Open Window (OnHo) - Part 41
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Onew was in a great mood when he got home. He'd brought with him more fried chicken than Minho and Taemin were probably capable of eating, but the two certainly didn't complain about it. Between eating, they both explained what they'd seen - or rather, hadn't seen - on the news.
"It figures." Onew said. "The Council is probably doing their thing to make sure your stories don't become widespread.. it's not uncommon."
"Hm. Don't you want some chicken, Noodle?"
"I ate." Onew answered, and was pleased to see Minho blush the way he seemed to so easily do. He looked closely at him, and added "It was really good." with a smirk. As predicted, Minho grew even more red, and tossed Onew the slightest of glares.
"I'll take chicken over blood any day. that I am human." Taemin said.
"This is sort of surprising, considering how you used to dress." Onew said, allowing his attention to drift away from Minho's cuteness. Taemin was wearing a loose pair of designer jeans and a black and white striped hoodie tanktop. This was much better than the first Taemin, he thought. Even with the healing scratch across his face.
"Based on the people who I've met that enjoy blood, I looked much less like them before I wore their clothes~." Taemin said matter-of-factly.
"Oh, we used to look a little more like that. Then most of us got tired of feeling stupid."
Minho laughed, "You care way more about fashion than you want to admit." he told Onew.
Onew glared at him, "I'm teasing him."
Minho was still smiling when he looked at Taemin, "You should dress how you feel comfortable. Your clothes weren't that bad. Just weird."
"Thank you." Taemin said, and then happily bit more chicken.
They continued to talk, and occasionally.. rather, surprisingly frequently, laugh.
Onew, at some point, mocked the stereotypical vampire ("I vant to suck your blood."), and tried to make it sound scary - to no avail. Taemin and Minho just continued to laugh at the attempts.
Minho commented on how vampire sports must be extremely interesting, because of their super strength. Onew told him that as far as he knew, vampires didn't play sports, and so Minho immediately challenged him to a game of soccer one day.
For some reason or another, Taemin showed them his impression of a zombie doing the robot, which made Minho laugh too much to really hear the brief discussion Taemin and Onew had about whether or not zombies could exist. (They both decided it was possible.)
Eventually, after showers and pajamas, dawn was near, and it was time to sleep again. Onew asked Taemin if he wanted to sleep with him, but Taemin quickly dismissed the offer. "I'm going to have good dreams tonight." he said enthusiastically.
"Then you'll sleep with me." Onew told Minho, "You're not sleeping on the couch again."
"Maybe I'll sleep under your bed." Minho suggested.
"Nope. You're gonna sleep with me and like it." Onew said, grinning.
The smiles had faded away by the time they got into the bedroom. Minho laid down, feeling honestly guilty for how much fun he'd had today, when his family was at home, undoubtedly worrying.
"You sent that letter, right?"
"I did." Onew responded, getting into bed next to Minho. "It will head towards your family tomorrow.
"Good." Minho said.
Onew moved onto his stomach, leaning over top of Minho, about to speak when Minho quickly said - "Don't try anything."
Onew smiled fondly, "You think I was going to?"
"It wouldn't be the first time, right?" Minho responded, glaring at the vampire, who was already too close for his liking.
"The second, I think, and if I don't get to third, I believe I won't get the charm."
"Just lay off." Minho sighed, and then muttered bitterly, turning on his side away from Onew. "It's not like you haven't got off once today."
"Jealous." Onew said with a grin.
"I'm not."
"Good, because you shouldn't be. I don't want anyone as much as I want you.." Onew waited what was probably several minutes of Minho being stiff and quiet, before the human turned over again onto his back.
"Are you serious?" he asked, sounding annoyed, as if he was pretty much directly asking for Onew to quit the games. Instead, Onew turned onto his side, and pulled Minho against him in a hug. "Yes." he said, "I am."
Onew's body wasn't cold.. but it wasn't warm either. He felt to be a bit under room temperature, but that felt kind of nice because Minho was feeling hot. Besides, Onew was especially soft. The word 'soft' came to mind a lot when Minho thought of Onew. He wasn't sure why that seemed like the most accurate word. There was nothing soft about his fangs, for one thing.. speaking of...
"Are you going to bite me again?"
"One day." Onew answered. "Of course. When I'm not worried about you."
"Will there ever be a day like that?" Minho asked.
"I don't know." Onew said simply.
Because Onew's head rested closer to the headboard than Minho's, Minho actually felt shorter than Onew for once, and had to look up at his vampire's face. "What about Taemin?"
"I don't know about Taemin either."
Minho closed his eyes, turning into Onew's embrace and moving one of his own arm's around the vampire. It just felt undeniably safe there, close to him. Even though Onew had said 'I don't know', Minho suddenly felt hopeful.
He felt Onew's lips brush lightly cross his forehead, then even over his eyelids. He tilted his head back, thinking for just a moment that if Onew's lips touched his, it wouldn't be so bad. They never did, though. They fell asleep that way holding onto each other, barely an inch between their mouths.
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:X I'm not so good at fluff, so I hope this turned out okayyyy....