Love still goes on
Title: Love still goes on
Pair: -undying…lol- OnHo
Disclaimer: And for the nth time! I don’t own them T_T -don’t rub it in-
A.N/s: Well dunno if this would suit everyone’s liking but yeah. Un-beta edited. Corrections and all stuffs are welcome. *after all it’s a free country-sangtae* T^T /slaps self
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After their groups’ disbandment they decided to separate along with the group. Although their members were against it, they decided to venture without each other. They didn’t fall out of love or thought their relationship was all for show but somehow they had this doubt about ‘their love’. They thought that one day, with all the distraction and with all the freedom that’s finally bestowed upon them, they’ll commit mistake and hurt each other in the future and that was the least thing they would want to happen.
Separation was the best choice to prevent that from occurring, they both agreed. But after three months of actually living a life not surrounding each other, not seeing each other, not talking to each other, they realize there’s always something amiss in their interactions and it was nothing but the obvious absence of one of them. It killed them little by little till they couldn’t take it any longer and whatever they both feel, if one of them already moved on with their foolish break up or not, they didn’t care. They wanted to see each other. They wanted to be around one another. They wanted to talk or just listen to each other’s voices while they catch up with everything they missed on their once lover’s life.
The feeling was mutual. The moment they saw each other that one day, the bits of puzzle got back to their right places instantly. Their eyes surveyed the possible difference they had gone through but nothing seemed to have change. Minho was Jinki’s and Jinki was Minho’s, even that didn't change. It was written on their faces as they got into an awkward hug that turned to a longing one. Their smell, their voices, the way they wrapped their arms around each other. That, they enjoyed for real. Nothing was amiss anymore and all was right.
They started to be friends but just friends. The leader seemed to have his doubts about their relationship still messing on his perky mind and Minho just let him be as long as he could stay right beside Jinki. He hopes for it though. He hopes that Jinki would stop thinking too much of possibilities and starts thinking about him. About them.
A year later, nothing big change with them physically when they met again along the twin apartment that they rented at the same time. Minho had kept his hair short while Jinki did too along with its unnatural honey-color. They catch up to whatever they missed on each other for the past months of practically separating ways again because of their own family issues. Minho and Jinki ends up having sleepovers most of the time as they talk and 'venture' on other stuff as well(something both of them didn't actually talk about).
“Hey.” Minho was the first to greet after he had been away for a week to Jeju and their unbreakable smiles with each others’ sight ensued.
“How have you been?” Jinki was first to ask.
“Good and you?”
“Ecstatic.” Jinki beamed, swinging his slightly open door back and forth. Minho chuckled and watched the older act like a kid in front of him.
“I can come in right?”
“Sure!”
“And sleep over?”
“Of course!”
Minho locked his door and walked towards the shorter guy, his hand finding the other’s smaller ones which didn’t take long because the other grabbed his first, pulling him inside his flat.
“New furniture huh…”
“Yes!” Jinki beamed at him again. “I guess it took me a huge wound on my wrist-I thought I was going to die-with the dresser’s protruding frame.” He scratched his head and showed his bandaged-wrist to Minho.
“When, how-” Minho frowned and Jinki did too while he brought the slim wrist to his lips as if it will miraculously heal it.
“I’m fine, Minho-ya.” Jinki took a step closer to reach the towering member before him, reaching his gone short hair. “It’s short again. I like it.”
Minho’s eyes squinted as if he wasn’t seeing Jinki enough. He slowly held Jinki’s other hand that was tangling itself with his hair. He then brought the older’s arms on to his shoulder and let it hung there while his own arms snake its way around Jinki’s waist possessively.
“Let’s skip to sleep over, already.” Minho whispered to Jinki’s ears, enjoying how the other fidgeted and relaxed in less than a split second successively.
“Hm.” Jinki nodded as he felt Minho’s hands slip to his thighs just below his shaped-bottom.
“I’ll take care of you…” Minho whispered as he lies down with Jinki on the newly fixed bed in white, plainly embroidered bed sheet.
Jinki just nodded again as he tightens the grip on the other’s neck, their lips already brushing till it finally closes in passionate kiss along with his soft moans. Minho leaned in further, guiding Jinki’s weight on him as they went for sitting position. Jinki’s legs rested completely on Minho’s hips as they busied themselves with a long kissing session that took two and a half minutes, finding it easier to steal short air in between their kisses.
“I love you so much…” Jinki muttered, curling further to Minho’s embrace, while placing butterfly kisses on the other’s chest.
“I love you too.” Minho slowly placed the leader back on the bed, him hovering right above Jinki where he can see the other’s sweet smile solely to him.
MinHo run kisses on Jinki’s neck as he unbuttons the other’s white polo, revealing the other’s slightly toned figure that looked delicate as ever. Minho seemed to be the luckiest person to see it because Jinki never got to completely show all of his assets back when their band mates. Even he wore tanktop that traced his body, only Minho and his fellow band mates saw what’s hidden behind it.
“Ah…” Jinki moaned before bucking his hips towards the other’s erection penetrating him. He wasn’t so loud, Minho knew. Whatever they did, Jinki was the one who was silent to all of it but he makes soft sounds that heighten Minho’s arousal so much he looses control of himself. He gets rough and in great need of the other. It’s a dangerous melody to Minho’s ear and that he didn’t complain about Jinki not making loud noises or he would’ve gone crazy. Jinki’s voice was his weakness beside his flashy-goofy smile.
“Minho…” Jinki eyed the other’s hungry expression before he tried to lift himself up, straining the muscle tightening between his thighs. He didn’t care though because he hated how deprive the younger of them look as they made love. It wasn’t attractive to him but since he loves Minho he took the initiative to calm the young man every now and then. “Take it easy.” Jinki beamed as Minho’s eyes averted back to him and not to what he was doing.
“I’m sorry,” Minho said in between hoarse pants, still pounding on Jinki but wasn’t as aggressive and needy like what he was awhile ago. Jinki shook his head and whispered ‘it’s alright’.
It was more pleasurable now that Jinki yet again moaned to the heavens in soft melody. Minho ears rung again and was bound to get rough once more but Jinki knew it already and reached for his face quickly for a kiss. His hand hung on Minho as he ruffled the young man’s soft black hair and the other relaxed on his arms.
“Ah!” Minho gasped reaching his peak finally and falling completely to Jinki’s body, compress in the other’s own mess mixed with his.
“There goes my new bed sheet,” Jinki cracked and he felt Minho’s grin on his neck before the other completely peeled away from him, letting the sheet wipe off a bit of their messy bodies.
“I’m sorry but it was bound to be that way later in the evening anyway. It just happened a lot earlier. I’ll just buy you a new one.” Minho smiled and changed their position; Jinki now, was resting on top of him.
“I knew this was going to happen and so I bought a couple of it-I can’t believe a bought three of it in a very cheap price!” Jinki sounded excitedly as he looked at the younger’s proud gaze at him.
“Good job, hyung. You deserve a kiss.” Minho smiled widely before meeting Jinki’s lips who agreed to his reward. “Hyung,” Minho pulled back and Jinki rested his head on Minho’s chest.
“hm?”
“Let’s get together again. What we said before, it’s pointless now.” Minho reached for Jinki’s face.
“I…I don’t know-” Jinki’s face was forced slightly on Minho’s line of vision.
“Look,” Minho muttered in seriousness. “We love each other and I’m very confident about it already. For the whole year we tried separating and enjoying ourselves in our new found freedom but the enjoyment ends on each other’s apartment, just like now.”
“Was it a year already?”
Minho grew a smile and Jinki did too. “You finally gave up. We meet up everyday, do ‘things’ together on afternoons and sleepover on Fridays. We didn’t actually separate, not at all.”
“Then why did you wait for a year to pass? You should’ve confronted me about it.” Jinki punched Minho’s shoulder playfully but the next punch got caught up to the other’s hand, till it was showered by kisses that made Jinki’s knuckle all ticklish.
“Because I too wanted to know if what we have was something real and a year of totally getting crazy over you and missing you so much proved it was. And it’s our 200th day anniversary hyung.” Minho laughed as Jinki rolled on the side of his bed and took the calendar on his hands. He mentally counted the day they got together but it didn’t take long because he was good at math and Minho was too happy seeing the older’s flustered look.
“Oh god! Double celebration!” Jinki clapped his hands before Minho took it again and he was back on top of the younger.
“Let’s invite the others over.”
“Yes!”
“I’ll call them and you prepare something to eat?”
“Ok!” Jinki got off the bed excitedly, picking up his polo and boxers and ends up tripping on the doorway over a dust. “I’m fine!”
Minho laughed in pure adoration with his lover’s condition that over the years, incurable. He then grabbed his pants on the floor and searched for his phone while thinking who to call first among their band mates. He thought of Key all of a sudden because he knew he never let his phone a centimeter away from him.
“Hey, hyung renovated his own apartment and he wants us to celebrate it with him. Contact Taemin and Jonghyun-hyung afterwards about it. I got to help Jinki before he plans to break every glassware he has at his kitchen.”
“Ok," Key chuckled. "I’ll bring some sparkling white-”
“We already have enough soju here, don’t bother-”
“Nah, isn’t it your 200th day anniversary? Double celebrations need more punch,” Key explained and Minho was half surprise he knew about it.
“How-”
“Jinki asked me before to remind me of your anniversary.” Key said in between mild irritation and amusement.
“But we aren’t together…” Minho trailed off in incoherent manner that Key rolled his eyes in disbelief to what he was hearing.
“Yah, do you honestly think you can fool us?. You guys stated you separated yet you rented a twin apartment and you stay at hyung’s apartment everyday like your own flat’s just a mere decoration. I’m not stupid. None of us is. We knew that you guys are having sleepovers on Fridays too, FYI!”
“Wow,” Minho chuckled.
“You guys are weirdoes!”
“You’re gay.”
“You too!”
“I admitted that a long time ago, I thought you’re smart.”
“Fuck you Minho!”
“Bye Kibum-hyung.” Minho chuckled before snapping his phone close, clothing himself with Jinki’s smaller, in length, polo.
“Hyung that’s mine, you’re wearing.” Minho pointed while smirking at the sight of the shrunken leader.
“That’s why it was longer!” Jinki sounded dumb and Minho laughed loudly. “Mean! Here’s your-”
“No keep it. It looks cute on you,” Minho walked towards the slightly embarrassed leader before wrapping him in an embrace.
“Yah, Minho-ya… I’m working. Ah…” Jinki moaned again, before sinking in Minho’s touch.
“What to do hyung?” Minho bit his lips as the sound of the leader’s moaned replayed in his head. Jinki knew what was going to happen and it was really a problem dealing with Minho’s ‘seconds’ because he can’t resist the younger man at all.
“Hey the others might-
“I don’t think they’ll come early.” Minho traced kisses along Jinki’s expose neck before lifting the older up to the counter top.
“Let’s do it in the shower… so we can clean up afterwards.” Jinki palmed his head in sheer embarrassment of what he just said or suggested for that matter and Minho looked triumphant as always.
“Ok!” it was Minho’s turn to get all excited and Jinki could only comply with his lover’s need, now that adorable grin was presented before him that made Jinki realize Minho was after all younger than him and not the other way around.
Ding Dong
“Oh damn it…”
“I told you!” Jinki squirmed but Minho wasn’t letting him go.
“Hyung! My key’s under the doormat. You guys stay there for awhile 'til we’re finish FIXING stuffs here!” Minho reasoned out and Jinki blinked at him in disbelief.
“Fixing what? Jinki’s underpants! YOU LIAR!” Key shouted in annoyance. Jonghyun and Taemin’s laughter echoes down the hall that made the two wonder if they knew it wasn’t just them leaving at the apartment.
“Jonghyun-hyung, Taemin, you go instead and lock Key out!” Minho announced and the two’s laughter got louder as they both said. “Roger!” Key’s threats ensued and Minho’s apartment door was slammed open wildly.
“So no overnights?” Jinki suddenly thought aloud and Minho grew a smirk on his face.
“There is of course. Change place. They can stay at your apartment for the night while you stay in mine. You can sleep with me there.”
“Ok…” Jinki trailed off unsure of something and Minho suddenly locked their lips together for a few good seconds of his life.
“I meant ‘sleep with me’ in both ways.”
“Ok.”
The sound of the shower broke the slight silence after the two decided not to talk but to ‘work’ instead. Jinki’s soft moans echoed inside the shower along with the splashing of water and its Minho’s new favorite melody.
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A.N/s: Dunno why I wrote this but anyway I just wanted to post this. I hope you guys won't bash it as much if it isn't to your liking... hehe.
I've been deprived of OnHo because I was busy and I had piles of stories to read and I haven't seen any of it just because of work
flooding in T^T. psssh.... life's a biatch
