Dirty
Three
pg-13 to nc-17 // onew/minho & onew/oc // ~2k w
-- wherein onew and minho
take care of an egg. hs fluff.
unbeta'd. LAST PART.
photo edit by hipslip
loosely inspired by the movie dirty girl
The last week of school arrives with the final examinations in tow.
Minho walks up to the class with Momo in his hand, the journal in the other. He lays Momo on the desk and introduces her to the class on his own. He doesn't invite Jinki to step forward with him so Jinki stays in his seat at the back, staring keenly at his fingers clawing at the edges of his table.
"My name is Choi-Lee Momo. I am ten years old." Minho reads from her journal, consequently monotonous. "I would like to think that I am mature for my age because I was brought up well by my two appas who I love dearly. I like roller coasters and makeup and pink glitter makes all the monsters under my bed disappear. I used to think it was weird to have two dads and no mom, but I realized that it is not that much different. It's even trendy.
"They fight a lot, but Minho appa tells me that it's okay because they knew each other since they were in high school so it's normal to fight when you've known someone for that long. Even though they fight, they never forget to show me how much they care about me. They took me to the amusement park and bought me everything that I wanted because they don't like it when I cry.
"We even took a family photo together. I like it when they don't fight because they become funny. I love my family very much. Even if Minho appa and Jinki appa fight, I know that they still care about each other because of me. I hope that they see how much I care about them, too, because most of the time I feel ignored when they fight. And that makes me feel like… a mistake.
"They don't know that it hurts me, too, when they fight. Appas, please stop fighting and continue to love instead." He reopens the journal haphazardly and reads a forgotten line, "P.S. I hate raisins…"
There is a combination of hoots and chuckles from the rest of the class by the end of Minho's journal read. Minho warrants himself one quick glance at Jinki when Mrs. Cho comes to his side to pat him on the back. Jinki, surprisingly enough, is looking straight at him with an indecipherable glare.
Minho is the first to look away. He surrenders the photo stickers that he has, Momo, and the journal to Mrs. Cho as their final examination and returns to his seat quietly without acknowledging the stare Jinki is giving him.
∞
Minho and Jinki don't see each other again outside of school until graduation night. Minho and Jinki find themselves in the same restaurant with their families; Minho with his mother, Jinki with his parents, Lina and Lina's parents.
They were located a few tables apart. They allow each other a brief head nod and that was it. Minho is fine with that. He's more than certain that Jinki is fine with that.
"Are you okay?" Minho's mother reaches for his hand and squeezes. Minho attempts a weak smile.
"Yeah. I think I just need to go to the bathroom."
Yes, sure, of course Jinki would be in the men's bathroom washing his fucking hands. It just wouldn't be a night without that exchange of awkward stares from across the bathroom, now would it?
Minho gives another unadulterated head nod before occupying one of the stalls. He locks the door, a clear indication from his choice that he hates Jinki just as much. And that yes, he is admittedly just as fractured.
He hears doors swinging from the stalls, the main door of the lavatory swinging as well, so he's confused as to whether Jinki is still present.
It goes quiet for a second so Minho assumes that he's alone now. He is about to unlock the door when footsteps resonate towards his stall.
Minho covers his mouth with the tips of his fingers, stare directed at the foot of his door where he can see the shadow of Jinki's legs.
"I just…" Jinki whispers from the other side of the door. "I just wanted to apologize."
Minho is suddenly infuriated. He doesn't want an apology that literally has a wall in between them. He wants to punch through the wood and crack Jinki's skull.
"I don't know why I went home with you…" Minho's forehead connects with the door when Jinki's husky apology turns sour. Minho keeps his eyes open because he knows that once his eyelids drop all he will be seeing is Jinki writhing in his touch, courtesy of that one night. "I don't know how I can make this better. I just want you to know that I didn’t mean to hurt you."
You fucking idiot.
"I know." For a moment, Minho wonders if he said that out loud. "I know it's pathetic because I probably should have just said no and now everything that I'm saying is being shot to hell, but I don't want you to go on thinking that I'm doing this out of spite.
"The things I said or did… I truly meant them at the time. You've been a wonderful friend. I can't… I need to… I need to think this all through. I'm not like you. I can't just decide on something without weighing shit out.
"And you don't know how… how fucking sorry I am for being so confused and scared. You were right. I was playing with someone's emotions but I was too blind to notice whose it belonged to." Minho distinguishes a scoff after that. "I need time to catch up with you, Minho."
Minho's had enough. He pulls the door open with every intention of kicking Jinki to the ground. But when he does, the force of the swing creates a light breeze that upsets Jinki's hair, and Minho finds Jinki's eyes faintly tinted with an exhausted red. He isn't crying nor does he really look like he's on the verge of doing so, but the underlying warfare takes precedence over the things that Jinki cannot express. And the lamented naiveté painted on Jinki's features makes Minho just stand there in awe. How is it possible to want to tear someone limb from limb just to ineffectually patch them back together again?
Jinki has never been so ready to bend and break in his whole life. Everything that happened before, everything that lead up to this point defines this moment. And it's all of those incidents that disintegrate Jinki's perspective and how he sees Minho now.
This desperation is new to Jinki and he needs it like he needs a hernia.
"You would make a terrible father." Minho states without any hidden meaning. It's just one of the things reeling in his mind at the moment.
Jinki laughs, nodding his head in agreement. "I know."
"And I really hate you, Jinki. You're the worst thing that's ever happened to me. You just beat Kibum for that spot."
Jinki worries on his bottom lip, eyes narrow, head nodding slowly. "I know."
"Can you just fuck off?"
Jinki's gaze drops to his shoes, hands sticking into his pockets. He walks out of the bathroom with Minho's stare glued to his back. And he can only hope to never see the kid again, unless he's in pieces.
∞
(a/n: please play this song for the remaining
scenes. just do it. or my fish will die. of fish cancer.
yes.
yes.
it's real.)
Jinki and Lina last until University begins.
Jinki, despite his father's wishes, chooses to major in Literature and Poetry. The strength to defy his father's wishes of a degree in law sufficed all thanks to his balls finally growing to its full potential.
Walking out of his house to move into an apartment in Seoul is nothing short of a hassle. With bills to pay, Jinki finds himself a job, knowing full well that what he has saved up won't last him for three more months.
He takes a break from school to save up first. He never thought that a break would be this desirable. He slept until two in the afternoon, met girls at the restaurant he worked at-- finally grasping the essence of working hard, and playing hard.
But then it gets fearfully dark when he succumbs to sleep, waking up to no one and finally realizing early on what the worst part of losing Minho is; a vacancy in his chest that he knows he deserves.
Five months in, he gets a call from Kibum, "Jinki, I came out."
Poor guy needs a place to stay because his father expectedly kicks Kibum out of the house with a swift, "I have no gay son." and Kibum is like, "So be it!"
Kibum barely recognizes Jinki the first time they see each other again, "Did you dye your hair? Is that a stubble? No, you look good… but that facial hair has to go. It makes you look like my second uncle Yejin."
"What's wrong with that?"
"Samchon Yejin is a renowned pedophile."
Jinki asks about Minho once over a drink.
"He's going to University, majoring in photography." Kibum answers.
"Do you guys keep in touch?"
"Sometimes." Then Kibum arches a brow. "I think he's seeing someone, though."
Jinki frowns at that, killing his cigarette and downing his drink. Yeah, he smokes now, too. "I didn't ask that."
"You didn't have to, you pussy."
∞
A year passes by and Jinki finally has enough money in his bank account. Kibum decides to stay out of school so Jinki proceeds to enroll without him.
He may or may not have chosen the said university under the intention of running into Minho. Under Jinki's calculations, Minho would be a year higher than Jinki now, something that never ran through his mind when they were in high school. A lot has changed since then, Jinki thinks as he enters the university with his papers.
He gets in and enrolls under the literature and poetry course and he enters the grounds late on his first day.
He's jogging to the annex building, room 202 his paper reads. He halts in the empty corridor of the second floor, swinging his head from side to side, when he senses a pen rolling down to meet with his foot.
Jinki looks down and finds the pen, takes it in his hand, and when he straightens back up, Minho's tall form is emerging from the classroom ahead of him.
The books clipped under his arm nearly fall to the ground when he is startled to find Jinki in the corridor with an impish grin.
"Choi Minho." Jinki is the first to walk over, disregarding how he's probably going to miss his first class at this rate. He renders the pen, intentionally holding it in a way that their fingers would brush when Minho would reach for it.
"Lee Jinki." It's troublesome how easily his name spills from Minho's lips, as if over a year hasn't past at all since he first said those words. Minho stares at him with those same wide set eyes, resplendently luminous in the light. His hair is longer, unkempt in a high, short ponytail. And did he grow taller? "I didn't know anyone was in here."
Jinki can't help but notice how the tables are turned now. He remembers the earliest memory he has of speaking with Choi Minho, the manner in which he just dismissively shrugged off the other male. Jinki smiles. "I'm lost."
Minho nods his understanding, stare falling to the slip of paper in Jinki's hand. "May I?"
"You may."
"This is in the A-lex building." Minho dumbly states, holding the paper out again for Jinki to read.
"What? I thought that said annex."
"Don't worry about it." Minho continues, "That registrar woman can't write for shit."
They stand there in silence, Minho becoming pricklier in Jinki's presence than necessary.
Especially, when Jinki doesn't do that thing anymore where he looks at his shoes a lot.
"Aren't you supposed to be in class?" Minho shifts his weight around, unable to look back at Jinki without his palms sweating.
"I think I'm right where I'm supposed to be." Jinki's smirk inches wider. "Are you seeing anyone?"
"What?"
"Are you seeing anyone?"
Minho holds his breath. He knows about Kibum and Jinki living together, what he should have anticipated was Kibum's big ass mouth. "Not anymore."
"So you're single." Jinki confirms more than questions.
"I guess so."
That's when Minho realizes it. He doesn't envy a single thing about Lee Jinki. Those times back in high school when he used to fantasize about being someone similar or him exactly, those days are damned. As it turns out, Lee Jinki is one of the dumbest people, not just in their school, but on the entire planet.
Because if it takes you more than a year, an egg baby, and a zillion kajillion brawls to finally apprehend the ever incomprehensible, yet possible act of dropping it all for one person, then you're probably Lee Jinki and that's nothing be proud off.
"Are you still an idiot?" Minho asks with one brow arched.
Jinki takes out a hand and counts on his fingers, "Let's see, I moved out of my house and am now supporting myself through college just so I can major in poetry, I somehow ended up living with my cousin Kibum, and I haven't eaten anything since this morning. I had a cracker." Jinki pockets his hand. "Yes, I probably still am."
"Listen. I know that you think you're being cute right now." Minho darts a finger at one very amused Jinki. "And if you're going to ask me out, I'm letting you know right now that I'm going to make it very difficult for you."
"Name it."
"What?"
"Whatever you want in exchange for a date. Name it." Jinki takes a step closer. Cocky son of a bitch.
"I wanna punch you."
"Fine, just not on the--"
Minho's fist introduces itself with Jinki's crotch, the other male crumbling at the contact and falling on the floor while Minho shakes the pressure off his hand.
Jinki groans, "--face."
Minho picks up the books he dropped next to Jinki's head. "Are you okay?"
"You dislocated my left nut, you fucking prick, no I'm not okay."
"Shut up, you big baby."
Minho offers a hand for Jinki to pull at. Jinki refuses for two more minutes, opting to rest on the floor until his muscles are free to function again. When he stands up and tries to walk, he limps and loses his balance, leaning on the walls next to him.
Minho holds his laughter in when he slings Jinki's arm around his shoulders, helping him limp down the stairs to a bench outside.
Minho returns later with a vending machine drink in his hand.
Jinki takes the can and uses his books to cover the fact that he's pressing it against his crotch. "I probably deserved that. Were you aiming for infertility or…"
"It was just the first thing that came to mind." Minho sits next to Jinki on the bench resolutely fulfilled. "I'm good at thinking on my feet."
"On your toes." Jinki takes in a sharp hiss as a reaction to the cold. "That stings like a mother."
"Almost two years of pent up anger into that punch; it's supposed to be painful." A comfortable silence passes, seconds of sneaking glances, and Jinki in palpable discomfort."You're different." Minho observes from his side of the bench.
Jinki faces forward, wincing in the sunlight coupled with the sensation of his crotch in dire pain. "That's what almost two years of pent up anger and probable testicular cancer will do to you."
Minho bursts into laughter then, calming seconds later, punching Jinki on the shoulder lightly. Jinki groans exaggeratedly at the contact.
"I'm not sorry." Minho says to his hands. He can feel Jinki staring at him now.
"Even after all of this, me neither." Then as an afterthought, Jinki laughs into his hand and mumbles, "I can't believe I finally grew a pair only to have you punch it back to square one."
Minho huffs on his knuckles with a proud smile that reminds Jinki of everything he wants around him.
"So," Jinki inches closer cautiously so as not to disrupt the position of his crotch. "do you wanna go out and maybe adopt an egg tonight-- ow!"
Minho elbows him in the stomach before he can complete his sentence. "Shave your stubble; you look like key's uncle Yejin."
Hours before meeting Minho later that night, Jinki shaves more than what is required. Just in case.
end.
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pg-13 to nc-17 // onew/minho & onew/oc // ~2k w
-- wherein onew and minho
take care of an egg. hs fluff.
unbeta'd. LAST PART.
photo edit by hipslip
loosely inspired by the movie dirty girl
The last week of school arrives with the final examinations in tow.
Minho walks up to the class with Momo in his hand, the journal in the other. He lays Momo on the desk and introduces her to the class on his own. He doesn't invite Jinki to step forward with him so Jinki stays in his seat at the back, staring keenly at his fingers clawing at the edges of his table.
"My name is Choi-Lee Momo. I am ten years old." Minho reads from her journal, consequently monotonous. "I would like to think that I am mature for my age because I was brought up well by my two appas who I love dearly. I like roller coasters and makeup and pink glitter makes all the monsters under my bed disappear. I used to think it was weird to have two dads and no mom, but I realized that it is not that much different. It's even trendy.
"They fight a lot, but Minho appa tells me that it's okay because they knew each other since they were in high school so it's normal to fight when you've known someone for that long. Even though they fight, they never forget to show me how much they care about me. They took me to the amusement park and bought me everything that I wanted because they don't like it when I cry.
"We even took a family photo together. I like it when they don't fight because they become funny. I love my family very much. Even if Minho appa and Jinki appa fight, I know that they still care about each other because of me. I hope that they see how much I care about them, too, because most of the time I feel ignored when they fight. And that makes me feel like… a mistake.
"They don't know that it hurts me, too, when they fight. Appas, please stop fighting and continue to love instead." He reopens the journal haphazardly and reads a forgotten line, "P.S. I hate raisins…"
There is a combination of hoots and chuckles from the rest of the class by the end of Minho's journal read. Minho warrants himself one quick glance at Jinki when Mrs. Cho comes to his side to pat him on the back. Jinki, surprisingly enough, is looking straight at him with an indecipherable glare.
Minho is the first to look away. He surrenders the photo stickers that he has, Momo, and the journal to Mrs. Cho as their final examination and returns to his seat quietly without acknowledging the stare Jinki is giving him.
∞
Minho and Jinki don't see each other again outside of school until graduation night. Minho and Jinki find themselves in the same restaurant with their families; Minho with his mother, Jinki with his parents, Lina and Lina's parents.
They were located a few tables apart. They allow each other a brief head nod and that was it. Minho is fine with that. He's more than certain that Jinki is fine with that.
"Are you okay?" Minho's mother reaches for his hand and squeezes. Minho attempts a weak smile.
"Yeah. I think I just need to go to the bathroom."
Yes, sure, of course Jinki would be in the men's bathroom washing his fucking hands. It just wouldn't be a night without that exchange of awkward stares from across the bathroom, now would it?
Minho gives another unadulterated head nod before occupying one of the stalls. He locks the door, a clear indication from his choice that he hates Jinki just as much. And that yes, he is admittedly just as fractured.
He hears doors swinging from the stalls, the main door of the lavatory swinging as well, so he's confused as to whether Jinki is still present.
It goes quiet for a second so Minho assumes that he's alone now. He is about to unlock the door when footsteps resonate towards his stall.
Minho covers his mouth with the tips of his fingers, stare directed at the foot of his door where he can see the shadow of Jinki's legs.
"I just…" Jinki whispers from the other side of the door. "I just wanted to apologize."
Minho is suddenly infuriated. He doesn't want an apology that literally has a wall in between them. He wants to punch through the wood and crack Jinki's skull.
"I don't know why I went home with you…" Minho's forehead connects with the door when Jinki's husky apology turns sour. Minho keeps his eyes open because he knows that once his eyelids drop all he will be seeing is Jinki writhing in his touch, courtesy of that one night. "I don't know how I can make this better. I just want you to know that I didn’t mean to hurt you."
You fucking idiot.
"I know." For a moment, Minho wonders if he said that out loud. "I know it's pathetic because I probably should have just said no and now everything that I'm saying is being shot to hell, but I don't want you to go on thinking that I'm doing this out of spite.
"The things I said or did… I truly meant them at the time. You've been a wonderful friend. I can't… I need to… I need to think this all through. I'm not like you. I can't just decide on something without weighing shit out.
"And you don't know how… how fucking sorry I am for being so confused and scared. You were right. I was playing with someone's emotions but I was too blind to notice whose it belonged to." Minho distinguishes a scoff after that. "I need time to catch up with you, Minho."
Minho's had enough. He pulls the door open with every intention of kicking Jinki to the ground. But when he does, the force of the swing creates a light breeze that upsets Jinki's hair, and Minho finds Jinki's eyes faintly tinted with an exhausted red. He isn't crying nor does he really look like he's on the verge of doing so, but the underlying warfare takes precedence over the things that Jinki cannot express. And the lamented naiveté painted on Jinki's features makes Minho just stand there in awe. How is it possible to want to tear someone limb from limb just to ineffectually patch them back together again?
Jinki has never been so ready to bend and break in his whole life. Everything that happened before, everything that lead up to this point defines this moment. And it's all of those incidents that disintegrate Jinki's perspective and how he sees Minho now.
This desperation is new to Jinki and he needs it like he needs a hernia.
"You would make a terrible father." Minho states without any hidden meaning. It's just one of the things reeling in his mind at the moment.
Jinki laughs, nodding his head in agreement. "I know."
"And I really hate you, Jinki. You're the worst thing that's ever happened to me. You just beat Kibum for that spot."
Jinki worries on his bottom lip, eyes narrow, head nodding slowly. "I know."
"Can you just fuck off?"
Jinki's gaze drops to his shoes, hands sticking into his pockets. He walks out of the bathroom with Minho's stare glued to his back. And he can only hope to never see the kid again, unless he's in pieces.
∞
(a/n: please play this song for the remaining
scenes. just do it. or my fish will die. of fish cancer.
yes.
yes.
it's real.)
Jinki and Lina last until University begins.
Jinki, despite his father's wishes, chooses to major in Literature and Poetry. The strength to defy his father's wishes of a degree in law sufficed all thanks to his balls finally growing to its full potential.
Walking out of his house to move into an apartment in Seoul is nothing short of a hassle. With bills to pay, Jinki finds himself a job, knowing full well that what he has saved up won't last him for three more months.
He takes a break from school to save up first. He never thought that a break would be this desirable. He slept until two in the afternoon, met girls at the restaurant he worked at-- finally grasping the essence of working hard, and playing hard.
But then it gets fearfully dark when he succumbs to sleep, waking up to no one and finally realizing early on what the worst part of losing Minho is; a vacancy in his chest that he knows he deserves.
Five months in, he gets a call from Kibum, "Jinki, I came out."
Poor guy needs a place to stay because his father expectedly kicks Kibum out of the house with a swift, "I have no gay son." and Kibum is like, "So be it!"
Kibum barely recognizes Jinki the first time they see each other again, "Did you dye your hair? Is that a stubble? No, you look good… but that facial hair has to go. It makes you look like my second uncle Yejin."
"What's wrong with that?"
"Samchon Yejin is a renowned pedophile."
Jinki asks about Minho once over a drink.
"He's going to University, majoring in photography." Kibum answers.
"Do you guys keep in touch?"
"Sometimes." Then Kibum arches a brow. "I think he's seeing someone, though."
Jinki frowns at that, killing his cigarette and downing his drink. Yeah, he smokes now, too. "I didn't ask that."
"You didn't have to, you pussy."
∞
A year passes by and Jinki finally has enough money in his bank account. Kibum decides to stay out of school so Jinki proceeds to enroll without him.
He may or may not have chosen the said university under the intention of running into Minho. Under Jinki's calculations, Minho would be a year higher than Jinki now, something that never ran through his mind when they were in high school. A lot has changed since then, Jinki thinks as he enters the university with his papers.
He gets in and enrolls under the literature and poetry course and he enters the grounds late on his first day.
He's jogging to the annex building, room 202 his paper reads. He halts in the empty corridor of the second floor, swinging his head from side to side, when he senses a pen rolling down to meet with his foot.
Jinki looks down and finds the pen, takes it in his hand, and when he straightens back up, Minho's tall form is emerging from the classroom ahead of him.
The books clipped under his arm nearly fall to the ground when he is startled to find Jinki in the corridor with an impish grin.
"Choi Minho." Jinki is the first to walk over, disregarding how he's probably going to miss his first class at this rate. He renders the pen, intentionally holding it in a way that their fingers would brush when Minho would reach for it.
"Lee Jinki." It's troublesome how easily his name spills from Minho's lips, as if over a year hasn't past at all since he first said those words. Minho stares at him with those same wide set eyes, resplendently luminous in the light. His hair is longer, unkempt in a high, short ponytail. And did he grow taller? "I didn't know anyone was in here."
Jinki can't help but notice how the tables are turned now. He remembers the earliest memory he has of speaking with Choi Minho, the manner in which he just dismissively shrugged off the other male. Jinki smiles. "I'm lost."
Minho nods his understanding, stare falling to the slip of paper in Jinki's hand. "May I?"
"You may."
"This is in the A-lex building." Minho dumbly states, holding the paper out again for Jinki to read.
"What? I thought that said annex."
"Don't worry about it." Minho continues, "That registrar woman can't write for shit."
They stand there in silence, Minho becoming pricklier in Jinki's presence than necessary.
Especially, when Jinki doesn't do that thing anymore where he looks at his shoes a lot.
"Aren't you supposed to be in class?" Minho shifts his weight around, unable to look back at Jinki without his palms sweating.
"I think I'm right where I'm supposed to be." Jinki's smirk inches wider. "Are you seeing anyone?"
"What?"
"Are you seeing anyone?"
Minho holds his breath. He knows about Kibum and Jinki living together, what he should have anticipated was Kibum's big ass mouth. "Not anymore."
"So you're single." Jinki confirms more than questions.
"I guess so."
That's when Minho realizes it. He doesn't envy a single thing about Lee Jinki. Those times back in high school when he used to fantasize about being someone similar or him exactly, those days are damned. As it turns out, Lee Jinki is one of the dumbest people, not just in their school, but on the entire planet.
Because if it takes you more than a year, an egg baby, and a zillion kajillion brawls to finally apprehend the ever incomprehensible, yet possible act of dropping it all for one person, then you're probably Lee Jinki and that's nothing be proud off.
"Are you still an idiot?" Minho asks with one brow arched.
Jinki takes out a hand and counts on his fingers, "Let's see, I moved out of my house and am now supporting myself through college just so I can major in poetry, I somehow ended up living with my cousin Kibum, and I haven't eaten anything since this morning. I had a cracker." Jinki pockets his hand. "Yes, I probably still am."
"Listen. I know that you think you're being cute right now." Minho darts a finger at one very amused Jinki. "And if you're going to ask me out, I'm letting you know right now that I'm going to make it very difficult for you."
"Name it."
"What?"
"Whatever you want in exchange for a date. Name it." Jinki takes a step closer. Cocky son of a bitch.
"I wanna punch you."
"Fine, just not on the--"
Minho's fist introduces itself with Jinki's crotch, the other male crumbling at the contact and falling on the floor while Minho shakes the pressure off his hand.
Jinki groans, "--face."
Minho picks up the books he dropped next to Jinki's head. "Are you okay?"
"You dislocated my left nut, you fucking prick, no I'm not okay."
"Shut up, you big baby."
Minho offers a hand for Jinki to pull at. Jinki refuses for two more minutes, opting to rest on the floor until his muscles are free to function again. When he stands up and tries to walk, he limps and loses his balance, leaning on the walls next to him.
Minho holds his laughter in when he slings Jinki's arm around his shoulders, helping him limp down the stairs to a bench outside.
Minho returns later with a vending machine drink in his hand.
Jinki takes the can and uses his books to cover the fact that he's pressing it against his crotch. "I probably deserved that. Were you aiming for infertility or…"
"It was just the first thing that came to mind." Minho sits next to Jinki on the bench resolutely fulfilled. "I'm good at thinking on my feet."
"On your toes." Jinki takes in a sharp hiss as a reaction to the cold. "That stings like a mother."
"Almost two years of pent up anger into that punch; it's supposed to be painful." A comfortable silence passes, seconds of sneaking glances, and Jinki in palpable discomfort."You're different." Minho observes from his side of the bench.
Jinki faces forward, wincing in the sunlight coupled with the sensation of his crotch in dire pain. "That's what almost two years of pent up anger and probable testicular cancer will do to you."
Minho bursts into laughter then, calming seconds later, punching Jinki on the shoulder lightly. Jinki groans exaggeratedly at the contact.
"I'm not sorry." Minho says to his hands. He can feel Jinki staring at him now.
"Even after all of this, me neither." Then as an afterthought, Jinki laughs into his hand and mumbles, "I can't believe I finally grew a pair only to have you punch it back to square one."
Minho huffs on his knuckles with a proud smile that reminds Jinki of everything he wants around him.
"So," Jinki inches closer cautiously so as not to disrupt the position of his crotch. "do you wanna go out and maybe adopt an egg tonight-- ow!"
Minho elbows him in the stomach before he can complete his sentence. "Shave your stubble; you look like key's uncle Yejin."
Hours before meeting Minho later that night, Jinki shaves more than what is required. Just in case.
end.
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