Lemon Water (1/1)

The doorman had already left by the time Jinki came home, and the nightguard was somewhere else. This was almost a shame, because unlike usual, Jinki was actually in the mood for small chat. But maybe it was for the best, at least that one-too-many beers wouldn't cause him to embarrass himself. “Minho-yah?” He said while entering the apartment, without really expecting a response, and he didn't get any.The clothing line that Minho had been working on was finally ready, and he had gone out with some friends to celebrate. Jinki had also been out drinking with some other Architecture students. It had actually been a lot of fun, and he had mostly managed to avoid answering the questions about his impeccable boyfriend. Happily humming to himself, he was absolutely parched so he headed for the kitchen, suddenly stopping in his steps.“Crap!” He half-shouted, unnecessarily loudly. Then he cursed under his breath. He had forgotten to stock the fridge with his precious amazing lemon water, so now it was all at room temperature. Pouting, he told himself he could just put a lot of ice in it, and it would be the same, but that was a lie, it was not the same. Sighing, he opened up the fridge by habit, and his eyes opened wide, when half the shelves were filled with the wonderful, wonderful lemon water, both in cans and plastic bottles. Minho must have done that for him. Jinki's heart melted a bit, and he reached for his phone, snapped a quick picture, and meant to send it with a short 'Thanks' and some happy emoticons, but he changed his mind at the last moment. Minho hadn't gotten a proper night off in ages, so Jinki shouldn't bother him with something so trivial. He would thank him when he came home. He reached for a big bottle, smiling to himself at how Minho would smile and say 'You're welcome' like it wasn't a big deal, like taking good care of Jinki wasn't a bother in any way. Getting a tall glass, he filled it to the brim and then gulped it down, sighing contently. This was the perfect temperature, so refreshing. It was so much better without ice (it washed out the perfectly balanced lemon taste) and it was an even better feeling that Minho had remembered to do this for him. So he drank the second glass with a silly grin. It was already past midnight and there was no telling when Minho would come home, so it made sense to just go to bed. He would see him in the morning and that was good enough, he told himself. Still humming to himself (even swaying his hips along), Jinki cleaned up, and got into his very comfortable sleeping clothes, a nice white T-shirt, and some checkered blue and green pyjamas pants. Once he got into bed, his eyes lingered on the drawer of his nightstand and he bit his lip slightly, reaching for it, but stopped midway. If he would use his toys, Minho would get a notification. Then it would seem like he was so desperate he could not let his boyfriend enjoy himself for one night without demanding his attention. That was too pathetic. (Even more so since Minho was not actually his boyfriend, but that was another story.) More than anything, Jinki wanted Minho to relax and have fun tonight. He had been working too hard, taking on too many responsibilities so he deserved this night, without having to worry about his boyfriend duties. Technically, Jinki could just jerk off without his toys, but where was the fun in that? It seemed pointless somehow, now when he was used to the hotness of Minho knowing what he was doing. Besides, he was probably too drunk to get it up anyways. He laid down, and pulled the covers over himself, getting warm and comfortable. Even though he was exhausted, sleep wouldn't come. He wasn't sure why until he thought he heard a sound, and his body tensed in excitement. But it wasn't Minho. Instantly, he felt stupid for hoping that it was. They would see each other tomorrow, and that was good enough. Only a matter of hours, and then he would hear all about his night, and they would laugh and Minho would smile that beautiful smile of his, even hug him, and offer to cook them breakfast. But no matter how much he focused on happy thoughts, something kept gnawing at him. The harder he tried to ignore that feeling, the stronger it became, an uneasiness in his chest, a sting, a quiet panic that kept growing and growing until it was out of control. He kept checking his phone, hoping for something, a missed call, a message, a single emoji, anything. It didn't matter how clearly he told himself there wouldn't be anything, it still hurt the same when that was true. When it was past three o'clock in the night, Jinki couldn't lie to himself anymore. He had to face the truth. Minho was hooking up with someone. A beautiful someone. A woman. Someone with long, smooth hair, reaching all the way down to her back, wearing a gorgeous dress, of proper design made out of proper fabric, that she chose herself because she was stylish and knew about fabric and fashion and all the things that were important to Minho. She would be wearing a pretty pink lipstick, making her even more feminine, even though she wouldn't need any help, she already had big breasts like Minho wanted, and she was soft in all the right places, like Minho needed. He would kiss her, and make love to her, and remember that he wanted a woman, that he needed a woman. Someone who could participate in the company, who could bear his children, who could continue the family legacy. They would get married, and Minho's grandmother would make her a beautiful dress, the best she had ever designed, while thanking god that she didn't have to waste her talent on some boring men's wear. Thanking the heavens that Minho had chosen someone who could appreciate her designs, someone suited for him. And Jinki would be forgotten. Jinki would be nothing. Not even a memory, but an insignificant point in time that wouldn't mean anything. He would be alone, and only get to see Minho in the papers, standing next to his beautiful wife, knowing that she was right for him, and he wasn't. There was no point in stopping the tears from flowing, and Jinki didn't even try. It was over, and the worst thing was that he didn't even see it coming. How could he not have seen it coming? How could he have allowed himself to get lost in the fantasy of it all? While trying to fool the world, he had somehow managed to fool himself. It wasn't completely his fault, though. Minho shouldn't have done that. Any of it. That was so wrong and twisted and he was such a fucking jerk and Jinki hated him. He hated him, he hated him, he hated him. At least when he hated him, it hurt a little less. Or, he could pretend that it hurt less. His ugly sobbing was halted when he heard the front door open, and he slightly panicked. It was almost five o'clock in the morning. Why even bother coming home? Why couldn't he just spend the night with his stupidly perfect future wife? A short while later, there was a soft knock on his bedroom door. Jinki didn't answer. No way he was talking to him now, covered in snot with his eyes all swollen. Very carefully, quietly, the door was opened. Panicking, Jinki closed his eyes, burying his face in the pillow, pretending to be asleep. “Hyung... Are you awake?” Minho whispered softly, moving closer, turning on the lamp.It was 5AM. Why the fuck would he be awake?Minho placed his hand on Jinki's shoulder, rubbing it slightly. “Hyung?” He whispered sweetly, and Jinki hated him.How arrogant to come here after hooking up with some random girl, using Jinki to get whatever was left out of his system. Or worse, doing it out of pity, because he thought Jinki was so pathetic and lonely he couldn't go one night without him. No way was he giving him the satisfaction. Minho placed a kiss on his shoulder.“Hyung, wake up for me.” He gently squeezed Jinki's biceps, his voice was a bit slurred and he was obviously drunk.The entitlement was too damn infuriating, and Jinki didn't budge. As if he was that easy.“Hyung, I need you.”Jinki's defences started to crumble. He needed him too. He needed him so, so much.“Hyung...”Minho removed his hand so he wasn't touching him anymore and Jinki panicked. He was giving up, leaving, and nothing was worse than that. Nothing. Immediately Jinki wiped his face on the pillow and turned around, grabbing Minho's wrist, roughly pulling him down on top of him. And he kissed him, with all his might and all his soul, using his lips, begging him to stay. Minho kissed him back and it was the best feeling in the world, and the worst. Jinki didn't care about Minho's fancy clothes anymore, and crudely opened up his shirt, even though some buttons might break, even though that shirt was probably worth more than Jinki's life. He needed to touch his skin, to touch his beautiful body, he needed to feel like nothing could come between them. For one night he needed to pretend that this shirt was their only obstacle. Sensing what he needed, Minho quickly got rid of his shirt, his pants, and pulled off Jinki's T-shirt and his pyjama pants. Once he was on top of him again, and both of them were naked, Jinki pulled him closer and kissed him, wrapping his arms and legs around him, clinging to him like a lifeline.“Wow.” Minho chuckled slightly, briefly breaking the kiss, looking at him with his big and beautiful brown eyes. “You really missed me.”And Jinki hated him. Never in his life had Jinki hated anyone as much as he hated Minho right now. How the fuck could he say that to him. Such a cruel, horrible thing to say, when he had no idea how true that was. No fucking idea.  Not able to hide his frustration, his annoyance, Jinki muttered bitterly: “Shut up, and fuck me.”“Yes, sir.” Minho chuckled slightly. “Your wish is my command.”As annoying as that was, Minho started moving down his body, kissing him, licking him, and then Jinki couldn't snap at him. It was difficult to stay mad at someone while they had his dick in their mouth, when they were licking and sucking and doing everything to give him pleasure. Impossible even, and his anger vanished, leaving him emotional, and fragile. Weak. When Minho kissed him again, there was no way to pretend anymore that he hated him. That he didn't love every single thing about him. The ugly truth was that it wasn't Minho who was entitled. Minho had given him everything, more than everything, even when Jinki had done nothing to deserve it. And still he demanded more. Demanded feelings that Minho was not capable of reciprocating. The truth was that Jinki was the entitled one. Of course Minho should find the perfect woman to marry and have children, someone to be happy with. Thinking that he had any right to cry over that was the ugliest feeling Jinki had ever had. So he pushed it away, buried his face in Minho's neck and breathed in deeply. He smelled different than usually. Alcohol, cigarettes, and something else. Minho didn't smoke, so he had been around someone who did, maybe someone who was also responsible for the unfamiliarity in his scent. But it didn't matter now. All that mattered was that now they were together. So Jinki breathed in deeply again, past those superficial smells, until he could really fill his lungs with the real scent of him. This was what he would miss the most. How he smelled, all manly and irresistible. Though that was a lie. There was no part of Minho that he wouldn't miss the most, even the bad parts. So when Minho pushed up Jinki's legs, towering above him all magnificent and amazing, Jinki felt like he should tell him. How much he had done for him, how amazing he was, how grateful Jinki was to him. How much he loved him.“Minho-yah...” He swallowed.“Mmh?” Minho stopped for a moment, his hard dick pressed against Jinki's ass, holding up his legs.But somehow his mouth became dry, and the word just wouldn't come.“You need me?” Minho asked cockily, since Jinki stayed silent.He smiled a little, and his eyes got wet because this insufferable attitude was what he would miss the absolute most, and then he just answered: “Yeah. I need you.”Minho's smirk turned into a smile, turning him more beautiful than any man had the right to be, and then he pushed his thick hard erection deep into Jinki's ass. And in that moment they belonged to each other.  Afterwards, Minho fell asleep in under a minute, but Jinki stayed awake for a very, very long time. The situation was a mess and it was bad. It was really, really bad.