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Title: La Douce Deni part 9 (Final)
Pairing: OnHo (Onew and Minho)
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Minho is a college freshman and has a crush on a junior named Onew. What happens when the usually popular jock asks the people-phobic nerd Onew out on date?
A/N: awwww snap this it! Are you ready? I'm not ready. Aish...hope you're not disspointed...enjoy ^^




 It had been two weeks since he'd talked to Jonghyun. Two weeks with their conversation whirling around in his head like a beehive. He had a new found hate for the older man. Telling him things he didn't need to hear, making his feelings come alive after it felt like he had finally numbed them. Jonghyun was annoying and stupid. Completely annoying and stupid Jonghyun was.

He told Jonghyun to meet him outside of the cafeteria much later in to the night. Jonghyun was sitting patiently when he showed up, sitting quietly on a ledge near some trees, huddling against the cold that occurred at midnight. Minho wasn't exactly sure if he wanted to talk to Jonghyun, and it had taken him the rest of the day to decide whether or not to meet the older student. He knew that this conversation would have everything to do with Onew, and he really wanted to not talk about that nerd. He had been doing exceptionally well at staying away from the nerd. Minus the times when he glanced down a school hallway and say that light brown hair bouncy with every step, he hadn't seen Onew for over a month. The pain had been slowly subsiding. Like the glow trapped under a pile of coals. Not burning through all the way, just glowing a little. And that was bearable.

Hey.” Jonghyun tried to smile like all the shit that had happened two months ago hadn't happened at all. Minho nodded with a gentle greeting and sat down next to Jonghyun. The older man attempted to make small talk, trying to see how Minho was doing, how were his classes going, etc.

Stop with the nonsense Jonghyun. What did you want to talk about?” Minho cut him off when he started rambling about new classes that were difficult for him. He gave Minho a look that said he wasn't sure how to go about this, but he knew he had to say this.

You should try again.” his friend said with determination and possibly some hope. Minho immediately rolled his eyes at the fool Jonghyun was. He didn't even need to further explain what he meant by those four words, Minho already knew. And he was not willing to try again. Not until Onew wanted him to. And that was never going to happen, so no dice.

Is this really what you called me out here for? If so, I'm going back to my room.” Minho stood up but Jonghyun yanked him back down with rushed words about how Minho needed to wait and hear him out because this was very important and he needed to hear this. Not in that exact order, but something like that. Minho sat back down, waiting for Jonghyun to start talking a bunch of bullshit again.

Onew wants to be with you he—“

Did he say that?”

Well, no but—“

Then forget it.” Minho kept cutting Jonghyun off because he already knew, and he didn't want any false hopes stuck in his mind. Jonghyun tried again,

I know it sounds corny but you and Onew are meant to be! You are probably the best thing that happened to him! You just need to try again.” already the older man sounded exhausted.

Really? Best thing? I basically cheated on him. I hurt him. I'm not going to try again Jonghyun, he doesn't want me to.” he needed to hold in all these feeling that were deciding to reemerge themselves. He wasn't anxious to see Onew again, he wasn't wishing that Jonghyun would completely convince him to give up and go begging Onew to take him back one last time. He was moving on, he was becoming better and moving on. Right? Right.

But he does! I know he does! Just trust me when I say he wants you to but he doesn't have the balls to go and tell you!” he was trying to not believe Jonghyun's words. They had to be false.

How do you know that? He hasn't said anything to you, nothing to Key, nothing to me. He doesn’t want me! I'm not going to force myself on him. He's better off with out me.” Damn it were those tears coming out of his stupid eyes? He had worked on himself for a fucking month. A whole month of hard work and fucking dedication to distracting himself, and less than ten minutes of talking about Onew had cracked him almost immediately. How annoying. How frustrating.

He is not! He needs you just as much as you need him! You're both idiots. He misses you, I know he does. Trust me when I say that he wants you just as much as you want him.” Jonghyun kept sounding so off, so wrong. Onew didn't want him, he didn't need him. That was absolutely absurd. Jonghyun didn't give Minho a chance to speak his thoughts, he continued. And he finally made Minho snap out of his self-loathing pit and think that maybe he did have another chance.

He...okay don't you dare tell him I told you this...but...he calls your name. He calls your name in his sleep. Like...he cries before he goes to sleep and he calls out your name. He keeps mumbling in his sleep about trusting you and wanting to trust you...he misses you Minho. I know he does. He cuts up his own fucking fruit in the morning like you did, he bought this huge pillow and places it next to him when watches his dramas, he picks fights with me for the sake of fighting like you guys did. I know he wants to be with you. Just try again Minho. Try again, and keep trying until you get him back.” why was Jonghyun crying? Why were they both crying? He shouldn't have ever agreed to meet Jonghyun. He should have stayed in his room and finished his night routine. He shouldn't have met Jonghyun. It was one of the worst decisions of his life. It followed right after his decision to let Taemin lead him over to that stupid couch.

I can't.” god he sounded so pathetic. So hopelessly lost and desperate. He was crying, he couldn't deny that now. He couldn't deny the ache and need to find Onew and see him. To beg and cry and do whatever it took to gain Onew's trust once again. But the thought, the thought of Onew shunning him once again was what made him stay planted in his seat next to this tree. The fear of seeing Onew look down on him with such disgust and mistrust, the glare that would paralyze and destroy him, and make him farther apart from Onew than he already was. The fear made him weak, made him sob, made him wish that for one fucking time there could be a miracle of time travel. Just once, just one fucking time he could go back and stop it before it all happened. He wished so hard, but he couldn't make it happen. It was not going to happen, he wasn't going to get a second chance.

I can't!” his voice was getting louder, the more Jonghyun tried to convince him that he could, he needed to, the louder his voice got. He couldn't, and he wouldn't.

I can't, I can't, I can't. Its impossible. I can't. No.” because of Jonghyun his thoughts were scrambled. Every defense he had lined up to protect himself, all this time he had worked up at pushing these feelings about Onew back had come crashing down. He had convinced himself that Onew was better off without him. He was better off because he didn't want Minho anywhere near him, any part of his life. So he had built a defense to forget and deal with the separation that was eating him alive. And here Jonghyun came, making him doubt himself. Making false hope bloom like a flower in the middle of winter. Full and thriving, bright and breathing. It hurt, because what if a storm flew by and knocked the precious flower down? What if it was once again buried in snow, frozen and killed?

Too much risk, too much pain.

He had rushed away, shoving Jonghyun off of him with a quick, “I'll think about it.” and ran to back to his room. He cried, calling his brother, demanding instructions because he did not know what the fuck to do. He was falling apart and almost giving in to the painful desire to find Onew. He was trying to hold himself together. He was acting irrational and crazy. He was becoming a stupid child having a tantrum again...

Donghae had spent the following weekend sleeping on the futon in his little brother's dorm and talking with Minho until he fell asleep and until his heart felt more at rest.

That was about two weeks ago. He was sitting in the laundry room, perched on a counter that was meant for folding clothes and leaving laundry soap and baskets behind. Although most students found it as a resting place while waiting for their clothes to finish, just like Minho always did. He was perched on the far counter, comfortable in a loose tank and low basketball shorts. He reminded himself to thank his step-mother for buying him his new slippers that kept his feet warm while winter slowly melted in to spring. He had a small scowl on his face, his eyebrows scrunched in thought underneath shaggy dark hair. His eyes couldn't stop reading the text on his phone over and over again. He kept reading the multiple texts that Jonghyun had sent him after a few days of ignoring his calls;

To: Minho

From: Jonghyun

--U still love him. try again.--

--Ur going to regret it if u dont--

--He cried ur name in his sleep again--

--Grow some balls.--

--I just want to see him happy. U made him happy. And hes not happy without u.--

That conversation had been pulsing through his thoughts like a bad headache. The texts had been pulling at strings he thought he had knotted for good. Especially the last text. It was confusing him, because he also wanted Onew to be happy, he also wanted Onew to live a fucking happy life which is why he wasn't going anywhere near him. Because that was what he had thought would make him happy. To leave him alone, because Onew would be better off with out him right? He would be happy with out him right? The farther Minho got, the happier Onew was. That was his theory, and he had been sticking to it.

So why were Jonghyun's words penetrating his theory? Why was Jonghyun's texts making him want to be as close to Onew as possible because there was the smallest possibility that maybe Onew was happy with Minho, and they could be happy together?

He needed evidence. Raw evidence that told him that Onew missed him and possibly wanted Minho to be apart of his life again. Just a tiny piece, nothing huge.

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He wasn't stalking Onew. He was sure of that. It wasn't like when he had first followed the nerd around and memorized his schedule to make sure he could kind of sort of watch him everyday. No it was nothing like that. He was just waiting in the hallway where he knew Onew would get out of class, because it was the one hallway he would see Onew's hair bouncing away as Minho left his class. He knew Onew had a class in this hall, and he was going to wait until he saw him. Yes he had opted for dark sunglasses and a dark hoodie to camouflage himself, but he wasn't stalking. He just wasn't.

He jumped away from the wall he was leaning on, and then tensed as Onew walked out of a classroom on his far left. Minho mentally became one with the wall until his nerd started walking away from him with out a clue. He summoned his past spying skills and began following Onew from a safe distance. He just needed some evidence, that was all. Yes, he was going to be skipping one of his classes for this, but he could copy over notes later he told himself, this was more important. He quickly realized that Onew was heading to the small cafe he usually studies at instead of the library. His heart pounded with all the memories of attempted footsies and constantly buying Onew a coffee but the nerd never drinking it. He had done quite a lot of studying himself here, especially when Onew gave him that look to warn Minho his balls would be chopped off if he was disturbed during this study session.

His nerd arrived at the cafe, and Minho snuck in and found a seat and whipped out a book from his backpack to shield his face. He smartly set out his laptop and a notepad with pen so he looked studious enough and to not catch anyone's attention.

He peeked over the edge of the book to continue watching his nerd. Onew sat down at his normal table, setting his things down to get ready to study. Of course he had his notebook, his highlighter and fountain pen. Next was his course book, then a scholarly journal on the subject, and a random book in case Onew needed a break.

Minho thought his nerd was then going to sit down, turn on his music and get to it. He was mistaken. Onew left his things and went to the coffee counter to order something. Minho couldn't imagine what, because Onew didn't drink coffee. Maybe one of their fruit teas? Onew glanced in his direction and Minho immediately averted his eyes and turned the page of the book, boring holes in to words he wasn't reading. He waited for a couple of counts before peeking again. Onew wasn't paying attention to him anymore, but instead ordering. Minho couldn't hear what he was saying, but he watched the cashier nod, and then give him a puzzled look. Onew just stared until the cashier nodded again and wrote on a small coffee cup his order. Onew paid and then waited near the pick up counter. Minho took the time to gaze lovingly at his nerd. He hadn't seen him up close for quite awhile. His nerd had cut his hair back to its normal length, not touching his shoulders anymore but still shielding his eyes. He had kept the color though, the light brown with honey whisked in between. But something struck him odd about Onew when the boy turned his head toward a light shining in the small cafe. His eyes were sunken, the slightest tint of black under his eyes. His skin was so pale it alarmed Minho. Yes Onew was naturally a bit paler than him, but not as pale as...as a ghost. A sick ghost. His lips matched his skin color, and now that Minho really looked at Onew, he looked frail. The oversized knitted sweater her wore hung a little too loosely, his fingers looked a little too thin.

His theory was slowly starting to crumble before him, maybe Onew needed him? Was their separation really having an affect on Onew? Did Minho need to just demand to be back in his life already? But the doubt still tried to glue the crumbled pieces back together. Because Onew's words from that night still whispered in his mind, Onew's heartbroken face was still stamped on his thoughts. So staying away was best...right? He still wanted evidence.

It wasn't until Onew got his order that Minho completely threw his whole theory about staying away from Onew out the window. The worker called his name, and Onew quickly thanked him and sat back down, sliding the small cup to sit next to one of his books.

And that was when he saw it, the smallest piece of evidence that he needed.

A small heart was drawn on the side of the cup, just like Minho used to do. And Onew glared at the cup and then began studying. He didn't drink it once, he didn't touch it until he was done studying and got up to throw it away, walking wit a light hop out of the coffee shop. Minho's heart was hammering with excitement. No, it was his whole body, it was trembling.

He picks fights with me for the sake of fighting like you guys did.

It made sense now. Onew was trying to substitute for Minho's absence. He was doing things like making the cafe workers draw hearts on his coffee that he didn't drink so he could feel like Minho was there. The words were jumping off his lips in a hushed breath, scared of the very facts displayed right in front of him...this was real, this was happening, and he couldn't run away from it. He was going to grow balls, and go crawling back until Onew agreed to be apart of his life again. He must be worthy enough, he must be good enough. Because Onew wanted Minho, needed him, just like he needed Onew. The smile breaking his calm features was accompanied by unbelievable words.

“He misses me.”

In a rush of excitement, he stood up and let his feet drag him outside. His eyes scanning, looking for that head of light brown hair, that smaller frame with a turtle-shell backpack.

He blinked, puzzled. Because he was pretty sure he had just seen Onew leave the cafe...where had he gone? Minho looked around with hurried eyes, glancing at every person that walked by. He was no where in sight...he wasn't going to let this go.

He couldn't. With the sweet sweet evidence he had now, he couldn't give up. He smiled as he messaged Jonghyun, trying his best not to misspell words because of his excitement.

To: Jonghyun

From: Minho

--Make sure ur not in the room tmrrw.--

He didn't get much of a response, more like a phone call filled with a bunch of 'fuck yeah's and 'I fucking told your idiot ass' and other repeated swears. Minho wasn't upset when Jonghyun threw the famous line of 'I told you so!'. He was actually happy to hear it, more than happy. Blissful, perfect, joyous. Because Jonghyun was right, and that meant maybe he could stop trying to close that damn drawer. Maybe he could finally keep it open, organize it, and look through it daily with out his heart hurting so much.

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(NOTE: I was listening to this song while writing this part, idk if you want to but yeah just here.)

A door is a very simple thing. A piece of wood, metal, plastic, or anything in between bolted to a hole in a room or building. Its purpose is to show entrance and exit. Most doors have handles. Some can be pushed open or automatically slide open. Some are locked, and if you don't have the key then you need to knock with the hope that someone is on the other side of the door and will let you in. Simple.

And yet Minho found that knocking on a door to be the most difficult task in the whole universe at that moment. He could not bring his hand up to tap on the door. The door that was keeping Onew inside, that piece of metal that separated them.

He wasn't sure how long he'd been standing there in front of that door. Whenever someone walked by he would fain that he just about to knock. And the second they left he'd drop his hand back down and continue to stare.

He wasn't sure what he was going to say. He wasn't sure what Onew was going to say either. That was the scarier part. Would the door be slammed in his face? Would Onew cry and scream, and then slam the door? But still, what was he going to say? That was the scarier part.

His heart wanted to jump start things with 'I love you.' but he didn't want a completely shocked Onew. His mind thought that the conversation should begin with 'I saw the coffee cup.' but then again he didn't want Onew thinking he was creepy and stalked him...even though he kind of did.

Minho could start of with 'Hi.'. He nodded to himself, it was a very modern approach, something people used everyday to greet one another. And then maybe ask politely if he could come in. Yes, this was actually a good plan.

Now.

If only he could knock on the damn door.

He sighed deeply, frustrated with his hand for being useless. He couldn't blame his other hand though, it was carrying a bag of food for bribing reasons. A legit excuse. But the other one...

“Grow some balls.” he huffed with a growl and raised his hand. A swift movement of bring it back then forward quickly. And it never touched the metal. It stopped right before touching it.

“UGH!” he growled, and jumped with rage at his cowardliness. In the middle of his mini-fit, his foot came forward. It loudly slammed in to the door with a giant thud that made Minho freeze in confusion and terror.

Well...that worked too.

His mouth went dry with the sound of quiet footsteps approaching. And his little plan of saying 'Hi' flew back down his throat when the click and turn of the knob rang in his ears. He watched and tried not to blink at the silver handle turned and the door was pulled open.

Maybe he expected an angel to open the door, or some kind of God.

Onew's pale and sleepy face with wild brown hair and thick framed glasses was ten times better. Angels must be so jealous of his beauty, he thought for a split second. And then those tired eyes opened up a little bit and looked at him.

Minho could only stare, and for a quite a while, Onew only stared back also. The hallway suddenly became quiet, and Minho could faintly hear that the television was on in Onew's dorm. He was kind of waiting for the door slamming for the first few seconds of staring. But his heart beat slowed when he realized Onew didn't at all look angry or upset in any way. He looked genuinely surprised. A little scared, and just as nervous as Minho was. But not angry. And that was good right?

“Uhm...” oh crap! That was not how he had planned to start off. He took a breath, noticing how Onew held his before Minho spoke again.

“Hi.” he barely choked out. Onew bit his lip with a very shy expression in his eyes as they downcasted to the floor.

“Hey.” his nerd answered.

Minho held up the plastic bag he'd had clamped in his free hand the whole time.

“I uh...brought food. It's fried chicken...can I come in?” that question was so loaded. They both knew, knew what Minho was there for. Onew must have known it was Minho intention of coming in and getting back to being apart of his life. He must have known what it meant to let Minho in then, because he looked up at the question and his eyes screamed panic and uncertainty. Minho waited with a thrumming heart as Onew mentally debated whether he should let this man in. Because letting him in meant he just might forgive Minho. Letting him in meant he wanted to talk too, that he had thing to say, that he wanted to listen, that he wanted to possibly repair things. Which meant Onew missed him too. Which meant Onew wanted Minho too. Maybe not as much, maybe not as a lover anymore, maybe just a friend. But he wanted him too. If Onew let him in, he wanted Minho in his life too.

Those dark eyes calmed down, uneasy but willing.

Onew nodded, stepping back to open the door fully and let Minho in.

“Just um...set it in the kitchen.” Onew gestured to the counter that separated the living space from the small snack area. Minho curtly nodded and headed over, busying himself with setting out the food he had bought. A box of fried chicken, sides of french fries and dipping sauces as well. Onew offered him anything to drink and he simply took water.

They sat at the counter quietly, taking small bites and cautiously looking at each other, daring someone to go first. When they had finished, or just stopped eating for awhile, Minho pulled up his last amount of courage and spoke first.

“I'm sorry.” he started, because that was important. Onew's eyes hardened the tiniest bit, his whole body tensing with the smallest dash of anger. Minho continued,

“I'm so sorry for that night. I just...I messed up. I should never have let that guy come near me. I knew his intentions. I should have done more to keep him away. I never...” and there went his emotions again. It felt a lot like the night after being rejected by Onew. The night he had stormed in to pull Jonghyun away and ended up screaming in Onew's face. Like he was being pushed under waves of emotions he couldn't control. But this ocean that he was sinking in was much different. Not only couldn't he control the waves, he didn't want to. He laid down in the water and slowly sank in, letting the dark blue envelope him whole.

“I never wanted to hurt you Onew. Never. And I'm sorry that I did. I wanted so bad to be everything he wasn't. And I did worse. I'm so sorry. You were right...that night when I came drunk here? You were right, that you deserve better. I had a problem, I did. I was full of myself, and I was lost. I had a hole in my life and I didn't know what to do with myself. So I go wasted, and I slept with whoever showed affection to me. And I was dumb. I wasn't worthy. And in the end I don't think I ever will be.” the hot tears were clouding his vision, and the pain in the back of his throat was making it hard to speak. But he needed to. He needed to tell Onew everything.

“I'm sorry for that. That I'll never be the perfect guy you're looking for. You were right, I'm disgusting. I'm not worth your time.” he sniffled like a child but boldly looked in to Onew's eyes, which were red around the edges themselves. Minho tried to collect himself, realizing how quickly this night was escalating. It was scary yet exciting.

“But you were also wrong that night.” he breathed. Onew's own breath got caught, sucking in a breath in anticipation as Minho slid around the counter to stand right in front of his nerd. He forcefully grabbed Onew's hands and pulled him closer so he could make sure this man heard every word.

“You were wrong, when you said you hated me. That you didn't like me. That you never would. You were wrong. Lee Jinki, you love me. Just like I love you. And I know you always will, because I always will. I will always love you with everything I have you stubborn sarcastic dramatic mean nerd.” he growled a bit, just like his brother had done when scolding him. Because he needed Onew to understand damn it. He needed him to know.

“I love you. And I want to be in your life again. Please?” he gasped with desperation. He really didn't know what he was going to do if Onew said no, if he rejected him again. He really didn't know if his heart could take that pain again.

Onew was breathing raggedly and uneven. His eyes were swollen and the tears were gently gliding down his cheeks.

“I'm going to be honest with you again, okay?” his nerd whispered. Minho nodded and waited.

“I want to trust you. Please understand that. I want to. I tried to. That night when I saw you...with him...if it had been anyone else. I would have laughed. I would have laughed and cried and told myself 'I told you so'. But it was you. And I couldn't even laugh at myself. I had let my guard down, let you in almost completely. Literally the thought of you hurting me never touched my mind until I saw you with him on that couch. And it hurt. A lot. And I thought that was it. I would never speak to you again, I would move on and eventually I would be okay. I could hide again, go back to being me and staying away from everyone.” Onew's hands gripped Minho's tightly and he felt his nerd's body begin to shake, Onew sucking in breath as he kept talking and crying.

“I tried! I tried to keep going, pretend I didn't know you and that you didn't exist anymore. But there’s all these empty spaces where you should be! Where I wanted you to be! I kept doing things so I could think you were there! I missed you Minho! I missed you so much it hurt more than when you hurt me.” and Onew reached up to clutch his chest, as if his heart was hurting right then and there in his chest. He understood, because that was how he felt. Everyday it was so hard to numb his the ache in his chest.

“I thought that I would heal my broken heart since you were gone. But it kept breaking more and more, there was barely anything left. You're right. I was wrong.” his heart was banging, realizing where Onew's words were leading to.

“I was wrong when I said I'd never like you. That I'd always hate you...” Onew's eyes were urgently searching Minho's face, for what he wasn't sure. But he seemed to find it when he smiled weakly and fresh tears poured down his cheeks.

“Choi Minho, you idiot, I love you.” Onew gasped, like he had just come to this realization. And he reached up with the hand that had been previously clutching at his chest, to firmly wrap around Minho's neck and tug him closer, so that their lips could finally meet.

He felt a soft cry leave his throat when Onew's lips were on his, moving softly but securely. Minho automatically wrapped his arms around his nerd so they're bodies could touch. It felt right, to have Onew like that, safe in his arms, kissing him like this. He didn't have to wonder if it was real, it was. And all the thoughts about how soft and plump Onew's lips were...he was right. His nerd briefly pulled back panting for air,

(NOTE: sorry to interrupt, if you are listening to the music, turn it off now. it will ruin the mood.)

“I'm trusting you Minho.” he breathed in to Minho's lips.

“I know.” he assured back.

“Don't you dare break my trust again.” it sounded more like a plea than an order.

“Never.” Minho promised and pressed his mouth against those beautiful lips again, momentarily stopping Onew from talking. He breathed through his nose, relishing in the feel of Onew's fingers tugging lightly at his hair to bring the taller man closer.

“I'm serious Minho.” Onew tried to continue

“I know.” Minho repeated and tried to capture Onew's bottom lip between his teeth. His nerd actually chuckled and smirked while pulling back, but not able to get far with Minho's arms holding him close.

“I swear to the high heavens Minho I'll let Kibum tear you limb from limb, I'll never speak to you or see you again, if we have children I'll take them away from you, I'll take your money and your car, I'll shave your head in your sleep, I'll—“

I know.” Minho laughed, he enjoyed the way Onew smiled easily up at him.

“You promise?” his nerd asked again. All the tears had dried, nothing but smiles left behind.

“I love you.” Minho promised and kissed those sweet sweet lips again, picking Onew up to take him to the couch where they could be more comfortable.

Slowly seating him on the soft cushions, he didn't waste time in going back to kissing Onew over and over again, savoring every small moan that Onew let out.

“ I love you.” Onew uttered against his lips. Minho hummed in acknowledgment, smiling when he felt Onew smile in their kiss. He suddenly got an idea and pulled away from Onew smiling widely and quite dumbly.

“So then, will you go out with me?” he asked with his goofy grin. Onew rolled his eyes at his corny question. Because no duh. But then again...

“Can't we skip that whole dating part and just be in a relationship?” Onew sighed. Minho was a little shocked at that. Since when did the overly shy Onew, people-phobic Onew want to skips steps?

“Huh? Didn't you say before to take it slow? To give you time? What happened from then till now?” his questions spilled out. Onew shrugged at first, but then gave a full answer when Minho stubbornly glared at him.

“I've been away from you long enough, tried to be with out you long enough. I kind of don't want to wait anymore.” he admitted. Automatically he began to bite his lip and stare at the ground. Minho gently reached over to cradle that adorable face in his hands. He couldn't help but stare.

“What?” Onew tried to laugh away his nervousness.

“You're cute.” Minho purred and pulled his nerd who helplessly struggled to get away.

“Shut up.” Onew growled but tucked his head under Minho's chin. He did it like it was the most natural thing to do, like he was meant to do it.

“You know you can't back out now. You're stuck with me. Like I plan on getting a house with you, we're gonna adopt kids, get a dog, grow old, bicker until we die. Get it?” Minho warned playfully, and smiled when Onew sighed dramatically with a loud 'I know!' and snuggled in to Minho's shoulder.

“Oh, and when we get kids, we're getting a girl.” he remembered suddenly.

“Huh?” Onew sat up and gave Minho a very confused stare. Minho shrugged and told him not to argue, it was happening and that was it. Onew laughed and smiled in agreement.

“You have my mother's smile.” Minho murmured suddenly, unable to catch himself. Onew was taken aback, eyes questioning what that meant.

“You have the same smile as my mother. When you smile, everything is perfect.” Minho confessed, “Its why I fell for you in the first place.”

“Stop saying corny things, you're making my heart hurt.” Onew smiled softly and kissed Minho again, and Minho couldn't fight back. He just complied.

And the whole in his life, that aching whole he hadn't known existed when his mother had died, slowly filled up with each kiss from Onew's lips. With each whispered 'I love you' against his lips he felt more complete. Like everything was going to be okay.

And he thought maybe it was good Onew had denied him that day in the library, maybe it was best for them to have gone through what they had gone through.

Because it ended up being the sweetest denial he'd ever experienced, and he would never regret it.

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A/N: and that is how the cookie crumbles. was it too fast? did it end too fast? was it too cheesy? terribly cheesy? did it disappoint? probably OTL
thank you to all you who have stuck by this fic and read the angst in all its glory. yeah don't worry THERE WILL BE AN EPILOUGE. okay? okay. cuz Onew needs to meet Minho's family, I decided so. 
anywho for those that don't follow my lj and stuf I'm working on an EXO fic for those that are interested, also on my OnHo god fic cuz ppl are giving me a much needed push to get some of it done, and i will also continue with the OnHo love with oneshots and what not. got an alien oneshot I'm working on right now, Minho is an alien, Onew is a very freaked out human lol.
once again thank you for reading and comments are much appreciated! 
say goodbye to the fic! *waves* bye bye~



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The Inconspicuous Asshole:
Beware of Douchebagery and Fuckery

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