Open Window (OnHo) - Part 30
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Was difficult this time around, lovely readers. This part is pretty much 100% filler, but necessary filler at least. I shall be excited to write 31. Oh yeah though, 30 parts. WIN. On another note, happy birthday Jongie! Now on with the part...
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"What's wrong with my clothes?" Taemin asked Onew. He was staring at Key and Jonghyun, who seemed to be minding their own business at the other side of the car, but for all he knew they could teleport over in a split second and eat him up.
"Of all the things they've done to you, you're going to let what they said about clothes bother you?"
"That's because you don't like them either, Noodle." Taemin pulled on the fakely tattered sleeve of Onew's t-shirt. "I think you look cute."
"You're not looking at me. You're staring at them."
"Because they might come at me." Taemin whined. "Look.." he lowered his voice, "Jongie keeps looking."
"Why wouldn't he? Your heart is pretty much shouting for vampire attention. That, and you are staring at him."
"You can hear my heartbeat?"
"Loud and clear." Onew gave a sigh, "We have excellent hearing."
"... Did he hear me call him Jongie?"
"That would explain why he's glaring at you now, wouldn't it?"
Taemin lowered his voice to a very soft whisper, "How am I going to get to a hotel room? What if they follow me?"
"You'll get in a taxi." Onew crossed his arms, slouching a bit in his seat. "Stop worrying so much. I'm trying to concentrate."
"On what?"
"Minho's feelings."
"Oh..." Taemin tore his eyes from the two, looking instead at Onew. "How is he?"
"Surprisingly okay, considering his situation." Onew smiled, proud. "Hopefully it lasts."
Taemin looked back to Jonghyun and Key. "You won't let them get him. No matter what. Right?"
Onew didn't answer the question, standing up instead. "I'm going to power up. Sit tight. They're not going to hurt you in public."
Taemin stiffened, looking horrified.
"You still have your secret weapon."
Taemin nodded, but didn't relax.
"I'll be back soon." Onew promised, and then walked to the next car.
Key looked up from his phone, smiling and waving at Taemin.
Taemin shifted closer to the old man nearly napping by his side.
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The Council building was like a maze. Minho was confused, following Krystal around corner after corner, finally finding what seemed to be a hidden set of stairs that led to an open doorway.
"Here you are." she said, breaking their small silence. "Good luck again, Minho. I'll see you auction time."
He nodded at her, too nervous to remember the simple word 'thanks' and cursing himself when she turned a corner, and he'd realized he'd forgotten to say it.
He turned back and stepped into the room. It was big, and reminded Minho of the studio where he'd studied martial arts for a period of time. There was a long table along one of the walls, which seemed to have heaps of junk from where he was standing.
Two men stood in the room. One was Nichkhun. The other, he didn't recognize, but he at least appeared less friendly than Nichkhun did. (Not that Nichkhun had turned out to be friendly anyway...)
Nichkhun smiled at him, "You look much better now."
Minho's head throbbed, as if even his body wanted to defy Nichkhun. He didn't say anything.
"Don't be so angry. I have a feeling this auction will go well for you. When that annoying bond is gone, you'll feel much better."
"I'm not going to belong to anyone other than Onew."
The other man spoke, his voice contrasting to the smooth and charismatic Nichkhun. He was casual, saying, "Oh so it's like that, huh? Yeah, people are gonna eat that shit up." the man nodded to Nichkhun, "I know what to do with him."
"Good. You can take him, then."
The man shook his head, "I'm gonna leave him up here. Bring him down at the end, make it like, a big deal surprise thing. I don't want anybody saving their money for him."
Minho got more and more frustrated standing there, listening to them talk as if he wasn't in the room. He was thinking again about going for the escape, but he tried to remain calm and think clearly. Chances that he could get out were slim, and anyway, he still had Jessica to hope for.
Though honestly, he'd wished he'd heard that from the vampire herself, instead of her bonded. Minho thought Krystal seemed a little optimistic, and Jessica hadn't seemed to care that much for him.
"He'll be here~." Nichkhun was saying, as the man headed off down what seemed to be yet another hidden set of stairs.
Nichkhun finally turned to Minho once again, addressing him. "Come right over here." he said, stepping to a small door, and opening it to reveal a closet.
The closet was dark, and Minho squinted at what seemed to be a lot of leather belts.
"Get in." Nichkhun said.
"Have I tried to run so far?" Minho asked nervously.
"There's a first time for everything. Now get in before I make you get in."
Minho obediently took a step into the closet, and was pushed in the rest of the way. The door shut behind him, and he was left in darkness. Yet another cell.
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