm breath ghosting over Kibum’s lips. It’s impossible not to kiss him then, Kibum bringing his hands to those sharp cheekbones, thumb rubbing over them carefully as he presses his lips against Minho’s over and over again. “You said you wanted me to take this off--” he interrupts in-between, playful. 

“Your lips are distracting,” Kibum reasons, nipping at his bottom lip before the other pulls away, taking his shirt off with him. “Finally,” he smirks in appreciation, running his hands over each curve. “Flawless, as usual.”

“They have to be,” Minho chuckles, sighing as Kibum runs a finger over his happy trail. “It’s part of the job.”

“I know,” Kibum murmurs fondly, hand slipping underneath Minho’s boxers. He closes his eyes, gasping as Kibum’s fingers wrap around his length. “Thank god.”

“Are you saying--” Minho moans, Kibum’s thumb running over his slit. His fingers tighten, hooked under the other’s sweats. “--You wouldn’t love me anymore without them?”

“Never,” Kibum states with a particularly forceful tug to Minho’s shaft, smirking at the way his hands find purchase beside his head, forehead pressed against his neck, shamelessly thrusting into his hand. “This is just a plus,” he murmurs, biting Minho’s ear.

Minho moans into Kibum’s ear, too far gone to think of a clever reply. It’s cruel, he thinks, to stop then, but his hands slip away from his boxers anyway, the groan he makes at the loss sending vibrations underneath his skin. “Fuck, Kibum,” he breathes, voice raspy. His hands are quick to pull off Kibum’s shirt, his pants and boxers soon after. 

Kibum can’t help but laugh along the way, Minho grumbling at the double-knot securing his sweatpants. “I thought you wanted to take it slow,” he muses, as Minho continues to tug and pull in frustration. 

Minho kisses him roughly in response. “That was before you did this to me,” he grouses against his lips, Kibum smirking at Minho’s disheveled hair, the slick sweat blanketed over his skin, an absolute, desperate mess. “Why the fuck would you double-knot this,” he curses, still picking angrily at the ropes. 

Kibum gently pushes his hands away, undoing the knot easily. “Just to fuck with you,” he smiles malevolently, Minho swiftly ridding him of his boxers as well. He moans as Minho’s fingers trace lightly over his entrance, aggravatingly teasing. “Do you have to be like that,” Kibum whines impatiently, shutting his eyes.

“Yes,” Minho simply says, Kibum sighing at the loss as Minho searches for the lube, quickly squeezing it over his fingers. “Ready?”

Kibum groans, snarkily retorting, “I’ve been rea--” He pushes a finger in without warning, Kibum gasping, back arching slightly. “Really?”

“You said you were ready,” Minho muses, slipping another finger in, stretching him slowly. He leans over then, other hand thumbing over his nipple, lips capturing his in a languid kiss. It’s a mess, the way Kibum tries to kiss back, gasping for breath with every move of Minho’s fingers.

“I’m ready,” Kibum breathes at last, body twitching as Minho’s finger runs over his g-spot. “Honestly.”

“Okay,” Minho murmurs as he pulls his fingers away, absolutely enthralled. Kibum is hot, burning, breath coming out in shallow gasps, watching Minho with those piercing eyes and Minho just, it’s just--

“You’re beautiful.”

Kibum rolls his eyes, tries to hide a smile with the back of his hand. “You always say that.”

“Because it’s true.” He presses a kiss to his temple. “Every time.” His eyes. “Every day.” His cheeks. “Every second.” His lips, lingering against his mouth. “You’re beautiful,” he whispers desperately, eyes squeezed shut.

“Minho,” he whimpers, winding his arms around his neck, pulling him impossibly close.

Minho adjusts himself, Kibum feeling him press against him. “I’m going to--”

“Yes,” Kibum breathes. “Ye--” he gasps, feeling every inch of Minho’s length slip inside him. His arms tighten around his neck, hopeless, dizzying kisses peppering Minho’s mouth, “Yes.”

It’s different every time, the way they do this, the way he feels--

“God, Kibum,” he grunts, every push sending him deeper into blissful oblivion. His eyes are barely open, desperately trying to drink everything in, but it’s always too much with him, always a jarring assault on his senses. “Kibum, you--”

“Stop talking--” He cuts, biting at Minho’s lips. “Let me just--” he gasps, tangling his fingers into his hair, pressing his forehead against his, thrusts frantically meeting Minho’s.

“Let me hear you.”

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unexpected

minho/onew

PG

*request for the anon who asked for “onho w/ a baby pls!” i hope it’s somewhat what you wanted!

“What are we supposed to do with it.”

“It just showed up, how am I supposed to know what to do with it?”

“I don’t know,” Minho shrugs haplessly, frowning. He tilts his head, squinting his eyes.

Jinki hums, contemplative.

"...Is this what you call a Christmas miracle?"

“Minho.”

The baby murmurs quietly at their feet, tucking its chin underneath the many blankets in the carriage.

“I’m sorry,” Minho chuckles, resting his chin on Jinki’s shoulder. “I couldn’t resist,” he whispers quietly in Jinki’s ear.

“Yeah yeah,” Jinki rolls his eyes, smiling amusingly before regaining his composure. “We should call the police.”

“Yeah, we should,” Minho agrees, picking up the carriage and carefully bringing it inside their apartment. He places it on the coffee table in the living room, sitting on the couch soon after, Jinki following suit.

"The more I look at it, the cuter it gets,” Jinki grins, leaning over the sleeping bundle.

Minho laughs quietly then, glancing at Jinki in amusement. “It?”

“Do you know what gender it is?” Jinki playfully retorts, nudging his shoulders against Minho’s.

Minho pauses for a moment, peering down at the rosy-cheeked little bundle. He begrudgingly nods his head. “Touché.”

“In any case,” Jinki sighs, placing his hands on his knees. “Let’s hope it doesn’t wake up crying or something like that–” Jinki adds, getting up and banging his shin squarely on the table in front of him. 

Cue the crying. Cue the exasperated look Minho sends him as he cradles the baby in his arms and rocks it gently, blatantly glaring at Jinki’s silent apology.

“Shh shh,” he cooes, rocking it back-and-forth in his arms. The crying slowly quiets, Minho pausing to look at the big, round eyes staring squarely up at him. “I think it’s a girl,” he smiles, bringing her closer to his chest.

“And why do you say that?” Jinki questions, peering over. 

Minho shrugs, “She just feels like one. I mean,” he continues. “We could check.”

“Right, yeah,” Jinki nods, feeling embarrassed for the both of them. “I can’t believe we just realized that now.”

“Hey, at least we did,” Minho reasons half-heartedly.

Jinki  quickly, carefully peels away the covers and checks. He nods an affirmative. “Yep, your instincts were right. It’s a girl.”

Minho sits down then, watching as her fingers curl into his shirt. He pauses, eyes thoughtful. “I wonder why they left her.”

Jinki sits down beside him. “I couldn’t imagine why you’d ever want to”, he says, laughing quietly as the little one takes hold of his pinky. “Why would you ever want to let her go,” he murmurs.

Minho looks at him, the corner of his lips turning up. He presses a lingering kiss to his temple, Jinki smiling up at him in amusement. “What was that for?”

Minho kisses him again, capturing Jinki’s lips this time. He feels him lean into it, reflexively moving closer, sending butterflies to his stomach. “I love you,” he whispers against his lips, their foreheads pressed together.

“I love you, too,” Jinki beams, pressing a chaste kiss to Minho’s lips before pulling away. 

Silence settles comfortably between them, Jinki leaning on Minho’s shoulder.

He can feel the nervousness bubbling at the back of his throat, the way his thoughts rush back to old memories, memories of--where they--

Maybe--

“Jinki.” Minho says, a calm seriousness to his voice.

“Yeah?”

“Do you remember when we talked about,” Minho pauses, swallowing. “When we talked about adopting?”

He can feel how Jinki tenses up against him, Minho quickly regretting ever mentioning the words. “Nevermind,” he quickly dismisses, placing the baby back into the carriage. “Where’s the phone--”

Jinki grabs his arm, fingers wrapped securely around his wrist, stopping him in his place. “Wait.”

Minho sits back down, watching Jinki patiently. Jinki’s fingers intertwine with his, a reassuring smile across his lips.

“I remember, talking about it,” Jinki starts. He looks down then, mumbling the next few words. “And how I reacted about it.” Minho squeezes his hand, urging him to continue, Jinki smiling in appreciation. “But I, I can see why, why you’d want one. I mean, want to adopt.”

Minho nods quietly, smile careful. 

“Well, I mean, I always have, but I guess seeing the real thing in front of us, having it practically be given to us.” Jinki pauses, chewing at his lip, brows furrowed. “I don’t know why it feels different. Or maybe I’ve changed.” He looks over at the baby once more, watching them quietly with those big, innocent eyes. “I was thinking, why don’t we call the police tomorrow? I mean, it’s Christmas day, and I would rather not--” I’d rather not leave her like that.

Minho nods once more. “I’d rather not, too.” He takes Jinki’s hand into his own, thumb rubbing circles into his skin. He brings it up to his lips, kissing his fingers softly, eyes never leaving Jinki’s. “I love you.”

Jinki laughs shyly, making feeble attempts to pull his hand away. Minho won’t let him. “You just said that.”

“You keep making me want to say it,” his lips run over Jinki’s cheek, nose, eyes. “Over and over.”

“I know,” Jinki mumbles, wrinkling his nose. His are cheeks warm. “I need stop doing that.”

Minho chortles, letting go of Jinki’s hand to place them on his cheeks. “I love you,” he says once more, looking Jinki straight in the eye. He kisses Jinki on the lips. “And there’s no way you’re going to stop me from saying that. I love everything you do, everything you are.”

It only takes a second for Jinki to kiss him, open-mouthed and breathy, fingers curling at his nape--

Only to stopped by the sweet, shrill sound of the baby before them, long-forgotten.

“Is it bad that I forgot--”

“Yes. But I forgive you,” Minho teases, bringing her in his arms once more. “We were ignoring her,” he murmurs, gently poking her nose. She laughs at that, grabbing for his fingers.

“You know she’s probably gonna keep us up all night,” Jinki says, deadpan.

“Probably.”

“When that happens, you’re getting out of bed first.”