heading for the sun

Title: Heading for the sun
Author:

argh (@

oneuldo)
Rating: PG-15 D:
Length: 4,816 words
Pairing: Onew/Minho
Summary/Notes: XD It's set in space... ^^ so its obviously AU. Minho is jealous of the Dubulge although his feelings change over time! (I kind of love the idea for this, even if its not executed so well.)
Warnings: idk, weirdness? XDD
Dedications: for

ryukilla of course I wrote this for you! XD ♥ I hope in the end it's okay^^; ilu bb! And for

kuri for helping me out & making suggestions, you're always so helpful & supportive, thank you bb! ♥

And thank you to

olebade for beta-ing this for me ♥

Heading for the sun

Onew/Minho

***

The silvery light spilled across Minho’s bunk, lighting up half of his room with the reflected shimmer as he lay there tapping his fingers against the thick glass. The light always looked odd filtered through the heavy glass, the way it seemed to gleam at odd angles across the room. He ignored that and stared out at the moon. Minho breathed out evenly, gazing around his cramped quarters, wishing for the millionth time that he could escape the confines of orbiting the moon in this small space station.

Minho’s job always made him feel as if he was standing on the edge of a meadow. Breathing in the fresh air deeply, he could remember bouncing around the outer ring of the ship, taking advantage of the lack of gravity. It felt like flying the way he could bounce around the corridor with so little energy. Lying there, he realised that it wasn’t the job he was sick of; the variety in work meant that he could never dislike it. It was the fact that he worked with the same small crew. To be stuck with them for years on a small space station was enough to cause friction.

Minho gazed out at the moon again; eyeing the dark grey spot that he knew was the settlement, marring the surface of the moon. He crossed the members off on his fingers. The Captain of their little crew was a slightly eccentric but highly intelligent man, Lee Jinki. The vice captain was the shortest of the crew, but his cockiness more than made up for his height. Minho had a lot of respect for Kim Jonghyun. Then there was Kim Kibum, Lee Taemin, and himself, which made up the entire population of the space station. Well, not including the fifty odd robots who kept the place running smoothly.

Minho had always seen himself as being just above the robots, even if he knew on some level that that was entirely untrue. The way Jinki would often ask for his opinion, the way he would wait patiently for Minho to answer, as if his opinion mattered. Minho had noticed this had been happening more often lately. That was what made him such an excellent Captain; he made every member of the team feel valued. Minho could still remember seeing Taemin flouncing down a corridor, eyes sparkling happy because Jinki had praised the job Taemin had done on fixing one of the engine’s robots. He was a gentle captain, and sometimes the fact that he never scolded anyone annoyed Minho, even if he did enjoy working with him.

The way Jinki would talk and flap his arms around animatedly reminded Minho of a chicken somehow, and the outlandish ideas Jinki came up with, such as turning the medical room into a beach themed relaxation spot, complete with robots decked out in brightly coloured Hawaiian shirts and flowers twined around their metallic arms and torsos, which Minho thought was amazing and creative. It seemed insane, but seeing the sand thickly covering the boring metallic flooring and the palm trees painted across the grey wall panels brightened up what was previously a dull medical room that Minho hated going to.

Now it became one of Minho’s favourite places to relax and retreat. It was easy to pretend he was at the beach, glancing up at the translucent ceilings which Jinki had spruced up by adding fake palm fronds and flowers, and a coat of opaque peach paint. He could easily imagine that he was gazing up at a sunlit night sky and not the Milky Way. It had seemed like such a ridiculous idea, but it had worked out so well that Minho could see everyone loved it considering they pretty much met there after every shift.

Despite all of Jinki’s innovations and brilliant inventions, Minho could barely walk into a room without sulking like a little child when he spotted Jinki. Just being in his presence made Minho feel like he was turning into a large, ugly green eyed monster who wanted to snap his head at Jinki all because of one little, or rather one large problem. Minho left the confines of his quarters, hardly even looking down at the stars just visible through the translucent flooring. He literally walked in circles, letting his feet guide him around the inner ring of the space craft, then walking around the outer circle of the space station. After a few circuits, he found himself returning to his room to sulk more. Even though the greenhouse would probably feel more therapeutic, there was the risk of bumping into Jinki there, and right now, Minho would volunteer to do the worst possible job if he could avoid that.

Settling on his bed under the covers again, never mind that he was dressed, he weighed up the pros and cons in his mind. If he stayed there, he could imagine turning into that sulky petulant child again, which seemed to be happening more often when Jinki ignored him. It horrified Minho how he was changing. Instead of just huffing at Jinki, he found himself stamping his feet and sulking when the other didn’t notice him or give him enough attention. Frankly, it was pathetic. Minho was starting to feel like a five year old child, desperate to please and eager for attention. If he left the station and went to the surface of the moon, he could work on collecting samples and data. He knew it would be a tough job, but it would provide escape from one Lee Jinki.

In his mind, he could clearly see how it would be best for him to relocate to the moon, but the problem was that he kept thinking of the greenhouse. He loved walking through the small, enclosed, glass house, overflowing with life. The humid, moist air always made him sweat, but shutting his eyes and breathing in the heady smell of the nutrient rich soil always made him smile and fondly remember running around as a child. The sense of freedom, playing and laughing in the garden until his knees were skinned or dirty.

The mini-suns lit up the greenhouse with a strange golden yellow which was nothing like the sun’s intensity or power. However, the warmth they provided made Minho want to roll onto his back and bask under the lights like a cat. His body longed to stretch out under the warmth and soak it up. Sometimes it seemed strange how much he liked the greenhouse. He could spend hours amongst the leafy blue plants that rose steadily towards the crystal clear ceiling and the warming lights.

The greenhouse had always been his sanctuary in the same sense that Jinki had always counterbalanced Minho. The greenhouse had offered peace and retreat for Minho, and Jinki had always been there to listen to him and support him. They were opposites, but Jinki’s jokes had always revealed some truth to Minho that the others missed, and his presence had made Minho feel safe, made him feel at home. But now, everything was off kilter and out of balance. It was disconcerting for Minho to have suddenly lost both counterweights that held him steady. He felt as if he was sliding down a chute, unable to stop himself from falling harder.

Minho felt uneasy going to the green house after finding Jinki there. Both times he had been staring thoughtfully into space with such concentration on his face. Minho wondered if he was trying to solve the universe’s problems, which was why Minho was spending most of his time in his quarters even if the confining walls made him want to scream in frustration. The whole situation seemed ridiculous to him. He wished he could understand how it had grown out of proportion. Squeezing his eyes shut as he lay on his bed, he could vividly see how his problem started.

It had been a quiet day at work, with Kibum, Taemin and the vice captain Jonghyun heading down to the moon to inspect some of the sample sites and have meetings with the moon crew supervisors, leaving Jinki and Minho to float around the station alone. Minho had gone back to his room after his shift had finished when his room attendant informed him that Jinki had requested to meet him down at the medical hot tubs.

Minho had thought of declining but then realised how much his body ached from all the exercise he had done earlier; climbing out onto the roof of the station to inspect the communication hatches to make sure everything was working. It was hard work climbing out onto the roof. The gentle tug of the moon’s gravity on his body and the way he had to climb, hand by hand, to get around the station took a lot of sweat and oxygen. He had been relieved to strip out of his space suit; the silvery fabric was so dense and heavy, even walking around on flat surfaces was tiring in it, let alone climbing vertically.

They had sat in the heated tubs, letting the gentle jets massage and soothe their skin, gazing out at the moon through the large window that stretched from floor to ceiling. It still felt bizarre to see the sand, to feel like he was at the beach and yet look out the window and see the moon hung there, a pale silvery spectre that filled most of the window, surrounded by glinting shining stars. Minho leaned forward in the tub, letting the cool air hit his nipples and chest as he studied the moon. The moon’s craters always fascinated Minho and, from their current position in their orbit, it was the perfect time to look closely.

Jinki was silently sitting across from him. Every so often, Minho glanced across at him because he was being unusually quiet. Minho had smirked as he saw Jinki sprawled back, eyes half shut and a look of pure ecstasy across his face, the pale blue water lapping at his chest. Minho sipped his smoky purple cocktail, breathing out softly as he leaned back too, enjoying the warm, scented water more than he should. He felt glad that Jinki had asked him to go, because it just felt amazing after a hard day’s work.

He groaned softly, shifting again to get in a better spot for the massaging jets. He could feel the knots loosening in his back, the tension being rubbed out. His skin was starting to feel silky soft from all the vitamins and minerals in the water and he was starting to feel drowsy. Sleepily, he sipped the cocktail, slipping further into the warm hot tub when a faint splashing sound made him look up. It was that moment, the second he looked up, that Minho had the first glimmer of trouble. Jinki climbed out of the tub awkwardly. Minho almost thought he was going to fall, but then he straightened up with more grace than Minho expected. Minho frowned and stared as Jinki groaned, stretching his muscles out as he raised his arms up in the air.

Minho found himself unintentionally following the pale blue droplets sliding down his torso, frowning as he saw them slide down his slightly defined stomach and down lower to where Jinki’s shorts looked shrunken and clung to his skin. Minho blinked, shaking his head slightly as Jinki turned, the silvery light hitting his body, illuminating him. Jinki’s shorts, he noticed, made him look deceptively large in the crotch area. Minho looked out the window, ignoring the bright green frond of a palm tree that edged the window, before he turned back to look at Jinki, figuring it was just an illusion of the light that made him look so large. After staring in fascination for a few more moments, Minho looked away, feeling fidgety and awkward. It was slightly disturbing that his eyes had been drawn there. It felt wrong to be staring at his captain’s body like that.

Minho shrugged as he slipped lower in the water, deciding it was to be expected when you were surrounded by the same four people all the time. Especially since Minho had not been able to go down to the moon recently to relieve his urges. For some reason, Jinki kept insisting that he needed Minho’s help and expertise, so he was bound to stay on the station. Minho had stayed in the tub a little longer, musing over the fact that it didn’t help that all his crew members were attractive.

Jinki shifted, catching the corner of Minho’s eyes. He watched Jinki walk around the small room, feet firm on the sand, the palms swaying in the artificial breeze. Minho had always felt some sort of connection with Jinki. He thought it was because he met Jinki first, but that did not explain how they often ended up on the same shifts together. The captain was quiet, reflective, but every so often he would burst forth with some strange idea like the beach themed medical room. Minho could not think of one idea that had failed; they always worked out. Minho was often amazed by Jinki’s eyes, the way he would softly gaze at Minho as if he was the most captivating thing Jinki had ever seen, smiling warmly across at him before walking away to discuss a mechanical problem with a robot, leaving Minho alone and confused in his wake. It always took some time before he remembered what he had been working on.

Minho had climbed out of the tub soon after Jinki, not really thinking about anything as he stepped into the small locker room to shower. It was only when he was drying himself that he froze, realising that he was not alone. Minho had forgotten about Jinki; he was used to being alone in there. The station only had two shower cubicles, and because of the different shifts and showering preferences, it was rare to strike another person in the showers. Minho wrapped his towel around his waist securely, gulping when he saw Jinki walk past, completely naked. He opened his mouth, but something stopped him from saying a word.

Minho shifted, planning to turn away to give Jinki some privacy when he heard Jinki’s voice. He turned to see Jinki talking to a small robot. Minho sighed in relief because the little robot blocked most of Jinki’s body from view. He blinked, seeing how Jinki seemed to be completely unaware of his presence. His mind went blank when the robot shifted and Minho was given a clear view of Jinki’s nude body in its entirety. He stood there, unable to move, his brain only half processing the fact that Jinki was arguing with and winding up the robot, something he delighted in.

But as Jinki wriggled around on his feet, Minho mentally face palmed, eyes widening as he saw something else jigging around. He breathed in deep, staring in disbelief and then feeling strange feelings flood his stomach, his teeth digging painfully into his lower lip. He bit down hard, mouth grimacing slightly as he eyed the size of the captain’s package. Minho felt this urge to lower his towel and compare them, but just looking made his heart sink right down to his toes. It really was not fair. His lips curled up into even more of an unattractive sneer. He could not believe that someone like Lee Jinki could be so damn lucky. Sure he was attractive, but he was completely clueless. He wouldn’t realise someone was hitting on him unless they spelt it out, and even then he was sure Jinki would think it was just ‘a friendship thing’. Minho scowled, crossing his arms in front of his chest. Seeing Jinki naked made him feel inadequate, and that just felt wrong on so many levels.

Minho was starting to feel like a bull seeing red the longer he stood there, confronted with the sight of Jinki dancing around innocently. The image was seriously screwed up; Jinki with this childish expression of carefree abandon on his face, dancing around so that Minho could not miss the size or the sight of that thing swinging around. He gritted his teeth together, forcing himself to turn away, trying to ignore the fact that their possibly asexual captain had the largest dick Minho had ever seen before. He dressed quickly after that, glancing every so often back at Jinki. His insides seethed hotly as he saw Jinki laughing with the robot and dancing around. Life really was unfair, Minho thought glumly as he slipped out of the locker room.

Minho was conscious of his vision turning red after that. He avoided shifts with Jinki because of the way he felt his blood boil up, and he stamped his feet as if he was about to stampede or gore someone if he had to work with Jinki. Other days, Minho felt as if he was turning into a nasty green monster, wanting to bellow and snap petulantly like a sulky child at Jinki. It was irrational how he felt, but he could not stop the mood swings and the way his feelings surged forth as if they were separate entities. Despite the way he felt, Minho began to miss Jinki. He missed the lame jokes and how Jinki would trip over his own feet and end up sprawled in front of a robot. Minho tried to stay away, but he soon found himself on the same shifts again, glowering and sulking like a child at Jinki, unable to stop wondering why Jinki was so blessed. He had everything: looks, a perfect body and intelligence.

One night, Minho woke up to his room attendant, Status, shaking him, its robotic arm digging into his side sharply. “Sir, would you like some medical assistance,” the metallic voice droned on. Minho felt like snapping at it even though it would do no good. The robots were designed to pick up on their breathing noises; another one of Jinki’s brilliant inventions designed to prevent them from getting sick by detecting illness before it reared its ugly head. Apparently heavy breathing and sweating meant to the robot that he was ‘sick’. He could not explain to it that he was just ‘horny’. The robot had no concept of that. But the worst thing for Minho was when he remembered the dream he had been having; naked Jinki had featured very heavily in it.

After that night, Minho had to send his room attendant into the anteroom, because being woken up by that damn robot night after night began to get a little trying; especially when he first woke he had kept imagining that it was Jinki. Gazing up into the robotic face was very disappointing. But it was worse when his dreams began to happen every night and he dreamed of the captain bending him over and fucking him senseless. It just seemed so wrong. Minho had always been a top, and yet he could not stop fantasizing about Jinki topping him. He shivered and tried to banish such horrible thoughts from his mind, sitting up late at night, fretting that there was something seriously wrong with him. It could not be normal to have such fantasies about his captain, to go from being jealous and angry to having wet dreams about him.

Minho sighed heavily as he rolled onto his side, unable to sleep again as he gazed up at the looming image of the moon, so close to the station. Minho felt so close to the moon, he thought about confiding in it because there was no one else he could confess to. Once again, he had been left alone with Jinki while the others visited the moon. It scared him how that excited him to be left alone with the captain, but he also dreaded it. Minho frowned and rolled over again, sitting up when he heard a soft hiss; the sound of the pressure door being opened. Immediately he knew something was wrong.

“Hey,” Minho called out to his room attendant, “I thought I told you to wait in the anteroom!” he snapped at the robot, blinking his eyes in the dark and frowning because he could not see the green glowing eyes of his room attendant. For a second, he thought they had been infiltrated by space pirates, but as soon as he turned the little bedside lamp on, he shrank back, seeing Jinki standing there clad only in his uniform grey shorts. Minho’s first thought was how of how unfair it was that even in those hideous shorts he felt like tackling Jinki to the floor, how the captain could make them look so good.

“Hey, Minho.” Jinki’s voice was soft, he sounded half asleep. “Are you avoiding me? I just felt like you’ve been hiding out here a lot.”

“Uh no.” Minho tugged his blanket up to his chin, leaning back against the wall before he shook his head, lying through his teeth. “Course not, I was just thinking about stuff, y’know,” He nodded. “Maybe next time, can I go down to the moon instead of Taemin?” he asked, feeling his heart pounding as Jinki stepped closer to him. Minho tensed his back immediately, hearing in his head, Stay back Jinki, stay well back for both of our safety.

“No,” Jinki immediately replied, “no you can’t.”

“Why not?” Minho’s expression fell, he was starting to see red again. Blood hot heat rising up inside his chest. How dare Jinki decide not to let him go down to the moon? It was not right. He was going to take it up with the space council if Jinki kept acting like that. “Why the hell not? You can’t keep me cooped up here,” Minho snapped out with a frown, glowering when his room attendant appeared.

“Is everything alright in here, sir?” he asked Minho with large, glowing green eyes that blinked quickly at him.

“For fucks sakes, yes, Status. Go and wait in the anteroom,” Minho snapped, his gaze focussed on the annoying robot. He never even noticed Jinki shifting closer to the bed. “Don’t come out until I tell you to, Status.” He frowned and shook his head, gulping when he turned to the side and saw that Jinki was right next to him. Jinki’s hips were almost at Minho’s eye level. He swallowed when he saw the way his shorts tented out in front. Minho held back a groan. He was clearly doomed if he was starting to see things like Jinki having an erection. He wondered if he had cabin fever. He fervently hoped that whatever he had, there was a cure for it.

“Status. You named your attendant Status?” Jinki asked, sinking down to sit on the bed next to Minho. He turned and gazed at Minho with his eyes focussed and intent on the younger male. “Was that my influence?” Jinki asked, cocking his head to one side. “You heard me say ‘status’ when we first arrived, was it because of that?” Jinki asked inquisitively, blinking his eyes at the other boy until Minho felt uncomfortable with the close proximity.

“Maybe. Uh, Jinki, what did you want?” Minho tried to shift back further. He hit his spine hard against the wall, making him wince in pain. “Ouch.” Minho swallowed, wishing he could move back just to get away from Jinki, but to his horror, the older male leaned in even closer, eyes glinting mischievously in the dim lighting.

“Is it not obvious?” Jinki asked, and Minho realised he could detect a hit of anguish in his voice. “Minho, is it not obvious what I want?” he asked, biting his lip, and Minho noticed how his hands were shaking slightly, but he just shook his head. Minho really had no idea what Jinki wanted. He was sure it was not the same thing he wanted. He had never known Jinki to be interested in anyone before. Minho watched as Jinki gingerly shifted on the bed, frowning as Jinki knelt on the side of the bed and then crawled forward. Minho was started to get freaked out. He wanted to move back, but the wall was wedged against his back firmly.

Minho could hear alarms going off in his head as Jinki placed his hands on either side of Minho’s hips, but he stayed there, feeling his heart rate increase as Jinki crawled forward. Minho knew what was going to happen, he felt cold shivers slide down his spine. This was all wrong. He should push Jinki away, wake him up from whatever daydream he was suspended in. Minho knew it was the right course of action, but instead, Minho let his eyes shut, tilting his head forward, feeling excited, but his limbs felt jittery. Minho felt like he waited forever, but then he heard Jinki’s sharp intake of air before Jinki’s nose bumped his, and instead of the soft pressure of his lips, he felt their noses collide painfully with a crack before he felt Jinki’s breath hot against his neck. Then it was gone again.

Minho’s eyes snapped open. He felt disappointed, opening his mouth to say something, but before he could get a word out, Jinki’s lips brushed against his. It was only a second. Just as Minho’s brain had realised that Jinki was kissing him, the brush of soft lips was gone, leaving Minho desperately wanting more. That was not a proper kiss, god damn it. He needed and wanted more. He could see Jinki blushing so red he practically glowed as he shyly looked across at Minho, unable to meet his eyes. Minho was aware of the fact that Jinki was shifting backwards fast to escape. So he leaned forward and grabbed a hold of him, tugging Jinki forward again.

“Jinki,” Minho whispered, “I don’t think I quite understood what you wanted.” Minho smirked as he saw Jinki’s expression change. He looked depressed and upset, eyes completely downcast. “Can you show me again?” he asked, tilting his head to the side before he leaned forward, grinning when he saw the way Jinki’s eyes lit up, understanding immediately. Minho just felt so squishy on the inside, as if he was actually melting when he saw how shy and unsure Jinki looked; it was adorable.

Minho closed the gap between their heads, letting his hand loosely rest on Jinki’s neck. He waited and let the older male shyly press their lips together. It was awkward and obvious that Jinki had no experience, but that somehow made it seem even better. It wasn’t just some hot kiss with a random stranger, it was a clumsy, earnest kiss, but it just felt perfect to Minho with all its imperfections. The way Jinki’s fingers reached for him, hot fingertips clutching his body. When he pulled back, he just looked so pleased with himself, as if he had won the lottery. Minho decided it would be harsh to say, “not bad I suppose, for a first kiss,” so he kept the comment to himself, deciding that he would spend all his free time teaching Jinki how to kiss properly.

“I want you Minho,” Jinki finally whispered. “You, Minho, um, sorry if that--”

Jinki was cut off when Minho just leaned forward and kissed him again, harder, tugging Jinki’s lower lip into his mouth. Minho’s eyes slid shut, god he had missed kissing, the taste of another person. He shivered slightly, focussing on the way Jinki tasted and how it did things inside him. He could feel his limbs trembling against Jinki’s. Minho tugged Jinki forward so that he practically fell into Minho’s lap. He wanted to laugh, wondering how he had gone from being jealous to fantasizing about his captain and now to kissing him.

“I want you, too, Jinki,” Minho murmured, rubbing his thumbs across Jinki’s cheeks, suddenly wishing that Jonghyun, Kibum and Taemin would be away for a week, not just two nights. Oh, he could just imagine kissing Jinki in all the nooks and crannies of the ship. The thought sent shivers down his back. Jinki hugged Minho suddenly, curling his head against his chest. He could feel Jinki’s body heat radiating into his body, and how Jinki trembled slightly as he clung to Minho.

Minho could suddenly envisage the future; the nights when the two of them would be curled up in the medical hot tubs, soaking out the stress from their bodies or lying curled together by the window, the moon watching over them as their twined bodies moved together. Minho shivered again and pulled Jinki closer, wrapping his arms firmly around his body, feeling incredibly thankful for that fateful day when he first saw Jinki naked, for opening his eyes completely to the awesomeness that was Lee Jinki.

***

SDHSDJKFDF

Tags: !fanfic, bday fic, oneshot, pairing: minji, rating: pg-15

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maxism12

December 13 2010, 11:20:59 UTC 1 year ago

SPOT!

maxism12

December 13 2010, 11:51:39 UTC 1 year ago

ok ohmygod!

you are slowly making OnHo my OTP, I hope you realise that! But this is so cute~ I love how Minho keeps trying to run from Jinki, but it's Jinki~

I ♥ Status, idk I think he's cute! ^^

And as previously mentioned, can I please be Minho here? Jinki kiss me like that please. /dead.

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