White Noise - Part 42
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The car ride had become so uncomfortably silent by the time they parked at Minseok's apartment building that Joon had began whistling. Minho mumbled "thank you", and grabbed the door handle, but Onew's hand tightened on his and he knew to stay still.
"Joon," Onew said.
Joon stopped whistling, "What is it?"
"I am.." Onew said, "You have done more for me, than I have for you."
"Mm.. prooobably." Joon said, looking to the backseat with a smile. "So, you owe me one? Sorry, but I don't really like your help. It usually fucks things up."
It was so hilariously true that Minho literally couldn't even laugh.
"The best thing you can do is get out of my life quick as possible." Joon said, turning back to the front.
"Yeah. I wanted to apologize." Onew said seriously.
"I forgive you." Joon said, looking back at Onew.
Onew smiled and let go of Minho's hand. Minho slowly took the door handle and pushed it open, making sure there was nothing else before climbing out of the less than pleasant to be in car. As Onew climbed out after him, he leaned back in just to say, "And I forgive you for selling me out to Jessica~."
He closed the door and took Minho's hand once again, guiding him to the front of the building.
"You forgive him for that?" Minho asked, not so sure that he himself did.
"No," Onew said softly, "But it's better if he thinks I did."
"Do you have a cell phone?" Minho asked. "It's better if I call him before we go."
"Give me a moment." Onew replied, and leaned against the siding of the building with a sigh. Minho raised a brow, watching him, "Are you tired?"
"I'm relieved." Onew met Minho's eyes, squeezing his hand. "Since I've been alive - since I can remember, I've never felt as horrible as when I lost you. Not even when Jonghyun..." he broke off, turning his head away. "Not ever."
Minho wasn't sure what to say. His life had been horrible enough since Onew had been in it, but Onew's own life seemed something like hell. It was alarming, anyway, that the moment he lost him would be the worst. Though, Minho could easily say, "It did suck."
Onew looked back at him with the smallest grin, where his fangs could just be seen at the corners of his mouth. Minho blushed, thinking it was cute. "Yeah," Onew said, before he looked away again. "I felt kind of human."
"You felt.. human?"
"Like my heart was going to explode if I didn't save you."
"Ah.. is that human?"
"It felt like..." Onew stepped from the building, turning more fully to Minho. "Well, it felt like something."
"I get that you're trying to get to your point" Minho said, pulling his hand from Onew's and crossing his arms. "It's really cold out here though."
"It felt like love."
Minho's eyes widened as he stared at Onew, who suddenly looked sad and.. then he felt it again. Onew's emotions almost as if they were his own, and this time it was an emotion he knew too well, and it was fear. Like walking through a dark hall and being worried a ghost would pop out, only the emotion seemed completely inappropriate for the situation.
"You love me.. Onew?" Minho asked, so silent as he awaited a response that he may have been holding his breath.
"When our bond broke, I shouldn't have cared about you, then. Not as much as I did, but I.. did stupid things, unable to think of anything but getting you back. Even now, I don't feel like I have all of you back." Onew sighed again and grabbed Minho's arms, pulling both of his hands into his grip. "But yes. I love you."
"I don't... love you." Minho said, his voice quiet enough to be called a whisper. "Onew, this isn't love."
Onew shook his head and released Minho's hands, only to wrap his arms tightly around him, dropping his head onto his shoulder. "This is love."
It was a feeling that shot through Minho, and nothing about it seemed to particularly stand out from any other feeling... It made his heart flutter, but so did fear or nerves or a crush on a girl. Otherwise, it was.. comfort. Something like feeling safe, or learning everything would be okay. It was a nice feeling, and as much as Onew believed it was love, Minho did too. It just wasn't his.
He put a hand against Onew's back, frowning and lying his own head on Onew's shoulder. "I'm sorry."
"Don't be. You'll feel it."
"What?"
"I'm very lovable when I'm not getting people into trouble~." Onew said jokingly against Minho's neck.
"You're joking about this?" Minho asked, almost laughing.
"What else can I do to break up the tension?" Onew pulled away from him, "It's not like I can point out you have a hard on when you don't."
Humor gone, Minho sounded scolding. "I don't always.. when you say I do."
"Didn't you say you were cold?" Onew asked. "Ah.. or did I warm you up?"
Minho pouted and lead the way inside, figuring it was no good arguing with him now.
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