Delusion - Oneshot
Title: Delusion
Chapters: Oneshot
Pairing: Onew/Jonghyun
Rating: G
Genre: Humour
Warnings: Sexual references
Summary: Onew hears a rather…heated encounter between Jonghyun and Key.
This little thing is dedicated to my irreplacable soulmate n_k_zanzibar <3
Onew had been robotically washing the dishes since the group had finished dinner (Key swore someone other than him had to do it because he made the fucking food every night), and he admitted he had never been less fascinated by anything in his life. All he had to do was grab a grimy plate full of food remnants that the members had left behind, drench it in some unforgiving scolding water, squeeze a good amount of soap onto it, scrub with a brush, rinse, and repeat. And that was it. It had to be set on loop because the number of dirty plates seemed to somehow never decrease (where the fuck did they all come from anyway?), and Onew tried his best, without missing a step, to act like a more or less sufficient dishwasher stand in. Onew didn't mind physical labor, far from it, but he hated repetition. It was mundane and sent thoughts flying off to some far away distant place; at the moment that place was an island with sunshine and a perfectly functioning dishwasher.
All but absorbed in his own boredom and misery, Onew felt a bit like a dead vegetable, to put it delicately. He wouldn’t really be surprised if he lost a few brain cells in the process of cleaning up, he might even loose the feeling in his fingers. But that was until he heard faint noises coming from one of the bedrooms, breaking his automated cycle.
"O-ow...Key...Key, stop it!"
Onew frowned, slowing his hand that was scrubbing a plate with green liquid, the same plate he'd been scrubbing for a good period of time. He recognized the voice as Jonghyun's, never failing to pick him out from a crowd, and stilled himself (and his scrubbing), so he could hear what was going on.
"Jonghyun you big baby, just relax. It will be over in a second." Key's voice followed, frustration sounding easily through the paper thin walls.
Onew almost dropped the plate he'd been holding, but remembering not to because my fucking god he did not want anyone singing the Onew sangtae song again when they knew he hated it.
He found himself wiping his hands lazily off on the back of his jeans, abandoning the dishes and walking closer in order to pick up the conversation between Jonghyun and Key, taking place behind Key’s bedroom door.
As soon as he neared he heard Jonghyun cry out, catching him off guard. "Don't do it! Y-you'll stretch my hole!"
There was a snap somewhere inside Onew's head, and he froze to the spot like he’d been drenched with cold water. What the fuck. What the fuck was going on in there.
"That's the point, baby. Now stay still." Key mumbled, almost not loud enough for Onew to hear.
Something twisted painfully in Onew’s stomach, and his eyebrows furrowed, following the deepening frown on his face. He didn't really know what to do, and didn't know what to think. He felt kind of awkward standing there.
"A-ah..." His face dropped when he heard Jonghyun moan, a sound he was fairly accustomed to, but only when the younger was bucking writhing beneath him. Beneath him...not with Key. What the fuck was Key doing to make him moan? What the-
"N-ngh...uh..." He felt as if he'd literally stopped breathing altogether when Jonghyun's whimper-like noises didn't stop. His hands subconsciously balled into fists.
"It hurts...t-take it out!"
"Just let me stick it in properly, and stop being so whiny! It will stop hurting after a little while."
"B-But it doesn't fit!"
"I'll fucking make it fit."
Onew's back hit the wall beside the door and he realized that his head had turned cold, and there was now a splitting pain on the back of his head where he’d made contact with the wall.
"I-I'll tell Onew! He'll-"
"He can't help you. Just stay fucking still and it won’t hurt as much."
That was it. That was fucking it. No way was Onew going to stand by and let Key do whatever the fuck he was doing to his Jonghyun, so shamelessly and so fucking loudly.
The leader pushed himself off the wall, grabbing the doorknob unforgivingly and almost pounded in the door.
"Key, what the fuck-" He started, but never got to finish.
He'd been up to his head with blind rage, expecting to open the door to a scene no less than explicit, with Jonghyun vulnerable and in tears and Key on top of him and... instead he'd walked in to find the pair sitting next to each other on the bed, both fully clothed and...poised.
Key was busy doing something with his hands by Jonghyun's ear, and the smaller had his face contorted in pain, tears welling up in his eyes, but not spilling over.
When Jonghyun spotted Onew he immediately got up off the bed and pulled his head out of Key's grasp. The next thing Onew knew, Jonghyun ran into his arms, burying his face in his chest, and then he heard Jonghyun sniff.
"Make him stop, Onew, he's hurting me..."
Onew could honestly say he was thoroughly confused, and he looked over to Key who sighed in exasperation.
"Key, what the hell's going on?" He asked, voice slightly laced with anger, bringing his arms around Jonghyun to comfort him.
Key rolled his eyes, leaning backwards on the bed with his arms supporting his body.
"He won't let me do it." He huffed, as if he couldn't believe it, and sounded utterly offended. Onew tried to calm himself before he asked do what? But Key beat him to it. "I told him to not fucking take it out because it's going to be a bitch to get back in, but he wouldn't listen, so now I have to fucking stick the earring back in for him, and he won't even let me try!"
"It hurts!" Jonghyun whined from Onew's chest, voice muffled into his shirt and sounding so childish Onew had to suppress a laugh.
"Whatever, Jjong! No pain, no gain! Now do you want to keep that piercing or not? If you don't let me stick it back in it will it will re-grow!"
Onew let out a breath he didn't even know he had been holding and smiled to himself in relief. His earring. He chuckled.
"Get him over here, will you?" Key demanded, tapping his foot on the carpeted floor and crossing his arms, giving off the impression that he was definitely not in the mood to be debated with.
Onew looked down at the boy in his arms, then to Key, and back again. Jonghyun didn't move, he looked so comfortable in his arms. It was cute. "Maybe, uh...maybe you should wait with trying to put it back in. Can't you see he's hurting?"
Key scoffed, instantly getting up and heading for the door, sending Onew a pissed off look. "Fuck you, Jinki. I knew you'd take his side. You whipped bitch. God, why do I even bother being nice anymore?"
And with that he stormed out of the room, slamming the door shut behind him. Faintly yelling something about how the two of them would get no dinner tonight and would sleep outside, but Onew ignored it.
Instead he turned back to Jonghyun who was still cuddled against his chest like a baby.
"Jjongie, where does it hurt?"
Jonghyun hesitated before pulling his face away and looking up at his savior, pointing a finger towards his left ear. Onew saw it was tainted an unnatural red color, and seemed slightly sore.
Jonghyun didn't appear to be able to deal well with the pain, so he bent down and kissed it lightly, hoping to ease Jonghyun's discomfort. It was the only thing he propperly knew how to do, and never god tired of.
"Better?"
Jonghyun nodded quietly, hiding a small smile that was spreading on his lips.
Onew smiled to himself, thankful that he was still useful and able to fix things. He stayed in that position with Jonghyun a little longer, just because he didn't want to let go, and swayed them from side to side as he basked in his new found contentment. His smile was wide, but he got a sinking feeling in his stomach, when he felt like he'd forgotten something, on the topic of fixing things, which made him still.
Shit. The dishes. The pile had never decreased.
"LEE JINKI!!"
Needless to say Onew and Key didn't talk to each other for a good while after that.