A Night Like Any Other Night
Dec. 6th, 2012 05:18 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
trinkdufreakTitle: A Night Like Any Other Night
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: OnHo
Summary: Minho always go to the same bar to drink the same drink. And tonight was like any other night, right?
A/N: OnHo one shot here~ I think it's crack and just weird shit but whatever cuz OTP.
It was a night like any other night.
The stars were out, the city was a buzz of chaos, and Minho had just had a long day of work. So he needed quiet and relaxation. He knew exactly where to go, so Minho made a left down an alley and walked the familiar-complex pattern to his small bar. As he walked in, he checked out the whole place, and then the bar like he always did to see who was working it. And then he sat on the same stool like he always did, at the far corner in the dark. He expected this night to be like any other night, but secretly hoped maybe tonight would be different, and maybe that certain person would notice Minho was back again.
"Hey you! Back again for my excellent service?' a happy voice called Minho's attention and he looked up.
It was every time that his heart acted like this and skipped a beat, and then began pounding in his ears.
Facing him was the bartender. It was the bright smile, kind eyes, and sexy thighs. And it was everything Minho every wanted ever since he’d laid eyes on the bartender. Since then he had tried to stop by every night after work. It wasn’t just the sexy bartender that Minho came for of course. It was the extra cushioned stools that didn’t make your butt sore, and the simple menu, and good ribs, and the mellow lighting mix with the calm music
Okay so he lied. He had really come for the sexy-adorable bartender, whose name was Onew.
“Ha! Of course.” Minho smiled back. There was no other smile like the bartenders. No softer skin, no silkier hair, or sweet body like his.
“The usual?” Onew asked as he reached down to grab a glass. Even his fingers were amazing.
“Yup. One Manhattan.” Minho ordered. Onew let his angel smile stretch on his face, and turned to get his drink. Minho remembered the first time he had come in here. He had actually gotten lost on his way home, and found he was in front of a small blue door that said “Welcome to Seaside”. He walked in, and had been stuck coming back since. He saw the small menu, the cushioned seats, and Onew. Immediately he knew what he wanted to order.
“One Manhattan!” came the bartender’s voice. And Minho couldn’t help but smile up at him.
“Onew?” Minho finally spoke the bartenders name, “Do you remember the first time I came in here?” he asked the smiling man.
“Of course. I was a bit confused, you ordered your drink and then a second later you left so quickly. I thought I'd screwed up my work and you'd never return.” Onew laughed and handed Minho his drink. He took a sip and stomached the intense bourbon on his tongue, and stared into Onew’s eyes. How did he get that bright sparkle in his eyes?
“Oh no. I would never do that to you. You’re too important to me.” Minho let the last word slip. His heart raced as he realized what he had just said. But to his surprise, Onew just laughed and walked away with the reminder that he would be back to check on Minho in a few seconds.
Whoa. That was a close one. Had Onew just not heard Minho’s words?
So as far as Minho could tell, this night was like every other night. Well then, it wouldn’t hurt if he got another drink would it? He gently sipped the glasses contents. The bland taste filled his mouth. But he held it in, and swallowed it. The slight buzz coming over him already.
“Hey Minny, do you need anything else?” Onew was leaning across the bar, wide smile in place.
“Minny? Is that my nickname?” Minho asked. Was that his voice? That deep luring sound?
“Yes! Do you like it?” Onew asked. Nice guy was all excited.
“Sure. I think it’s pretty cute. Just like you.” Woops! Minho had not meant to say that…but once again Onew just smiled. Was Onew just not realizing what Minho was saying to him?
“Would you ever go on a date with me?” Minho tried. How could someone not miss this pick up?
“Sure! It’s a good idea to become friends with my best customer huh?” Onew routinely began cleaning glasses. Wow. Onew was sexy alright, but apparently not that smart.
Well Minho could work with that…
“Yeah, and then we could head back to my place, I could make a dessert or something.” Minho continued.
“Oh that would be nice! I like sweet things!” Onew clapped with enthusiasm.
“How does whipped cream, chocolate syrup, and strawberries sound?”
“Even yummier!”
“We could put them on our bodies…” Minho had to see how far he could go.
“Oh like body art!” wow he was dumb.
“I could even eat them off of you…” that was an obvious one right?
“As long as you don’t actually bite me! Ow that would hurt!” Onew laughed.
“You could even spend the night…”
“Like a sleepover!” Onew’s eyes were like bright yellow stars of happiness.
“Yeah, you could even sleep in my bed with me...”
“Oh you’re so considerate!”
“But you would probably have to sleep naked…”
“Oh I get it, you’re a little germ-a-phoebe?”
“And we could kiss…” he had to get this one Minho thought.
“Goodnight kisses help me sleep better.” Onew shrugged.
“WOW REALLY?” Minho was astonished. How could Onew not see how much Minho was hitting on him? Was he not the most obvious person in the world? Onew had basically just agreed to going on a date with Minho, having strawberry foreplay, and having sex on the first date.
“Yup. Goodnight kisses and warm tea. That about makes me sleep like a baby.” Onew was leaning on his hand dreamily. That was it. Minho couldn’t take it. This was not as fun as he thought it would be. It had ended up being simply frustrating that Onew just wasn’t getting that Minho liked him.
“Onew, I really like you.” Minho gushed.
“Well I like you too!” Onew patted Minho’s hand gently. Oh, seriously?!
“No Onew, I mean that I really like you. Like I want to date you.” There, that was clear enough.
“Isn’t a date a dried fruit? Why would you want to dry fruit me? Oh! You mean give me dried fruit? Well I don’t like them much. I liked the whipped chocolate strawberry thing you said before!” Onew nodded happily. Oh he had got to be kidding. Minho could feel the frustration pumping and rushing. How was he suppose to get this across? Screw being nervous or scared of what Onew would think. Obviously he would be happy no matter what Minho said or did!
He didn’t even remember thinking of this action, but he watched as one of his hand reached forward, clasped Onew’s chin, and then he could feel his lips against his own.
What was he doing? He had not planned this.
After the panic, Minho slowly came to realization. His lips were against Onew’s. His lips were against Onew’s full plump soft lips. He had to take in the moment. Slowly but cautiously he moved his lips against Onew’s, trying to feel the whole area of his lips. They were so soft and full. He just wanted to eat them up. Onew didn’t seem to be denying him, so he figured he could move further.
Minho raised his other hand to pull Onew closer to him.
Minho raised his other hand to pull Onew closer to him, and spilled his drink all over himself.
“Fuck!” Minho quickly pulled away and looked down at his pants. Great, the spill had landed right on his crotch. He looked up at Onew’s face. Onew was still leaning into the now invisible kiss, his lips still parted and his eyelids heavy. It took him a minute to realize what had just happened.
“Oh! Let me get you a towel!” Onew scampered off. Well this was embarrassing. His first kiss with the hot sexy bartender had started off great, and ended up with a split Manhattan.
“Well that wasn’t something you see everyday.” A voice came next to him. Minho looked, and found himself looking at a business man like himself. He had a very plain face and body. Was that what Minho looked like?
“Excuse me?” Minho tried to spot blot the spill.
“Man, I have been coming to this bar for over five years. Guys like you have been checking that bartender out for a long time. And no one has ever done anything like that. You think he’s stupid huh? Think he doesn’t understand what you are saying to him?” that was exactly how Minho felt, “well he does. He understands every bit.” Oh Crap.
The guy took a big gulp of his drink and then continued.
“He's just protecting himself kid. He doesn't know whose serious about him and whose just bullshitting. But you seem like a nice kid, hope you don't break his happy little heart. Can you imagine him depressed?” Minho thought about it, and no he couldn't. Onew always greeted Minho with a smile and never complained.
“But I guess you're not like the other guys in here. Everyone else just gave up. Left the bar. But you, you just doing what you did. That was a risky move.” The guy gulped the last of his drink.
“Was it a bad risky?” Minho asked.
“Well, I would say, don’t start off with strawberries. He actually likes mangos.” The guy smiled with a deep laugh, left money, picked up his jacket, and left.
So Onew acted like a moron to protect himself. That made enough sense. At least he didn't go for the rude version of protection...
And Minho was the first to give Onew a kiss? He felt a sense of pride in that.
He turned around as he heard quick footsteps behind him.
“Okay, everyone its closing time. So please grab your belonging and head to the door.” Onew called out. He looked straight into Minho’s eyes. And as he began to clean up and put things in their places, he never looked away.
Finally everyone was gone, the tables empty, and it was completely silent.
“Look, just follow me to the back and I can clean that up.” Onew pointed at Minho’s crotch. He felt a small blush rise on his ears and cheeks. He hesitantly followed Onew to the back. Well this was embarrassing. So everything Minho had said before, Onew had totally understood?
“So he knows that you want to have sex with him.” Minho mumbled. With out Minho knowing it, the sexy bartender glanced back at him with a smirk on his face.
“The storage closet is in the back, its where we keep all of the extra large towels on hand for uh-well-big spills.” Onew laughed. Minho could feel the blood rushing in his ears, he must be bright pink. Finally they stopped at what seemed to be the end of the building.
“So the guy at the bar told you?” Onew pulled out a chain of keys and fiddled with them.
“Hm? Told me what?” Minho pretended he had no clue what he was saying.
“You know.” Onew opened the closet. How was this a storage closet when there were only towels in it?
“Um-no I don’t—“
“About all the guys that hit on me? More importantly, that I'm not a complete idiot?.” Onew reached in and grabbed a towel.
“Yes well, see I didn’t ask him. He just started tell—“Minho’s breath was knocked away as Onew suddenly was on his knees. His face right at Minho’s crotch, one hand on Minho right hip, the other holding the fluffy white towel.
“That I understood everything you were saying to me earlier?” Onew placed the towel over Minho’s crotch, “I think I could give you a chance. You're different from all of the other jerky guys. I could give you a chance, you are my favorite customer after all.” Onew slid both his hands to Minho’s crotch, well that felt good.” I could give you a chance. Tonight. Right now.” Onew began to tease the bulge in Minho’s crotch.
Okay, so he would confess that this was very close to one of his many fantasies, and it felt extremely good, but why did he feel guilty?
“Wait. Stop.” Minho breathed.
“Strawberries all over me? You can nibble if you want.” Onew unbuttoned Minho’s pants.
“Stop. Please stop.” Minho let out a small grunt. His heart raced as he felt his zipper coming undone.
“What happened to the whole being cautious thing? Aren’t you still wondering if I'm bullshitting? If I'm just another jerk of a guy?” Minho was so close to just giving in…
“But you're not a bullshitter” Onew was breathing heavily over Minho's throbbing erection, “You've stuck around for a long time. I’m pretty hard to get, I admit. But you've stayed this long, you must really like me...” Onew’s hands were getting into his boxers…
“Stop!” Minho stepped away and gently pushed Onew’s hands off. He almost gave in right there as Onew gave him an unbelievable heart broken face of disappointment.
“Just, wait. Okay?” he pulled the wounded puppy to his feet. “I don’t think we should actually go this fast. Yes I like you. But we should take our time.” Onew opened his mouth to speak.
“I know I said that whole thing before. That was only because I thought you were…well…lacking a brain.”
There was the disappointed look again.
“Which now I realize is completely wrong. Basically what I am saying is…” he reached out and helped Onew’s up.
“Let’s go out on a date first. With no strings attached.” Minho gently kissed his hands, “Okay?”
Onew quickly leaned forward and placed a light kiss on Minho’s lips.
“Okay.” Onew smiled and nodded.
So. This wasn’t exactly like any other night. But Minho needed to make one more thing clear.
“But later, after like three dates, we are so doing the strawberry thing.”
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A/N: Well I wrote this way back when, finally posting it after some editing cuz it was lame as fuck when I first wrote it (oh dear little writer me) so here it is~ hope you enjoyed and thank you for reading^^ comments are much apprecited :D
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: OnHo
Summary: Minho always go to the same bar to drink the same drink. And tonight was like any other night, right?
A/N: OnHo one shot here~ I think it's crack and just weird shit but whatever cuz OTP.
It was a night like any other night.
The stars were out, the city was a buzz of chaos, and Minho had just had a long day of work. So he needed quiet and relaxation. He knew exactly where to go, so Minho made a left down an alley and walked the familiar-complex pattern to his small bar. As he walked in, he checked out the whole place, and then the bar like he always did to see who was working it. And then he sat on the same stool like he always did, at the far corner in the dark. He expected this night to be like any other night, but secretly hoped maybe tonight would be different, and maybe that certain person would notice Minho was back again.
"Hey you! Back again for my excellent service?' a happy voice called Minho's attention and he looked up.
It was every time that his heart acted like this and skipped a beat, and then began pounding in his ears.
Facing him was the bartender. It was the bright smile, kind eyes, and sexy thighs. And it was everything Minho every wanted ever since he’d laid eyes on the bartender. Since then he had tried to stop by every night after work. It wasn’t just the sexy bartender that Minho came for of course. It was the extra cushioned stools that didn’t make your butt sore, and the simple menu, and good ribs, and the mellow lighting mix with the calm music
Okay so he lied. He had really come for the sexy-adorable bartender, whose name was Onew.
“Ha! Of course.” Minho smiled back. There was no other smile like the bartenders. No softer skin, no silkier hair, or sweet body like his.
“The usual?” Onew asked as he reached down to grab a glass. Even his fingers were amazing.
“Yup. One Manhattan.” Minho ordered. Onew let his angel smile stretch on his face, and turned to get his drink. Minho remembered the first time he had come in here. He had actually gotten lost on his way home, and found he was in front of a small blue door that said “Welcome to Seaside”. He walked in, and had been stuck coming back since. He saw the small menu, the cushioned seats, and Onew. Immediately he knew what he wanted to order.
“One Manhattan!” came the bartender’s voice. And Minho couldn’t help but smile up at him.
“Onew?” Minho finally spoke the bartenders name, “Do you remember the first time I came in here?” he asked the smiling man.
“Of course. I was a bit confused, you ordered your drink and then a second later you left so quickly. I thought I'd screwed up my work and you'd never return.” Onew laughed and handed Minho his drink. He took a sip and stomached the intense bourbon on his tongue, and stared into Onew’s eyes. How did he get that bright sparkle in his eyes?
“Oh no. I would never do that to you. You’re too important to me.” Minho let the last word slip. His heart raced as he realized what he had just said. But to his surprise, Onew just laughed and walked away with the reminder that he would be back to check on Minho in a few seconds.
Whoa. That was a close one. Had Onew just not heard Minho’s words?
So as far as Minho could tell, this night was like every other night. Well then, it wouldn’t hurt if he got another drink would it? He gently sipped the glasses contents. The bland taste filled his mouth. But he held it in, and swallowed it. The slight buzz coming over him already.
“Hey Minny, do you need anything else?” Onew was leaning across the bar, wide smile in place.
“Minny? Is that my nickname?” Minho asked. Was that his voice? That deep luring sound?
“Yes! Do you like it?” Onew asked. Nice guy was all excited.
“Sure. I think it’s pretty cute. Just like you.” Woops! Minho had not meant to say that…but once again Onew just smiled. Was Onew just not realizing what Minho was saying to him?
“Would you ever go on a date with me?” Minho tried. How could someone not miss this pick up?
“Sure! It’s a good idea to become friends with my best customer huh?” Onew routinely began cleaning glasses. Wow. Onew was sexy alright, but apparently not that smart.
Well Minho could work with that…
“Yeah, and then we could head back to my place, I could make a dessert or something.” Minho continued.
“Oh that would be nice! I like sweet things!” Onew clapped with enthusiasm.
“How does whipped cream, chocolate syrup, and strawberries sound?”
“Even yummier!”
“We could put them on our bodies…” Minho had to see how far he could go.
“Oh like body art!” wow he was dumb.
“I could even eat them off of you…” that was an obvious one right?
“As long as you don’t actually bite me! Ow that would hurt!” Onew laughed.
“You could even spend the night…”
“Like a sleepover!” Onew’s eyes were like bright yellow stars of happiness.
“Yeah, you could even sleep in my bed with me...”
“Oh you’re so considerate!”
“But you would probably have to sleep naked…”
“Oh I get it, you’re a little germ-a-phoebe?”
“And we could kiss…” he had to get this one Minho thought.
“Goodnight kisses help me sleep better.” Onew shrugged.
“WOW REALLY?” Minho was astonished. How could Onew not see how much Minho was hitting on him? Was he not the most obvious person in the world? Onew had basically just agreed to going on a date with Minho, having strawberry foreplay, and having sex on the first date.
“Yup. Goodnight kisses and warm tea. That about makes me sleep like a baby.” Onew was leaning on his hand dreamily. That was it. Minho couldn’t take it. This was not as fun as he thought it would be. It had ended up being simply frustrating that Onew just wasn’t getting that Minho liked him.
“Onew, I really like you.” Minho gushed.
“Well I like you too!” Onew patted Minho’s hand gently. Oh, seriously?!
“No Onew, I mean that I really like you. Like I want to date you.” There, that was clear enough.
“Isn’t a date a dried fruit? Why would you want to dry fruit me? Oh! You mean give me dried fruit? Well I don’t like them much. I liked the whipped chocolate strawberry thing you said before!” Onew nodded happily. Oh he had got to be kidding. Minho could feel the frustration pumping and rushing. How was he suppose to get this across? Screw being nervous or scared of what Onew would think. Obviously he would be happy no matter what Minho said or did!
He didn’t even remember thinking of this action, but he watched as one of his hand reached forward, clasped Onew’s chin, and then he could feel his lips against his own.
What was he doing? He had not planned this.
After the panic, Minho slowly came to realization. His lips were against Onew’s. His lips were against Onew’s full plump soft lips. He had to take in the moment. Slowly but cautiously he moved his lips against Onew’s, trying to feel the whole area of his lips. They were so soft and full. He just wanted to eat them up. Onew didn’t seem to be denying him, so he figured he could move further.
Minho raised his other hand to pull Onew closer to him.
Minho raised his other hand to pull Onew closer to him, and spilled his drink all over himself.
“Fuck!” Minho quickly pulled away and looked down at his pants. Great, the spill had landed right on his crotch. He looked up at Onew’s face. Onew was still leaning into the now invisible kiss, his lips still parted and his eyelids heavy. It took him a minute to realize what had just happened.
“Oh! Let me get you a towel!” Onew scampered off. Well this was embarrassing. His first kiss with the hot sexy bartender had started off great, and ended up with a split Manhattan.
“Well that wasn’t something you see everyday.” A voice came next to him. Minho looked, and found himself looking at a business man like himself. He had a very plain face and body. Was that what Minho looked like?
“Excuse me?” Minho tried to spot blot the spill.
“Man, I have been coming to this bar for over five years. Guys like you have been checking that bartender out for a long time. And no one has ever done anything like that. You think he’s stupid huh? Think he doesn’t understand what you are saying to him?” that was exactly how Minho felt, “well he does. He understands every bit.” Oh Crap.
The guy took a big gulp of his drink and then continued.
“He's just protecting himself kid. He doesn't know whose serious about him and whose just bullshitting. But you seem like a nice kid, hope you don't break his happy little heart. Can you imagine him depressed?” Minho thought about it, and no he couldn't. Onew always greeted Minho with a smile and never complained.
“But I guess you're not like the other guys in here. Everyone else just gave up. Left the bar. But you, you just doing what you did. That was a risky move.” The guy gulped the last of his drink.
“Was it a bad risky?” Minho asked.
“Well, I would say, don’t start off with strawberries. He actually likes mangos.” The guy smiled with a deep laugh, left money, picked up his jacket, and left.
So Onew acted like a moron to protect himself. That made enough sense. At least he didn't go for the rude version of protection...
And Minho was the first to give Onew a kiss? He felt a sense of pride in that.
He turned around as he heard quick footsteps behind him.
“Okay, everyone its closing time. So please grab your belonging and head to the door.” Onew called out. He looked straight into Minho’s eyes. And as he began to clean up and put things in their places, he never looked away.
Finally everyone was gone, the tables empty, and it was completely silent.
“Look, just follow me to the back and I can clean that up.” Onew pointed at Minho’s crotch. He felt a small blush rise on his ears and cheeks. He hesitantly followed Onew to the back. Well this was embarrassing. So everything Minho had said before, Onew had totally understood?
“So he knows that you want to have sex with him.” Minho mumbled. With out Minho knowing it, the sexy bartender glanced back at him with a smirk on his face.
“The storage closet is in the back, its where we keep all of the extra large towels on hand for uh-well-big spills.” Onew laughed. Minho could feel the blood rushing in his ears, he must be bright pink. Finally they stopped at what seemed to be the end of the building.
“So the guy at the bar told you?” Onew pulled out a chain of keys and fiddled with them.
“Hm? Told me what?” Minho pretended he had no clue what he was saying.
“You know.” Onew opened the closet. How was this a storage closet when there were only towels in it?
“Um-no I don’t—“
“About all the guys that hit on me? More importantly, that I'm not a complete idiot?.” Onew reached in and grabbed a towel.
“Yes well, see I didn’t ask him. He just started tell—“Minho’s breath was knocked away as Onew suddenly was on his knees. His face right at Minho’s crotch, one hand on Minho right hip, the other holding the fluffy white towel.
“That I understood everything you were saying to me earlier?” Onew placed the towel over Minho’s crotch, “I think I could give you a chance. You're different from all of the other jerky guys. I could give you a chance, you are my favorite customer after all.” Onew slid both his hands to Minho’s crotch, well that felt good.” I could give you a chance. Tonight. Right now.” Onew began to tease the bulge in Minho’s crotch.
Okay, so he would confess that this was very close to one of his many fantasies, and it felt extremely good, but why did he feel guilty?
“Wait. Stop.” Minho breathed.
“Strawberries all over me? You can nibble if you want.” Onew unbuttoned Minho’s pants.
“Stop. Please stop.” Minho let out a small grunt. His heart raced as he felt his zipper coming undone.
“What happened to the whole being cautious thing? Aren’t you still wondering if I'm bullshitting? If I'm just another jerk of a guy?” Minho was so close to just giving in…
“But you're not a bullshitter” Onew was breathing heavily over Minho's throbbing erection, “You've stuck around for a long time. I’m pretty hard to get, I admit. But you've stayed this long, you must really like me...” Onew’s hands were getting into his boxers…
“Stop!” Minho stepped away and gently pushed Onew’s hands off. He almost gave in right there as Onew gave him an unbelievable heart broken face of disappointment.
“Just, wait. Okay?” he pulled the wounded puppy to his feet. “I don’t think we should actually go this fast. Yes I like you. But we should take our time.” Onew opened his mouth to speak.
“I know I said that whole thing before. That was only because I thought you were…well…lacking a brain.”
There was the disappointed look again.
“Which now I realize is completely wrong. Basically what I am saying is…” he reached out and helped Onew’s up.
“Let’s go out on a date first. With no strings attached.” Minho gently kissed his hands, “Okay?”
Onew quickly leaned forward and placed a light kiss on Minho’s lips.
“Okay.” Onew smiled and nodded.
So. This wasn’t exactly like any other night. But Minho needed to make one more thing clear.
“But later, after like three dates, we are so doing the strawberry thing.”
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A/N: Well I wrote this way back when, finally posting it after some editing cuz it was lame as fuck when I first wrote it (oh dear little writer me) so here it is~ hope you enjoyed and thank you for reading^^ comments are much apprecited :D
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Date: 2012-12-07 02:05 am (UTC)Nice closing, hehe