#and the other suddenly loves drabb because of that finale...

[justjensenanddean]

”If you think about it, there's not a lot canon that was established on the mother ship as we call it, but there was enough, and it was kind of glossed over, a lot of how Mary met John how that whole situation happened, but the points that were made on Supernatural, are kind of our like, waypoints, so we'll hit those but we'll hit them in a way that maybe we didn't expect, which is, I've said this before it's kind of going back to the late great Kim Manners, in directing Supernatural he was like, listen, we got to give them what they want, in a way they won't expect it, so that's kind of our mantra with this, we are going to hit those points and we are gonna make sure we touch those are those are ten poles of what the story is but we get to fill in the gap, and we are gonna do it in a way that, I think is, first off, entertaining but also services the lore that's Supernatural.  ... But there's also a entertainment value that is especially important to me and Robbie and everybody involved, so again, we want to service what has been established but we want to get creative in the way we get there, so that's the best way I can describe it without giving too much away.”

Jensen Ackles about The Winchesters | NJCon 2022 (April 24, 2022)  [x]  

#Jensen Ackles #JensenEdit #NJCon22 #My Edits #it's so funny to me how nowadays everyone cares so much about canon #but when drabb & co were destroying the show's canon #the same people who complain nowadays didn't seem to care #one side was super happy bc they thought drabb was writing the show for them #and in the end they would get rewarded with their ship going canon #and the other suddenly loves drabb because of that finale... #this show doesn't have a canon anymore #drabb destroyed all of that with s15 #let Jensen do whatever the fck he wants #he isn't forcing anybody to watch it

[0nho]

onho; pg-13 “hero”

Jinki runs into some trouble at a club he doesn’t even want to be at.

jinki/minho / pg-13 / fluff? / long drabbe

n/a: dusting off an old drabble, trying to fill the void

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The club is blaring base and strobe lights flicker colors across a mosh pit dance floor. The club is a hot topic if you know the right people. It's a place all inclusive. Men and women come looking to hook up, regardless of sexuality. As expected some people are trying to get it closed down. It's in the news, if you watch it.

In Lee Jinki's case, he's here for some drinks and a good time. Mostly, his friend wanted to get Jinki out of the apartment. Sure Jinki has been feeling down, studies taking up his time if he's not busy helping the family business, but it couldn't be that obvious, could it?

Choi Minho is Jinki's partner, boyfriend, significant other, more or less; Jinki has commitment issues. Minho observers Jinki more than than Jinki realizes. Minho is younger than Jinki, therefore the friendship has always been a little skewed. After being dumped by a self-proclaimed cougar, Jinki wanted to keep his options open and explore a sexuality that always has confused him. Minho is safe, very very safe. And gay. But that's supposed to be a secret. Jinki thinks it's probably not much of a secret.

Kicking back another drink, Jinki finds his way to the dance floor. He's lost sight of Minho after the younger excused himself to the bathroom. Jinki is capable of having a good time alone.

That good time comes to a quick end, as Jinki does a slight bop on the edge floor, enjoying the beat of the dj spinning another song. He can see the man sizing him up nearby, thumb to lips, being overly suggestive. It's unavoidable.

Jinki is approached, left to look up at a taller man, one thickly built and style lacking. He smells of alcohol and trouble. Then again, so does Jinki.

“Ya alone?” the man shouts over the music, his manner of speaking rude.

“What?” Jinki pretends he doesn't catch him.

The stranger repeats himself, dipping in closer. “Are ya alone?”

“No.”

That visibly ruffles the man’s feathers. More odd, two more men join, as if they know the man trying to score Jinki’s ass. For a free drink it might be worth entertaining them for a bit, but there are no good vibes coming off them. He's better off paying for his own drinks, or ask Minho.

“Who ya with?”

“Eh?” Jinki cups his ear, brows arched, selectively unable to hear again.

“Who brought ya here?”

“My boyfriend?”

“So ya are queer.”

Jinki rolls a dance to the music, tuning the trouble out.  He became a pro at it in high school. Jinki's shoulder is grabbed, jerking him to an ungrateful stop.

“He will kick your ass,” Jinki blurts out, growing annoyed and wanting a quick escape.

“Eh? This boyfriend?”

Jinki nods to the others. “You and them,” the loud beat and those drinks must be getting to Jinki's head. He's talking a big game. “He will screw you up,” Jinki shrugs with a snort. “You should see the last guy that tried..”

The fellows laugh. “Where is he, yeah? Why leave ya alone?”

Jinki glances to the hand still on his shoulder. He flicks it off, nose crinkled in annoyance. He should have blown Minho off and stayed at home.

“Where is this guy?”

“Lee Jinkiyaaa!”

Jinki turns to find Minho shouting over the heavy music, trying to weave through dancers, and quite frankly, he looks terrible. The young man is staggering, his expression blissed out in a grin.

Minho halts beside Jinki, not even acknowledging the other men or tense air. “I threw up in a urinal,” Minho laughs, a giggle fit bubbling into high pitched yodels.

“This the guy?” Minho is sized up by a man, brow arched at his height but not much else. “This twink?”

“Yeah…” Jinki is now humiliated.

“Twink?.. eh eh..” Minho's expression grows serious, or rather tries to. He just looks wasted off his socks, unable to even open his eyes all the way. “Twunk.. tell them..” he looks to Jinki, “I'm a twunk..”

Jinki shrugs, knowing no one actually cares, if there is a difference anyway, because they're in no place for such a discussion. And Jinki could tell you all the one-sided chats that have occurred over the words that don't mean anything to him in the end as long as his dick gets wet. For some reason it, obnoxiously, means something to Minho. There are times he tries to overcompensate, for some reason. Jinki doesn't have a brother, like Minho, so what does he know--or honestly care.

“Twunk,” Minho still argues.

Besides, while Minho can be a lightweight when it comes to alcohol, he's got better impulse control than Jinki when it comes to alcohol consumption. In fact, Jinki is sure Minho drank very little tonight, much less than Jinki at least. This reaction seems a bit extreme to say that least.

“But you made friends?” Minho points at the men he has just disagreed with. “Good for you.. your mom will be so happy..”

Jinki wobbles as Minho drapes his taller, but lean body all over the shorter man. “I'm so happy.”

Another man comments “Is he drugged?”

“He is roofied,” chuckles are drowned out by music. “Look at his eyes.”

“I love you so much..” Minho mutters into Jinki's shoulder.

“Eh.. thank you..”

“Yous welcome..” Minho's lispy speech slurs worse than usual.

“He took some bitch’s drink. She lucky tonight.”

Minho always is a hero, even indirectly. Jinki will laugh about it later, when the drug wears off.

“Did you.. softer? You feel so good,” Minho groans, tone dragged out in a type of voice often heard between the sheets. Jinki's ears burn, feeling

lips on his neck, and public displays of affection are all part of the Choi Minho experience, but not ones so bold that he would risk revealing a supposed secret he keeps, even in an environment such as this.

Jinki's breath hitches. “I'm the same..”

Minho is suddenly yanked off Jinki by one of the men, causing the younger to stagger and fall, which is actually unlike him. Rude snickers erupt between them all, looking down at Minho being very theatrical about standing back up on two long, thin wobbly legs.

Jinki takes that opportunity, with the cloud of confusion, to throw a fist, maybe a tiny spring of possession at pricks jerking Minho around. It barely taps a jaw, some piss poor aim in the loud, crowded club, and Jinki cups a fist, seething at himself it never hurt that much to throw punches at wall. But the damage has been done; a brawl is instigates.

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It's later, at a nearby police station at well passed midnight, Jinki sits with a sore, bruised face, and Minho likewise. The younger man finally stirs from his slumber draped across several uncomfortable folding chairs, looking around disoriented.

“Wah where am I?” he suddenly cringes, a hiss escaping as he dabs his swollen face.

Jinki sighs. The two didn't really stand a change in that fight. He should have kept a cool. He's sobered up now, annoyed with his behavior. And beyond the window from the room the two are held in, Jinki can see the other men from the club lined up in chairs also kept under surveillance.

Jinki smiles, a grimace of a grin, looking at Minho. “Fists fights look so much easier in the movies…”

Jinki notices then, Minho shaking, like he has the worst chills, but the holding room is hot, not to mention it's become summer weather the last couple weeks. Police didn't seem too concerned when the tampered drink was mentioned, as if it happens that often. He has to take their word for it.

“I don't remember anything..”

“I told them you were drugged. They said you can sleep it off,” Jinki scoffs at the negligence. He scoots closer to Minho, touching his head.

“I was.. what?”

“You drank something not intended for you.”

“Eh..” Minho whines, forehead damp with sweat. “I can't remember..”

“That's.. the point..” Jinki frowns.

“But..” Minho's large eyes are fixed, his head always in Jinki's lap. “Your face.. who did that..” he reaches to touch Jinki, barely brushing a sore bruise before Jinki leans away with a laugh.

“Don't look in the mirror..”

The reaction is delayed, but Minho bubbles up in laughter, swollen face lighting up with a smile. It seems, despite the night, Minho will recover.

“But..” Jinki turns away, teasing, “..you were called a twink.”

“Did I start a fight over that?!” Minho is alarmed.

Maybe too soon for a joke such as that. Jinki pats Minho's cheek, a chuckle in his smile as he leans closer. He does something bold, leaning in to presses a quick kiss to Minho's parted lips.

Minho jolts, eyes wide as sits up with teetering vertigo, almost scooting away from Jinki. “You..” he touches his mouth, glancing around, but no one is looking in the window; everyone busy at their office desks or dealing with other drunks brought in.

Jinki's shoulders shrug, a cute lips-pressed smile on his face. He can blame the drinks later, but for now he wants Minho to know his gratitude. Jinki may have started the fight, but Minho hung in there with him, even if drugged and knocked to the floor again. But he put himself between Jinki and the flying fists. It's a shame he doesn't remember.

Minho blinks wide eyes, hand falling, leaning back with giggles. His eyes squeeze shut, laughter carrying louder, then whines in pain, face cupped.

Jinki lays his head back with a soft smile, relaxing.

“Wait..” Minho's lisp slurs, “I was drugged? I need to go to the hospital!”

Jinki falls to his side across the lineup chairs, laughed muffled into his sleeve.

Regardless what comes next, the two will be okay.

#onho #onew #minho #shinee #fic #drabble #fic: onho #fic: minho #fic: onew