My Girl (1/1)

Minho watched as the guy – Taemin – flew through the front doors of Gwiboon and Jinki’s residence hall, his shoulders stiff and his face stoic. He made sure to back into the shadows so that he wouldn’t be seen. Minho waited a few minutes until he was sure Taemin had left before he pushed through the main doors of the building and jogged to the stairwell. Taking two steps at a time, he relished the stretch of his muscles and the racing of his heart, letting the adrenaline take over the restless feeling in his chest. He really did need the release of energy, but, unlike he had told Jinki earlier in order to ditch him, he had not gone to the gym to work it off. He had gone right back to her building, waiting for something – anything – to happen. For some reason, he just couldn’t shake this feeling that Gwiboon needed him. He didn’t know why or to what extent but he was determined to be there no matter what. Minutes later he found himself in front of her door, panting heavily with sweat dripping down his face and back. One, two, three breaths and he was raising his hand, brining it down to knock – only to catch himself. Gwiboon didn’t need him. She would be upset about Taemin and he was probably one of the last people she wanted to see. No, Gwiboon needed someone who knew her inside and out. Someone who loved her and supported her and, most importantly, comforted her. And sadly, at this moment, Minho knew he wasn’t that person. Regretfully, he retracted his hand until it was clenched in a fist at his side. He turned on his heel abruptly, retracing the steps he had just taken until he was exiting the building once again could breathe in the fresh air – well, as fresh as the city could get. Minho raked his hands through his hair once, only giving himself a second to stall before he took a deep breath and withdrew his phone from his pocket. He had a very important phone call to make. ~ Jinki felt like he was having a heart attack. Not only was he at the airport, which was crowded and filled with screaming children and angry adults, but he was also about to meet his boyfriend. Well…meet wasn’t the right word because Jonghyun was his boyfriend after all. However, the fact that this was the first time he would be meeting the other boy in person, face-to-face, without a screen or a phone separating them…and he was nervous. Not only was Jonghyun perfect in every way, but he was also here for a reason. Not a Jinki-reason either. He was here to save the day, as Jonghyun liked to call it. Gwiboon had been a wreck for the past two days. She refused to leave the room, making her usually pristine side of the room a mess. Well, a mess for Gwiboon. Jinki, not knowing what to say or how to possibly make it better, was relieved when he was finally able to do something productive like go and pick up her brother from the airport. Not that Gwiboon had seemed to care as she sat and stared blankly at the wall in reaction to Jinki’s statement that he was going to go pick up Jonghyun. This reaction, if anything, had been enough to convince Jinki that whatever that plane ticket had cost had been more than worth it. Standing alone in the baggage claim area was a little more unnerving than he would have thought as he stared around at all of the different people, watching as older couples embraced their younger family members, or as friends greeted each other after a long separation. Jinki had no idea what his reunion with Jonghyun would bring because this wasn’t a reunion, it was the first time. The first impression. Literally, this was the most important moment in his life – well, currently – and he was freaking the fuck out. Jinki liked to think that he was calm in most situations, especially given the reason that Jonghyun was coming to town, but he just couldn’t shake the feeling that it was now or never, that he was going to blow it or something. That he would inevitably make a fool of himself on the ride from the airport to his building and that would be the end of it. That he would- “Jinki-yah!” His inner-tirade was disrupted by a magical voice that sent shivers straight down his spine. As if on autopilot, Jinki swiveled until he was facing the man of his dreams. “J-jonghyun-ah…” he said, trying not to show just how flustered he was as his boyfriend strode forward rather quickly and embraced Jinki in a big, warm hug. Jinki melted into the embrace, loving the way that Jonghyun squeezed him a little bit so that he could feel how happy he was to see him. Jinki happily returned the embrace and noticed that everything about Jonghyun was indeed perfect, from the way he smelled – like apples and cinnamon – to the way his head fit perfectly into the crook where Jinki’s shoulder met his neck, he was perfect. “It’s so good to see you,” Jonghyun said, moving back slightly to look Jinki in the eye. The older tried not to gasp at the perfection that was his boyfriend’s face, but who was he kidding, everything was evidently written all over his face if the way that Jonghyun had begun to blush at Jinki’s lack of verbal response was anything to go by. “…hyung?” Jonghyun asked hesitantly, as if afraid that he had broken Jinki. The elder shook his head, smiling, “Sorry, Jonghyun-ah, I just…got distracted. You’re so beautiful.” Jinki’s eyes grew wide at his confession and it was his turn to blush as Jonghyun cutely bit his lip and leaned up until his eyes were in line with Jinki’s. “So are you,” he whispered huskily, and before Jinki knew it Jonghyun had crashed his lips against Jinki’s. His eyes closed on instinct and he couldn’t have been happier. Jinki would cherish this moment forever. The two drew some attention as their kiss deepened, both men groaning into the kiss as Jinki threaded his fingers through Jonghyun’s silky locks and Jonghyun eventually jumped up until his legs were wrapped around Jinki’s thick waist and their hips were flush against each other. A particularly loud wolf-whistle finally forced them to part. Jonghyun ducked his head into Jinki’s shoulder bashfully as Jinki did the same, but more indulgently as he bit Jonghyun’s delicious neck and groped his ass. Damn he had a sexy boyfriend. Eventually, Jonghyun released his grip around Jinki and slid down his body until they were standing with a few inches between them. Jinki reached out to straighten the blonde’s mussed hair and black sweater, silently relishing the deep breaths the younger took with each movement. “Are you ready?” Jinki asked, moving into Jonghyun until they were once again touching from head to toe. “Yeah…” Jonghyun breathed, ghosting his lips against Jinki’s cheek and causing the older to shiver. Before anything else could happen, Jinki turned on his heel and walked away from his devilishly tempting boyfriend. They had other things to focus on so the hanky-panky would just have to wait…unfortunately. ~ Gwiboon knew that she needed to get up. That she needed to do something other than sit in her bed and stare at the wall. But she just didn’t know what that something was. Her whole life she had felt that she was this…thing…but now she wasn’t so sure. Who was she if she wasn’t Gwiboon. Who was she if she was something else, wanted something – or someone – else? What did it mean that her lifelong friend and first love had stormed out of the room? What did it mean that she hadn’t gone after him? ~ Jonghyun was ecstatic that he had finally been able to kiss Jinki the way he had been wanting to since he had first seen those plush lips and doe eyes over the computer screen all those months ago. And damn was Jinki built. Jinki was uncharacteristically quiet sitting next to him in the back of the cab as they drove away from the airport, but Jonghyun didn’t really mind because the elder was making a point to hold hands. So maybe Jonghyun had a thing for the way his somewhat smaller hands fit perfectly into Jinki’s larger hands. So maybe Jonghyun secretly had to catch his breath when Jinki pulled his hand up to his mouth and kissed it. So maybe there were certain things that Jonghyun really wanted to do to (and with) Jinki but couldn’t because they were 1. in a cab, and 2. going to see his sister. His sister. Gwiboon must be in pretty bad shape for Jinki to have been so worried about her. Jonghyun couldn’t really remember the last funk that Gwi had been in, but he was glad that he was able to be here for her. Jonghyun was thankful she had somehow made some great friends in the short time she had been away, but knew that he was going to have his work cut out for him. Jinki was staring absently out of his window and Jonghyun silently observed him. The sun was shining brightly today, casting shadows across the beautiful planes of Jinki’s face as the trees and buildings passed by around them. A small smile tugged at his lips as the elder tried not to return Jonghyun’s obvious staring but there was also a deep crease to his forehead that gave away just how distracted he was. Something was going on and Jonghyun was happy that that he was here to help in whatever way he could. Squeezing Jinki’s hand, he leaned his head on the elder’s shoulder and watched the scenery pass them by as the cab drove closer and closer to their destination.   ~ Jinki unlocked the door and paused, unable to turn the knob. Jonghyun, who had remained silent behind him, stepped forward and knocked lightly before entering the room. The door remained slightly ajar and Jinki watched through the small crack as Jonghyun slowly approached Gwiboon’s bed until he was sitting down right next to her. “Gwiboon-ah?” Jonghyun whispered, his lovely voice a soft caress that drew the pallid girl from her trance. Gwiboon’s big brown eyes stared at her brother as if she saw through him, until the blonde reached his hand out to lightly cup her cheek. The spell she was under seemed to magically break as she shook her head and leaned forward, gasping out a sob as she cried her brother’s name and tugged at this shirt. Watching the scene before him, Jinki happily shut the door between them and gave the two their space. He sat down in the hallway and pulled out his phone, deciding that he would just have to try to beat his Flappy Bird record until the two emerged. “Dammit, you stupid piece of-” Jinki’s curses directed at his phone were drowned out by random people walking up and down the hallway, but he remained oblivious to the distractions. Even to the lone text from a certain someone who was more than curious as to what was happening inside his room at that very moment. ~ “What do you mean, Taemin’s gone?” Gwiboon tried not to deflate at the look of disbelief in Jonghyun’s eyes. She knew that this news would be hard for him to swallow given the boys’ close friendship over the years. “I don’t know, Jongie. He just left. I haven’t heard from him.” Jonghyun stared at her incredulously, unsure what to make of this information. The Taemin he knew wouldn’t break Gwiboon’s heart. The Taemin he knew wouldn’t have left her before she had a chance to explain herself. The Taemin he knew – or he thought he knew – would have been right here in this room, or at least demanding to be let in. But he wasn’t. “Gwi, what is going on?” He pleaded, needing her to start from the beginning even though he had heard most of it already. For some reason it was just different to have a conversation in person than over the phone. Gwiboon took a deep breath, not sure exactly where to begin. “I…I told him that I love him….” She paused, still uncertain how to proceed. She had been reliving the moments in her head a million times over but was now finding it hard to verbalize exactly what she was thinking and feeling into words. “But I…I told him that I can’t be with him – with anyone right now. That I just need time...” Jonghyun nodded, encouraging her to continue. “That…I need time to just…be me. To love m style="line-height:1.6;">me.” Tears began forming at the corner of Jonghyun’s eyes as he tightened his embrace around his sister, his person. “Of course you do, Gwiboonie.” He held her close until his tears subsided, and he felt her relax into his embrace. They stayed like that for hours, Jonghyun soothingly run his fingers through her hair until she was drifting off to sleep. She was so grateful that he was here, so happy that the one person who knew her better than anyone was actually here, in person, and not thousands of miles away. Gwiboon turned into her brother’s embrace, inhaling the familiar scent of him as she closed her eyes and burrowed deep into his soft sweater. She smiled sleepily, “I’m so glad you’re here.” And, just as she was about to drift off to sleep, she felt his lips brush her forehead lightly whispering, “I’ll always be here for my girl.” A/N: I'm sorry this took for ever - but I had writer's block and then grad school got in the way (thanks to that semester long research project...). but in all seriousness. I like this chap and am super excited to say that it's almost the end folks! like, the epilogue is next and it's just going to be great. at least I think so..hopefully y'all will like it. huge thanks to those who comment!! (seriously!) I LOVE COMMENTS :) k bye. besos.