#onho: prompts

[onho8991]

Currently I will be taking some prompts off this list for short drabbles, maybe spread a little joy during this difficult time

eta/ if you want to see something particular with the prompt you can tack that on, but likely I will only work in strictly au settings

[0nho]

I'm crying

also this one, no cap:

Story:

Minho and Jinki always seemed to get along well. They had the same interests and were always chatting away. It was no wonder that Jinki thought of Minho as a friend. One day, however, Jinki noticed something strange. Every time he looked at Minho, he seemed to be looking away. Jinki didn't want to ruin their friendship so he didn't say anything, but he was curious. Eventually, he decided to ask Minho what was wrong.

[jinkisbelly]

#5

Unrelated two word prompt thingies, others here [x] I hope onho is alright!

Maybe it was a bad idea to rush outside in the middle of a snowstorm in just a sweater, but Jinki figured if it was quick enough getting his laptop from the trunk of his car the cold wouldn’t be felt as much. Which was true, until a large wad of snow shattered against the side of his face. His feel slipped from under him as he fell back, glasses knocked askew on his face, and ass throbbing as he fell on the half iced sidewalk. Now the cold was seeping into his bones, the snow melting into his clothes and making him shiver as he pushed up on the ground with a groan. He was reaching up to fix his glasses when a slight shadow fell over him.

“I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to hit you.”

Squinting for a moment as he wiped the dripping snow from the lenses, he finally took notice of the man standing in front of him. Snug in at least three scarves and a coat twice as big as the man had to be, was the man who always got his mail at the same time as him in his apartment building. “It’s alright. I should have been looking where I was walking.”

“No, I was trying to hit that asshole over there.” The man pointed behind him. Leaning slightly to his right, Jinki could look past him to follow the hand, to see someone with bright green hair and a tiny smile. “Kibum ducked and you were the unfortunate target. I’m so very sorry. I’ll pay for dry cleaning or anything. Are you hurt?” 

-----

Leave it to Minho to not only hit someone else in the face with a snowball he threw like a fast pitch in baseball, but it HAD to be the cute man he always saw by the mailboxes. One that he maybe got up and extra thirty minutes every morning just to run into, maybe, and one that he might want to do disgusting romantic things with like hold his hand and make him laugh. He couldn’t place the expression on the man’s face and that frightened him more than it probably should. He half expected to be cursed at, but instead a soft smile pulled at the man’s lips. “I’m fine, if a bit bruised. If that is Kibum, maybe I ask your name?” 

“Oh uh Minho. Choi Minho. I live in the-”

“In the same apartment. You grunt at me when I say good morning to you at the mailboxes.” 

“Oh. Heh Yeah.” He scratched the back of his head free of the mass of scarves and hat. “I’m not much of a morning person.” 

“My name is Lee Jinki.” Oh no. Minho felt his heart thump as Jinki fought with the sleeves of his sweater to offer his hand. The thin digits were way too cold for comfort and all he wanted to do was rub them between his own to warm them up. He’s too cute and Minho wants to melt. “Be more careful, Minho. You might hit someone who wants revenge next time. See you around.” 

Jinki turns and continues on his way. Minho watches him walk away for a few seconds before turning on his heel and wave his fists at Kibum who’s absolutely losing it. It’s on the way out of the small yard outside of the building that a snowball smacks him directly in the face. He sputters, wiping it quickly, half expecting to see Kibum staying there grinning. The man IS laughing, but he wasn’t the culprit. 

A wink and a cheeky grin were given from the shorter man up by the door to the apartment building. Minho thinks he might be in love. How dare. 

[minhoandthebabes]

If you want for the winter writing prompts : 20 or 36 or 100 (sorry it's hard to chose only one out of 100!) and any pairing you feel like writing

Months later, and due to quarantine, I have actually finished one of these prompts.. thank you for your patience anon ;; 

https://archiveofourown.org/works/23557627 

[smoldinopup]

My dearest SHINee fic writers and readers,

@summerof5HINee are currently holding a SHINee fan fic feast on Twitter. I think that’s a wonderful idea because it’s something from fans for fans. It’s not a competition, just an attempt to put more SHINee fics into this world. ^^

The feast is currently in in its prompt claiming phase, There are over 90 prompts to choose from with various parings, so please take a look when you are interested in contributing.

Here you will find the spreadsheet with all prompts and here the form you have to fill out when you want to claim a prompt. The prompts that are crossed out have already been claimed. 

More information on the event you can either find on their Twitter page (as linked above) or on their summerofshineecarrd. ^^

[taemwritesshit]

ficlet requests

if anyone wants to send me quotes, words, concepts, or anything that they’d want to see written out, i’ll be accepting them in order to get ready for jjongsmonth and be inspired !

[shitfics]

ontae "my friend needs to see I'm dating someone so they'll stop including me in blind dates-yes, I know we're not dating, but still". I miss you and your writing and I was worried about you, I really hope you're okay

Thank you bb <3 I missed being here too, honestly. I think it's gonna take some time for me to get back into things (hence the delay on this...sorry!) I really am doing well, though. ^^ I've just been throwing myself fully into my wip that I can't post here cause I'm hoping to get it published someday (which I really, really extra want to do now so I can dedicate it to Jong).

I hope you're alright too <3

(Also sorry this ends a bit abruptly...I feel a bit odd posting smut after so long. ^^;)

---

Jinki’s mood drops the instant he reads the text lighting up his screen. Yet again, his friend had turned what should’ve been a fun and relaxing night of drinking into a matchmaking ordeal. With a long sigh, he stands and begins the short walk across the building to Taemin’s desk.

He hadn’t wanted to resort to this, but he doesn't have a better idea. Kibum still doesn’t believe that he’s really fine with being single.

When he reaches Taemin’s desk, the screen flickers as he quickly switches out of whatever he’d been looking at. Jinki ignores it and leans over the small partition behind his monitor.

“Would you want to go out for drinks after work, since it’s a Friday?”

“Nah.” Taemin shakes his head. “That new game came out, remember?”

“Could you put it off till tomorrow?” Jinki asks, feeling desperate. "My friend needs to see I'm dating someone so they'll stop including me in blind dates--” When Taemin opens his mouth to interrupt, he holds up a hand to stop him. “Yes, I know we're not dating, but still. I’m desperate to get him off my back."

Resting his chin in his hands, he looks up at Jinki with a raised brow. “I don’t see how me being there will help. Or why you even agree to go on these blind dates in the first place...”

“I don’t! Kibum just springs single guys on me once we’ve already agreed to hang out.” Jinki holds out his phone to show Taemin the offending text. “We made plans yesterday to grab drinks, and only now he tells me he’s inviting some random guy he thinks I’d ‘get along with.’”

Taemin smiles sympathetically. “He’s just trying to help you get over your ex, I’m sure.”

“I am over him.” Jinki tucks his phone into his pocket with a scowl. “But I don’t want to throw myself back out there yet. I want to meet someone organically for a change.”

“Well, good luck with that,” Taemin scoffs. “It’s nearly impossible to meet someone that’s gay and your type without looking.”

“Maybe, yeah. But I don’t care right now. I just want to go out for drinks with my friend...” He grips the top of Taemin’s monitor and sighs, putting on his best pitiful look. “So please come with? I’ll buy you as many appetizers as you want. I know they have those fried pickles you like.”

Taemin stares up at him, as if assessing the authenticity of the offer, before finally nodding. “Fine, I’ll come. Just don’t expect me to put much effort into it.”

“I think just having you there should be deterrent. He’ll assume enough from that.”

Jinki smiles and gives him a quick thanks, then returns to his desk. The rest of the day passes quickly, and when the office closes, Taemin walks with him for the short trip down to the nearby bar. The place is just filling in for the Friday night, and Kibum -- and the poor single soul he’d invited long with him -- are easy to find near the counter.

Kibum smiles when he spots Jinki. “I figured you’d show up soon. Looking forward to the weekend?”

“Obviously.”

Jinki grins back at him, but his smile falls when Kibum pulls the stranger he’d brought by the arm and tugs him closer.

“This is Minho. I met him through a work dinner a while back, so I thought I’d invite him out with us.”

Kibum watches, obviously eager, as Jinki extends his hand to shake Minho’s.

“Nice to meet you,” Minho says.

Jinki smiles back at him. “You too.”

Minho’s handshake is firm, and he’s good-looking and tall, but he seems a few years younger -- not at all Jinki’s type.

The moment his hand is pulled back, Taemin steps forward himself. “Hi, Minho. I’m Taemin.”

Kibum frowns at the interruption to his match-making. “I don’t think we’ve met before. Did Jinki bring you?”

“Yeah,” Jinki says, placing a casual hand on Taemin’s shoulder. “We work together, so I figured I’d invite him along.”

“Oh.” Kibum’s brows rise with interest. “You never mentioned him before.”

Jinki shrugs. “You find my job boring, so I don’t talk about it much.”

“True,” Kibum agrees. He glances to Minho, whose attention has already shifted to one of the soccer games playing on the televisions behind the bar, and frowns. “Have you known Jinki long?”

“About a year now, I think,” Taemin says. He leans a bit against Jinki as he reaches for one of the small drink menus. “But he just started hanging out more outside of work, so we don’t know each other that well yet.”

Kibum’s lip purses his lips, but misses the chance to respond when the bartender approaches them behind the counter and asks them for their orders. Taemin orders a beer without hesitation, and hands the menu to Jinki, who hesitates.

“I’m not sure what I want yet. I kind of want a margarita, but you know I’m picky about the flavor...”

“That’s what I got. Do you want to try it?” Minho offers. He grabs a second straw from the counter and places it in his drink, then slides it towards Jinki.

For a second, Jinki hesitates. Depending on how into the idea of being set up Minho is, accepting this drink might seem like he’s interested -- but he still ends up leaning forward and taking a sip. Taemin can help him avoid that if he needs it, and he’d rather find out if the overpriced drink would be worth the money before spending it.

Moving Taemin aside, he leans down for a sip. The sour burns his tongue, and he quickly pulls away, face scrunched.

“More sour than I thought it would be,” he says, pained. Minho laughs lightly and pats his back.

“Sorry, I should have warned you. They’re known for having extra sour drinks -- would you want me to buy you something else?

“Um--”

Just as Minho’s hand leaves Jinki’s back, Taemin’s hand wraps around his waist. He pulls Jinki close, fingers digging in when their hips bump into each other side-by-side, and smiles at Minho, all teeth.

“I’ll be paying for Jinki tonight. Just tell them to add his drink to my tab.”

Goosebumps raise on the back of Jinki’s neck. Taemin’s eyes seem darker, when he looks at him from this angle in the dim light -- almost possessive -- and being pulled against him makes him seem taller, even though he knows they’re nearly the same height.

A shiver runs up his spine when the grip moves to his hip. Minho says something else to Taemin about their drinks that he’s too dazzled process, then turns away to Kibum, leaving Taemin with a smirk.

He brings his lips close to Jinki’s ear. “I bet he’ll think you’re ‘taken’ now, yeah?”

“Um,” Jinki struggles to find his voice. “Yeah, I guess.”

Taemin eyes him suspiciously. “You don’t sound happy about it. Did you change your mind now that you’ve met him?”

“It’s not that.” Jinki shakes his head. “I just didn’t expect you to get into this enough to act all grabby.”

“Should I not?”

“No, no -- it’s definitely fine.”

His answer comes too fast, making Taemin grin again. “Oh. You like it, huh?”

The stare Taemin fixes him with makes it impossible to lie -- so Jinki finds himself nodding, despite the fact that it makes his face heat.

Taemin’s grip on him tightens. “I never imagined you as the type that likes to be lead around.”

“Well -- I didn’t exactly take you for the assertive type, either.”

Taemin turns away from him to pick up his beer. “There’s a lot we don’t talk about in a work environment.”

When he looks back to Jinki, his gaze is intense -- enough to make Jinki feel undressed in the middle of the bar -- and a second set of goosebumps ripples over his skin. He orders the first strong drink he sees on the menu and slams it back the moment he has it in his hands. He’s not sure if he’s drinking to get over his embarrassment at being read so easily, or to get over his usual self-imposed boundary of never sleeping with coworkers, but it helps.

At some point in the evening, Taemin drapes a possessive arm over him that never leaves, and it takes all his willpower not to make a move right there. Only the pleasant hum in his nerves and the anticipation of letting Taemin decide when and what might happen next keeps him waiting until they exchange farewells with Minho and Kibum later in the evening.

As they watch them walk away from the entrance of the bar, Taemin’s tightens the hand over his shoulder.

“So -- my place, or yours?”

Jinki’s pulse races. “Mine’s closer, I think, but it’s up to you.”

“Closer is better.”

Jinki quickly leads them down the streets towards the high rise containing his apartment. He can't remember the last time he’s been this excited. Taemin is at his heel, leaving him untouched, but he has a feeling that’s only to make walking easier -- a feeling that’s confirmed the moment they slip into the elevator, and Taemin pushes him back against the cool metal wall.

Their first kiss is quick and forceful, just enough to leave Jinki panting when Taemin pulls back to run teeth along his pulseline. “Should I give you a mark on your neck to make sure your friend doesn't think you're free again?

“No, but -- shit, I want you to.” Jinki tugs on Taemin’s hair, directing him lower and pulling aside his collar, until his lips are somewhere that’ll never show in their buttoned-up dress shirts. “Just put it here.”

By the time the doors open, he has the start of a bruise just under his collarbone, and an erection that makes him rush out of the elevator and to his apartment door with Taemin's hand in his.

He fumbles as he pulls out his keys -- from excitement, not nerves -- and nearly drops them when he sees Taemin’s hands appear on the door at the corner of his vision, boxing him in until he finally has the door unlocked. Taemin is flush against his back when they stumble in together, and he doesn’t have a chance to even flick the light on before he’s pushed against the nearest wall. A firm palm curves against his ass once before squeezing tight.

“I fucking love that you get to wear jeans on Fridays.”

[incorrect-shinee-quotes]

ANON DEAR I ACCIDENTALLY DELETED YOUR ASK, BUT YOU HAD REQUESTED ONHO WITH 27 OR 29 WITH FLUFF OR HURT/COMFORT SO HERE YOU ARE BABE IM SO SORRY

(i smushed both into one thing so!! here you go ^^ there is a bit of angst but like only a little tiny bit it’s still like 90% fluff)

27. “Tell me again.”

29. “I’m not going anywhere.”

-

Minho knew Jinki loved him. He knew he loved him more than anything else in the world, but sometimes he doubted it. Sometimes he thought too much and couldn’t understand how Jinki could love Minho as much as Minho loves Jinki.

~

Jinki was sitting on the couch, and Minho was laying with his head in Jinki’s lap, Jinki’s fingers gently running through his hair. The tv was playing some drama, though neither of them were really paying attention. Jinki’s mind was somewhere Minho wasn’t aware of, while Minho’s mind was running through how Jinki could possibly love him so much. How? It didn’t seem possible. Minho found himself sitting up, his hands taking Jinki’s away from his hair to intertwine their fingers. Jinki looked over at him, confusion swimming in his eyes.

“What’s up, my love?” Jinki asked, his voice as soft as his features.

“Why do you love me?” Minho’s eyes met Jinki’s then, concern creasing his brow.

“We’ve been over this already, my love. I love you because you’re you, because you’re amazing.” Jinki’s eyes were crescents, a loving smile overtaking his face.

“Could you um,” Minho took a breath. “tell me again. In more detail?” He muttered the last part, embarrassed at his own request.

“Ah, well,” Jinki took a moment, a soft smile laying itself across his lips. He thought of how he could possibly translate the love he felt for the taller man into actual words, the warmth in his chest grew as he thought. “You’re beautiful, Min. Your personality is so soft and caring, so lovely and amazing. Your smile can light up a room and your laugh could bring light to an entire universe. Your existence makes me happier and happier every single day, and I could not have asked for a better boyfriend. I love you so much more than words can properly describe, Minho.”

A blush made Minho’s cheeks feel like they were on fire. He couldn’t stop the smile that had long since caused his eyes to almost shut entirely.

“I love you too, you softy.” Minho laughed, bringing their hands up to his mouth, gently kissing the back of Jinki’s palm.

“What was happening in your head for you to make such a request, by the way?” Jinki asked, his hands squeezing Minho’s gently.

“I just… I kept thinking how I don’t want you to find someone better and leave.” Minho said, an embarrassed smile making itself at home on his lips.

“Hey hey,” Jinki took his hands from Minho’s and placed them on either side of his face, thumbs rubbing soft patterns against his cheeks. “I’m not going anywhere.”

Jinki wrapped his arms around Minho’s shoulders and pulled him into a hug, kissing the soft skin of his neck.

“I love you. You’re going to have to believe that eventually you know,” Jinki laughed softly, pulling away just enough to kiss Minho’s soft lips. The smiles they both had evident in their kiss.

[odd-vs]

domestic onho please or onho on a date!! they've had so many during their travels lately :)) also, your art though, amazingggg!!!

they always dating

[a-colourful-stranger]

Prompt: Their Favourite Kisses

> anonymous asked: may I please request onho showering each other with different kisses, just randomly throughout their daily lives like on the cheek, temple, nose, etc? thank youuu, the world needs more onho loving 😁 > ship: onho > words: 544 > note: i kind of went off and wrote about their favourite kisses. but i hope you enjoy.

Jinki’s favourite kisses are the ones in the morning. They’re warm and soft from a long night’s sleep at each other’s sides. He likes when one of them is awake early for a schedule and the other is still asleep, only to be roused by the feather-light pressure against their lips and a promise to be home later. He likes when they hold onto each other, taking the kiss just a step further and savouring in each other’s lips. It’s sleepy and uncoordinated but it’s a taste of what will come late into the night when the other returns.

Minho’s favourite kisses are the ones late at night. They’re both stumbling around like zombies trying to get themselves ready for another seven hours of work. They find each other halfway in unconsciousness. Sleep in their eyes and yawns building in their throats. They rely on each other to stay awake. A peck on the forehead to remind them this is what they love to do. A kiss on the hand to make them laugh when their fatigue is making them agitated. They keep themselves sane on nights like these.

Jinki is also a fan of the kisses done in secret. The ones they hide from the cameras and the fans. The quick pecks done in the security of their dressing room, with the other members watching them with looks of disgust at how in love they are. They’re so fleeting that Jinki sometimes doesn’t know if they actually happened. He’ll be sitting in his make up chair, reading a news story on his phone when he’ll feel the press of Minho’s lips to the top of his head. Or he’ll be leaving the dressing room to film a scene and he’ll brush by Minho briefly, kissing the taller man’s shoulder earning a grin that is only meant for Jinki.

Minho likes the kisses that lead to more. The ones that can happen anywhere in private. Starting with a peck, then the grasping of hips, the swipe of a tongue and a moan. He likes the way with a single kiss, Jinki can be quaking with lust. Words dying on his tongue like “p-please”, “fuck” and “more”. By the end of these kisses, he and Jinki are gasping into each other’s mouths, holding onto each other’s sweat slicked bodies. The kisses are no longer kisses but merely shared air, tasting of their love for each other.

Jinki likes those kisses too, but likes the kisses that come after more. They’re both tired, drained from their activities and pliant. Jinki will turn to Minho, whose eyes are shut and his chest his heaving. Jinki will kiss him softly, biting at his already reddened lips and Minho will smile. They say nothing to each other. The kiss says it all. “I love you. I love you so much. Thank you for being you and loving me.”

There are so many kisses. The passionate ones, the pecks, the wet and sloppy ones that make them giggle. They’re both oblivious if they think they have a favourite. Any moment they’re sharing in each other’s presence, when they cannot contain their feelings anymore and have to kiss to let the other know exactly what they’re feeling—those are their favourites.  

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[taeminuet]

hi there! onho for #26 please!! fluff fluff it up, please and thank you :)

I don’t know if this is teeechnically fluff, but I tried my best;; Onho isn’t really something I write often, so I hope this is okay. ^^

Onho; 26. “I think I’ve beenholding myself from falling in love with you all over again.”

“Iwas in love with you for years, you know,” Minho says, running hisfingertip around the edge of his full coffee mug, something he has far more for show than function. He doesn’t exactly drink coffee nowadays. His tastes have changed, to say the least. “Before all ofthis, I mean.”

Jinkilooks up at him curiously. He seems surprised, but in a more mildway; more surprised that Minho is saying it than anything. The factthat Jinki seems like he already knew makes Minho’s chest feel tight.

“Imissed you,” Jinki says. His voice is honey-sweet, and Minhowonders if that’s what his blood tastes like too.

“I…yeah,” Minho says, feeling guilty for his own thoughts.

Jinkireaches out, squeezing Minho’s hand. His skin feels warm, almostfeverish, under Minho’s icy touch. Minho always thought Jinki shouldfeel this warm, as warm as his smile. Jinki’s smile is as beautifulas sunshine but without the sting against Minho’s skin. “I neverknew what happened, you know. You just disappeared one day.”

“Ihad to. I had to fall out of love with you. To keep you safe,”Minho says quietly.

Jinkilooks at him for a long time. “I would have been safe with you,”he says. “Come on, Minho. You never would have hurt me.”

“Jinki.I might have. You don’t know that. I had to back off or I mighthave…” Minho shakes his head. “You smell so good, even now.Back then… I don’t know if I would have resisted as well.”

“Andnow?” Jinki asks, reaching across the table and stealing hiscoffee, sipping from the mug. “What about now?”

“Now…”Minho repeats. “Now I think I’ve been holding myself from fallingin love with you all over again.”

“Why?”Jinki asks. “Why not just love me?”

AndMinho thinks of all the answers in the world and finds them all tooweak to stand up against the way Jinki looks at him. “Because I’llwant to be with you forever,” Minho says eventually.

Jinkismiles, laugh lines crinkling around his eyes, head tipping justenough that Minho can hear the rush of his pulse in his throat, tooloud to ignore. Minho feels his fangs slip out, feels hunger twist inhis gut.

“Whosays that’s not what I want too?”

[onho8991]

Number 62 of the prompts list please! I love your work!!

Thank you! I hope this is something to smile about. c:

62. Lazy Morning Kisses Before They’ve Even Opened Their Eyes, Still Mumbling Half-Incoherently, Not Wanting To Wake Up

The snooze button of a loudly ringing alarm is gracelessly reached for and smashed again, nearly knocking the small clock from the bedside table to the floor. It wouldn’t be the first time; battle scars cover the old electronic clock. 

Lee Jinki and Choi Minho are two of the worst morning people, and one might think the mornings the two wake up together in a bed would sort of cancel it out. Not so. In fact, if anything it’s worse. 

Minho, the younger of the two and one full of the sort of daily energy one might kill for (like Jinki), is arguably the worst to rouse out of bed in the early mornings, and Jinki’s presence seems to enable it. And Jinki, older and considerably wiser (at least that’s what Minho tells Jinki) loses the sense to urge Minho and himself out of bed to make the morning routine easier. 

The discipline of mandatory military service cured neither. One of those old habits easy to slip back into from the comforts of your own home, especially being the only two living in an apartment together. 

Jinki rolls over, squinted, blurry vision finding Minho facing him from his pillow, eyes closed, but a bit of movement out of him. He’s partly conscious, but knowing Minho it’s barely. 

“Hey..” Jinki closes his eyes, body willing him into more sleep. He tries to fight it, voice dry and croaky. “Hey, hey.. get up..”

Minho doesn’t respond. Either he really has fallen back into sleep or he’s playing for extra sleeping time. The younger man is too spoiled getting to sleep in Jinki’s bed, the older thinks. They each have their own bedrooms after all, and split rent. But Minho is often in Jinki’s bed, in Jinki’s space. Expected of a couple, but Jinki finds it’s his space that gets swallowed up more than Minho’s. It’s the younger man’s clingy nature. Even now, sleeping beside Jinki, Minho wears one of Jinki’s t-shirts. Though it’s not uncommon for the two men to share clothing despite their differences in height and build. That too Jinki is envious of; Minho’s taller height and that slim build that can eat you out of house and home without a pound gained. In the end, Jinki supposes if he couldn’t have these things then at least he made Minho his.

And if nothing else, Jinki can wave his bigger dick around. That joke makes Jinki snort a groggy giggle, as if it’s his best comedic material. 

Jinki kicks at Minho’s legs, which aren’t far from his own foot being the two are tangled together. “Hey..”

Minho makes a noise, but doesn’t move. Jinki uses what will power he has not to be late to work to inch closer to Minho, noses bumping before chapped lips touch each other. 

“.. we’ll be late..” Jinki says, mouth still trying to kiss Minho awake with affection, and it appears to be working because the younger man moves, long eyelashes fluttering as big eyes try to open. 

“..five minutes.. please..”

Jinki is too tired to open his eyes, but he can’t help but smile with laughter, being spoken to in formal speech as Minho groans a request for more time. It wakes Jinki’s senses further, even if it’s an old, endearing habit he’s heard countless times out of the younger man. 

“..it’s already been..” Jinki tries to recall. He guesses, “..fifteen..”

Jinki can hear his supervisor berating him already. He doesn’t look forward to it. Really, all the more reason to stay in bed. It’s because of work requiring him to attend drinks out after the office closes that he’s home so late and sleeping off a few drinks on top of it all, and Jinki can’t turn down a good drink even if he wants to. He’s weak for the sauce. At work they haven’t even finished the latest project and are already having nights out. 

Minho mumbles something Jinki doesn’t pick up. 

Jinki opens his eyes, vision slightly clearer, finding a cute fella beside him, much like every morning. “Hm?" 

”..kiss again..“ Minho repeats, and a smile curls the corners of his mouth even with eyes closed. 

Jinki wakes enough to shove at Minho, until the younger rolls into the wall behind him, the bed being of small space and for two a crowd. 

Minho whines laughter, sleepy eyes opening. Jinki sits up, head not appreciative but the toll of life calls every man. 

"You need to sleep in your own room,” Jinki says as he leaves his bedroom for the bathroom down the hallway. He knows how to hit back harder when Minho thinks he’s got one dangling over the older man’s head. 

“No…!” Minho’s protest carries down the hall after Jinki. 

Jinki rubs eyes in need of his contact lenses, teeth bite into a smile, and clumsy feet catch in the hem of pj bottoms (and nearly face meeting wall) making his staggering way to get ready for the day and already running behind schedule. And once Jinki is done in the bathroom, Minho’s bound to have fallen asleep again and will scramble to get ready and out the door, and later in the day he’ll be sure to text Jinki about having a dinner ready for him, be it take out or an attempt at homemade (and probably disappointed if Jinki has to be out late again) and after that, when Jinki is most exhausted, Minho will hold Jinki’s head in his lap and soothingly run fingers through hair, praising Jinki’s efforts at making it through another long day. 

Jinki wears his morning smile proudly because he can’t think of it being any other way. He’s truly blessed. 

[jinkisbelly]

#3

I’m doing really well! I hope Onho is alright for you~

Minho had not expected the forest leading up the mountain to be so dense. He could barely slip through a group of trees without a trunk brushing his shoulders. The grass beneath his boots had turned into white snow, the clear skies through the tops of the trees turning into flurries of snowflakes falling further up the mountain they got. He had trained for this his entire life. He could remember being brought to the temple as a young boy, barely able to walk on his own, let alone talk for himself. His entire destiny was laid out for him before he could have a say in the matter.

When he was told it was time to find the Lost One Minho had said his goodbyes, expecting to never return like all the other Chosen Ones before him. He could remember four leaving the temple and never returning. He had left with a group of ten men and women, all with different specialties to increase their chance of success. Out of those ten, only two remained. Jonghyun, a priest and healer, and Kibum, their navigation expert. 

Minho tugged the cloth over his mouth, squinting through the whipping wind and flurries, and his eyes widened as he saw a soft glow slowly growing brighter as a shadow approached. He held up his hand, silently signaling the two men to stop behind him. 

Suddenly the wind increased, whipping around him toward the shadow before everything stilled. With wide eyes, he looked around him at the frozen snowflakes mid-air, before landing on the fur-covered figure a few paces in front of him. They had a lantern in their left hand, their other curled around a thick staff pressed into the amassed snow at their feet. As their hood fell from their head, Minho was faced with a bright smile and the golden necklace glinting from where it rested on their neck. Then the being spoke, voice deep and causing warmth to descend over Minho’s frozen bones. “Welcome, Chosen One. It seems you’ve found me.”

[minhoandthebabes]

16 & onho 😊💕

A soft fic~ just warming up...

Minho’s eyes focused on his goalie as he jumped in his goal, waiting for Jinki to score. This was it if Jinki made this goal, he was done. Best two out of three had quickly become best 3 out of 5 and now Minho had insisted on best 7 out of 10. He couldn't believe how poorly he was losing to Jinki, especially since the leader had told him he wasn’t good at the game.

As Jinki drew closer, Minho leaned forward, on the edge of his seat as he tried to focus. He couldn’t lose this, he couldn’t lose to Jinki, and what was even worse was the other members had now crowded around him to watch his failure. He hated this feeling of failure and humiliation. With only seconds on the clock, Jinki made the goal, his character slipping by at the last second to score behind the goalie.

Minho threw down his controller in frustration, “I pressed A! I swear I pressed A! This game is broken.” He growled.

Jinki smiled widely next to him. “I did it!” He said with happy innocence, only adding to Minho’s anger while Kibum laughed beside Jinki, falling all over the other man as usual.

“Yeah, great, you did it, congratulations..” Minho mumbled, already turning to escape in his bedroom, “I’m never playing this game with you again.” He slammed the door shut behind him failing to notice Jinki’s hurt expression.

Minho laid on his bed, trying to calm the anger that coursed through him, making his body hot as his annoyance got the best of him. He managed to lose to Jinki in front of the other members and he knew Jonghyun and Kibum wouldn’t let him live it down. He curled up in a ball, his arms wrapping around his legs to keep his knees at his chest as he calmed his breathing. Only a few more minutes passed until Minho heard a soft knock at his bedroom door.

“Ming?” Jinki’s voice came through the door, muffled and soft, “Can I come in?”

Minho looked over his shoulder at the door, unsure if he wanted to allow the other man into his room considering how upset he still felt, but he felt bad blocking him out as well. “Fine..” he said after a long pause but didn’t move to face the door, still preferring his bland wall. He didn’t want to see Jinki’s smug face.

He could hear the door open and the other man slip inside, closing it behind him. Jinki sat on the edge of Minho’s bed, “Minho..” He said, his hand moving to pat his side and massage him through his shirt. “I’m sorry.” The older man sighed. There was a long empty pause which Minho left, not wanting to accept the apology. He knew this was all over a dumb video game, but he couldn’t help how angry he felt.

Jinki’s voice started again, slowly, “But, you know.. You’re kinda cute when you’re angry.”

Minho scoffed, poking his head up to look at Jinki for only a moment. “You think I’m cute when I’m angry? How can I be cute? I’m just angry?” he turned back to look at the wall, his head resting on his hand.

Jinki grinned, “Because, when you get angry you pout and your eyes get all big, it’s adorable.”

Minho turned over now so he was fully facing Jinki, lying on the bed. Jinki’s hand, which had been on his side was now resting on Minho's stomach, “You’re not just saying this to make up for beating me, are you?”

“A little,” Jinki said, teasing just a bit, “I really do think you’re cute. But I have to be honest with you, you weren’t playing against me at all.. You were playing against the computer,” he admitted, running a hand through his hair, seemingly guilty for lying to Minho. “Kibum thought of it, he wanted to mess with you a bit, and I went along with it. It was supposed to be harmless.”

Sighing, Minho looked at the ceiling, “I should have known.. There was no way you could be that good, that was your first time playing after all.” A smile spread across his lips, “That makes me feel a bit better.”

“That’s why I’m surprised you fell for it!” Jinki laughed a little, giving Minho a warm smile now that Minho seemed to be happy again, “It’s okay though, now you know and you don’t have to be so angry anymore.”

“Yeah, I’m going to kill Kibum later, you know that right?”

Jinki’s eyes turned to crescents as he laughed at Minho’s very serious response, “As your leader, I give you every right to kill Kibum.”

Minho laughed with Jinki and sat up, his arms wrapping around the other man, “Thanks for coming back to talk with me, you know I hate getting mad.”

“I know,” Jinki said, petting the back of Minho’s head. “I felt the need to apologize anyway.”

Minho melted in Jinki’s arms. While Jinki often kept to himself, he had a very mothering nature to him that helped whenever Minho was upset. He felt his heart swell with love and he squeezed Jinki before pulling out of the hug. “Thanks.. Should we go out there and kill Kibum now or later?”

“How about later, I want to stay here with you for a bit..”

With Jinki’s response, Minho slid over to give him more room to join him on his tiny bed. Minho’s arms wrapped around Jinki’s torso as he snuggled into him, his face moving to the crook of Jinki’s neck. It wasn’t his intention to sleep, but after a while, he couldn’t help it as he drifted off in the comfort of Jinki’s arms.

[shitfics]

hi!! so glad you’re back and congrats on finishing your wip! if I’m not too late then onho for “This ring proves that I’m always here for you.” thank you :)

Thanks so much bb!! I really appreciate the warm welcome. ^^ Sorry this took me a while to get around to, things are slower now that I’m back to working on it (editing is a real pain in the ass). I hope you like it, and that it’s not too confusing...it ended up a bit long. 

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“This ring proves that I’m always here for you.”

Jinki’s never forgotten the look Minho gave him as he said the words -- warm, sincere, and hopeful -- like he wanted Jinki to use the ring to summon him.

Jinki twists it around his finger, trying to scale his own desperation. He hasn’t ever used it, despite the fact Minho made him promise to if he needed help -- it felt like moving backwards, to summon a half-god that’d taking a liking to him, when he’d tried his damndest to leave everything related to that religion behind.

But if he wants to live, it’s his only choice.

The tips of his ears burn when he brings it to his lips and kisses it. Instantly, the engravings in the solid silver light up, illuminating the cell Jinki had been thrown in with a bluish-green glow.

“Shit!” He quickly covers it with his other hand, but the brightness of the light grows. When the light reaches its peak, the ring sails off of his finger, escaping his hand, and clatters onto the floor. A flash of light follows that would wake the entire dungeon, if he weren’t down here alone --

But now, he isn’t.

Jinki stares at the figure before him, as in awe as he had been the first time they’d met. Minho is as tall and lean as he remembers, with golden skin and heavy eyes that make his heart stutter. And of course, being a half-deity, he hasn’t aged a day.

“You called me here,” Minho says. There’s an unmistakable hurt in his eyes, born of the years that Jinki had let pass without a word. “Why?”

“I need help getting out of here.”

For the first time, Minho looks around at his new surroundings -- the walls of old stone, the floors damp with filth, and the cell bars separating Jinki from the rest of the dark room.

Minho’s expression immediately shifts to one of concern. “How did you end up here?”

“I left your mother’s temple when it became clear the priests wanted to start a war. It took a few years for the cards to fall -- but when they did, I ended up joining the other side. We lost our last battle, so...” He gestures to the cell around him. “Now I’m here. Waiting to be executed -- or tortured, maybe, but I don’t think they see me as useful--”

“I won’t let either of those happen,” Minho says.

Jinki smiles wryly. “I was kind of hoping you’d say that.”

Instead of responding, Minho turns his attention to the cell bars. He reaches his hands out to them, palms glowing, and the metal lights up briefly before crumbling to the ground as scraps. Jinki climbs through the now-open space cautiously -- it seems too good to be true, but he supposes that’s the difference between the abilities of a mortal like himself and a half-god.

All the escape plans he’d turned over in his head the past few days seem stunningly stupid now. Minho doesn’t bother with sneaking him out -- he walks up the stairs, as if they weren’t in a highly-secured fortress, and knocks aside every guard and officer that approaches them with only a wave of his hand.

When they reach the front gate, it takes only another touch of his hand to make a sizeable exit in the crossed-metal door. The chaos they had left behind means they’re unbothered as they disappear out into the surrounding forest together, towards where Jinki last remembers camping with his troops.

Hopefully, if he goes far enough, he can find someone to bring him back to his army.

The meager diet his captors had allotted him catches up with him after only a few miles of walking. He has none of his usual endurance. Each time he loses his breath, his vision spins, but he’s stubborn and fearful enough to ignore it until he nearly blacks out after stumbling on the protruding  root of a tree.

“Hold on,” he pants. “I’ll probably need to rest soon. They haven’t been feeding me well. I don’t have the energy to keep going.”

Minho stops. His gaze is worried, but he says nothing -- only watches as Jinki carefully seats himself on the forest floor and leans up against a tree. Minutes pass with nothing but the sound of the wind in the trees, Jinki’s breathing, and the occasional skitter of a creature far ahead.

The silence is discomforting. Jinki half-expects Minho to disappear to whatever realm he lived in, just to avoid it -- but when he doesn’t, he feels obligated to speak.

He clears his throat and shifts the worn heel of his boots against the dirt.

“Thank you for, um...the rescue. I wouldn’t have made it out of there without you.”

“I was only keeping a promise,” Minho says, mouth tight. “You don’t need to thank me. ”

Jinki flinches. The words are kind, but delivered with a bite he deserves.

“I’m sorry I never called on you. I just didn’t feel right doing it, after I left the temple...”

“You knew you’d be gone for years. You could have said something before leaving.”

“I couldn’t. I was afraid you’d convince me to stay.”

“I wouldn’t have,” Minho says. “I know my mother is on the wrong side of this war -- and she knows it, too. The only reason she put her blessings behind it is because she has a sense of obligation to her worshippers.”

Jinki bites his lip, holding back what he wants to say. He doesn't see how guilt should factor into a goddess’ decision of where to throw her favor, but he probably shouldn’t try and comprehend the reasoning of a deity. Just understanding Minho’s strange way of thinking had been hard enough for him in the past, and he’s only a half-god.

With a long sigh, he buries his face in his hands. It’s too much to think about, and it doesn’t matter what the gods said. His side still had a chance of holding their enemies off until winter. And if they can keep ground until the mountain passes close, they’ll have a whole season to mount a proper defense.

He just needs to get back there and help. When he fails to come up, a gentle hands finds his shoulder.

“Are you alright?”

Jinki laughs bitterly. “Other than seeing my friends die and facing my own death for the past week, yeah, I’m fine.”

Minho moves to kneel beside him. His fingers are as gentle a Jinki remembers when he pushes back a lock of hair behind his ear.

“If I had known you were involved in the fighting. I would have helped protect you.”

Jinki looks at him from the corner of his eye. “Not that I care about being fair to the bastards that started this, but that doesn’t seem right. Aren’t gods supposed to avoid direct interference in things?”

“They are. But they’re not supposed to sleep with humans, either, and I was born.”

Jinki’s lips pull up in a small smile. “That’s one rule you’ve never followed.”

“And I’m glad I didn’t.” Minho shifts his palm to rest against Jinki’s cheek. “Being with you isn’t something I could ever regret.”

Jinki’s face heats as he turns away at the intensity of Minho’s stare. At their temple meetings, Minho had sounded just as sentimental -- but he’d never taken it seriously. He’d assumed they were just words to get him into bed. It seemed too ridiculous for a half-god to see a mortal as anything more than an interesting plaything.

“I’m sorry if that was too much, or if you have someone else--”

“I don’t. Haven’t had any lovers, actually, unless you count things that only last a few nights.”

Jinki reaches out and places his hand over Minho’s, returning it to his cheek. Though the warmth of his hand isn’t dissimilar to his own, there’s a spark to the touch that none of the human men he’d been with had.

“I think I missed you too much for anything else.”

[katrinawritesthings]

Jinki/Minho; honestly the ocean is bullshit; PG

anonymous asked: onho taking a late night walk, fingers entangled and arms swinging, and just talking about everything and nothing at the same time? fluffy if you please, tysm

Minho’s little ponytail bobs behind him and Jinki feels like the half step he stumbled for focusing on it instead of the path was worth it.

“Okay–you can’t say ‘fuck the ocean’ and then say that you’re gonna nut about space.” Jinki lifts his hands to spread his fingers for emphasis as he walks. His right falls back to his side; Minho holds onto his left and waits for Jinki to close his hand again. When Jinki does, he raises one finger.

“One,” he says slowly, “fuck the ocean.” Jinki snorts, bumping Minho’s side with his shoulder. Minho doesn’t even stumble on the little cobbled path they’re walking around the park on. “Two,” he says, “I would allow the entire infinite vastness of space inside of my waiting asshole.”

“Oh my god,” Jinki giggles. He can’t help the laugh that comes out of him, big and loud, so loud in the quiet calm of the night. He almost cuts himself short when he hears it, but with Minho chuckling next to him it doesn’t feel out of place. Instead he lets it fade out naturally, until he can only hear the crickets and their footsteps and the faint vroom of a car in the distance. He smiles lazily at the path and at their interlinked hands. Minho is swaying them back and forth between them gently, squeezing his every time they hit the bottom of the arc. His hand is a warm constant in the shifting atmosphere of chilly winter end breezes. Jinki squeezes him back once before he looks up, flicking his long bangs out of his face as he does so.

“They’re the same, though,” he says. Despite that stunning confession he still won’t accept Minho’s opinion on the matter. “You hate the ocean because we don’t know what’s down there. You like space because you don’t know what’s out there. That makes no sense,” he says.

“Incorrect,” Minho says, shaking his head. His little ponytail bobs behind him and Jinki feels like the half step he stumbled for focusing on it instead of the path was worth it. “The ocean is finite. We have fossils and submarines and little cameras. We don’t know everything that’s down there, but we know that literally all of it is fucked up.” His face twists into a scowl, a scrunch of his nose and a furrow between his eyes. He shakes that expression off after a moment and replaces it with a tiny smile as he looks up at the sky.

“Space, though,” he says. He swings their arms way up to wiggle his fingers at the stars twinkling above them, tiny little dots in a dark blue sky. “Space is infinite. Literally anything imaginable could be out there. Are there some fucked up things out there? Absolutely. But are there also super rad asteroid colonies full of glittery fire and cute older boys that can carry me in their strong arms? Fuck yeah.”

Jinki laughs again, but just a soft chuckle this time. Incredible. Minho really has his priorities straightened out. He guesses that he does have a point, yeah. In the infinite possibilities of an endless universe, anything is possible. That obnoxious voice in the back of his head pokes at him for a moment, tells him that Minho won’t want to keep him because he can’t carry around a six foot tall human made of muscle and pouts, but he manages to push it away with a stern clench of his free hand. He’s just joking around. And Jinki is a cute and older boy. Two out of three is pretty good, honestly.

A sharp little stretch of pain interrupts his thoughts; with a wince, he suddenly notices the gusto with which Minho is swinging their arms now. They’re going back and forth almost as high up as when Minho pointed them at the stars. Jinki’s too old and creaky and chronically in pain for this.

“Hey,” he says softly, flexing a little bit to stop their arms in their path. “Can you, uh. Not?” he says, wiggling Minho’s hand to show what he means. Minho still blinks at him, big, confused eyes.

“What?” he asks, and then, “oh,” he says, when his processing catches up. He glances at their hands guiltily. “Sorry,” he mumbles. “Stimmie.”

“No, yeah, I know,” Jinki says. “Maybe just. Pick another stim, or do that and also keep swinging our arms, but, like more gently.” He slowly rocks their hands together back and forth in an example. He’s okay with little movements and he smiles when Minho squeezes his hand. “Like, a half stim,” he says. “That’s a thing, right?” he asks.

“Listen, I have no idea,” Minho shrugs. “I just do things and if they feel good and don’t give me bruises then I keep doing them.” He shrugs again; Jinki snorts. Alright then. That’s one way to do it.

“I guess I’m just used to Jonghyun having all of his shit organized and labelled,” he says.

“One of those dudes, huh,” Minho hums. An amused little smirk is playing on his lips. “Just immediately pulls out perfect stim for every occasion.”

“Not a dude, but yeah,” Jinki grins back. He thinks Jonghyun has actually said that himself before. He feels like the two of them meeting formally is going to go better than he’d already been expecting. Whenever it actually happens, at least.

“Right, yeah, sorry,” Minho says quickly. His face is a scrunch again at his forgetfulness and Jinki bumps him lightly in reassurance. He’s getting better at it. He watches the ground under them, their shadows moving and shifting angles every time they pass under another lamppost. Minho swings their arms gently, slowly, and pops his lips softly as they walk. After a few minutes Jinki realizes that he’s doing it in between every slow cricket chirp and smiles. He’s cute.

He’s still wrong about the ocean and space, though.

“Mermaids, though,” he says. It’s not exactly a sudden interjection but it does break their calm silence. Minho glances at him, then scoffs and shakes his head.

“Yeah, the scary eats people kind,” he mumbles. Jinki snorts. Of course those are the ones he believes in. He doesn’t think he’s ever going to win this argument. He doesn’t think he really cares, either. Taking his eyes off of the path, he looks ahead to see where they’re going. The parking lot of the park is up in the distance. Hmm.

“Wanna go around one more time?” he asks, pointing with his free hand. “Or do you think it’s getting to be the scary kind of late instead of the romantic kind?” This is Minho’s park, not his. He doesn’t know what the scary time is here. Minho hums, pulling out his phone to check the time.

“We should… go,” he says slowly. “I don’t really wanna go home yet, though,” he adds. He wiggles his fingers between Jinki’s. Jinki nods. He agrees. He’s having a nice time. He always has a nice time when he’s with Minho. And most of the time, he believes that Minho is having a nice time with him, too.

“Wanna go get a snack somewhere then?” he asks. “The shopping center by my place isn’t scary until, like. Two in the morning.” It’s not even nine now, but still. They’ll have plenty of time to eat and get home before that late.

“Mmm,” Minho hums thoughtfully. “Ice cream?” he asks.

“Lactose intolerant,” Jinki reminds him. They took Minho’s car here and he doesn’t have any pills in Minho’s car yet.

“Churros,” Minho offers next, and Jinki gasps softly. He can have churros.

“Churros make me wanna… cheer,” he says. It’s quiet but he’s confident in it, even more when Minho closes his eyes and sighs loudly. He grins wide when the sigh turns into a soft breath of laughter, a little chuckle from a deep voice. Minho’s hand, which he’d moved and almost pulled away like he wanted to let go, tightens in his instead.

“Come on,” he says, tugging Jinki a little faster down the path.