We're no Different
Pairing: JongHo, side OnKey
Rating: PG
Genre: Fiction, Science Fiction
Author's Note: Hope you like it. C:
Disclaimer: I own nothing but the story.
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He was hot and sticky. So much he had reached a point where he didn't know what kind of force was making him keep his suit on.
Minho lifted his hand to his eyebrows to whip the sweat of his forehead, to keep it away from his eyes. He was having enough trouble to see from humid heat alone already. "Seriously, Minho?" The one being called sighed as he was about to hear Kibum complain for the millionth time "aren't this samples enough? Can't we go back already?" Kibum was sitting in a trunk nearby, legs and arms crossed and sweat dripping down his face, thus making his hair stick to his forehead. There was one thing Kibum hated more than anything, and that was having his hair messed up. Or maybe it was just the overwhelming heat. Or both.
"I... I have to agree" Jinki had stopped his research activities a while ago and had been just watching Minho, but he decided that then was a good opportunity to speak up "we should head back"
Minho stood up from where he was (ground level, studying closely some plants he had found interesting). He had refused to listen to Kibum's complains for the past 2 hours. It was not his problem if Kibum didn't find the new place as interesting as he did, but he guessed there was not much he could do if their leader was making an allied front with the diva. Minho sighed again, picking up his things.
They headed back, walking lazily trough the mess of roots and plants that was the jungle. They were having trouble with a big dead tree they had encountered on their way (Minho on top of the trunk and Jinki on the ground, both making a combined effort to get Kibum past it) when Minho suddenly stopped and looked around. Kibum was about to complain when they heard a loud noise, more like a wild scream, and it totally caught them off ward.
The next events included Minho letting go of Kibum to instinctively get a hold of his gun, and Kibum falling on top of Jinky with a loud thud, a whine and a growl, making a mess of branches, leaves and limbs on the jungle's floor, just as many blurry shadows came down and around them from the trees.
One of them landed dangerously close to Minho and all he could see were wild eyes and hair before falling back on the ground, the opposite side to where Jinki and Kibum were, the last one desperately calling his name as he fell. Minho got up stumbling a bit, catching a glimpse of his surroundings but just to be roughly thrown back to the ground again, something hitting him hard on the head. And he knew he was done for.
The next thing Minho knew, to begin with, was him having a huge headache. He kept his eyes closed as the rest of his senses slowly came back at him. He felt something tied tightly around his wrists, which were held up and immobilized, together with sore shoulders for what he assumed was the result of him being in that position for a considerable amount of time. But he couldn't hear a thing.
He thought about the others, a bit worried, and the pieces of information were slowly clicking in his brain. And then, it hit him. They had been ambushed. By humans. Or well, at least that's how they looked like; the strangeness of the idea scaring him a bit, being conscious of his situation also making him feel alert.
Minho shifted a bit uncomfortable, a small grunt escaping his throat. He opened his eyes slowly, blinking a few times, but it was dark and he had to make an effort to see. It seemed though, he was still in the open and with his back to the post he was tied to; his thoughts running at high speed thinking how was he going to get out of that mess, until a slight movement near there caught his attention.
He fixed his eyes to the spot and did't see anything at first, until the thing decided to move again, getting closer, raising the adrenaline levels on Minho's blood.
As it got closer, Minho could have a better idea, which was reassured when the thing stopped at his feet, a strong hand grabbing his right ankle. The person, or well, the 'creature', had advanced towards him while crouched and from that perspective, and as how they were positioned, Minho could see dark and a bit wild hair, braided on one side of it's head, some bare shoulders and back.
He was startled when it, or he, or whatever, started to indiscreetly touch his calf. Minho flinched and tried to get out of the creatures grasp just to be held down by surprisingly strong hands and to receive a glare that was enough to make him still again.
Though the glare alone, Minho reckoned, wouldn't have been enough. And he wasn't scared, but astonished. The wild sparkle on his eyes (Minho had decided to call it a 'he'), the clear and dark purposely placed stains of paint on that beautiful face, arms and torso, the shadowy feel the night casted upon his figure... For Minho, it was no different than looking at a wild beast while still being thrilled, even knowing how dangerous it could be.
Seeing as how Minho had calmed down, he then moved his hands from Minho's ankles to his knees and upper, resting finally on Minho's hips and then bringing himself to his feet. Minho unconsciously held his breath as the other, who was a bit shorter, stood dangerously close to him. Minho looked at him looking back with curiosity all over his face, and was surprised yet again as he felt the other's hands roam all over his stomach and chest, paying close attention to the suit that was designed to fit Minho's body perfectly.
"H-hey could you stop that?" Minho asked, feeling uncomfortable, even though he knew it was useless. The other looked back up at him when he spoke, stoping for a bit, as if he had understood but resuming his inspection in the end.
The other moved his hands up again, towards Minho's head, running his fingers through his short hair. Meanwhile, Minho took a closer look at the other's face. He found himself looking at slightly furrowed brows, eyes narrowed and pink lips slightly parted in concentration.
Minho thought there was not a thing that would give off the fact that the other was not human. If it wasn't because he already knew, Minho would have thought otherwise.
His inspector proceeded to place his hand's on Minho's face, pinching and stretching all stretchable places of flesh they could find. "Careful, hey" Minho said softly, but strangely enough, he wasn't feeling uncomfortable or annoyed anymore. But the other was looking at him, still frowning. He moved his hands towards Minho's chest again, and then back up to his neck, were he started to pay close attention to where the collar of his suit ended and continued into skin. He got closer, looking and passing his fingers along the border with care, and then he seemed to get the hang of it because he tugged on the suit's neck border once, then twice, and later quite forcefully.
Minho grimaced and closed his eyes at the pull, hurting a bit. But when he opened his eyes, as if it hadn't been enough already, he was surprised again (almost panicked) when he saw the other hold an item that didn't look safe at all. A small artifact that was most probably used to rip and cut.
Minho tensed up as the other held his item close to his throat, but as he didn't experiment any kind of pain, Minho opened his eyes once more to see the other back at looking restlessly at his neck, without moving. Minho didn't dare to move, not even breath as the other just stared. After what seemed an eternity, the other moved, tugging at his suit's collar once more, but before Minho could react the other was already ripping the material apart.
"no-wait, what-" Minho blurted out, as he heard the sound of his suit being thorn and saw the other skillfully move down, feeling the air getting through the newly made openings in his suit.
But after stepping back a bit to contemplate what he had done, the other didn't seem quite satisfied yet. "Please don't, don't-" Minho pleaded as the other continued to further damage Minho's clothing.
Once he was done with the cuts he proceeded to use his hands to pretty much finish exposing Minho, even though he didn't quite get rid of the whole suit. The other looked at him, intense gaze in his eyes, and Minho couldn't help but feel a bit intimidated and exposed.
Minho saw the other slowly raise his hands and place them on his now bare chest. The hands traveled from his chest to his stomach and back again, painfully slow, making Minho feel stranger still. The other stopped a bit, and put one hand in his own chest, leaving the other in Minho's as if to reassure himself Minho was no different from him. He was, as Minho could tell, feeling both of their hearts beating in their chests.
They looked at each other for a long time before the other decided to run back to the darkness and leave Minho confused and a bit cold. It had passed quite some time and Minho was starting to accept his fate when he heard a bit of noise and looked up. It was the sound of talking.
So he had come back, apparently bringing someone with him this time. They still talked in a low volume. Minho strained his eyes to see and at first he thought the other was a female, until they were a bit closer and he noticed a young, long haired male. The other talked to the new one while he looked at Minho, still, refusing to get any closer.
However he talked, the shorter didn't seem to be convincing at all, so in the end he decided to go back to Minho by himself but was abruptly stopped by the apparently younger one. They discussed a bit and the shorter male ended up not listening and got closer to Minho, leaving the other pinned to the ground where he was. He seemed a bit scared.
"Jonghyun" he heard the long haired one say, and assumed that was how the other was called. "Jonghyun?" Minho asked. 'Jonghyun' looked up at him and curved his lips in a small smile. "Jonghyun" he repeated and looked back, lifting his hand to point at the other boy "Taemin" he said, smiling back at Minho, who repeated: "Taemin".
Jonghyun looked at him, raising his brows, the question lying there, and if Minho was not wrong, he probably had to introduce himself then.
"Minho"
He felt something twitch inside him as plump pink lips repeated his name with a smile.
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Rating: PG
Genre: Fiction, Science Fiction
Author's Note: Hope you like it. C:
Disclaimer: I own nothing but the story.
←Previous
He was hot and sticky. So much he had reached a point where he didn't know what kind of force was making him keep his suit on.
Minho lifted his hand to his eyebrows to whip the sweat of his forehead, to keep it away from his eyes. He was having enough trouble to see from humid heat alone already. "Seriously, Minho?" The one being called sighed as he was about to hear Kibum complain for the millionth time "aren't this samples enough? Can't we go back already?" Kibum was sitting in a trunk nearby, legs and arms crossed and sweat dripping down his face, thus making his hair stick to his forehead. There was one thing Kibum hated more than anything, and that was having his hair messed up. Or maybe it was just the overwhelming heat. Or both.
"I... I have to agree" Jinki had stopped his research activities a while ago and had been just watching Minho, but he decided that then was a good opportunity to speak up "we should head back"
Minho stood up from where he was (ground level, studying closely some plants he had found interesting). He had refused to listen to Kibum's complains for the past 2 hours. It was not his problem if Kibum didn't find the new place as interesting as he did, but he guessed there was not much he could do if their leader was making an allied front with the diva. Minho sighed again, picking up his things.
They headed back, walking lazily trough the mess of roots and plants that was the jungle. They were having trouble with a big dead tree they had encountered on their way (Minho on top of the trunk and Jinki on the ground, both making a combined effort to get Kibum past it) when Minho suddenly stopped and looked around. Kibum was about to complain when they heard a loud noise, more like a wild scream, and it totally caught them off ward.
The next events included Minho letting go of Kibum to instinctively get a hold of his gun, and Kibum falling on top of Jinky with a loud thud, a whine and a growl, making a mess of branches, leaves and limbs on the jungle's floor, just as many blurry shadows came down and around them from the trees.
One of them landed dangerously close to Minho and all he could see were wild eyes and hair before falling back on the ground, the opposite side to where Jinki and Kibum were, the last one desperately calling his name as he fell. Minho got up stumbling a bit, catching a glimpse of his surroundings but just to be roughly thrown back to the ground again, something hitting him hard on the head. And he knew he was done for.
The next thing Minho knew, to begin with, was him having a huge headache. He kept his eyes closed as the rest of his senses slowly came back at him. He felt something tied tightly around his wrists, which were held up and immobilized, together with sore shoulders for what he assumed was the result of him being in that position for a considerable amount of time. But he couldn't hear a thing.
He thought about the others, a bit worried, and the pieces of information were slowly clicking in his brain. And then, it hit him. They had been ambushed. By humans. Or well, at least that's how they looked like; the strangeness of the idea scaring him a bit, being conscious of his situation also making him feel alert.
Minho shifted a bit uncomfortable, a small grunt escaping his throat. He opened his eyes slowly, blinking a few times, but it was dark and he had to make an effort to see. It seemed though, he was still in the open and with his back to the post he was tied to; his thoughts running at high speed thinking how was he going to get out of that mess, until a slight movement near there caught his attention.
He fixed his eyes to the spot and did't see anything at first, until the thing decided to move again, getting closer, raising the adrenaline levels on Minho's blood.
As it got closer, Minho could have a better idea, which was reassured when the thing stopped at his feet, a strong hand grabbing his right ankle. The person, or well, the 'creature', had advanced towards him while crouched and from that perspective, and as how they were positioned, Minho could see dark and a bit wild hair, braided on one side of it's head, some bare shoulders and back.
He was startled when it, or he, or whatever, started to indiscreetly touch his calf. Minho flinched and tried to get out of the creatures grasp just to be held down by surprisingly strong hands and to receive a glare that was enough to make him still again.
Though the glare alone, Minho reckoned, wouldn't have been enough. And he wasn't scared, but astonished. The wild sparkle on his eyes (Minho had decided to call it a 'he'), the clear and dark purposely placed stains of paint on that beautiful face, arms and torso, the shadowy feel the night casted upon his figure... For Minho, it was no different than looking at a wild beast while still being thrilled, even knowing how dangerous it could be.
Seeing as how Minho had calmed down, he then moved his hands from Minho's ankles to his knees and upper, resting finally on Minho's hips and then bringing himself to his feet. Minho unconsciously held his breath as the other, who was a bit shorter, stood dangerously close to him. Minho looked at him looking back with curiosity all over his face, and was surprised yet again as he felt the other's hands roam all over his stomach and chest, paying close attention to the suit that was designed to fit Minho's body perfectly.
"H-hey could you stop that?" Minho asked, feeling uncomfortable, even though he knew it was useless. The other looked back up at him when he spoke, stoping for a bit, as if he had understood but resuming his inspection in the end.
The other moved his hands up again, towards Minho's head, running his fingers through his short hair. Meanwhile, Minho took a closer look at the other's face. He found himself looking at slightly furrowed brows, eyes narrowed and pink lips slightly parted in concentration.
Minho thought there was not a thing that would give off the fact that the other was not human. If it wasn't because he already knew, Minho would have thought otherwise.
His inspector proceeded to place his hand's on Minho's face, pinching and stretching all stretchable places of flesh they could find. "Careful, hey" Minho said softly, but strangely enough, he wasn't feeling uncomfortable or annoyed anymore. But the other was looking at him, still frowning. He moved his hands towards Minho's chest again, and then back up to his neck, were he started to pay close attention to where the collar of his suit ended and continued into skin. He got closer, looking and passing his fingers along the border with care, and then he seemed to get the hang of it because he tugged on the suit's neck border once, then twice, and later quite forcefully.
Minho grimaced and closed his eyes at the pull, hurting a bit. But when he opened his eyes, as if it hadn't been enough already, he was surprised again (almost panicked) when he saw the other hold an item that didn't look safe at all. A small artifact that was most probably used to rip and cut.
Minho tensed up as the other held his item close to his throat, but as he didn't experiment any kind of pain, Minho opened his eyes once more to see the other back at looking restlessly at his neck, without moving. Minho didn't dare to move, not even breath as the other just stared. After what seemed an eternity, the other moved, tugging at his suit's collar once more, but before Minho could react the other was already ripping the material apart.
"no-wait, what-" Minho blurted out, as he heard the sound of his suit being thorn and saw the other skillfully move down, feeling the air getting through the newly made openings in his suit.
But after stepping back a bit to contemplate what he had done, the other didn't seem quite satisfied yet. "Please don't, don't-" Minho pleaded as the other continued to further damage Minho's clothing.
Once he was done with the cuts he proceeded to use his hands to pretty much finish exposing Minho, even though he didn't quite get rid of the whole suit. The other looked at him, intense gaze in his eyes, and Minho couldn't help but feel a bit intimidated and exposed.
Minho saw the other slowly raise his hands and place them on his now bare chest. The hands traveled from his chest to his stomach and back again, painfully slow, making Minho feel stranger still. The other stopped a bit, and put one hand in his own chest, leaving the other in Minho's as if to reassure himself Minho was no different from him. He was, as Minho could tell, feeling both of their hearts beating in their chests.
They looked at each other for a long time before the other decided to run back to the darkness and leave Minho confused and a bit cold. It had passed quite some time and Minho was starting to accept his fate when he heard a bit of noise and looked up. It was the sound of talking.
So he had come back, apparently bringing someone with him this time. They still talked in a low volume. Minho strained his eyes to see and at first he thought the other was a female, until they were a bit closer and he noticed a young, long haired male. The other talked to the new one while he looked at Minho, still, refusing to get any closer.
However he talked, the shorter didn't seem to be convincing at all, so in the end he decided to go back to Minho by himself but was abruptly stopped by the apparently younger one. They discussed a bit and the shorter male ended up not listening and got closer to Minho, leaving the other pinned to the ground where he was. He seemed a bit scared.
"Jonghyun" he heard the long haired one say, and assumed that was how the other was called. "Jonghyun?" Minho asked. 'Jonghyun' looked up at him and curved his lips in a small smile. "Jonghyun" he repeated and looked back, lifting his hand to point at the other boy "Taemin" he said, smiling back at Minho, who repeated: "Taemin".
Jonghyun looked at him, raising his brows, the question lying there, and if Minho was not wrong, he probably had to introduce himself then.
"Minho"
He felt something twitch inside him as plump pink lips repeated his name with a smile.
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