Open Window (OnHo) - Part 39
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Though he knew there was a bed free, Minho didn't feel sleepy for a long time, so he laid on Onew's couch while he wrote a letter to his parents. He thought about when they got it, if they'd wonder if something horrible happened to him by the time they were reading it. He wondered if right now, they were lying awake too, because they were thinking of him. He wondered if vampires would be so cruel as to pull Minho's family into this.
He thought, with all the information they had on him, they'd definitely know his family. He thought, if they were mad enough at Onew, there'd be no reason for them not to attack them.
That's why when Minho wrote the letter, he explained everything honestly, which felt like he was writing some ridiculous fantasy novel. But if he held back information, like Onew liked to do, they'd only be in more danger - right? He wanted them to be prepared.
After he'd signed his name, he thought carefully, and then added 'P.S. Decapitation and silver kills vampires.'
When he woke up, he'd ask Onew for an envelope. As he fell asleep on the couch, for some reason, was constantly annoyed by thoughts of Onew and Taemin cuddling together in bed. He told himself it was annoying him because Taemin shouldn't be feeling so safe in the arms of a murdering jackass, but just before his mind wandered off into a dream he admitted to himself that Onew's arms did seem like a nice, safe place to be...
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The toucan clock told Minho that it was around 6PM when sounds in the kitchen woke him up. Taemin was digging around to find cereal. They were both soon disappointed by a lack of milk, but ate the cereal dry with glasses of water anyway.
Taemin drove the conversation, talking about anything from his favorite cereal to his favorite books. They found that they had little in common, but the small talk was nice despite that. Taemin insisted on washing the dishes, since Minho had cooked, but Minho insisted on helping, so they were done quickly.
It was another hour of small talk before Onew came to the living room, already dressed in a two-tone shirt, vest, and jeans that looked much better on him than Taemin's did.
"I have to go eat." he said, and then his eyes narrowed. "And think. Don't go anywhere."
"I wrote a letter for my parents." Minho quickly said, "Can you mail it for me?"
"Oh! I should write to my mom." Taemin said, "I'll just tell her I'm staying with friends. She won't worry too much.
Onew scowled, "Hurry and do it."
Minho pointed underneath the bamboo coffee table, "There's paper and a pen there." If Onew minded that Minho had used his things, or that Taemin was about to, he didn't say anything. He shifted his attention to Minho, and beckoned, saying "You, come with me."
He led him through the hall, into his bedroom. Onew's bedroom had a huge bed, with a blue and white floral patterned comforter. It was once again clearly someone else's stuff, and Minho considered commenting on that, but Onew spoke before he did.
"There's plenty of clothes in here." Onew said, opening the closet door, and Minho was surprised that it actually did seem to be Onew's clothes. "You and Taemin can help yourself to whatever you fit in."
"For someone who doesn't really care about fashion.."
"I told you. It's necessary." Onew said, sitting on the bed. "For seducing and eating people, of course it's necessary."
Minho shifted uncomfortably, "Seducing? Really?"
Onew smirked, "Isn't sex the natural way of getting people to be vulnerable with you?"
"I wouldn't know." Minho said quickly.
"Because you've never had sex, or because you've never tried to make someone vulnerable?"
Minho turned red, "I see the clothes. Is that all you brought me back here for?"
"No. Sit down with me."
On a topic like that, Minho didn't feel wonderful about joining Onew on a bed, but he did it, sitting down at the corner - where two Taemin-sized people would have room to sit between them. So Onew scooted closer. "Take off your shirt."
"What?"
Onew decided he was too impatient to wait for Minho to get over the nerves, and pushed the human to lie back on the bed. Minho's instinct was to struggle as Onew leaned over him. He grabbed his shoulders and pushed, but Onew was much stronger and seemed to pay no mind, unbuttoning the gray pajama shirt he'd loaned to Minho.
Minho calmed down, thinking - as he realized he didn't feel any lust from Onew - that he was over reacting and probably just giving Onew something to laugh about. Indeed, when Onew pushed Minho's shirt open, he had a serious expression - gazing at the scratch which was already fading away.
Minho looked down at himself, "You did that? Made it heal like that?"
"Yes." Onew answered, and looked to Minho's face. "Did they hurt you? Other than this?" He was doing the 'soft eyes', and seemed extremely concerned. Minho frowned, thinking he really needed to do something about his obvious multiple personalities, but he answered "Not really. They just kept me locked up."
"Good." Onew said, but seemed in no rush to move from over top of Minho. In fact, he shifted, moving himself to sit over top of him, carefully keeping his weight off.
"What are you doing?" Minho asked.
"Looking." Onew answered, "At you." he specified.
"I don't think you have to be on top of me to do that."
Onew smiled, "You wanted to know why I bonded with you. I got mad last night before I told you."
Minho frowned, clearly irritated by the memory. "Yeah, you did, didn't you?"
"I was going to bond with someone. After seeing Jonghyun, and being scared, I just felt kind of alone. I was going to take my time and pick someone carefully, like most vampires do. But your window was open..."
"Seriously? It was because of the open window?"
Onew laughed and shook his head, "I was gonna hide out in your room, yeah, and I was gonna eat you. Because of the window. That's not why I wanted to bond with you."
"Then why?"
"It's because of your eyes." Onew said, staring deeply into them. "I've never seen eyes like yours before."
It was hardly the first compliment that Minho had received on his appearance, but he felt all heart poundy and awkward upon hearing it from Onew. He blushed and looked away, and finally said, "That's so shallow."
"I don't know." Onew said, carefully putting a hand against Minho's cheek and turning him to look at him again. "They say the eyes are a window to the soul."
"You and windows." Minho said, raising a brow.
Onew got closer then. His face moving towards Minho's, and as Minho saw it, his lips moving for his mouth, and he was going to kiss him, and Minho couldn't say stop, and he just wanted to sink down through the mattress because no matter what strange thoughts and feelings he got, Onew was a guy and--
"I'm done!" Taemin exclaimed, frolicking through the doorway.
For as strong as Onew was, he was surprisingly light, or seemed that way as Minho suddenly threw the vampire off of him. Onew tried to steady himself on the bouncy mattress while Minho hurried to his feet, quickly telling Taemin, "It isn't what it looks like!"
"...... Were you... wrestling?" Taemin asked.
"Yes." Minho said.
"No." Onew said at the same time.
They glared at each other.
"... Mmkay~. I'll leave you two alone." Taemin said, laughing awkwardly before he turned and stepped back out.
"I said it isn't like that!" Minho yelled after him.
Onew just laughed.
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Oh! Revised the notes a bit, and made an appearance guide that you can view here. :)