intaexicated

In The Paint; Key/Minho

intaexicated — Sat, 13 Aug 2016 17:22:41 GMT

No one knows how star basketball player Choi Minho and Associate Professor Kim Kibum got together but their story will now be told.

Author's Note: this is what happens before "The Ball is Round". gosh it took me more than a year to finally write this. just a little background info. the title of this fic is a basketball term. the paint is the most valuable position on the basketball court because of its proximity to the basket. a player in the paint will have a higher percentage of success. coincidentally, in the paint also means in the “key” area... need i say more? lol. all pun intended of course~ :D alright, enjoy dear readers!

At 19, Minho thought the worst was over when he finished his last paper of the college entrance exam. He was wrong, so wrong. What he did not foresee was that the process of applying to universities was even more stressful.

Reading through the list of supporting documents he has to submit for just one application, Minho can’t help but wonder why no one ever talks about how taxing university applications are. To think he is actually known for his determination. If any one were to find out that Choi Minho is on the verge of giving up at the second stage of the application process, he will certainly be the laughing stock of his friends.

Perhaps he should just take a break and try again once he’s feeling more refreshed. After all, Minho has been at it since he sat down in Starbucks half an hour ago. Looking up from his laptop, Minho decides it’s best to relax for a moment and get some caffeine into his system. As he picks up his Mocha Frappuccino, Minho realises that the café has become busier than when he first entered. There is a long queue at the counter and people looking for seats.

Seeing other customers waiting for seats makes Minho feel a little guilty for occupying a table meant for two. Although he really isn’t obliged to offer the seat to someone else, Minho moves his backpack from the chair opposite him to the floor before bringing his laptop closer to him, making some space to accommodate another person at his table. It seems like his action doesn’t go unnoticed because in the next moment, he sees a man walking towards his direction.

“There’s a seat here if you like?” Minho gestures towards the empty chair opposite him, deciding to offer the seat first before the other person can ask. He even reminds himself to smile so he doesn’t come across as intimidating.

“Oh.” The stranger stops in his footsteps, clearly caught off guard by Minho’s offer, and then goes on to point behind Minho with his free hand, “Actually...”

Minho follows the stranger’s line of sight and finds an empty table behind him. Well, damn it. Needless to say, Minho desperately wants the ground to swallow him up. Shouldn’t good things happen to good people? How did he end up embarrassing himself when he just wanted to be nice?

“Ah, right, well...” Minho lets out a nervous chuckle, unable to meet the stranger’s eyes when he’s feeling all flushed and praying that his face isn’t red, “Just ignore what I said.”

Minho doesn’t see this but the man smiles and looks thoughtfully at him. Silence surrounds them, but only for a brief moment, because before Minho can react, the man pulls out the chair and chooses to share the table with him.

Minho looks at him, surprised, eyes wide in confusion.

The stranger shrugs and smiles, “There are people who need a table for two, so since neither you nor I mind sharing...”

Minho returns a smile, partly grateful that the man has saved him from the embarrassment, “Yeah.”

“And anyway, sorry if this is intrusive but I noticed you’re on Konkuk’s website?”

Thinking he has found someone who can understand his current predicament, Minho nods excitedly, “I’m applying for Konkuk right now... Are you applying too?”

“How young do I look to you?” The stranger lets out a laugh, his eyes and nose crinkled in the cutest way that makes Minho want to see him laugh more.

After taking a sip of his iced Americano, the man answers, “I’m actually way over qualified, young man.”

Minho frowns, not only puzzled by his answer but also disliking the way the man is speaking to him like he’s just a kid.

“Why do you say that?”

“I teach at Konkuk.” The man explains, clearly proud of his job, “I may be biased when I say this but you’re making a good choice... maybe I’ll see you around some day, kid.”

Minho simply responds with a tight-lipped smile, choosing not to say anything else while the man gets busy with his phone. His eyes travel back to his laptop, back to the screen which has been frozen on the second stage of the online application form, and suddenly, Minho finds the motivation to make the man’s words a reality.

Call him crazy or impulsive, because honestly, Minho himself can’t explain what came over him. All he knows is that he doesn’t want his fate with the attractive (yes, attractive) man to end at the café.

Kim Kibum. Age twenty eight. Recently appointed as an Assistant Professor at the College of Art and Design at Konkuk University.

Although he isn’t as experienced as other teaching staff, Kibum (or should we say, Prof Kim) is already famously known as the professor who cannot be told apart from his students. Owing to his youthful appearance, word has it that Prof Kim pranks his first class by sitting among his students before the lecture begins just so he can watch their reactions once he stands up and introduces himself to be the professor. For being so different, his students practically hate him as much as they love him. Kibum’s teaching method is fresh, exciting and engaging, unlike the majority of other professors who are experts in the art of boredom. Yes, it hasn’t even been long since Kibum was tasked to teach three core modules for his first semester as an assistant professor but his classes are so popular that they have been oversubscribed. Students love him for breaking the norms and this is exactly what gives Minho the confidence to follow his heart.

If Minho’s sources are right, Prof Kim’s last class for the day ended 15 minutes ago and he would be arriving back to his office any second now. True enough, Minho soon spots the young professor walking down the corridor with a stack of bulky, large ring files piled up to his chest in his arms.

What a perfect opportunity.

Minho smiles to himself and quickly walks forward to lend a hand, “You look like you could use some help, Prof.”

“Only when I get to my door...” Used to students looking for him outside his office, Kibum replies without thinking, “I’ll need to get my keys out of my pocket.”

“Which pocket?” Minho asks while he takes some files from Kibum, “Here, let me help you.”

It’s only then that their eyes meet and Kibum ends up pleasantly surprise to see a familiar face.

“Oh!” Kibum breaks into a smile once he recognizes Minho, “I see you’ve made it into our university.”

“Yes... And I wanted to thank you for that.”

“Thank me?” Kibum raises an eyebrow, “What for?”

“I’m here because of you... because… I’d love to get to know you.”

What happens next will be kept secret between Minho and Kibum because no one should find out that the well-loved professor had said a string of expletives which would certainly not sit well with the academic board.

On hindsight, Minho should have known better than to come on so strong with Kibum. Obviously, his honest confession did not set his relationship with Kibum off to a good start. In fact, Kibum had avoided him like the plague. As long as Minho took one step forward, Kibum took three steps back, clearly unwilling to have any involvement with the freshman. This only served to egg Minho on. He simply just has to put in more effort to close the gap between them. Besides, if there is anything good about Kibum being a professor, it’s that his door has to be open for students.

“It’s the fourth time I’m seeing you this week, Minho.” Kibum lets out a sigh as he looks up and is greeted by the usual sight of the 19 year old entering his room, “You’re not even in any of my classes!”

“Calm down, Prof…” Minho grins and places a clear container of chocolate chip cookies on Kibum’s desk, “My mum baked these yesterday and I thought I’d share them with you. They taste really good.”

Kibum shakes his head and pushes the container back towards Minho, “Your mum wouldn’t be happy if she knew what you’re trying to do.”

“You’re overthinking it.”

“Am I?” Kibum is clearly cynical about Minho’s intentions.

Minho shrugs, “Well, if you want me to be honest…”

“No.” Kibum cuts Minho off, “Let’s not go there.”

“What are you so afraid of?”

“Okay, listen up, kid-”

“God I hate how you keep trying to emphasise our age difference, does it really matter?”

“Minho, are you being serious right now?” Kibum lets out a breath, “I told you to think about what you’re doing. You’re so young… you’re just confused. We don’t even know each other so how on earth-“

“Now you’re just making me angry.” Trying his best not to lose his cool, Minho interrupts before Kibum can say more stupid things, “I’m going to leave. Just, enjoy the cookies.”

Knowing there is no point in continuing the conversation, Minho accepts the fact that today isn’t the day Kibum decides to give them both a chance. It’s not that he’s giving up. He is just giving Kibum the time and space he needs.

Truth is, Minho isn’t the one who needs to think it through. He knows what he wants, and he’s not afraid to go after it. Kibum, on the other hand, needs to sort things out on his end. Age is just a number and certainly shouldn’t be used as an excuse to reject him. So if the professor (how ironic) needs time to understand that, Minho is more than willing to give him time.

Kibum is convinced Minho has seen the light when he doesn’t see or hear from the freshman in the following week. Not that he is consciously counting the days in between, of course.

It isn’t until he is sitting in the back row of his own class and waiting for all of his students to arrive that Kibum hears about Minho. With 10 minutes to spare before his class officially starts, his students are chatting among themselves, two of whom are engaged in a conversation without realising that their professor is listening in. Clearly, from the way they are talking, these two had definitely missed their introductory class with him.

“So what’s the big deal with Prof Kim?”

“I don’t know either... I didn’t come to class last week but I guess he must be awesome enough for Choi Minho to argue with Prof Park.”

“Yeah, what’s that all about anyway?”

“Haven’t you heard? Prof Park was practically dissing Prof Kim and making remarks about how his teaching style was bad just because a student compared the difference in assessment criteria. My friend who was in his class told me that he was being really sarcastic, the atmosphere was so tense but Minho stood up to him and defended Prof Kim.”

“What did he say?”

“Apparently, he asked Prof Park to reflect on himself and his ineffective teaching methods before he goes around talking bad about others.”

“No way… what happened after that?”

“Before Prof Park could kick Minho out of his class, he left on his own accord.”

“Wow, drama. Prof Kim better be worth all this man.”

It doesn’t come as a surprise to Kibum that Prof Park - in fact some others as well, generally those who have been teaching for over a decade - do not have much respect for him and his teaching style. To be honest, he couldn’t care less about what those old folks think of him. What concerns him more is that Minho may have gotten into serious trouble for going up against his professor because of what Kibum feels is a trivial matter. Was he really worth all that trouble to Minho?

Although a part of him is worried about the freshman, Kibum can’t help but feel happy and even a little smug that Minho had stood up for him like that. If what his students are saying is true, Kibum thinks he should start to consider the ‘what ifs’ in life.

One week later, the associate professor finds himself wandering around the basketball court in search of the freshman who has made a name for himself. Oddly enough, it isn’t the incident with Prof Park that has made Minho well known on campus though. It is his good looks and athletic abilities that have made him somewhat famous in Konkuk University. All he did was attend try-outs for different sports teams and suddenly, everyone was fighting for him overnight, realising his potential as a valuable player if they could have him on their team. For this very reason, Minho had become the talk of the (university) town and this in turn made it very easy for Kibum to keep himself updated with Minho’s whereabouts.

Considering where Kibum is right now, it seems that Minho has his mind made up on joining the basketball team. Rumour has it Shim Changmin, the basketball captain, is the reason why Minho has chosen the sport over the others. Coincidentally, when Kibum finally manages to spot Minho, he also sees Changmin with him. And from the looks of it, they have gotten really close with each other over a short span of time, if their arms around each other, the absence of distance between their bodies and the smiles on their faces say anything.

How affectionate, Kibum finds himself thinking rather bitterly, but before he can even make sense of his feelings, Minho sees him too.

In a split second, Minho shrugs Changmin off and leaves the senior behind as he hurriedly walks up to Kibum, looking rather anxious.

“Kibum-”

There’s an odd look on Kibum’s face since this is the first time he’s hearing Minho call him by his name. Just as Kibum thinks it actually sounds nice and wonders if he can get used to it, Minho misreads the expression on his face for something negative and quickly corrects himself.

“I mean, Prof Kim… it's not what it looks like.”

“I didn’t say anything.” Kibum remains nonchalant (or so he thinks).

“But your face just now…” Minho looks intently at the professor.

“What about my face?”

“You looked…” Minho pauses for a moment as he searches for the appropriate word to describe Kibum’s expression when he saw him with Changmin, “-betrayed…?”

“Do I?” Kibum questions, brows drawn together in thought.

Minho nods, “A little…”

“Is that so?”

Finding that the conversation isn’t going anywhere, Minho gets impatient and asks what has been on mind the entire time.

“What are you doing here, Prof?”

“That’s a stupid question.” Kibum rolls his eyes, “Why else would I come to the basketball court?”

“To play basketball?” Minho hazards a guess, unable to figure out where this is going.

“I’m starting to regret my decision to date you.”

“What?”

“You heard me.”

“Are you serious?” The smile that spreads across Minho’s face is so blinding that anyone would have believed he just won a million dollars.

“I’m always serious.”

Minho laughs, clearly on cloud 9, as he takes a step forward to close the distance between them, because all he wants to do is hug Kibum. He forgets where they are but Kibum doesn’t. The professor instinctively moves backwards and stops Minho from coming close.

“I’m sorry, Minho.” Kibum sighs, “We can’t… especially not here.”

Although he’s disappointed, Minho manages a smile. Somehow, he can tell Kibum is a little frustrated too, and this alone is comforting and encouraging to know.

“Don’t be… I understand.”

“Great.” Kibum returns a smile, “There’s one more thing you should note…”

“What is it?”

“Three dates, Minho.” Kibum holds up 3 fingers right in front of Minho’s face, “That’s all I’m giving you. If it doesn’t work out, we’ll go our separate ways alright?”

“Fair enough.” Minho grins, “Three dates is all I need.”

The way Minho is brimming with confidence scares Kibum a little. For goodness' sake, he is nine years older than Minho. In terms of experience in dating or love, Kibum should have the upper hand. There’s nothing he can’t handle… right?

“I’ll see you soon then, Prof.”

Wrong.

The moment Minho winks at him and waves goodbye, Kibum feels a little hot. And this is also when the professor knows he’s doomed.

Well, he’s right about that.

They kissed on the second date.

Take Two, Action! ; Minho/Key

intaexicated — Fri, 12 Aug 2016 17:25:57 GMT

in which Minho and Kibum get a second chance.

Author's Note: written based on this about a year ago, posting it now just for records. :)

Choi Minho is 22 and has never been drunk. Yet all that changes on the night of his graduation party. He doesn’t actually know that he’s drunk because his brain doesn’t seem to be functioning much but when he begins feeling too warm and starts having trouble with balance, coordination and attention, Minho is almost certain he shouldn’t have taken that 4th shot. It really isn’t entirely his fault though. Whoever said alcohol makes you braver and gives you courage should take part of the blame too.

You see, Minho doesn’t like parties. He doesn’t even like drinking or dancing. But he does like Kim Kibum. Actually, Minho is pretty much infatuated with Kibum who, mind you, he has only shared one class with in their last semester of university but has captivated him enough for Minho to imagine a future together. So when they’re both graduating and this party is the last chance he might see Kibum, Minho decides to drag his awkward self to the club and find the right opportunity to confess to his crush.

As crowded as the club may be, Minho easily spots Kibum. In fact, Kibum spots him too. Their eyes meet, they even share a smile and it’s then Minho’s nerves get the better of him. He turns around, heads straight to the bar and begins downing some of that liquid courage. After two consecutive shots of tequila, he takes the time to think about what he wants to say to Kibum. It seems like an eternity later when he finally feels prepared enough to walk away from the bar counter in search for Kibum. However, the moment his gaze falls onto the attractive boy, Minho turns on his heel, heads straight back to the counter and downs his 3rd and 4th shot.

Taking deep breaths, Minho composes himself and tries to give himself a pep talk. But all of a sudden, his brain doesn’t seem to be working all that well and everything feels different. He stands up, loses his balance and stumbles back into the seat. The next thing he knows, his forehead falls onto the cool countertop with a thud. It hurts but Minho is laughing out loud, shaking his head at himself, and then suddenly, along with the rhythm of the loud music.

It comes to a stop when Minho feels a hand on his shoulder. He sits straight up and turns towards the owner of the hand. A smile instantly spreads across his face when he registers Kibum standing before him.

“Kibum…” Minho chuckles, waving even though Kibum is already so close to him, “I was looking for you!”

“You were?” Kibum smiles nervously, looking away, as he fiddles with one of his rings, “Actually… me too.”

Minho remains silent and simply keeps smiling at Kibum, openly admiring his crush who is looking more gorgeous than usual.

“There’s something I’ve been meaning to tell you.” Kibum admits, looking at the collar of Minho’s shirt.

“Hmm?” Minho’s smile grows wider as his eyes focus on the lips that he has dreamt of kissing.

“Things could go very wrong… or hopefully very right, so for this possibility, I think it’s about time I let you know that I think you’re cute. And well, I like you very much.”

Minho squints, reading Kibum’s lips intently and trying his best to process the words that escape those irresistible lips. When he slowly puts the last five words together, Minho looks up into Kibum’s eyes. Kibum is clearly waiting for an answer but Minho finds himself incapable of speech.

He can’t believe it.

If his brain isn’t playing tricks on him, those are the words he has wanted to hear for a long time. It feels like he’s in a dream, a beautiful one that he never wants to wake up from, the most perfect one that will make him laugh in his sleep. And that’s exactly what he does.

Minho lets out a low chuckle first, and then gradually, his laugh gets louder and louder until he’s laughing his heart out, clutching his stomach and bending forward, forcing Kibum to step back so he doesn’t get hit by Minho.

While Minho laughs in disbelief, Kibum frowns, confused, “What’s so-”

“You!” Minho shoots back upright and interrupts Kibum rather rudely, “You like me?!”

Before Kibum can even answer, Minho lets out a hearty laugh and shakes his head.

A look of hurt flashes across Kibum’s face as his frown deepens. That’s enough; he doesn’t need to hang around Minho any longer because he’s got an answer already. As quickly as he arrives, Kibum walks away without a word and leaves a smiling Minho by himself. Minho who doesn’t know that he isn’t in a dream, Minho who Kibum doesn’t realise is actually drunk, Minho who won’t remember all that has happened after that lethal 4th shot, and the very same Minho who wakes up the morning after concluding that he never got his chance to speak to Kibum, much less confess to him.

Minho ends up believing that his first love, like many others, was simply not meant to be.

“So I met someone-”

Minho chokes on his drink and instinctively elbows Jonghyun who is sitting beside him as they have lunch together.

“Why’d you do that for?” Jonghyun jerks back and stares at his friend.

“Hyung.” Minho hisses and eyes Jonghyun’s boyfriend who is seated just across them with an amused smile on his face, “Did you forget that Jinki hyung is here?”

“Of course I know Jinki is here,” Jonghyun scoffs, “I didn’t even mean it that way… but hey, aren’t you a little too concerned over your ex-boyfriend?”

Minho rolls his eyes, unamused that Jonghyun likes to bring up the fact that he and Jinki used to date. Long story short, it has been about half a year since things ended amicably between them, both of them deciding they were better off as friends. They both moved on, staying in contact as Minho remained single while Jinki met Jonghyun a few weeks later. In reality, if it wasn’t for Jinki, Minho wouldn’t even have met Jonghyun and become their third wheel.

“Jjong, stop being so bitter that Minho and I used to go out…” Jinki kicks his boyfriend lightly under the table, “It’s cute but enough is enough. Now, you were saying?”

Jonghyun shrugs, letting it go since Jinki called him cute, and continues from where he left off.

“Right, I met someone who knows Minho-“

“Me?”

“Yeah, and we clicked because apparently, he doesn’t really like you either.”

“Says the person who hangs out with Minho when I don’t have time for him…” Jinki mutters.

“What do you mean he doesn’t like me?” Minho questions over Jinki’s voice, “Who is he anyway?”

“Kim Kibum. Said you went to the same university as him? Took a class together?” Jonghyun casually replies, “Well, he just didn’t have good things to say about you. What did you do to offend him?”

The moment Jonghyun reveals the name, both Minho and Jinki sit up like obedient students when their teacher disciplines them. It has been almost two years since Minho last seen and heard about his first love. Determined to get over him, Minho hasn’t been thinking much about Kibum after graduation, perhaps only bringing his name up when he shared about this unrequited love of his with Jinki while they were dating. Jinki is probably the only person who knows about this part of his life. That’s why they naturally share a look with each other once they hear Kibum’s name.

“Minho, isn’t that-” Jinki doesn’t even need to finish his question as Minho nods at him before looking back at Jonghyun almost anxiously.

“Hyung, what did he say about me? Wait, no- when did you meet him? How did you meet him? Do you have his number? Or any means to contact him?”

“Woah woah woah, what’s with all the questions?” Jonghyun is slightly taken aback at how Minho is pressing him for answers, “Am I missing out on something here?”

Helping a somewhat flustered Minho out, Jinki explains simply, “The Kibum you met should be the same Kibum Minho liked in university.”

“Ahh…” Jonghyun nods understandingly, “You must have broken his heart then.”

Minho shakes his head at the impossibility of Jonghyun’s conclusion.

“We didn’t even go out.”

“Then what on earth did you do for the guy to dislike you?”

“I… don’t know?” Minho answers stupidly and then sighs as a sad smile appears on his face, “Hyung, does it really seem like he hates me?”

“Well…”

“Jonghyun.” Jinki sends a look of disapproval at his boyfriend once he notices that glint of mischief in his eyes.

“I can’t decide if I love or hate it when you use that tone on me, hyung.” Jonghyun ponders out loud in a rather serious tone while Jinki can only shakes his head, hiding a smile as he looks down.

Minho clears his throat, “Guys, please.”

Jonghyun laughs before he shrugs and takes out his wallet to pull out a white name card he received just that morning.

“I can’t answer all of your questions but this should help.”

Minho takes the business card from Jonghyun and reads the information as he mutters, “I owe you one.”

“How about paying for lunch today?”

“Jonghyun.”

“Alright.”

“Minho, you don’t have to pay.”

“It’s okay, Jinki hyung.” Minho smiles as he keeps the name card safely in his own wallet, “Jonghyun hyung paid for sushi the last time anyway.”

“You guys had a sushi date?” Jinki sighs, unable to understand why Jonghyun even feels jealous of the relationship Minho and he used to share, “Remind me again who’s dating who…”

Jonghyun glances towards his boyfriend, “Hyung?”

“What?”

“Come here, you have something on your lips… let me clean it for you.”

While Jinki leans forward, Jonghyun stands up just enough to bend forward, his hand reaching out towards Jinki’s face but never actually reaching to clean that supposed dirt. Instead, Jonghyun swiftly moves his hand away and leans closer to steal a kiss from Jinki’s lips.

“Do you still need a reminder, hyung?” Jonghyun smirks at his boyfriend as he moves back into his seat in the blink of an eye.

“Yah!”

As Jonghyun laughs out loud and Jinki grumbles under his breath, Minho smiles and wishes he could find a relationship like theirs.

Perhaps Kibum will be the key to this.

Minho is convinced that it truly is a small world we live in. Or maybe, Seoul is just tiny. Of all the people Jonghyun can meet at the recording studio he works at, he gets introduced to Kibum through Nicole, an artiste he and his team are currently producing an album for. From what Minho has heard from Jonghyun, Kibum is a close friend of Nicole and is helping her choose the stage outfits for her upcoming album. Especially since he is working as a fashion buyer, Nicole wants Kibum’s advice to help her prepare for her comeback and thus brought him along to the studio to hear her new song, discussing it in detail with Jonghyun so Kibum can get a better idea of the album concept.

Minho doesn’t know how much Jonghyun and Kibum have talked about him or what they even talked about but it’s the last thing on Minho’s mind right now. What’s more important is how he should go about contacting Kibum. It may have been some time after graduation but one thing’s for sure, Kibum still has an effect on Minho. Just hearing his name is making Minho nervous (in a good way) all over again. He can’t be certain if he still feels the same for Kibum as he did when they were in university. However, if Minho were to be honest with himself, he probably never really got over Kibum and is (for lack of a better word) curious to find out if anything can happen between them. Besides, there’s a voice inside his head that is urging him to create a chance for them to meet again. That’s the least he can do for himself.

Minho thinks he should just send Kibum a message online. Although Kibum’s name card provides his office phone number and email address, Minho doesn’t want to use those contact details and risk putting Jonghyun in a difficult spot as it feels like he’s overstepping professional boundaries. Instead, he does something he should have done ages ago. Minho goes onto Facebook and searches for Kibum’s profile. Even though his name is common, it’s easy to find him since they have mutual friends. After being stuck on Kibum’s profile page and hesitating a couple of times, he finally adds Kibum as a friend. Yet that isn’t even the most difficult part. What’s more intimidating is sending him that first message.

The minutes tick by as Minho repeats the cycle of typing and deleting, wondering how he should start a conversation with Kibum. So troubled is he over deciding what to say that MInho doesn’t even notice how much time has passed. Eventually (regretfully), he gives up and decides to wait for Kibum to accept his friend request first before he sends a message.

With his thoughts occupied by Kibum, sleep doesn’t come easy that night.

And the night after.

As well as the following two nights.

“Hyung.”

“Mhmm?”

“You busy?”

“Call me 10 minutes later and I won’t be answering your call.”

“Wait, so are you free to talk now?”

“Yes, but make it quick, Minho yah.”

“Right. I was just wondering if you’ve met Kibum recently?”

“Nope… but I’ve been talking to him.”

“You have?”

“What’s with that tone? You don’t sound too happy. Is something up?”

“It’s just… I, umm- Well, I… never mind, hyung. You should get back to what you were doing. I’ll talk to you soon.”

Minho hastily ends the call and throws his phone aside. His conversation with Jonghyun has only lasted a few minutes and yet Jonghyun can already tell he’s upset. Well, how do you expect him to control his emotions when he finds out that Kibum obviously has the time to talk to Jonghyun but can’t spare a few seconds to accept his friend request on Facebook?

It has been four days since he sent the request and Minho has officially lost his patience. He has been doing a lot of thinking over the past few days and has come to a conclusion that Kibum obviously means something to him. If he didn’t, Minho wouldn’t feel this annoyed over a silly friend request. What’s worse is that Jonghyun’s words have been bothering him too.

He doesn’t really like you either.

Minho can’t help but suspect that Kibum is deliberately ignoring his request. There may be a possibility that Kibum doesn’t check his Facebook but Minho knows that’s highly unlikely. The way he sees it, Kibum is choosing not to accept his request because he doesn’t like him all that much and perhaps, wants nothing to do with him. Minho can’t figure out why Kibum dislikes him but he’s determined to find out. He simply can’t let it go like this. Not when he clearly cares about what Kibum thinks of him.

It’s time for him to take control of the situation.

“Kibum?”

“Yes, speaking.”

“I’m Minho.”

“Who?”

“Choi Minho. We went to-”

The calls ends before Minho can finish his sentence. He is left staring at his phone, trying to process the fact that Kibum has just hung up on him.

“And?”

“There’s no ‘and’, hyung”

“What do you mean?” Jinki blinks at him, puzzled, “You didn’t try calling back?”

“What for? To humiliate myself?” Minho finishes the last of his beer before shaking his head, “I’m not that stupid.”

“So you’re going to leave things like that?”

“Nope.”

“What are you planning to do?”

“Ask Jonghyun hyung when you get back home.” Minho smiles, “He’ll tell you.”

When Minho spots Kibum entering the café they (well, actually Jonghyun and Kibum) arranged to meet, a smile naturally forms on his lips. It feels as if he has gone back in time, back to the day Kibum had to join the table Minho was sitting at because their professor had assigned them to the same group. Minho can’t explain it but there’s something about Kibum that brightens up the world around him.

The same can’t be said for Kibum though. As soon as their eyes meet when Kibum scans the café in search of Jonghyun only to find Minho looking at him, he scowls and turns around, heading straight to the exit.

Like a natural instinct, Minho immediately stands up, hurriedly making his way out of the café, and chases after Kibum.

“Hey, Kibum, wait!”

Minho doesn’t even have to catch up with Kibum because halfway through his sentence, Kibum suddenly stops in his footsteps, turns around and charges straight to Minho.

“So you think you’re smart huh? Using Jonghyun to get me to meet you?” Kibum comes to stand just in front of Minho and narrows his eyes at him, “Childish.”

Kibum has neither raised his voice nor laid a finger on him but his tone alone makes Minho’s blood boil.

“Me? Childish?” Minho snaps, forcefully pulling Kibum aside so they’re not in the middle of the walkway when a heated argument is obviously about to ensue, “I’m not even going to talk about the friend request, but who’s the one who hung up on my call? Who’s the one who refuses to sit down and talk like the adults we are? Clearly, I’m not the one who needs to grow up.”

“You!” Kibum huffs, his whole body going stiff as he clenches his fists, keeping his arms by his side and doing everything he can to resist the urge to punch Minho, before he shouts, “This is exactly why there isn’t a need for us to get in touch with each other!”

“I don’t want to argue with you, Kibum…” Minho sighs, a frown etched on his face as he mutters, “Not when I like you so much.”

Kibum’s eyes widen at Minho’s sudden confession, his world becoming silent as everything but Minho and himself ceases to exist.

“You…” Kibum swallows hard, pausing for a moment, before he continues, “You like me?!”

Mirroring Kibum’s surprised expression, Minho is unable to react and can only blink while he tries to figure out why this situation seems so familiar. It’s like he’s having a déjà vu but he can’t remember when it had happened before.

“Why does this feel so familiar…” Minho mumbles out loud, “I’ve heard those words exactly like this before.”

Kibum rolls his eyes and scoffs, “Yeah, because you said them too.”

“Me?” Minho doesn’t have a clue what Kibum is talking about, “When?”

“Cut the act, Choi Minho.” Kibum shakes his head, unimpressed, “You and I both know how much of a jerk you are for mocking my feelings for you.”

Minho wants to believe that Kibum is playing a prank on him but he knows for a fact that there’s no reason why Kibum would do such a thing. Besides, the serious look on Kibum’s face couldn’t possibly be a pretence.

“You…” Minho clears his throat, his mouth suddenly feeling too dry, and starts again, “You have feelings for me? Me?!”

“Had. Past tense.” Kibum emphasizes and then stops for a second to observe Minho’s stunned expression, his own eyebrows furrowing in confusion, “Why are you acting as if you’re hearing this for the first time?”

“Because I am?!” In shock, Minho loses control of the volume of his voice.

“Are you trying to be funny right now?”

Minho shakes his head earnestly, “I swear, I-“

“Wait, do you even remember the night of our graduation party when I-”

As soon as Minho hears the words “graduation party”, everything starts making sense. In the next second, he anxiously stops Kibum from continuing because there’s something he urgently needs to clarify.

“Kibum.”

“Hold on, let me-”

“I was drunk, Kibum.”

“What?”

“Drunk. Like completely faced. I can’t even remember how I got home that night.”

Both Minho and Kibum look at each other for a long moment, taking in each other’s reaction, their minds occupied with similar thoughts.

“Oh.” Comes Kibum’s delayed answer to end the silence between them.

Minho hides a chuckle behind the back of his hand.

“How does going back to the café and catching up over coffee sound now?”

“As long as there’s no alcohol involved…” Kibum ponders out loud, a smile tugging on a corner of his lips.

Minho laughs, “Nope, none of that, just caffeine.”

“Why do you always have to stop at the most important part?” Jinki groans as he stares at Minho who purposely chooses to quench his thirst at the wrong time, “So? Is there an ‘and’ this time round?”

Minho puts his glass of water down onto the table and smiles, “Yeah. We’re taking it slow though, getting to know each other again and going out on dates… it’s nothing official but I’ve a good feeling about this, hyung.”

“You better not screw things up this time then.” Jinki warns, “You’re not going to get this lucky again.”

Minho nods, his smile reaching his eyes, “I know, hyung, that’s why I’ve sworn off alcohol… for now.”

As they share a laugh with each other, Minho suddenly feels a kiss on his cheek. He instantly looks to his right and finds Kibum slipping into the seat next to his while Jonghyun joins Jinki on the other side of the table.

“Maybe you should consider not touching alcohol ever again.” Kibum suggests with a grin.

“What are you doing here?” Pleasantly surprised, Minho looks at Kibum first before looking at Jonghyun.

“Jonghyun invited me to join you guys for lunch.” Kibum explains before smiling at Jinki, “I hope you don’t mind me being here… Jonghyun hyung told me you’re Minho’s ex-boyfriend?”

“Jjong…”

“Hyung!”

Both Jinki and Minho’s voices sound at the same time.

“What?” Jonghyun shrugs innocently, “He’s bound to find out.”

“Idiot.”

But that’s just Jinki speaking.

Now that Minho is thinking about the surprise kiss Kibum had given him, Jonghyun is actually a genius. If it wasn’t for him, Minho would not have seen the possessive, dare he say, jealous side of Kibum this fast.

“You’re the idiot for dating Minho.”

As Jonghyun continues blabbering about Minho and Jinki’s history together while Jinki tries to shut him up, Minho stays silent, smiling to himself because Kibum’s hand has found its way to his thigh.

It’s then Minho decides he’ll not only pick up the tab today but also individually treat Jonghyun to another meal. After all, it’s the least he can do to thank Jonghyun for speeding things up between Kibum and him.

Temperature Changes; Minho/Key

intaexicated — Sat, 04 Jul 2015 13:49:05 GMT

in which Kibum has to deal with heated arguments, getting the cold shoulder and a belated housewarming party.

Author's Note: inspired by this. i've been meaning to write this for ages (as you can see from what inspired me) but I got busy with prompts and all... until recently, kibum has been talking about living alone (on My Little Television) and even showing his new home so it reminded me how i wanted to write something about this. i didn't really plan it out and just wrote whatever came into mind but i still hope you'll enjoy the read! thanks for clicking your way here and happy reading! ^^

“Poor you.”

Kibum turns to his right and raises an eyebrow at Jonghyun, his designated flight mate. They’re on the plane to Tokyo where the captain has just made his announcement for the cabin crew to prepare for landing when Jonghyun decides to lean closer and apparently show him some sympathy.

“Minho.” Jonghyun simply answers, unafraid to talk openly about their bandmate since he’s seated two rows back and most probably sound asleep.

Besides, it helps that the business class seats have so much leg room which creates more distance between them even when they’re on the same flight.

Kibum can tell it’s a serious conversation but he still can’t figure out where Jonghyun is going with this. He even gets a little confused when Jonghyun pats him on his shoulder the same way he would to comfort someone.

“Every time he’s upset, he doesn’t talk about it and just sulks all the time… It’s frustrating, isn’t it?”

Just like that, it all clicks.

“Is it that obvious?”

Kibum must admit, he’s impressed that Jonghyun has noticed this much when one, he doesn’t live in the dorm anymore, and two, they (both Minho and him) have been careful to hide what has been going on in their personal lives from the others.

“Mmhmm,” Jonghyun hums and then confirms his suspicion, “You finally told him huh?”

The question may sound vague but they’ve known each other long enough to understand the other without having to spell things out.

Kibum nods, “I didn’t have much of a choice considering I’m planning to move in a week, hyung.”

Jonghyun smiles reassuringly, squeezing Kibum on his arm, “He’ll come around, don’t worry about it.”

“That’s what I thought... but we got into this huge argument. I mean, it really isn’t that big of a deal but-”

Jonghyun widens his eyes, alarmed, and quickly shakes his head, “It is, Kibum, it is. He was already sad when Taemin and I moved out, now that it’s you... you’re different, you know?”

Kibum frowns, “I know, and I understand why Minho’s upset but a part of me still wants him to be supportive? I had hopes that he wouldn’t be so childish about it but he got so moody that I flared up and now…”

Jonghyun listens and remains quiet for a moment, taking in Kibum’s troubled expression, before he breaks the silence.

“How bad is it?”

Kibum lets out a breath, “The only time we acknowledge each other is if we’re working... We haven’t talked to each other for days.”

“Yikes.” Jonghyun realises that things are worse than he thinks it is, “You should really try talking to him. Like soon. Like when we get off the flight, or now, like I mean-”

“Yes Jjong,” Kibum rolls his eyes, “I get it… and thanks. But for now I’d appreciate if you let me have some silence so I can figure out how to deal with a sulky boyfriend.”

“Poor-”

“Don’t.”

“Remind me again why you aren’t going.”

“I have something on, hyung.”

They’re having breakfast in their dorm on the day of Kibum’s housewarming party when Jinki asks Minho the same question he has been asking all week and as usual, ends up hearing the same useless answer once again.

“What?” Jinki probes, deciding not to let Minho off the hook so easily this time.

Amused at Jinki’s concern, a crooked smile appears on Minho’s face.

“Since when did I have to report to you what I do in my free time, leader-nim?”

“Since you started lying.” Jinki even emphasises the last word by raising his volume in a dramatic tone.

Poking at his food, Minho looks away as he mutters, “I’m not lying.”

“Oh please Minho, what could you possibly have on that you can’t even spare a little time to drop by Kibum’s new place and celebrate with him?”

“Kibum’s not even trying to get me to go so why do you even bother?” Minho asks instead, immediately changing the subject so he doesn’t have to answer Jinki.

The leader narrows his eyes at Minho, “You’re being such a brat right now.”

Minho shrugs.

“I don’t understand…” Jinki sighs, resisting the urge to flick Minho on his forehead, “You’re just making things even worse. Is it so hard to be happy for him, Minho? Did you really think we’ll be living in this dorm together forever?”

Even just saying the last two words makes Jinki shiver at how cliché the idea is.

“God knows I’m so grateful Kibum has his own place now because that means I don’t have to deal with loud sex noises anymore.”

Minho furrows his eyebrows, “Hyung…”

“What? Did you honestly believe both of you were being quiet? Our walls aren’t soundproof, FYI.”

Minho looks down, embarrassed.

Jinki shakes his head, “Whatever it is, you should really stop being so difficult and just make up with Kibum already.”

“Aren’t you sad, hyung?” Minho can’t help but ask, “That it’s just the two of us left here?”

“We’re growing up, Minho…” Jinki replies, “But that doesn’t mean we’re growing apart.”

Jinki and Minho look at each other for a moment, letting the words sink in, before they both suddenly break into smiles.

“Cheesy huh?” Jinki laughs.

“Very.” Minho agrees and adds as an afterthought, “Meaningful though.”

Jinki grins, “So?”

“So what?”

“Are you going for Kibum’s housewarming?”

Minho pretends to think about it for a second before he gives his answer.

“No.”

“Choi Minho.”

“Thanks for trying to be our peacemaker, hyung, but it’s still a no.”

“Brat.”

Kibum’s heart drops when he unlocks the door to his apartment and sees that the lights are turned on. His immediate reaction is to drop everything and run but when he spots a familiar pair of shoes at the doorway, he instantly relaxes and walks further inside his new home. The last thing he expects is to find Minho in his apartment a few nights after his housewarming party and so, when he actually sees his boyfriend, Kibum is at a complete loss. It’s rather late at night and he just wants to have a relaxing bath before going to bed but he’s stuck standing in between his dining area and living room, staring at Minho who’s comfortably seated on his sofa with a straight face.

“You should really change your passcode.” Minho is the one who breaks the silence between them, “I got it within three tries.”

Thinking if a digital door lock is the correct choice, Kibum stays quiet and simply looks at Minho. Surprised, confused, amused, upset, angry, relieved, happy, only Choi Minho can make him this crazy. Kibum is feeling all too much at once and has so many thoughts in his mind that he really doesn’t know how to react. After a long moment with the both of them just looking at each other, Kibum finally moves, walking towards Minho and joining him on the sofa. He doesn’t turn to face Minho though, and neither does Minho, but they sit close to each other, keeping their eyes on the television in front of them where they can see their own reflection on the black screen.

“When did you get here?” Kibum asks in a monotone voice.

“Early enough to give myself a full apartment tour.”

“What do you think?”

“It’s what you always wanted.”

Kibum should feel happy that Minho understands him this well but there’s something about the tone in Minho’s voice that reveals a sense of bitterness which worries Kibum.

“Minho…” Kibum reaches out to hold Minho’s hand, “This doesn’t change anything between us-”

“Really?” Minho moves his hand away and turns to face Kibum, “Do you really think everything will be the same? After all, you moved out because you wanted your own space right?”

“Yes but how does that even affect our relationship?!” Kibum really can’t understand what Minho is thinking, “It doesn’t change the way I feel about you. It doesn’t mean I love you any less.”

“We’re not living together anymore, Kibum.” Minho breathes out, frowning, as he shares what has been bothering him ever since Kibum told him he was moving out, “It feels as if I’ve lost you… that you don’t need me around as much as I need you and that’s why you can move out so easily, like there’s no reason to stay any longer.”

“Nonsense.” Kibum instantly disagrees, upset with how Minho is acting given that they both have had enough time to cool down, “You know that’s not true. Don’t say things in the heat of the moment.”

“You can’t blame me, Kibum.” Minho defends himself as he mutters under his breath like a child who doesn’t get his way, “You’re not the one who’s left behind. Imagine if I was the one who moved out. How would you feel?”

“Let me ask you one question, Choi Minho,” Kibum loses his patience and raises his voice as he looks around, searching for something to throw at Minho but finding nothing, and ends up throwing punches to Minho’s arm, “Why do you think you even managed to guess my passcode so easily?!”

Stunned, Minho falls silent and blinks at Kibum, keeping still and accepting every punch Kibum’s throwing at him.

“If you think it’s because you know me so well, you’re wrong.” Kibum huffs, giving Minho one final punch before stopping and pushing Minho hard on his chest that he falls back a little, “I could have easily chosen a number combination so random you would have never guessed it but did I? NO. Think about that before you accuse me of leaving you behind, you idiot.”

With that, Kibum stands up from the sofa and storms out of his living room. He heads straight to his own room and even slams the door for dramatic purposes, leaving Minho pondering over his words in a daze.

It’s almost an hour later when Kibum finally leaves his room, having already taken his bath and feeling he has calmed down enough to face Minho again. However, it’s dark and quiet when he steps back into the living area and the first thought that comes into his mind is that Minho has gone back to the dorm. The only light on in his apartment is the one in his room but it’s enough for him to find his way around his cosy home. Upon closer look, Kibum realises that Minho never left. He’s just lying on the sofa, his eyes closed and his body stretched out, and occupying the entire space that Kibum ends up having to sit on the floor beside him.

“Idiot,” Kibum mutters as he leans against the sofa, rests his chin on his hand and stares at Minho, “Who allowed you to sleep here?”

“I’m not sleeping.” Minho’s lips move the same time he opens his eyes and meets Kibum’s gaze, “I couldn’t even fall asleep even if I wanted to.”

“Why?” Kibum asks, not surprised that Minho had been awake, “Feeling too guilty and sorry?”

“Maybe…? A little?” Minho answers as he moves to lie on his side and face Kibum properly, reaching out to cup Kibum’s face and gently stroke his cheek with his thumb, “Look, Kibum, I’m sorry that I’ve made things so difficult for you… I’m happy for you, I really am, but it’s just hard for me to get used to being separated from you. I know you’re going to think I’m exaggerating but it honestly feels like we’re suddenly thrown into a long-distance relationship. I guess I just need the time to learn how to cope with this…”

“You really are exaggerating,” Sitting up straight, Kibum holds Minho’s hand and brings their intertwined hands down, resting it against the cushioned seat, “I’m not going to ask you to move in with me, because god knows we’ll be living together after all this is over, but you are always welcomed here.”

“Are you saying that you moved out so you can enjoy living alone now because it’s the only chance you’ll have?” Minho asks and then rephrases his question, “Because you think we’ll be living together again at some point in our lives and so you want to live by yourself now?”

“That’s one of the reasons, I guess.” Kibum nods, “But even though I want to live alone now, it doesn’t mean I want to be away from you.”

“I know… you just need your space.” Minho thinks out loud, reminding himself how important that is to Kibum.

“Minho…” Kibum frowns, worried that this conversation may go the wrong way again, “Please don’t think that I-”

“I’m not.” Minho shakes his head earnestly and smiles, “I get it. I really do.”

“So you’re not upset anymore?” Kibum bites his bottom lip, a little nervous and unsure if Minho truly understands.

Minho nods and squeezes Kibum’s hand, “It’ll take a little bit more time but I’ll get used to this. I promise.”

“Does this mean I can have my boyfriend back now?” Kibum breaks into a smile as he gets up from the floor and pulls Minho up with him at the same time.

“But I’ve always been here…” Standing up, Minho can’t help but laugh while naturally placing his hands on either side of Kibum’s hips, “Even if we weren’t talking for days… weeks.”

“Liar,” Kibum sulks, locking his hands behind Minho’s neck, “You didn’t even come for my housewarming, you ass.”

“Sorry…” A look of remorse on his face, Minho knows he’s in the wrong for being so stubborn before and tries to make up for it, “I’m here now though, does this count?”

Kibum thinks for a moment before he says, “Give me a present and then I’ll forgive you.”

Minho grins, “You’re holding it already.”

Already used to his boyfriend’s antics, Kibum looks at Minho from head to toe and then shakes his head in dissatisfaction, “Can I get an exchange?”

“Nope, it’s strictly non-exchangeable.”

Kibum sighs exaggeratedly, “I guess I’m stuck with it then.”

“Don’t worry, I won’t be here 24/7 anyway.” Minho casually says, “I still have a dorm and Jinki hyung to get back to…”

“You’re not staying the night?” Kibum is honestly surprised that Minho is even considering going back to the dorm.

“Kibum, doesn’t it defeat the purpose if I do?”

“But we just made up…”

“And?”

“Do you really want to leave tonight?” Kibum narrows his eyes at Minho, suddenly turning all serious and trying to see through his boyfriend’s intentions.

“Why?” Minho asks Kibum instead, “Do you want me to stay?”

“Alright, fine.” Kibum takes his hands off Minho and lets him go, “Go off then, good night.”

“Naaah,” Smiling, Minho tightens his hug around Kibum and brings him back closer, “I think I’m gonna stay… and maybe help you christen your new home?”

Kibum rolls his eyes but doesn’t move away when Minho closes the distance between their lips.

He decides it’s nice having his annoying boyfriend back because now, it feels a little more like home.

Work Out Make Out; Minho/Key

intaexicated — Sun, 21 Jun 2015 19:35:06 GMT

Kibum and Minho have fun with a different kind of push up that involves their lips.

Author's Note: for this genius prompt! also inspired by this fanaccount. i had a lot of fun with this one and i hope you do too. thanks for finding your way here and as usual, happy reading! ^^♥

5 more minutes.

Just 5 more minutes on the treadmill and Kibum will call it a day at the gym.

It’s a miracle that he is even here with Minho bearing in mind he’s only surviving on a few hours of sleep and had a 12 hour work day. Kibum thinks he has gone mad. They both have. Who in the right mind would choose to exercise at 1 in the morning over getting a good night’s sleep? Clearly, considering how they’re the only two people in the gym, only Minho and he aren’t thinking straight.

It’s no surprise that Minho is the reason why Kibum is actually making the effort to exercise. Even if it’s just a 30 minute workout, Minho said, you’ll be healthy; and that’s what convinced Kibum to follow Minho to the gym. Don’t get him wrong though. Kibum isn’t exercising because he wants to have a healthy lifestyle. Minho may be right about the health benefits of regular exercise but Kibum just wants to prove his own point that exercising when you’re sleep deprived and exhausted from working long hours can’t possibly do your body any good. Right now, judging on how hard he is breathing, Kibum quickly decides he has proven his point – he would die if he exercised.

The 5 minutes isn’t over but Kibum has had enough. He reduces the speed on the treadmill and slows down his pace before he finally steps off the machine, both relieved and happy.

But of course, the moment his feet touch the floor, a voice calls out from behind.

“Kibum!”

“What?!” Trying to catch his breath, Kibum snaps as he turns back and shoots a glare at Minho.

While he chose to run on the treadmill, Minho had been working to strengthen and tone his upper body by doing push-ups on the exercise mats that cover an area of the gym floor.

Holding his body up, Minho remains in his push-up position and asks, “Why’d you stop?”

“Because I just don’t feel like running anymore?” Kibum answers, walking towards Minho where he spots a water bottle, “I feel like I’m dying.”

“You’ve only been on the treadmill for 10 minutes.” Minho points out his observation rather amusedly as he continues doing more push-ups.

“And?” Kibum casually picks Minho’s water bottle up and quenches his thirst.

Minho straightens his arms and lets out a breath as he looks at Kibum disappointedly.

“Kibum…”

“Never mind about me, just continue your workout.” Kibum waves Minho off and settles down on the exercise mats, making sure to leave a good amount of space between Minho and him, “I’ll just lie here and wait for you to be done.”

Minho pushes himself off the ground, going on his knees, before he sits down with his legs stretched out in front of him.

“10 minutes of running doesn’t do much, you know?”

Kibum really doesn’t know why Minho still bothers to try.

He turns his head to the side and faces Minho, “Do I look like I’m here for the same reason as you?”

“I’m guessing no?”

Minho should have known not to get too happy when Kibum appeared in his workout clothes and followed him out of their dorm.

Kibum clicks his tongue, “Exactly.”

Minho sighs, “Oh come on, Kibummie, since you’re already here and even did a bit of cardio, you might as well just continue with some toning exercises…”

Kibum doesn’t even pause to consider Minho’s suggestion and flat out rejects him.

“I don’t like the sound of that.”

Minho is left feeling deflated, sticking his bottom lip out unhappily as he stares at Kibum who is looking a little too comfortable lying on the exercise mats. However, it only lasts a short moment because an idea suddenly hits him.

“How about the sound of me under you then?” Minho questions like he’s asking about the weather, “You like that right?”

“What does that have to do with this?” Kibum raises an eyebrow, trying not to look interested but failing to hide his curiosity about where Minho is going with this.

Minho’s lips curl upwards. Kibum’s question is enough for him to know that his bandmate has already taken the bait. And so, Minho reaches out to tug on Kibum’s wrist, pulling him up and forward the same time he leans back and lies down.

“Get on top of me.”

Kibum can’t really say no to that. Without putting up a fight, Kibum allows Minho to pull him above him and ends up having no other choice but to straddle Minho’s body.

“Now what?” Kibum asks, his hands on Minho’s chest, growing amused at the situation.

Minho smirks as he moves Kibum’s hands one by one to either side of his face. Once that’s done, he then nudges Kibum’s knees backwards, sliding them down against the mat and naturally forcing him to straighten his legs.

It’s when he’s somewhat on all fours and lifting his weight off Minho that Kibum finally realises what the rapper is trying to do.

“I am so not going to do-”

One hand firmly on Kibum’s back, Minho does a half sit-up and successfully shuts him up with a kiss.

“-push ups.”

Kibum manages to finish his sentence once their lips part, albeit a little stunned by Minho’s unexpected kiss.

“What are you waiting for?” Lying back down, Minho grins as he looks up at Kibum, “Get into position and give me 10.”

“Did you not hear me?” Kibum narrows his eyes at Minho.

“How about 5 then?”

“Choi Minho.”

“You’re not exactly trying to move off me, now aren’t you?”

Kibum lets out a sarcastic laugh and rolls his eyes. Minho expects him to move away the next second but what Kibum does next takes him by surprise. He almost has to rub his eyes to make sure he isn’t seeing things when Kibum gets into a proper push-up position.

Well, two can play at this game and Kibum is more than happy to show Minho how it’s done.

“One…” Kibum goes down and kisses Minho lightly, so light that it feels as if their lips barely touched.

“Two.” He counts out loud and punctuates the second push-up with a loud kiss.

Minho smirks as he watches Kibum push himself up.

“Three.” Kibum smiles, lowering his body again and pressing his lips perfectly against Minho’s, but this time, he doesn’t push away from the ground.

In fact, Kibum doesn’t even hold his body up and happily lets Minho bear all of his weight with their lips still pressed tightly together.

“Mmhm?!” Minho’s eyes widen as he struggles under Kibum’s weight, “Mmm mm mmm!”

Minho tries to speak but it’s pointless when all he can do is hum. Still refusing to move away, Kibum’s smile grows wider against Minho’s lips, his eyes sparkling with mischief at how helpless Minho has become. Just to make things more fun, Kibum even playfully moves his head about, controlling Minho’s movement too as their lips remain glued together.

“Get up…“ Minho manages to part his lips just enough for his tongue to move and pronounce the words in a muffled voice.

Holding back a laugh, Kibum does the same, “No energy.”

Before Minho can use his strength to turn things (them) around, Kibum finally releases his lips and rolls off him, moving to lie beside Minho instead as he bursts out laughing.

“You should have seen your face!” Kibum lets out his signature cackle before mumbling to himself, “Cute. So cute.”

“It isn’t even that funny, Kibum…” Minho isn’t laughing at all.

“Why so serious?” Kibum quips.

Minho is just about to let out a huge sigh when Kibum suddenly sits up and sends him a playful wink complete with that teasing smirk of his.

“Wanna switch places?”

Minho thinks that that’s the best thing Kibum has said all night. And well, even if it messes up his usual workout routine, he is more than willing to make some changes for Kibum.

“Are you expecting me to say no to that?”

Kibum simply smiles and lies back down as a reply.

Laughing as they get into position, Minho can’t help but wonder if Kibum knows what he has gotten himself into. It’s too late for regrets though. Minho has only about 30 push-ups left to do out of his usual target of 200 but Kibum doesn’t need to know that.

He’ll gladly do another 100… or maybe, considering his stamina, just until Kibum pushes him away.

Draw Away; Minho/Gwiboon

intaexicated — Thu, 18 Jun 2015 15:10:34 GMT

in which Gwiboon knows just how to draw attention away at the right time.

Author's Note: gosh i feel horrid because i probably took (at least) a month to finally write this prompt. i loved it and was so excited to write but life got in the way and i couldn't work on it. :( when i first saw this though, i planned to write it exactly like the prompt but this happened and i couldn’t help but write het!minkey (with Gwiboon) instead. hopefully it'll be an enjoyable read~ happy reading everyone!! ≧▽≦

oppa, where are we going for dinner later?

You’re supposed to be working, Boonie. Not thinking about dinner.

oh please, work ends in 5 mins!

We shouldn’t even be texting.

but you’re replying me~

As expected, Gwiboon doesn’t get a reply after that. The twenty three year old knows she’s probably asking for it as soon as she sends the message but she still can’t resist teasing her boyfriend who happens to be working in the same office as her. An office romance isn’t something she wants but since it’s just a part-time job (actually, it’s more because her boyfriend is too cute to resist), she chooses to make an exception.

Keeping her eyes on the general area of her desk, Gwiboon fiddles with her phone under her table and waits for a couple more seconds before she glances towards the left where her male supervisor sits a few desks away. As if knowing that someone’s attention is on him, her supervisor looks up and naturally meets Gwiboon’s eyes. Just as he catches a glint of mischief in her eyes, Gwiboon purses her lips and daringly sends a flying kiss in his direction as swiftly but discreetly as she can. The flirty action happens so fast that no one else in the office notices her public display of affection. However, the way her supervisor suddenly jerks up in his seat and turns red in the face manages to momentarily distract some of their co-workers from their last minute work.

Didn’t she mention that her boyfriend is too cute to resist? Well, it still holds true even after months of dating in secret. Gwiboon instantly looks down to hide her laugh and forces herself to put on her usual default expression which her friends call her “bitch face”. Yet, it only lasts for a couple of seconds. She ends up giggling to herself the moment she receives a new message on her phone.

You little minx.
How dare you.

i thought you said we shouldn’t be texting? ^^

It’s after 6.

Gwiboon takes a quick look at the time displayed at the top of her phone and smirks.

what are we waiting for then? let’s get out of here.

You leave first. I’ll pick you up a block away?

why do I always have to be the one who walks?

Sorry love, but I’m the one who drives.

fine, but jsyk, i don’t like this, oppa.

Gwiboon means it. This is the very reason why she doesn’t do office romance, especially if she’s dating her supervisor. True, she can’t deny that it’s nice being in the same office as him but it’s still a challenge having to keep their relationship under wraps for reasons that would protect her boyfriend’s position at work. As much as Gwiboon is willing to be his secret, she will not hide her displeasure when she’s unhappy.

After sending the text, Gwiboon puts her phone aside and goes on to check her email inbox one final time. Thankfully, there aren’t any urgent matters to attend to and so, she shuts down her computer and begins tidying her desk. When she’s ready to leave, Gwiboon peeks at her boyfriend to make sure that he knows she’s about to make a move (and he should too). However, the moment she looks across to his desk, a frown forms on her sharp features.

It looks like her boyfriend is going to be held up.

There, she sees Tiffany, the supervisor of another department but also one of her closer friends in the office, chatting animatedly, and if Gwiboon may add, rather loudly with her boyfriend. There may be a little distance between them but Gwiboon can pick up bits and pieces of their conversation with the way Tiffany can’t control the volume of her voice as she gets more excited talking about who she apparently thinks is the perfect match for Gwiboon’s boyfriend.

“Minho, I’m telling you, you’ll like her! A lot! She’s perfect for you.”

At those words, Gwiboon narrows her eyes at a random spot on her table as she focuses on listening in on their conversation.

“Noona…” Minho smiles helplessly, not knowing how to turn his friend’s good intentions down, “I really don’t think-”

“How would you know when you haven’t even met her yet?” Tiffany crosses her arms and raises an eyebrow at her favourite co-worker.

“But Noona, didn’t you say you only met her recently too?” Minho retorts, looking both amused and confused at the same time, “She only just joined your department today right?”

“If you’re worried about dating a colleague…”

“That’s not it,” Minho instantly shakes his head, naturally looking towards Gwiboon and when he realises his girlfriend’s eyes are on him, he gulps nervously, “I just-”

“Want to be a virgin forever?”

Minho’s eyes widen at Tiffany’s choice of words, “Noona!”

Tiffany hides a giggle behind her hand, “What? Am I not right?”

Uncomfortable with responding to that question because Tiffany certainly does not need to know how healthily active he is in the bedroom with Gwiboon, Minho falls silent. His silence, however, is taken the wrong way.

“Minho yah, you really need to go out more… you know, put yourself out there and be open to dating. Don’t just keep going home after work.” Tiffany advises with a smile, “Look at you, you’re good-looking, charming and such a nice person… there are so many girls who would love to date you and I’m sure Eunsook would be happy to get to know you too. If you would just-”

“Tiffany unnie!”

Both Tiffany and Minho turn towards Gwiboon who has suddenly come to join them at Minho’s work space without them noticing.

“What’s got you so excited?” Gwiboon asks with an innocent smile as if she doesn’t know what they have been talking about, “Is there some juicy gossip I should know about?”

“Oh Gwiboonie…” Tiffany laughs and shakes her head, “We’re not gossiping… I’m just trying to get your supervisor to go out with this lovely girl who-”

Gwiboon interrupts Tiffany with a dramatic gasp as she covers her mouth and puts on a scandalized look.

“What?” Tiffany asks.

Minho frowns, “Are you alright?”

It’s not just Tiffany who grows concerned, albeit more curious than anything else, at Gwiboon’s unexpected reaction. Minho, too, is feeling a little worried with the expression on Gwiboon’s face even when he can tell she’s almost surely exaggerating and definitely up to no good.

As sudden as her gasp was, Gwiboon quickly smiles, shaking her head at Minho before she tugs on Tiffany’s arm and pulls her aside, leaving her supervisor alone at his desk looking both confused and relieved at the same time.

“What is it, Gwiboon?” Tiffany questions as she is brought towards Gwiboon’s desk.

Gwiboon steps closer to Tiffany and whispers in a volume only the two of them can hear (much to Minho’s dissatisfaction).

‘Don’t you know, Unnie?” Gwiboon begins but pauses for a moment just to build up the suspense when she reveals, “Minho doesn’t like women…”

“What do you mean?” Tiffany looks at her friend surprised.

“Minho’s gay.”

Gwiboon can almost hear dramatic music playing in the background.

“You’re kidding.”

Tiffany looks so taken aback by the revelation that Gwiboon has to force herself to keep a straight expression as she earnestly shakes her head.

Understanding dawns on Tiffany while she pieces everything together.

“Is that why he…” Tiffany thinks out loud but doesn’t complete her sentence when Gwiboon gives her a pointed look.

“Mmhmm,” Gwiboon hums before she says, “I thought it was obvious, Unnie.”

“But Minho really doesn’t look-”

“He is.” Gwiboon interrupts with a note of finality, having run out of patience to convince Tiffany of her lie, “Anyway, Unnie, I’m pretty sure Minho’s taken already so…”

With a smile, Gwiboon slings her handbag on her shoulder before patting Tiffany on her arm.

“Leave him alone.” Gwiboon says (warns) in a friendly tone with a smile so sweet and yet it sends chills down Tiffany’s spine, “Alright! It’s getting late, I’m off! See you tomorrow, Unnie~”

As she says goodbye, Gwiboon purposely raises her volume just enough to make sure it’s within Minho’s earshot. Their eyes meet for a brief second before Gwiboon finally leaves the office like she was supposed to before Tiffany came along.

Ten minutes later, Gwiboon is where she should be, alone with Minho in his car as he drives them to the restaurant where he has made dinner reservations, steering the wheel with one hand. His other hand is held by Gwiboon and their interlocked hands are resting on her lap.

“I thought you’d be angry…” Minho ponders out loud.

Gwiboon smiles, “But I’m not.”

“Irritated?” Minho asks.

“That depends if it’s with you or Tiffany unnie.”

“Me?”

“Then yes.” Gwiboon replies as she uses her free hand to pinch Minho hard on his cheek, “I’m always annoyed by you and your lack of ability to turn someone down.”

“Ow ow ow…” Minho winces in pain and pouts, “Not so hard, Boonie.”

“Then stop being so nice, Choi Minho.” Gwiboon huffs as she takes back her hand.

“I can’t help it.”

Minho looks honestly troubled that Gwiboon softens up.

“Learn.”

“How did you do it then?”

“Do what?”

“Stop Tiffany noona from trying to set me up?”

Gwiboon bites her bottom lip to suppress a laugh.

“Trust me, dear, you wouldn’t want to know.”

“Gwiboon…” Minho sighs, confirming his bad feeling about this, “What did you tell her?”

“Something that guarantees you’re mine, and only mine…”

Gwiboon leans forward and presses a kiss on the corner of Minho’s lips before she cheekily pokes her tongue out just a little and licks him like a kitten to tease (but mostly distract) her boyfriend that necessary bit more.

“Gwiboon!” There’s a tinge of red on Minho’s cheeks as he gasps, “I’m driving!”

“Oops?” Gwiboon giggles, going back to her rightful place and even releasing Minho’s other hand so he can drive properly, “You better concentrate then.”

“Don’t think I’m letting this go so easily…” Minho mutters a warning, two hands now on the wheel.

Gwiboon simply shrugs and gives Minho a bright smile. She has no intention to hide anything from her boyfriend anyway. The only reason why she’s not telling him right now is because she doesn’t want them to get into an accident. God knows how Minho would react once he finds out his girlfriend has turned him supposedly gay.

People always say that the best things in life are free. Gwiboon believes it’s true because Minho’s reaction will certainly be one of them. On second thought, she thinks it will be priceless.

Saturday Night View; Minho/Key

intaexicated — Tue, 09 Jun 2015 07:06:28 GMT

in which Minho gets to enjoy a beautiful view on a Saturday night.

Author's Note: inspired by this and this. i guess the previous links are enough. need i say more? ^^;; umm i probably should though especially since i haven’t written for quite some time but the first thing i’m posting after so long is smut. i’m horrible at it, but i just can’t seem to turn down requests so please bear with my nonexistent writing skills if you choose to read on. also, warning: excessive use of the F word. dear readers, i don’t know how but hopefully, it’ll still be an enjoyable fic for you! as always, thanks for clicking your way here and happy reading~ i promise to be back with fluff soon! in the mean time, enjoy the month of June lovelies. :D :D

It only takes one glance at Minho for Jonghyun to know that two of their members are about to go missing for as long as time permits. He quickly steps in front of Minho and blocks the rapper’s view of Kibum in a plain but sinful all white outfit rehearsing his skit with Shin Dongyup. But Jonghyun is reminded about their height difference when Minho doesn’t even have to move for his eyes to continue following Kibum’s (or should he say Eungyo’s) every move.

Frustrated, Jonghyun snaps his fingers in front of Minho’s eyes and whispers loudly, “Minho.”

“What?” Unhappy that he is being disturbed, Minho frowns but doesn’t bother sparing a look at Jonghyun.

“No.” Jonghyun says sternly.

It’s then Minho looks at his hyung with a smirk.

“Yes.”

”Don’t you have any self-control?”

“Not with Kibum looking like that.”

Minho doesn’t even hesitate in his answer.

Jonghyun has to stop himself from slapping Minho as he attempts to talk his bandmate out of what he obviously plans to do.

“There’s no time for-”

“We have an hour till the live show, don’t we?”

“Yes but-”

“That’s more than enough.” Minho pats Jonghyun on his shoulder reassuringly, “I’ll see you in an hour, hyung.”

With that, Minho leaves the set and heads backstage first. Jonghyun wishes that he doesn’t know what Minho is up to but it’s clear as crystal that the rapper is off to search for a place where he can’t be found by irrelevant people.

“Where’s Minho going?”

Jonghyun turns to look at Jinki and sighs at the leader’s cluelessness.

“I’m guessing some sort of storeroom… hopefully not the bathroom because that’s just too obvious a place.”

“What…?”

“Nothing, hyung.”

Jonghyun shakes his head and chooses not to clarify the situation to Jinki. It’s good that he remains as out of the loop as Taemin is. Besides, Kibum has just finished his rehearsal and it’s now Jonghyun’s mission to stop him.

Needless to say, Kibum doesn’t make things easy for him either when the first thing he asks is the last question Jonghyun wants to answer.

“Where’s Minho?”

Appearing more comfortable than he should be in a black wig and a summer outfit that is best suited for a girl, Kibum looks expectantly at the two oldest as he adjusts his loose white shirt.

While Jonghyun shrugs and stays silent, Jinki decides to be more helpful.

“Backstage… I think Jjong mentioned a storeroom or-”

“Hyung!” Jonghyun should have seen this coming.

Kibum is about to say something when the coordi-noona returns his phone to him and he reads what seems to be his latest message received.

“Never mind.”

With a smile on his face, Kibum easily gets the staff off his back by informing them that he’ll return backstage to change his clothes. Without gaining any suspicion especially since the attention is quickly turned to Taemin who is up next for rehearsals, Kibum quickly leaves the set.

Knowing the inevitable is about to happen, Jonghyun can’t help but feel anxious.

“Relax Jjong.”

Surprised, Jonghyun raises an eyebrow at Jinki who has suddenly turned all leader-like.

Jinki simply smiles in return.

“They’ve never been caught so…”

The rest is left unspoken. In the next second, as Jinki focuses on watching the maknae rehearse, Jonghyun decides he should re-evaluate all his beliefs.

“So…”

With his hands on Minho’s chest, Kibum pushes the rapper away and breaks their kiss momentarily because there’s something he is curious about.

Minho groans, frustrated that Kibum isn’t letting him close to his lips for the time being, but in the next second, sees the perfect opportunity presented to him. Smirking, Minho pulls Kibum’s large shirt down his shoulder and moves to trail kisses down the expanse of his neck.

It’s a win-win situation. Kibum can continue talking while Minho doesn’t have to stop what he has wanted to do the moment he saw Kibum in the offending outfit that barely covers anything.

One hand now holding Minho’s shoulder while the other sneaks its way to his hips and under his annoying black t-shirt, Kibum closes his eyes and presses his lips tightly together. There’s something about Minho’s lips on his skin that makes it hard for him to speak so it takes Kibum a moment before he can actually find his voice.

“What did you-”

The next word is replaced with a moan as Minho suddenly licks him before biting him on his shoulder.

“Choi Minho!” In return, Kibum pinches his waist, “No bite marks, you ass.”

“There isn’t going to be any, I promise.” Minho laughs before he presses a soft kiss on where he has bitten Kibum, “So? You were saying?”

Kibum rolls his eyes as he grasps Minho’s chin and keeps him in place, “What did you tell manager-hyung this time to get the van for ourselves?”

Minho moves Kibum’s hand away and manages to steal a kiss from his lips before answering, “Told him I wanted to catch some sleep.”

“And he didn’t suspect anything?”

“I don’t really care, Bum, can we get back to kissing?”

“No, wait.” Kibum presses two fingers against Minho’s lips and maintains a distance between them, “Did you remember to set an alarm?”

“Yes.”

“Okay-”

It’s the only word Kibum can say because Minho is determined to stop him from asking unnecessary questions and shuts him up by getting their lips and tongues busy again. This time, Kibum doesn’t resist, swirling his tongue around Minho’s, and even slides his hand down to Minho’s crotch. Satisfied to feel his erection, Kibum begins to palm it and fuel Minho’s desire. He has to admit, he’s proud of the fact that he doesn’t even have to do much to turn his boyfriend on.

As Minho continues to kiss him, hot and heavy, sucking his bottom lip into his mouth, Kibum moves his hand a little further up and expertly unbuttons Minho’s pants. He hastily unzips it, pushes his pants down as much as he can before slipping his hand under Minho’s boxer briefs.

“Tell me…” Kibum drawls while moving his hand up and down Minho’s shaft, their lips barely touching and breathing each other’s air, “Do you like me like this?”

“Kibum…” Minho moans, leaning his forehead against Kibum’s fake black bangs and toying with the ends of the black wig as he brushes their lips together, “You don’t even know how hot you are.”

“Not true…” Kibum smirks because he knows exactly what he does to Minho, “How much did you like seeing me on all fours, baby?”

Just to torment Minho a little more, Kibum pumps his fist faster around Minho’s cock.

“For fuck’s sake, Kibum…” Minho huffs, finding it a challenge to keep his breathing steady with Kibum now thumbing the head of his cock, “I liked- loved it enough to be fucking you right now-”

“But you’re not.” Kibum points out, pausing all movement and even releasing his hold on Minho’s erection before he raises his chin at him in challenge, “What are you waiting for?”

“For you to shut up.”

Before Kibum can shoot a witty response, Minho easily takes his boyfriend’s shirt and the black camisole underneath off before pushing that pair of what can only be booty shorts down his long smooth hairless legs and throwing everything aside. Minho has to say, he’s a little disappointed that Kibum is still wearing his briefs under those already impossibly tight shorts but it’s alright; it’s going to be removed in the next second anyway.

In less than a minute, Kibum finds himself completely naked on the luxurious seat of their van while Minho still has his black shirt on and only his pants halfway down his legs. Truth be told, it turns him on even more.

Knowing Minho is watching him, Kibum licks his dry lips slowly and demands, “Take off your shirt.”

“No time.” Minho refuses as he spreads Kibum’s legs apart until they are on either side of his hips before reaching down and picking up a travel size bottle of lube somewhere from the floor, “I’ll let you admire my abs all you want when we get back home.”

Guilty as charged (because yes, he really does want to stare at Minho’s abs), Kibum pretends not to hear his boyfriend and mutters out loud instead, “Remind me to stock up on lube…”

He then makes himself comfortable on the spacious seat and brings his knees up just enough to tease Minho even more, “Need help, my love?”

Minho shakes his head as he spreads the lube over his fingers and then on himself, “Touch me and I’ll cum before we can even fuck.”

Kibum laughs but stops short when Minho moves his warm hand against his thigh until he is circling his rim with a lubed finger. He then pushes past the tight ring of muscle and slides his finger inside him. Kibum makes a strangled noise when Minho gradually adds more fingers and soon finds himself unable to hold back a moan when his boyfriend decides to go down on him as well.

“Fuck…” Kibum gasps the moment Minho takes him in his mouth and dips his tongue into the slit of his cock.

“Keep doing that…” Kibum watches as Minho hollows his cheeks and continues to suck his shaft sloppily, his lips wet with saliva and generally looking like one hot mess.

It’s all too much for Kibum to handle with Minho fingering him and stimulating his prostate at the same time. As much as Kibum is enjoying the foreplay, all he wants right now is to be fucked hard. And so, he tugs on Minho’s hair as a sign for him to stop and then cups Minho’s face to bring their lips together again.

“Minho…” Kibum kisses the rapper dirtily before speaking against his lips as he reaches down for Minho’s erection and rubs the head of his cock against his entrance, “Fuck me. Now.”

And here, Minho thought, he was the desperate one. It turns out Kibum is even needier than him; not that he’s complaining of course. It’s always his pleasure to be the one that Kibum wants.

With a smile tugging on his lips, Minho takes control, hooking Kibum’s leg around his waist, and finally pushes in slowly. Kibum inhales sharply, lets out a curse and pulls Minho’s hips down hard against him, his fingers digging into Minho’s back.

“Good?” Minho asks, lips brushing against Kibum’s ear, as he begins thrusting in a steady rhythm that has Kibum arching his back in pleasure.

“Fuck yes…” Kibum moves one hand to Minho’s ass and squeezes it while using the other to turn Minho’s face back towards him so he can make the rapper’s lips more swollen than they already are.

As Kibum kisses him, Minho quickens the pace, fucking him with long, deep strokes that hit Kibum in the right spot. His perfectly angled thrusts force Kibum to break their kiss just so he can catch his breath. Hands now splayed across Minho’s back, Kibum closes his eyes in pleasure as he hugs Minho tighter and feels his hot breath tickle his skin.

“Don’t stop…” Kibum whimpers as he feels Minho pulsing inside him, “You feel so fucking good, Min.”

“Don’t steal my line.” Minho laughs breathily and pushes his hips forward, harder and faster, gradually losing his rhythm as his orgasm builds up.

“Kibum ah…” Minho swallows hard as he tucks Kibum’s black hair behind his ear and then caresses his smooth skin, his own hand traveling down between their bodies to wrap his fingers around Kibum’s cock.

Looking into Kibum’s eyes, he forms a ring with his thumb and index finger at the base of Kibum’s shaft before gently tugging up and down, “You’re so fucking gorgeous.”

“So gorgeous…” Kibum breathes out while pushing Minho’s hair back, keeping his fringe away from the sweat on his forehead, “-that I’m gonna make you cum?”

Minho nods and sinks his teeth into his bottom lip, taking a short while to soak in this moment of pure ecstasy where Kim Kibum, this beautiful, attractive, gorgeous man is all his.

“So close, Bummie, so fucking close…”

“Me too.” Kibum trembles, drowning in pleasure, as Minho’s thrusts become erratic, “Oh fuck Minho, fuck-”

There’s a mix of curses and Minho’s name escaping from his lips when Kibum finds his release, orgasm ripping through him. He cums into Minho’s hand and collapses back into the seat, vision fading into black. Heart pounding in his ears, Kibum clenches hard around Minho’s cock and makes it impossible for the rapper to hold back any longer. With a couple more thrusts, Minho pulls out and jerks himself a few times before releasing over Kibum’s stomach with a loud moan. His thighs are quaking, body quivering that he has to hold the headrest of the seat with one hand so he doesn’t fall onto Kibum.

“Fucking hell.” Minho exhales, feeling a little light headed as he sways forward to lean his head against the headrest, “That was fucking-”

“Amazing.” Kibum completes Minho’s sentence for him with a laugh.

They share a smile when their eyes meet, Kibum looking up while Minho looks down. It’s in that moment when Minho can’t help but lean down to kiss Kibum.

“Oh fuck.” Minho curses and suddenly moves away from Kibum.

“What?” Kibum blinks, confused.

Minho looks down at his black shirt, pulls the front of his shirt away from his body and sighs. Kibum follows the direction of Minho’s eyes and realises that some of the cum on his stomach has now stained Minho’s shirt.

Kibum cackles loudly and gently punches Minho on his chest, “Told you to take your shirt off just now but you wouldn’t listen…”

Minho groans, “What am I going to do now?”

“Say you had a wet dream while catching a nap?” Kibum suggests with a playful smirk.

“Kibum…” Minho sulks.

“Alright alright,” Kibum turns serious, “I’ll help you… just take off your shirt first.”

Minho raises an eyebrow, doubtful of Kibum’s intentions.

“Hey, if you don’t want my help…”

“Alright. Fine, fine.”

In one swift movement, Minho pulls his shirt up and over his head before passing it to Kibum.

“Now what?”

Kibum rolls Minho’s shirt into a ball and uses it to wipe the cum off himself before cleaning Minho’s hand.

“Kibum!” Minho’s eyes widen in alarm as he snatches his hand back, “What the hell?!”

Unlike Minho, Kibum lets out a blissful sigh and settles comfortably in the seat.

“Now let me just stare at your abs for three minutes before we get back to the studio and let the coordi-noona deal with your ruined shirt.”

Minho is rendered speechless. He can’t even hold it against him. Not when Kibum is lying naked in front of him and seemingly glowing with happiness.

Besides, since the alarm hasn’t gone off yet, Minho decides he should just use the next three minutes to enjoy the beautiful view as well.

Forever, At Last; Minho/Key

intaexicated — Tue, 09 Jun 2015 06:58:05 GMT

in which Kibum remembers Minho through photographs.

"We keep this love in a photograph
We made these memories for ourselves
Where our eyes are never closing
Hearts are never broken
Times forever frozen still"

Author's Note: just thought those song lyrics fit this fic perfectly~ heheh. so i wrote this quite some time ago but only posted it on tumblr for the anon who sent me this prompt. i don't know why, probably because it's angst... i'm not that happy/satisfied (and maybe a lil uncomfortable) with what i wrote. angst is just really not my forte. i'm posting it now though, mainly because i like to keep my fics as organised as possible. it bugs me that i haven't posted this on aff/lj and so i'm finally doing it now. don't really like the title either but oh well, i just really wanted to post it and make sure i have this listed as something i wrote before i share my next fic. so here it is. thanks for finding your way here! it's definitely something different but i still hope it won't be too bad a fic!

ps: (I guess I should put this here just to be safe) warning: character death(s).

Kibum wakes up with only one thought in his mind.

I’m alive.

It’s more a fact than anything else. Kibum finds himself void of any emotion when he realises he’s still existing, still breathing. There’s no sign of relief, happiness or gratefulness. If anything, he feels surprisingly sad, almost devastated to be alive for another day. What’s worse, he doesn’t even know why he’s feeling this way.

Kibum takes in a deep breath slowly, steadily, lets the air fill his lungs completely as he adjusts to the brightness in the white room of the nursing home he has been living at for far too long. It feels like he has slept for ages and yet, he can barely keep his eyes open. His eyelids are heavy, his bones aching, his body weak and it’s then Kibum remembers all this comes with old age. Looking down, he raises his hand just a little, enough to see how wrinkled his skin has become. Kibum doesn’t even want to look in the mirror to see how the rest of him looks and realise how much he has actually aged. Clearly, the mirror would simply reflect an image which would remind him that he has lived a life long enough to leave the world with no regrets.

What would he know of regrets though? Kibum thinks. He tries to remember, but nothing appears in that useless brain of his. Everything seems like a faraway memory. It’s all of fuzzy details and blurred images that don’t even make sense to him. It’s just too painful for Kibum every time he tries to recall, painful enough for him to not even have the will to try. Deciding that sleep is his best escape from reality, Kibum lets out a defeated sigh and closes his eyes once more.

“Good morning Mr Kim! How are you feeling today?”

It feels like he has just blinked when Kibum opens his eyes again and sees a nurse smiling at him with a tray of food in her hands. Weakly, he sits up and replies on instinct.

“Angry.”

Kibum’s angry because he’s alive. He’s angry because the nurse sounds too chirpy for his liking. He’s angry because… he just is. Just like a teenager who’s all fired up to rebel against the world. How ironic.

“How about some breakfast?” The nurse places the tray on the over-bed table and adjusts it for Kibum to eat comfortably, “Would this help? We have pancakes, fruits-”

“No.”

Seemingly used to Kibum’s attitude, the nurse simply smiles and takes the food away, placing it on Kibum’s bedside table instead.

“Alright then,” She moves the table away before opening the bottom drawer of Kibum’s bedside table and takes out a large mint box that has seen better days.

“I guess this would help…”

“This…” Kibum frowns as he takes the familiar box from the nurse and stares at it.

It’s large, covering his entire lap, and yet considerably light.

Kibum knows what it is but at the same time, he can’t be too sure.

Understanding that the box has all the answers Kibum needs, the nurse grins.

“I’ll leave you to it, Mr Kim. Call for me if you need anything alright?”

“You…”

“Yeri.” The nurse offers her name with a cheeky grin, “Buzz me and I’ll appear like a genie.”

Yeri leaves without expecting a reply from Kibum. It’s a routine she goes through every day ever since he had been assigned under her care a few months back. If there’s one thing she has learnt from the senior nurses that would help her in her care for Kim Kibum, it would have to be how the mint box works like magic in helping the old man remember.

Photographs.

That’s what is inside the mint box. There are so many of them – hundreds of Polaroid pictures – that Kibum feels tired just thinking about going through the contents of the box. Yet, his instinct tells him he has to; he needs to. The photographs aren’t nicely arranged in photo albums but they’re bundled together in mini stacks according to year, each pile secured by a black elastic band with a tag that indicates the year. Kibum searches through the box for the oldest photos and finds that the earliest one was taken in 2017.

It’s of a man on the street. A man who probably didn’t know he was being photographed, a man who Kibum didn’t even want to take a photo of if the caption “photobomb >:(” in black marker on the white space of the polaroid says anything. If Kibum understands his 26 year old self well, he probably just wanted to take a photo of the snow-covered street then.

Kibum wonders why he had kept this photo when it’s obviously a ruined shot. He gets his answer in the next second when he takes a closer look at the man in the photo.

He’s incredibly handsome.

Although it’s not the shot Kibum wanted to capture, it’s undoubtedly a beautiful shot nonetheless, one that deserves to be featured in a fashion photo shoot. It makes Kibum want to get to know the man in the photograph and so he continues looking through the photos, hoping the beautiful stranger would appear again.

It’s in the 2018 stack when Kibum finds a photo of them together with the caption “FIRST DATE”, bold and capitalised. The smile captured in the Polaroid is the same smile Kibum has on his face now as he admires how good they look together. Kibum in his late twenties must have been delighted to go out with a guy that looked so attractive in photos, maybe even more delighted than how the Kibum now feels the moment he realises they didn’t remain as strangers or friends as he flips through more photos.

If only he could remember the details…

Strangely, Kibum isn’t frustrated at his useless old brain for not remembering. His photographs give him the answers he needs. They tell him a story, not just any old story but what seems to be his love story with Minho.

Choi Minho is his full name, and also apparently, the love of his life. Kibum finds out when he comes across a polaroid of the man alone by himself, a selfie of sorts where he is smiling so widely at the camera. “최민호 LOML ♥” fill the white space in a handwriting that definitely does not belong to Kibum. Something tells him that it’s Minho who wrote it. And well, even though Kibum has trouble remembering, his intuition is rarely wrong.

It warms Kibum’s heart to see how happy his life appears to be as he looks through photo after photo. Of course, Kibum isn’t that ignorant to believe that his life is all that perfect. Obviously, the photos are only of happy memories, captured to last forever. No one in the right mind would take photos when times are rough. Still, Kibum likes to think that he has been blessed to live a life with Minho who is seemingly his soulmate. He doesn’t actually believe in the idea of soulmates but it feels like an appropriate word to describe their relationship since Minho appears at least once in each stack of photos year after year ever since he was first photographed in 2017. Evidently, he was (is?) a significant part of Kibum’s life.

So where is Minho now then? What happened to them?

A sudden sense of urgency sets in and Kibum anxiously rummages through the box for the most recent set of photographs. To his surprise, he ends up finding one set of Polaroids that are left unlabelled. Frowning, Kibum slowly looks through the photos and finally sees how much he has aged. And it’s not just him who resembles a grandfather.

Minho does too.

It takes less than a minute for Yeri to come rushing into his room as if an emergency has happened.

“Mr… Kim… you…”

While trying to catch her breath in between words, Yeri suddenly stops speaking when she sees that Kibum is safe and sound, and looking as healthy as he can be. She slowly takes in a deep breath before letting it all out in one go before regaining her composure.

“With the way you were buzzing me, I thought…” The nurse doesn’t continue her sentence as she shakes her head and smiles, “How can I-”

Offended by her smile, Kibum glares at his nurse and interrupts her, “Where is he?”

“Where is who?” Her patient’s unexpected question catches Yeri off-guard.

“Him!” Kibum points at the photograph in his hand before gesturing at the entire box of photographs, “Minho… Choi Minho. Where is he!?”

Yeri’s face pales in an instant. The senior nurses haven’t told her much but she recognises that name. It belongs to another resident of their nursing home who is currently being closely monitored by the visiting doctor for it seems that his condition has turned critical just this morning. Putting two and two together, Yeri knows she can’t afford to alarm her patient and tries to think on her feet.

But it’s all too late.

Kibum’s eyesight may be failing but he doesn’t miss the sudden change in the nurse’s expression. Almost immediately, there’s a sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach that makes Kibum feel like throwing up.

“Mr Kim…” Yeri tries, “Please calm down-”

“Answer me!” Kibum shouts with all his might, “And don’t even think about lying to me if you don’t want to send me straight to my grave!”

With those words, Yeri is left with no choice.

“I’m sorry, sunbae, I know I shouldn’t have brought Mr Kim here but he-”

“If anything happens to him, will you be able to shoulder the responsibility?”

“Ladies… it seems to me that Mr Choi is holding on because of him. It may be the last time they’ll see each other. Even if Yeri-ssi didn’t bring Mr Kim here, I would have asked for him to come.”

There’s a conversation going on outside Minho’s room but Kibum can only hear muffled sounds. In fact, he’s barely registering any sounds that are going on in the world outside the room. The conversation between the doctor and nurses is the least of Kibum’s concern because right now, it’s just Minho and him. All of Kibum’s attention is on the man who is lying in bed, conscious enough to look at him with a weak smile on his face.

“Kibum… Kibummie…”

Kibum doesn’t know why he reaches out to take Minho’s hand in his but he does. He even finds himself naturally leaning forward just so they can be a little closer to each other.

“You’re Minho…”

Minho nods slowly, “You… remember?”

“Not so much…” Kibum admits honestly as he smiles bitterly and explains, “But the photos…”

Minho’s smile grows wider, “I knew they’ll lead you back to me.”

“I’m sorry…”

The sadness in Kibum’s eyes breaks Minho’s heart.

“Don’t be, my love.” Minho holds Kibum’s hand just a little tighter (but Kibum can barely feel the difference), “We’re okay… more than okay.”

“Are we?”

“Of course.” Minho reassures, fighting to keep his eyes open, “Always have been… always will be.”

“Minho…”

“Hmm?”

“I love you.” Kibum says instinctively and before he can think it through, goes on to ask, “Promise… Promise you’ll wait for me?”

With the same smile Kibum has seen countless of times from the photographs, Minho takes one final breath and nods.

“Promise.”

With that, Kibum watches as Minho stops fighting to hold on. He lets his eyes close, lets Kibum’s hand go and finally goes to rest.

But Kibum doesn’t let go.

Kibum stays beside Minho and treasures this moment where he can remember the man he has loved for his entire life.

“A letter?” Yeri looks at the envelope that her sunbae has just passed to her, “For me?”

“Mr Choi left it for the nurse in charge of Mr Kim so it’s only right that you read it.”

Although still confused, Yeri nods, “I will.”

Hello!

Sorry that I don’t know your name but I hope this gets to the right hands. Let me introduce myself, my name is Minho and Kibum is my husband. I wish I didn’t have to write this letter but I know that my days are numbered. Fate is cruel. As much as I want to take care of Kibum myself, my health doesn’t allow me to. So thank you, thank you for taking care of Kibum for me. Even if you’re only doing it because it’s your job, thank you for making sure that he is living well when I can’t be by his side any longer.

I never thought that I would end up writing a letter like this but I now realise how important it is to make sure that everything is taken care of even when I'm gone. Others write wills, I write this… this request for you to help me do a little something. I'm not afraid of death but I am afraid of leaving Kibum in a world where I do not exist. I am afraid that he will remember. Forgetting means he will never find out about me and grieve over my death. It’s better this way. I don’t want him to live the rest of his life in a cycle where he wakes up, remembers and realises that I'm not around anymore. It pains me to leave him, but it’ll hurt even more if I didn't leave first.

So please. Please make sure the box of photographs is taken away from him once I leave. I know the nurses see the box as their life saver when it comes to Kibum but no, it won’t be what it is now once I pass away. Please keep our photographs safe for me and bury the box when Kibum leaves. I know it will be tough for you to take care of Kibum without the box but trust me, it’s easier to deal with a grumpy Kibum than a Kibum who hides his sadness and shuts himself out from the world.

There’s so much more I would love to ask for you to do for Kibum but if I start, I know this letter would be hundred pages long. So this is all I ask of you. Please do this for me, please store our memories away from him because sometimes, it’s easier to forget.

Thank you for reading this and I do hope you’ll carry out this wish of mine.

Yours sincerely,

Minho

It’s 7.23am when Yeri creeps into Kibum’s room the day after Minho passed away to carry out the old man’s only wish.

The room is dimly lit but it’s bright enough for Yeri to see that Kibum has fallen asleep, lying upright in his bed, with the mint box of photographs on his lap.

It’s 4 minutes later when the young nurse realises that Minho has taken Kibum away with him and all they leave behind are the photographs that show how fate (and love) works in mysterious ways.

All About The Clothes; Minho/Key

intaexicated — Fri, 17 Apr 2015 17:18:29 GMT

Kibum has a point to make when he chooses to dress like Minho.

Author's Note: for a prompt about minkey’s couple outfits including this. thank you for finding your way here dear readers, i hope it'll be an enjoyable read for you~ ♥

ps: it'll be helpful to open some of the links for you to picture the outfits. ^^

Minho is lazing in bed and being unproductive with his phone when he hears noises outside his room. With the door left open, he looks away from his phone and catches a glimpse of Kibum walking past, most probably heading towards their shoe cabinet. With nothing better to do, Minho pushes himself off his bed and finally stops hibernating in his room.

“Going out?”

Kibum looks up from wearing his shoes, “Yeah.”

“Alright…” Minho makes a mental note to settle dinner himself, “Have fun. Call me if you’re too wasted to get home by yourself.”

Minho is just about to turn away and head towards the kitchen when he suddenly realises something and stops Kibum just before he steps out of the dorm.

“Hey…”

Kibum turns around and gives him a questioning look.

“Is that jacket mine?” Minho narrows his eyes, trying to remember if the black and white baseball jacket he knows he has worn before but Kibum is wearing now belongs to him.

“So what if it is?” Kibum raises an eyebrow.

Minho pauses to think for a moment before he decides Kibum has a point.

“Right… Doesn’t matter. Not the first time we’re sharing clothes anyway.”

With a shrug, Minho continues on his way to the kitchen and misses the smirk on Kibum’s face.

“Let me have a look in your wardrobe.”

Walking straight into Minho’s room without even knocking, Kibum doesn’t wait for an answer as he opens Minho’s wardrobe and begins looking through his clothes.

“Why?” Used to Kibum’s lack of respect for his privacy, Minho simply glances at his bandmate before going back to using his laptop as he asks, “Are you missing something again?”

“Nope…” Kibum replies, “I just can’t find anything to wear to the airport tomorrow.”

Minho laughs. He can’t say he’s surprised to hear that. In fact, Kibum having to resort to choosing from his plain boring clothes surprises him more.

“Are you so desperate that you have to ransack my closet?”

“A little…” Kibum answers distractedly, keeping his focus on creating an outfit from Minho’s clothes.

“Kibum ah-”

“Shhh.” Kibum immediately shushes Minho with a wave, “I think I have an idea of what I’m going to wear tomorrow already.”

As he speaks, he pulls out a red and white striped t-shirt and a camel overcoat from Minho’s wardrobe.

“I’ll be borrowing these.” Kibum turns to face Minho with a grin, “Thanks!”

“Hey!”

But it’s too late. Kibum has disappeared back into his own room and Minho is left reminding himself to get those clothes back from his bandmate after he’s done.

“Be careful, Minho yah.”

“Of?”

“You know…”

Minho doesn’t and he can only stare, bewildered, at his stylist through the mirror while she touches up his makeup.

The stylist gives him a pointed look but when Minho only blinks at her with an even more confused look, she lets out a sigh.

“Kibum…” The stylist begins in a volume that only the two of them can hear, “He has been choosing to wear the same clothes as you.”

“So?”

Unimpressed with what she thinks is Minho’s attempt to act oblivious, his stylist shakes her head at him.

“I’m not stupid, Minho.”

Right now, Minho thinks he is because he doesn’t get a single thing she is saying to him.

“Noona…” Minho frowns.

“It’s okay, you don’t have to explain anything to me.” The stylist stops him from telling her anything, “I care about you kids so just be careful alright?”

His stylist sounds so sincere that Minho gives up and decides that it’s best to just nod.

One morning, Minho wakes up before his alarm is set to ring. With time to spare, he closes his eyes again, wanting to catch as much sleep as he can before he actually has to wake up for the first schedule of the day. He doesn’t know how much time has passed before he hears someone enter his room. Minho’s eyes may be closed but his mind is alert. He hears footsteps come towards him and it’s then he decides to open his eyes. The lights aren’t turned on but Minho easily recognizes that it’s the leader of shinee who is snooping around in his room.

“Jinki hyung?”

“You’re awake?” Jinki is caught off-guard as he quickly places some stuff on Minho’s desk, “Sorry, I thought-”

“What are you doing, hyung?” Minho squints, trying to make out what Jinki has put on his table.

“Just giving you some necessities to, you know… be safe.” Jinki answers vaguely before he lets out a nervous laugh, “I’ll just go now.”

With that, Jinki quickly leaves Minho’s room and closes the door behind him. Curious, Minho gets out of bed and walks to his desk. There, he finds a bottle of lube and what seems like a dozen packets of condoms on the table top. Grabbing his phone, Minho double checks the date and is sure it isn’t April fools’.

Why is Jinki giving him these then?

And why are these even “necessities”?

There are so many more questions Minho wants to ask but he can’t possibly go up to the leader of shinee for answers. As close as he is to Jinki, it’s still embarrassing and awkward to talk about a topic like this. Besides, Minho isn’t even that sexually active. Clearly, Jinki thinks otherwise so perhaps it’s better to leave things that way.

Congrats, Minho yah!

Thanks hyung… but what for?

Don’t worry, your secret’s safe with me.

What secret???

Is that a trick question?

Frustrated that he is out of the loop for what seems like the hundredth time in the recent months, Minho is thinking of a reply when the next message from Kyuhyun pops up.

See? My lips are sealed.

Throughout the day, his phone continues buzzing with more messages, mostly from the SMTown family, along the lines of “congratulations!”, “finally, we can all stop pretending” and “why didn’t you tell me?!”, all of which leaves Minho completely puzzled. Although he reads all the messages that come in, Minho chooses not to reply to anyone because he’s tired of sounding stupid.

I’m so glad I moved out of the dorm.
Poor Jinki hyung.

When he receives Jonghyun’s texts, Minho finally responds. He’s too fed up to text Jonghyun though and so, he calls him directly instead.

The phone call only lasts for about 5 minutes but it’s enough for Minho to finally understand what is going on.

A few seconds later, Minho is standing in Kibum’s room and staring at his bandmate who is sitting on the floor seemingly busy organizing his closet.

“Kibum…”

“Hmm?” Kibum replies without sparing a look at Minho as he focuses on folding his shirt nicely to store in his cupboard.

“Do you know there’s a rumour going around that we’re sleeping together?” Not wasting any time, Minho goes straight to the point and even adds on to explain, “Because we’ve apparently been spotted in couple outfits?”

Kibum’s hands stop moving for a split second as he quickly hides the smile that is tugging on the corners of his lips before he replies calmly, “I know.”

“And?”

“And what, Minho?” Kibum finally looks up at his chingu, tilting his head to one side in question.

“You’re not going to do anything about it?”

Everything about Minho shows that he is clearly baffled at the current situation.

“Why should I?”

“Because it isn’t true?” Minho says it like it’s obvious.

Kibum doesn’t disagree and simply shrugs, “It may not be true now… but it will be. Some time, I hope, in the near future?”

Minho finally understands what it means to be dumbfounded, and, after his initial shock, also manages to piece everything together.

By then, Kibum doesn’t bother holding back a smile anymore.

“I’m just preparing for what we both know will come sooner or later.” He says like it’s no big deal.

Now that he finally understands, Minho feels so angry with himself. It’s frustrating enough that he couldn’t figure out what had been going on the entire time but even more so now that he realises he has made Kibum, made them, wait this long.

All this while, Minho believes it is better for them, for shinee, to keep the status quo especially with how their lives have been progressing so smoothly. Even though it has been painfully obvious that they have a thing going on, everyone seems to share a silent agreement not to speak about the elephant in the room. It feels enough for Minho to be with Kibum like this. Yet, evidently, Kibum doesn’t feel the same.

They look at each other for a moment before Minho unexpectedly turns around and walks out of Kibum’s room.

“Hey!” Kibum calls after Minho, suddenly nervous, “Where are you going!”

“I’m going to get those necessities I got from Jinki hyung.” Minho answers, the volume of his voice getting softer as he rushes back to his own room.

“What necessities?!”

Upset that Minho has gone off just like that, Kibum is so close to stomping his feet and losing his temper at his bandmate. As much as he is hopelessly in love with Minho, Kibum’s patience is wearing thin.

About an hour later though, Kibum thinks that one extra minute of waiting for Minho is worth it. And together, they decide to send a thank you gift to the ever so reliable Jinki. Wait, make that two because they should probably send an apology gift too for what he’ll have to endure now that they’ve discovered how good the sex is.

Cross That Line; Minho/Key

intaexicated — Wed, 15 Apr 2015 16:27:30 GMT

in which Taemin unknowingly matchmakes his father and his teacher.

Author's Note: for this prompt. the anon might have just wanted a drabble but i went overboard and wrote something over 4000 words. i guess i should really plan my fics? lol the build up is so long that i’ll actually applaud you for your patience to read this… i hope it’ll be worth it though! oh, and there's hinted jongyu too! enjoy dear readers! of course, as always, it'll be lovely if you could share your thoughts with me after. pssst, every comment will encourage me to write more (unless you don't like my fics...) ^^;;

“Taemin?”

Upon hearing his name, a 6 year old boy stops staring at the clear blue sky and looks down to his right, turning towards the direction of the voice.

“Key seonsaengnim!” Taemin greets cheerfully as his favourite teacher comes to sit next to him on the bench outside the kindergarten where children usually wait for their parents to pick them up.

“Hey…” Kibum, also nicknamed as Key for the kids to remember him easily, returns a smile to the courteous boy, “I heard that your appa is coming soon, you just have to wait a little longer alright?”

Taemin nods, his smile ever so bright, “Okay!”

Kibum can’t help but ruffle Taemin’s hair dotingly. Taemin has always been one of the more well-behaved kids in his class of 15 students. A new school term has begun and he’s put in charge of a class by himself so having kids like Taemin makes his job much easier. Other kids would make a mess, throw a tantrum or create some sort of trouble from time to time but Taemin has never caused him any problems before. Even now when all his classmates have gone home and he’s the only one left waiting for his father to pick him up, Taemin doesn’t grumble, complain or make things difficult for the teachers.

It suddenly makes Kibum look forward to meeting Taemin’s parents because one, he’s curious to know how Taemin’s parents are like and two, it’s also good to keep the parents updated with their child. Usually, it’s the mothers who Kibum tries to build good relationships with so it’s all the more interesting that Kibum would be meeting Taemin’s father instead.

As they wait, Kibum asks Taemin if he likes going to school and Taemin is more than excited to share how much he enjoys lessons with his teacher. Kibum listens with a smile and allows Taemin to get carried away. The both of them are so engaged in their simple chat that they only get distracted when their attention is drawn to a commotion at the pathway leading up to where they are sitting. Kibum looks ahead and sees two boys with, who Kibum assumes is, their father walking towards them.

“That’s appa!” Taemin excitedly points out to Kibum and confirms his guess, “And my brothers too!”

Taemin begins waving at the group but none of them sees him, all three clearly too busy dealing with their little situation to pay any attention to the maknae.

“Hyung, talk to me… please?”

“No.”

“You just did!”

“Not funny, Jjong.”

“Oh come on, Jinki hyung… I’m sorry okay!”

“You don’t mean that.”

“I do! I-”

“You’re lying.”

“Ok, boys, enough please…” Taemin’s father visibly lets out a sigh as he changes to walk between his two older sons, “We’re here to pick Taemin up, not scare him.”

The father stops the two boys from arguing further just in time as they reach where Taemin is waiting for them. A helpless smile appears on his face when he realises that Taemin isn’t alone.

“Hi. So sorry I’m late.” The man, who’s wearing a white shirt with his sleeves rolled up matched with black skinny chinos, extends his hand out to Kibum with a smile that changes from helpless to one that has the ability to charm the average person, “I’m Choi Minho, Taemin’s father. You must be his teacher? Key seonsaengnim?”

A little shocked to see that the considerably young good-looking man standing in front of him is a father of three (and maybe more), Kibum is slow to react and only stands up to shake Minho’s hand after a beat.

“Umm, right… yes.” Kibum replies slowly, obviously still trying to take everything in, as he reminds himself to smile instead of looking surprised, “It’s nice to meet you, Minho-ssi… You can call me Kibum.”

Minho nods before he looks down at his youngest son who is jumping about, happy that his father has finally noticed him.

“Taemin talks a lot about you.” Minho informs Kibum first before he reaches to lightly squeeze Taemin’s cheek and speaks to the maknae, “Sorry to keep you waiting, Taemin ah. It’s not appa’s fault though… blame your hyungdeul.”

All eyes fall onto the other two boys.

“It’s not my fault either.” Jinki, the oldest at 10 years old, calmly defends himself, “I’m not the one who made the girl cry and got us both in trouble.”

“Hey!” Jonghyun, a year younger than Jinki, shouts grumpily, “This is so unfair! I was only trying to help you get away from your creepy admirer and this is what I get?”

Upon seeing how upset his brother looks, Taemin instantly tugs on Jonghyun’s sleeve and pouts, “Hyung… don’t be angry.”

Like magic, Jonghyun’s anger disappears as he smiles at the maknae.

“Taeminnie, you like hyung the most right?”

Taemin nods earnestly.

“So you’re on my side?”

Taemin nods again, this time with more enthusiasm.

Jinki shakes his head at Jonghyun and pulls the maknae protectively towards him.

“Don’t listen to him.”

“Okay, Jinki hyung!” Taemin agrees in an instant.

Minho lets out a loud laugh that leaves no chance for anyone else to react.

“Kids.” Minho meets Kibum’s eyes and shares an understanding look with Kibum who is very much amused by the family in front of him.

“Alright, let’s continue this at home- wait, I don’t mean that, I mean, let’s get going, shall we?”

At their father’s instructions, Jinki wordlessly holds Taemin’s hand and leads them to the car while Jonghyun follows behind, taking Taemin’s small backpack from the maknae to carry it for him.

As he is led away by his oldest brother, Taemin doesn’t forget to turn around and wave goodbye to his teacher, “Bye Key seonsaengnim!”

“See you tomorrow, Taemin.” Kibum waves back before he glances at Minho with a polite smile, “We’ll be painting tomorrow so it’ll be good if you could dress Taemin in something that you wouldn’t mind dirtying just to be safe and perhaps pack a change of clothes as well.”

“Alright, I’ll keep that in mind.” Minho makes a mental note to remember the teacher’s advice before he expresses his gratefulness, “Thanks… and for waiting with Taemin as well. I hope he didn’t cause you any trouble?”

“No, not at all.” Kibum quickly replies and praises, “Taemin’s an angel. You and your wife should be very proud of him.”

Embarrassed, Minho looks away and laughs. Suddenly, there’s awkwardness in the air as Kibum waits for a reply but the father doesn’t say anything. It doesn’t help that the silence only ends a moment after.

“Well.” Minho clears his throat and gives Kibum a small smile, “I should probably go. The kids must be waiting. Thank you Kibum-ssi… have a nice day.”

“You too.” Kibum bows and watches as Minho walks away.

He then turns around and heads back into the classroom with a frown. Kibum can’t put his finger on it but evidently, he must have said something that made Minho uncomfortable. The teacher thinks back on their conversation but doesn’t find anything wrong with his words. After all, Kibum had praised Taemin in a way that would have made any parents happy and even proud. So maybe he’s just reading too much into things… maybe that’s what the problem is.

Stupid.

Stupid, stupid, stupid.

That’s what the problem is.

How could he be so ignorant? To think he calls himself a teacher.

It’s a few days later when Kibum asks his kids to draw their family in class. That’s when he finally understand why things ended awkwardly between Minho and him.

As he goes around the classroom to check on what the kids have come up with, Kibum sees the family portrait Taemin has drawn. It’s a colourful drawing of four people, all males, standing side by side in descending height and holding hands with smiles on their faces. To be honest, Taemin isn’t gifted in drawing but Kibum can tell who the four people represent. Not counting Taemin, he has even met the other three in person before.

Kibum wonders if Taemin hasn’t finished drawing and so he waits. But Taemin just goes on to colour in the clothes on the people before deciding to add a sun, some clouds and what looks like birds in his drawing.

Clearly, there’s no mother figure in Taemin’s family portrait.

Although it does help Kibum realise how ignorant he was to make assumptions, it also leaves the teacher with more questions that he knows shouldn’t be any of his business. As curious as Kibum is, he holds himself back from asking Taemin about his family, concerned that he may say something wrong again or put the young boy in a spot. To him, it’s better to be safe than sorry. With this thought in mind, Kibum decides he owes Minho an apology. That’s the very least he should do.

“Key seonsaengnim?”

“Yes, Taemin?”

“Is appa going to be late?”

“No… I don’t think so. Why do you ask?”

“Because you’re waiting with me again.”

“Well…” Kibum smiles at how adorable Taemin is, “I have to talk to your appa about something.”

“Really?” Taemin’s whole being lights up, “About what?”

Kibum is great at answering all questions kids have for him but this time, he finds himself stuck, unwilling to lie to Taemin and yet unsure of how to explain himself to the young boy.

“Something Taeminnie can’t understand just yet.” Kibum decides to say eventually.

“Oh! I know, I know!” To Kibum’s surprise, Taemin replies proudly, “Jonghyunnie hyung told me that day, when I asked him why Jinki hyung was angry with him… he said I don’t understand what love is. But I do, Key seonsaengnim, I love appa, and Jinki hyung, and Jonghyunnie hyung… I even love you too!”

Kibum can’t help but laugh at Taemin’s innocence. From what little Taemin has recounted to him, it sounds to Kibum that the love Jonghyun was referring to is clearly different from the love Taemin is familiar with.

“Do you want to tell appa you love him too?”

Taemin’s eyes widen with anticipation and Kibum is reminded that kids do indeed say the silliest things.

“Oh Taemin, I-”

“Taemin?”

“Appa!”

A smile spreads across Taemin’s face once he spots his father. Kibum sees it coming and yet he still can’t stop the six year old in time.

“Appa!” Taemin cranes his neck to look up at his tall father as he grabs hold of Minho’s hand, “Key seonsaengnim wants to tell you he loves you!”

What is Kibum to do? He couldn’t possibly cover Taemin’s mouth in front of his father, now could he? And so, Kibum is left standing there as awkward as any person can get while Minho looks between his son and him with a confused but amused expression on his face.

“I suppose my son is speaking nonsense?”

Kibum smiles gratefully at Minho’s attempt to ease the awkwardness between them.

“Don’t worry about it. I know my boy well enough.” Minho says as he holds Taemin’s hand and tugs on it gently, “Come on, little one, let’s go.”

“But Key seonsaengnim…” Taemin refuses to move as he looks at Kibum, “Don’t you want to talk to appa?”

His question makes Minho and Kibum look at each other at the same time.

“You do?”

“I, umm-”

They end up speaking at the same time as well.

Kibum feels a blush rising on his cheeks.

“Did Taemin get into trouble?” Minho instinctively asks, concern etched on his face, as he glances at his son who is staring wide-eyed at the adults.

The teacher quickly shakes his head, “It’s nothing to do with school actually…”

“Oh.” Minho replies and looks expectantly at Kibum to continue.

“Well, maybe a little…” Kibum laughs nervously, “I asked the kids to draw their family in class today and I realised…”

Understanding dawns on Minho’s face and Kibum knows he doesn’t have to explain further.

“Yeah, I wanted to apologise for-”

“Ah, it’s fine. Nothing to be sorry about…” Minho quickly interrupts, hoping to put the teacher at ease, “It happens all the time… after all, how often do you see a single father with three kids at my age?”

“It must be difficult…” Kibum thinks out loud.

“Extremely…” Minho replies honestly but smiles when he looks down and meets Taemin’s eyes, “I only had plans for one but apparently, Jinki was a package deal and Jonghyun had to tag along. But I don’t regret it… or else I wouldn’t be standing here with Taemin right now.”

Confused at Minho’s choice of words, Kibum can’t help but ask, “Regret?”

When he realises he has asked an intrusive question, Kibum wants to apologise but Minho is already answering him.

“Adopting them…” Minho messes Taemin’s hair affectionately, “In fact, I’m actually grateful I’m allowed to.”

Taemin grins and wraps his arms around Minho’s thigh in a hug.

“I’m hungry, appa…”

“Alright, let’s go then.” Minho beams at his son before he points at Kibum, “Say goodbye to your teacher.”

“Bye Key seonsaengnim,” Taemin bows politely, “See you tomorrow!”

With that, they exchange their goodbyes and Kibum finds himself wanting to learn more about Minho.

Choi Minho. 35 years old. Soccer coach.

This is all that Kibum knows about Taemin’s father from his personal particulars provided to the kindergarten. Kibum knows he shouldn’t be searching for his information like this but his curiosity is killing him. He even tries googling Minho and ends up on Facebook for an hour or so just to search for the right Choi Minho. His search is fruitful though because he finds Minho’s facebook page. Unsurprisingly, his profile is mostly private save for a couple of photos as well as basic information that can be seen by the public.

It’s enough for Kibum to spend even more time online as he browses through Minho’s photos. It’s mostly of him and the kids or of the kids themselves, with Taemin appearing only in later photos. Kibum thinks it’s all sorts of adorable. He can’t help but smile as he looks at the photos that capture so many happy memories of the Choi family. Soon, his gaze falls on Minho alone. There’s just something very attractive about this single father. Kibum doesn’t know if it’s the charm of a father whose eyes clearly show how much he loves his kids or if it’s solely Minho’s good looks but whatever it is, he finds himself rather infatuated with the man in the photos.

“Appa, I’m right here.”

“I know you are, Taeminnie.” Minho says as he continues looking towards the direction of the open door which leads to the classrooms of the kindergarten.

“Then who are you looking for?” Taemin tugs on his father’s hand, “Let’s go home.”

“Right…” Minho shakes his head and laughs at himself before he finally gives Taemin his full attention, “Come on then.”

“What do you think of this guy?”

“Woah.” Soyou takes Kibum’s phone from him and gets a good look at the photo of a man who she thinks deserves to be on a fashion runway, “He’s hot. Is he your latest catch? If he is, I completely approve.”

Kibum sighs and mumbles, “He’s my student’s father.”

“Oh…” Soyou returns the phone to Kibum before she suddenly realises what her best friend has said, “Your student’s father?!”

Kibum meets Soyou’s eyes guiltily, looking like he’s just about ready to suffer from an emotional breakdown.

“Oh my god.” Soyou giggles out loud as she shakes her head incredulously, “Good luck to you, my friend.”

“Good morning Key seonsaengnim!”

Kibum is not a morning person but the cheerful greetings by his students as they enter the classroom one after another certainly get his day off to a great start. Taemin, especially, greets him with a smile that is infectious and Kibum’s mood is instantly lifted.

Today is a little different though. Before he goes to his seat in class, Taemin comes to Kibum and passes a paper bag to him.

“This is for you…”

“For me?” Kibum is pleasantly surprised as he takes the paper bag from his student, “What’s this?”

“Cookies!” Taemin answers animatedly, “We baked them yesterday, Key seonsaengnim! It’s very yummy… I wanted to eat them all up but appa asked me to save some for you.”

“Oh.” Kibum is caught off guard by the extra bit of information that Taemin should have probably kept to himself but the smile on his face grows naturally, “Thank you, Taemin.”

“Your welcome.” Taemin grins and with that, he bounces away, not knowing what his simple gift has done to his teacher.

It doesn’t mean anything, Kibum calmly repeats to himself, as he puts the paper bag away and pushes his thoughts aside. There’s a time and place for everything and obviously, now is neither the time nor place to celebrate the fact that his student’s father has thought about him.

“Minho-ssi?”

Kibum is walking through the corridor of the kindergarten when he spots Minho a slight distance away from him.

“Can I help you?” Kibum says once he comes to stand next to Taemin’s father, both surprised and confused to find him inside the school when lessons are going on.

“Ah, Kibum-ssi…” Relieved to see him, a smile appears on Minho’s face, “I’m looking for Taemin… he forgot to pack his lunch box today.”

“Oh, the kids are playing games outside…” Kibum explains before he offers, “You can pass it to me if you want, I’m just about to bring them back in.”

Grateful, Minho passes Taemin’s lunch box to the teacher, “Thanks.”

“No problem…” Kibum gives a small smile in return.

With the lunch box in his hands, he remembers about the cookies he received a few days ago and decides to use the opportunity to thank Minho.

“Also… thank you for the cookies.” Kibum says, feeling a little awkward but still wanting to give his thanks, “They were really good.”

“That’s a relief…” Minho chuckles, “And don’t thank me… it’s Taemin’s idea to give them to you. He likes you a lot.”

Kibum bites the inside of his cheek, holding himself back from saying anything that will most definitely make things awkward between them, and simply chooses to smile at Minho.

“I’m glad he does.”

“Hyung… help me.”

Changmin swirls the red wine in his glass and raises an eyebrow at his dongsaeng who is occupying all the space on his couch.

“I can’t deal with it any longer.” Minho groans.

“Deal with what?”

“How cute he is.”

“Who is?”

“Taemin’s teacher.”

Changmin is so glad he isn’t drinking his wine. As much as he loves the alcohol, he doesn’t want to choke on it.

Staring at the ceiling, Minho sighs, “I’m going to hell.”

“That depends… is he underage?”

“No… he looks like jailbait but I’m sure he’s very much legal.”

“Then you’re safe.” Changmin shrugs before he sips his wine.

Minho sits upright and properly looks at Changmin, “What should I do, hyung?”

“Get his number of course.”

“But he’s Taemin’s teacher…”

“Why should that stop you?”

Minho opens his mouth, wanting to say something, but promptly closes it when Changmin looks at him as if he’s daring him to go against him and waste another minute of his precious time.

Knowing his hyung, Minho chooses to shut up and reaches out for the wine Changmin has kindly offered him, drinking all of it in one go in a measly attempt to drown his sorrows that no one understands.

“If you need anything, boys, you know my number…”

Minho’s older sons nod in unison as they send their uncle Changmin off.

“Is appa okay?”

Jinki and Jonghyun share a look with each other before they turn to Taemin and bring their sleepy maknae to his room. It’s way past his bedtime and the three of them have stayed up late to wait for their father to come home.

“He’s alright.” Jinki replies, smiling at Taemin reassuringly.

“Yeah,” Jonghyun agrees and adds, “He’s just… sick.”

Taemin nods as he is tucked into bed by his older brothers and finally gives up the battle to keep his eyes open.

“Sick?” Jinki asks once they’re out of Taemin’s room.

“Lovesick.” Jonghyun sniggers.

“Appa is in love?” Jinki questions in disbelief, “How do you know?”

Jonghyun shrugs, “I just know.”

Before Jinki can ask more questions, Jonghyun walks away, heading to his own room and even closing his door to make sure Jinki gets the message that he’s not interested to talk.

After all, the one-to-one talk they had a few nights ago is a secret between his father and him that Jonghyun has to keep from Jinki for now.

“What do you mean you’re going to wait until Taemin isn’t your student before you make your move?”

“It feels ethically wrong if I ask him out now, Soyou…” Kibum weakly defends himself.

“But it’s obvious he likes you too.”

“I can’t…”

“You can.”

“I really can’t.”

“Please don’t tell people you’re my best friend.”

“So much for even being my best friend…” Kibum grumbles, staring unhappily at Soyou.

“Well, the best friend I know won’t give a crap about ethics and has the guts to do what he wants.”

“Fine.”

Soyou’s eyes widen with excitement, “Does this mean you’re going to do it?”

“I’ll try.”

“I’ll look forward to your good news then.”

Kibum thinks this is highly inappropriate. He shouldn’t have let Soyou’s words get to him. But he has, and he’s now thinking of using the upcoming parent-teacher meeting as an opportunity to ask Minho out.

School has ended for the day and he’s sitting at his desk in the now empty classroom, flipping through his calendar and staring at a marked date. There’s still a few months to go before the scheduled meeting and it makes Kibum doubt if he should wait that long. After all, it’s not like he’s asking Minho to marry him. Why is he even thinking about marrying the guy anyway?

It’s just a first date.

Things might not even work out in the end. Kibum knows he has to take the first step for anything to even happen between them. Yet, the thought still scares him. What if they really don’t work out? He’ll still be Taemin’s teacher no matter what. How is he going to face Taemin then? It’s just too complicated, so complicated that Kibum ends up slouching forward and resting his head on his desk. He’s just about to start knocking his forehead against the table top when a voice breaks the silence.

“Sorry to disturb you…”

With a start, Kibum instantly springs up from his position and turns towards the door. Of course, it just has to be the reason for his troubles.

“Minho-ssi…” Kibum quickly stands up and it’s then he realises that Minho is entirely alone, “Is everything alright? Isn’t Taemin waiting outside for you?”

“Yeah, he is, well, was…” Minho rubs his neck nervously as he walks into the classroom, “He’s actually waiting in the car for me now so I have to make this quick. Umm, what I’m about to ask you may make things very awkward between us but I think it’ll be worth the risk so would you like to-”

“Yes.”

By then, Kibum is more than ready to jump into Minho’s arms and give the guy a hug for ending his, their, misery but he manages to keep his composure and stay where he is. Besides, it’s enough that he has already shown how eager he is by giving Minho an answer even before he finishes his question.

“But you don’t know-”

“I know,” Kibum smiles, “I’ll call you.”

“You don’t have my number.”

Minho is about to take his phone out when Kibum laughs and shakes his head.

“I do… I’ll put Taemin’s emergency contact details to good use.”

Minho’s lips curl into a smirk that makes Kibum’s heart skip a beat.

“You will?”

“Yes,” Kibum nods before he pushes Minho towards the door of the classroom, “Now please get back to your car. I’m worried about Taemin being alone.”

“The drive back home takes twenty minutes.” Minho suddenly stops just before the entrance and turns back to say, “I trust that a teacher will keep his word?”

“I think it’s safer if you just trust that I like you too.” Kibum casually recommends.

Grinning, Minho briefly considers letting Taemin wait in the car for a little longer but he knows it’s the wrong time to get carried away. As much as he hates to leave Kibum like this, he has to… but not before giving a gentle reminder to the teacher.

“Twenty minutes, Kibum.”

“Yes, Minho appa.” Kibum teases, “I’ll even set an alarm.”

“You better.”

As Minho finally takes his leave, Kibum can’t help but wonder who will nag more in their relationship – the teacher or the father?

Well, whoever it is, the kids are in for a ride.

Pause, Rewind and Play; Minho/Key

intaexicated — Wed, 08 Apr 2015 16:37:02 GMT

in which Minho forgets and Kibum remembers.

Author's Note: for this prompt. i don't know if anyone remembers but i actually wrote a fic based on a similar prompt not too long ago ago. strangely, i got inspired to write something different yet maybe equally cheesy and cliché again. hahaha. this one comes up to 3000+ words that i spent the day writing... obviously went a little crazy cause it just got longer and longer but i hope i did the prompt justice! it’s been long since i’ve felt this satisfied with something i’ve written. so happy reading everyone~ enjoy! ^^

There’s no such thing as rationality at 2 in the morning. Kibum realises this when he agrees to go somewhere private with a stranger who he has been making out with for far too long in the club. He may not remember the stranger’s name but his decent looks and above par kissing skills are enough for Kibum to throw caution to the wind and agree to (what will probably be) a one night stand. It’s a term he never thought he’ll use in his life but of course, Kibum has come to learn that, as simple as it sounds, things change.

The stranger is trying to flag down a taxi when Kibum is startled by the sudden loud ringing of his phone. Who in the right mind would call him at a time like this? Annoyed, Kibum takes his phone out of his pocket and answers the call without checking who it is.

“Hello?”

“Hyung, you’re awake! Wait, are you outside? Where are you?”

Kibum may have a little alcohol in his system but he easily recognizes the voice on the other end of the line.

“What do you want, Taem?” Kibum asks as he watches his date for the night fail miserably at getting a taxi, “I’m a little busy right now so could you make this quick?”

“It’s not me, hyung… It’s Minho hyung.”

Tired of hearing that name, Kibum frowns and lets out a sigh, “I have nothing to do with him anymore, Tae, you know that-”

“It’s bad, hyung. He’s in the hospital… and it’s not looking too good.”

“What?” Kibum almost drops his phone.

“Car accident.” Taemin goes straight to the point before he explains, “Some idiot jumped the red light and-”

“Lee Taemin.” Kibum interrupts his friend and asks the all-important question, “Which hospital?”

Just as Taemin gives him the details, the stranger manages to hail a cab and holds the door open for Kibum. What great timing. Hopping straight into the passenger seat, Kibum steals the taxi, leaves the stranger behind without an explanation and makes his way to the hospital as fast as the taxi driver is willing to drive. Kibum may not have anything to do with Minho anymore but like he says, any semblance of rationality is lost in the wee hours of the morning.

Minho’s entire family along with his closest friends, all of whom Kibum is more than familiar with, are waiting outside his ward. When they see him, they don’t say a thing but acknowledge him with sad smiles. Kibum doesn’t know what to do, doesn’t even know what to think or feel at this moment in time. He’s mostly just lost and helpless, completely clueless about how to deal with a situation like this, so when Taemin quickly comes forward and gives him a hug, Kibum clings on like he is his lifebuoy.

“He’s alright, hyung, the doctor says the operation was a success.” Taemin pats Kibum soothingly on his back, “We’re just waiting for him to wake up now.”

The hours go by so slowly that night, and one by one, Minho’s friends leave. But Kibum stays, and no one advises him to go, not even Minho’s family. He chooses to wait outside the ward while Minho’s family goes in and stay by Minho’s side. Everything goes by in a blur and the next thing Kibum knows, Minho’s mum is sitting beside him and holding his hand.

“Kibum ah…”

Slowly, Kibum turns to the woman who he still treats as his own mother even though nothing ties them together anymore.

“Minho’s awake.”

Kibum’s mind becomes alert as his eyes widen.

“He’s asking for you.”

Minho’s mother’s bottom lip trembles and Kibum instantly knows something is wrong beneath that strong front.

“I don’t think…” Biting her bottom lip to prevent herself from sobbing out loud, Minho’s mum pauses for a moment before she takes in a deep breath and continues, “I don’t think he remembers…”

The rest is left unsaid but it’s more than enough for Kibum’s mind to go blank.

“How are you feeling, Minho?”

“Better… now that you’re here.”

Amnesia is something Kibum has only seen happen in the movies but it’s what the doctor tells him when he asks about Minho’s condition two days after the accident. Fortunately, as severe as the accident is, Minho doesn’t go into coma and wakes up soon after the general anaesthesia wears off. Even so, Kibum finds out that the injuries covering Minho’s body which he can see with his own eyes are only the least of their worries. Minho is also suffering from a traumatic brain injury that has apparently taken away a good part of his memory.

When he asks the doctor to clarify, Kibum is bombarded with all sorts of medical terms that he can’t even pronounce let alone remember, but he soon understands that the type of amnesia Minho is diagnosed with actually doesn’t matter. Nothing changes the fact that Minho has indeed lost his memory.

After a series of questions with the help of Minho’s family and Kibum himself, the doctor concludes Minho doesn’t remember the accident and anything that has happened in the recent year or two. They’re mostly thankful Minho has retained most of his memories but Kibum finds himself in an odd place. After all, he makes up a large part of Minho’s life for the past 3 years. Yet now, what Minho doesn’t remember is that Kibum is no longer a part of his life. In fact, their relationship of 2 years has already ended a month ago.

Whoever said breakups could be amicable is a liar. Kibum thought he could be friends with Minho but seeing Minho only reminds him of a love lost. It’s sad. It’s painful; and like most, if not, all breakups, theirs isn’t a happy one. Three years ago, they met and fell in love. One year of friendship, ambiguity and lots of tiptoeing around each other, two years together as a couple who had plans and dreams for the future, and three years later, they, everything, fell apart. It’s heartbreakingly difficult to let go of a relationship that they both believed would last. But when arguing became the only way they communicated with each other in the last few months of their relationship and silence was all they shared in their last week together, breaking up seemed to be their only solution.

It was hard to admit but they had drifted apart, their feelings for each other lost somewhere along the way. Living in one apartment, they turned from lovers to roommates. It felt like neither of them were putting in the effort to make their relationship work, and if they did try, it only ended in heated arguments and cold wars. Where exactly they went wrong, Kibum doesn’t have an answer, but it had come to the point where they knew they would be better off without each other. There was no point in holding on to a relationship that was becoming toxic to the both of them. So since they couldn’t save their relationship, both Kibum and Minho hoped to at least protect the happy memories they shared together and part ways before their feelings turned to hate.

Breaking up with Minho had been difficult, so much so that Kibum would rather forget about their relationship together. But not like this. Not with Minho losing his memory. That’s something he would never even dare imagine.

“Why are you crying, Kibum-ah?” Minho’s voice startles Kibum out of his thoughts, “I’m fine, baby, I’ll recover so fast, you wouldn’t believe it.”

Baby. How long has it been since he last heard Minho call him that? What will happen when he recovers and realises nothing is what it seems? If only Minho knew they weren’t even on talking terms just before their relationship ended…

“Don’t cry, Bummie.”

Kibum feels a bandaged hand cup his face before a thumb stiffly wipes his tears away. He sniffs and reaches out to gently grab hold of Minho’s hand before he can move away.

“Minho…”

“Yes, baby?”

“Do you love me?”

Minho looks at him like it’s the most nonsensical question he can ask. Isn’t the answer is obvious?

“Of course I love you.”

Minho’s reply doesn’t come as a surprise but the words that have once made Kibum unconditionally happy now leaves him with a heavy heart. Kibum knows Minho doesn’t understand that he only thinks he loves him because of his memory loss. If he remembers how their relationship ended, the answer may be different.

Kibum tries not to show his sadness but the bitter smile on his face does little to hide his feelings. He feels sad because things just aren’t the same anymore.

They just aren’t what Minho believes they are.

“What is it, Bum?” Minho asks, worried when he recognizes the look on Kibum’s face, “Tell me. I know something is wrong. My memory loss… did I forget something important?”

Kibum shakes his head and smiles.

“It’s nothing.” Kibum lies, “I’m the least of your worries right now. Just get well soon alright?”

“But I am well.”

“Say that after your bandages are removed…”

“Let’s not forget about regaining my memory too.” Minho laughs, finding the irony in his sentence funny.

Kibum isn’t laughing along though. Seeing the smile on Minho’s face, Kibum can’t help but think that maybe, just maybe, it’s easier to forget.

“I’m sorry you have to keep visiting him even though…”

“Eomeonim, please don’t say that.” Kibum looks up from his coffee and smiles at Minho’s mum who is sitting across him at the cafeteria in the hospital, “I’m glad I can be here for him.”

Holding her drink in her hands, Minho’s mum nods and says, “You know, Kibum, I wish I had the chance to talk to you earlier but Minho, that child, he kept things to himself. If I didn’t check on him at the apartment you both shared, I would have never found out.”

Come to think of it, Kibum doesn’t know much about Minho after they broke up. He doesn’t know if he even wants to hear about Minho but he continues to listen as Minho’s mum talks to him.

“Minho tells me that the both of you wanted the break up?”

Kibum nods.

“Seems to me that he was lying…” Minho’s mum ponders out loud.

It’s obvious that she has more to say but eventually, she shakes her head and smiles at Kibum, “Are you happier now?”

Kibum finds himself stumped at that question. He doesn’t have an answer for Minho’s mum and the only excuse that he can give himself is that it has only been a month since he left Minho. Moving on takes time; but if he can’t see himself being happier in the long run, what’s the point of breaking up then?

“Eomeonim, I…”

“It’s okay, Kibum ah.” Minho’s mum reaches out to pat Kibum’s hand, “Don’t feel pressured to answer me. I just care about you, both of you… so don’t mind me giving you some advice, but sometimes, try not to be too focused about moving forward. The future is important but it’s good to look back at the past and reminisce once in a while. Perhaps you’ll find something worth remembering… worth fighting for.”

Five days after the accident, Kibum makes a trip back to the apartment that he had lived in with Minho. Needless to say, the advice from Minho’s mother has impacted him more than he wants it to. He wouldn’t admit this but a part of him is also curious to see how things are since Minho never moved out after he left.

As soon as he steps into the apartment and takes a quick tour of the place he used to call home, Kibum concludes that nothing much has changed. The apartment has been kept as how Kibum remembers leaving it and the only difference is the absence of his personal belongings. When they broke up, Kibum didn’t bother splitting the things that they shared because one, he found it too troublesome and two, he didn’t want anything that reminded him of Minho.

Clearly, he still doesn’t see eye to eye with Minho since his ex-boyfriend hasn’t thrown anything out and kept everything as it is. Even photos of the two of them together along with those taken with family and friends remain framed on the walls and shelves of different places in the apartment. Kibum wants to say he’s shocked but deep down inside, he has hoped for everything to remain the same. Somehow, it comes as a relief to him that Minho hasn’t removed anything.

As he enters the bedroom they used to share, Kibum doesn’t hesitate to lie down on the bed. He tries to make himself comfortable on the side that he usually sleeps on but it doesn’t feel right. Before he can think, Kibum changes position and shifts himself to Minho’s side of the bed. A smile tugs on the corners of his lips as he closes his eyes and relaxes his body.

So. Much. Better.

Kibum has no intention to sleep though. He came back to look back at the past. He came back to remember what has been forgotten. Even though Kibum doesn’t know where Minho’s mum's advice would lead him, it’s still something he feels he has to do.

It’s almost 11pm when Kibum returns to the hospital and finds Minho wide awake, staring at the ceiling in the dimly lit room.

“Hey…” Kibum greets with a smile as he sits next to Minho by his bedside and turns on the nearest lights, “Why are you not sleeping?”

Minho closes his eyes for a moment before he lets out a breath and turns to look at Kibum.

“I know, Kibum.”

“Know what?”

“Umma told me.”

It’s just three words but the pain on Minho’s face is visible, even more visible than when the anaesthesia lost effect and he could feel all the bruises and injuries his body had suffered from the accident.

It’s just three words but Kibum’s smile disappears in an instant and he suddenly feels nothing but fear overwhelm him.

It’s just three words, the same number as “let’s break up”, and once again, everything is about to change.

“She thought it would be better for the both of us. When the doctor informed us that I could be discharged from the hospital in the next few days, she didn’t want me to return to our- my apartment only to find out that you don’t live there anymore. I can’t remember anything, Kibum… but maybe that’s why I forgot.” Minho says as he looks away from Kibum, “Maybe the memories were so sad that I didn’t want to remember any of it… was it, Kibum? Was our relationship that bad? What happened to us?”

“We forgot.” Kibum mumbles.

Minho turns to look at him again, “What?”

“We forgot about us.” Kibum meets Minho’s eyes, “We forgot about how and why we fell in love. We took things for granted… we forgot to love, Minho.”

Minho slowly sits up as he reaches out to cup Kibum’s face in his hands. That’s when Kibum realises tears are rolling down his cheeks.

“I made you cry again…” Minho smiles sadly as he wipes Kibum’s tears with his thumbs, “How much have I made you cry in the recent years?”

“So much that you would actually punch yourself in the gut.” Kibum laughs through his tears, “Maybe even hate yourself too…”

Minho sighs and mumbles to himself, “I already hate myself.”

With their close proximity, Kibum hears everything.

“Why?”

“I lost you, Kibum.” Minho says regretfully, “I let you go.”

“Don’t take all the blame when the truth is we both made mistakes…” Kibum removes Minho’s hands from his face and holds it tightly in his hands instead, “Maybe it’s good that we broke up… so we can give ourselves a second chance now.”

“A second chance?”

“Yes, let’s start again? I know you don’t remember how rough it was during the months before we ended things and it’ll seem like I’m taking advantage of the situation since you obviously still think you love me but-”

“I don’t think I’ve ever stopped loving you though.”

“Why’d you say that?”

Minho reaches over to the bedside table and grabs his phone. The screen has cracked as a result of the impact from the accident but apparently it still works. Minho swipes his finger across the screen, taps it twice and swipes down once before he turns the phone towards Kibum.

“I just got my phone back and found this photo that was sent to me on the night of the accident.”

Kibum squints at the pixelated, somewhat blurry, image that had been captured under poor lighting on the screen. It takes a few seconds before he registers that it’s a photo of him and the stranger he was about to have a one night stand with caught in a compromising position at the club.

“Who sent this to you?”

“That’s not the point, Kibum.”

“Oh right.” Kibum bites his bottom lip, “I can explain, Minho, I-”

“We weren’t together then…” Minho says as calmly as he can manage, “But it clearly still angered me enough to make my way to the club.”

Kibum’s eyes widen, “Am I the reason why you got into a car accident?!”

Minho can’t help but roll his eyes, “Don’t be silly, the driver who ran the red light was.”

“But still-”

“Yes, still…” Minho breathes out as a smile grows on his face, “If it wasn’t for that or the accident, we wouldn’t be talking right now.”

“I’m not thankful that you got into an accident and lost your memory, Minho.” Kibum says sternly and knocks on wood just to be extra safe at the same time.

“You don’t have to be.” Minho answers, “You just have to love me again.”

“That’s easy.” Kibum’s eyes crinkle as he grins cutely, “I already do.”

“And move in with me again.” Minho quickly adds once he hears Kibum’s reply.

Kibum shakes his head and laughs, “Let’s take it slow, Minho.”

Before Minho can rebut him, Kibum leans in and shuts him up with a kiss, one that starts off light and mostly innocent but becomes a little too passionate as Kibum ends up lying next to Minho in the small bed, lips and body remembering how they feel against each other.

Well, if this is what Kibum means by taking it slow, Minho definitely has no objections.

Fuel to Flame; Minho/Key

intaexicated — Tue, 07 Apr 2015 16:00:54 GMT

in which Kibum gets annoyed by Minho who just loves to add fuel to flame.

Author's Note: for a fic request based on the tokyo dome vcr particularly this gif set. i changed the prompt just a teeny weeny bit but it actually doesn't affect the prompt at all. ^^;; heh enjoy the drabble dear readers!

It’s about a minute after the director shouts cut when Kibum feels a sudden shift in the atmosphere. It takes him a second to figure out what doesn’t feel quite right but much longer to observe if he’s actually right about his feeling. After a few discreet glances, Kibum confirms his suspicion.

Minho is looking at him.

In fact, his eyes have been on him for a good five minutes already. Kibum may love it when Minho showers him with attention but he doesn’t like it like this; Not with Minho looking way too amused for Kibum’s liking.

There have been moments when he just suddenly smiles to himself and it’s that creepy smile which Kibum detests because everything about that doesn’t bode well for him at all. Kibum wants to ignore Minho and act oblivious, assuming that Minho is just amused by his getup as a hot redhead in pretty clothes complete with high heels and fake boobs. However, with a number of scenes still left to film for their VCR, Kibum knows he has to do something about it to keep himself sane for the rest of the shoot.

They’re standing to one side and waiting for the next set to be ready when Kibum finally confronts Minho once they are left by themselves. Jinki has gone off in search for food while Jonghyun and Taemin are being fussed over by their stylists for messing with their wigs too much. Without speaking, Kibum simply turns towards the nerd for the day and gives him a hard stare. Minho smiles in return and moves closer so he can casually put his arm around Kibum’s shoulders.

“Are you feeling better now?” Minho says in a volume only the two of them can hear.

“About what?” Kibum easily falls into Minho’s trap as he raises an eyebrow in question.

“My kiss with Sulli.” Minho replies with a smirk and purposely leans down to speak close to Kibum’s ear, “I didn’t know you were so pissed about that.”

Kibum instantly shrugs Minho’s arm off and creates a distance between them.

“What makes you think I am?!” Kibum huffs, both annoyed and offended, as he tries to keep his volume low without attracting unnecessary attention.

“Your reaction just now?” Minho chuckles, “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you react this strongly to anything before.”

Kibum rolls his eyes, “That’s called acting, Minho… something you’re not really good at.”

Minho only laughs more.

“Hate to break it to you, Bum, but neither are you.” Minho says before he glances at the side of his arm and begins rubbing it as if he’s trying to soothe some sort of pain, “I think I may have a bruise already.”

Taking a step towards Minho, Kibum can’t hide his worry and confusion as he asks with concern, “What happened?”

“You don’t remember?” Minho honestly isn’t surprised at Kibum’s cluelessness since he had been so engrossed in his acting earlier, “You were pinching me so hard just now as if you were trying to punish me for kissing someone else.”

“Was I?” Kibum has his doubts especially since Minho is wearing a long sleeved plaid shirt.

Minho nods, “You’ll see it, I’m sure it has been recorded.”

Knowing Minho has no reason to lie, Kibum falls silent and looks away.

“It’s alright, Kibum.” Minho smiles, patting Kibum’s shoulder, “I understand… it’s good that you could vent out your frustration. I don’t want you bottling your feelings up. I worry about you, you know? If you’re jealous, just-”

“Don’t push it, Choi Minho.” Kibum grits his teeth as he cuts Minho off, “Unless you want another bruise on your other arm, you better stop being so smug about this.”

“Does this mean that whip of yours will make another appearance tonight if I continue provoking you?” Minho asks with fake innocence, trying his best to resist a smile but obviously failing horribly as his lips curl in a broad smile.

Kibum takes one look at a grinning Minho and decisively walks away before he truly loses his temper in public. Sometimes, Minho thinks it’s funny to be so infuriatingly defiant.

But it’s fine, Kibum thinks to himself, he’ll just have to discipline Minho and teach him a lesson in obedience when they get back to the dorm later.

Write, Read, Love; Minho/Gwiboon

intaexicated — Wed, 01 Apr 2015 19:28:28 GMT

Gwiboon writes about their love story and leaves it to Minho to continue it for them.

Author's Note: for this prompt but i changed it a little... this is also inspired by the tokyo dome vcr. of course i had to join in the fun and write girl!key and nerd!minho. hehe. hope you guys enjoy the read! don't say i didn't warn you but beware of the cheese. ^^;;

“So? Has anything changed?”

Gwiboon doesn’t know how many times she has heard this question from Taeyeon but she knows the answer hasn’t changed. Just like how nothing has changed.

“No, Tae.” Gwiboon sighs into the receiver of her phone while she stares at the ceiling and pictures Taeyeon looking frustrated, “Nothing. Absolutely nothing has changed between us. Please stop asking me this question.”

“But you told me he started reading your novel a month ago!” Gwiboon’s overly concerned best friend reasons, “Plus yours is a short novel, unnie. It shouldn’t take him so long to finish it especially when he loves reading… why hasn’t he said anything to you?”

“I don’t know, maybe he hasn’t finished it?” Gwiboon answers, feeling as fed up as Taeyeon sounds, “Or maybe… he didn’t see the importance of finishing it? Maybe a romance novel isn’t worth his time.”

“Maybe you should just go to his house right now and demand him to finish the book so that nerd can realise you’re actually writing about the sad love story between you and him.”

There’s no malice in Taeyeon’s words but Gwiboon feels as if her best friend has just thrown a punch at her. It hurts so bad because every single word Taeyeon has said is the truth. And well, the truth bloody hurts.

It hurts that Gwiboon has been in love with Choi Minho for the past year and a half. It hurts when Minho has no clue about her feelings. It hurts even more to pine for someone to the extent that she decides to vent her frustration by writing about her unrequited love and making it into a short novel that is begging for a sequel. She says this because the novel ends at the part where the protagonist finally confesses her feelings. And the rest, which Gwiboon knows will come but doesn’t exactly know what will happen, is left unwritten.

“Unnie?” Taeyeon’s apologetic voice pulls her out of her thoughts, “I just… I want you to be happy.”

Gwiboon smiles sadly, “I’m alright. I’ll be fine.”

“I’ll never understand why you’ve put yourself through such misery…” Taeyeon thinks out loud, “You’re Kim Gwiboon, beautiful, witty, talented, and it’s not as if no one wants to date you, but you end up falling in love with a nerd who isn’t even smart enough to see that you’re in love with him. Where’s the logic in that?!”

“Don’t bother figuring it out.” Gwiboon advises, “I’ve been asking myself that every day since I stopped being in denial about my feelings for him but I still can’t understand why.”

“Unnie…” Taeyeon sighs, “How much do you regret hitting him at the book store?”

Gwiboon stops to think about Taeyeon’s seemingly nonsensical but very much serious question.

She’ll never forget the first time she met Minho. It was the day her first novel came out in bookstores. Gwiboon had been so excited that she visited the largest bookstore in Seoul first thing in the morning just so she could admire her book displayed on the shelves. When she saw her books printed in hardcover filling one entire shelf of the New Releases section, she couldn’t contain her happiness. So ecstatic was Gwiboon that she did a little dance and punched her fists in the air only to end up accidentally hitting someone in the face.

Of course, that someone turned out to be Minho.

If it was a light brush against Minho’s face, she could have just apologised and things would have ended there. But as fate would have it, it wasn’t. One of her fists collided with Minho’s face hard enough to knock his over-sized round glasses out of place and in the process, leave a cut just below his right eye. It stung and Minho had winced in pain. That made Gwiboon more apologetic and worried than she originally was.

It was nothing too serious though; and Minho himself had brushed it off, simply adjusting his glasses back into place and ignoring the cut, so he could hurry off as if human interaction was a challenge to him. Gwiboon, however, wasn’t going to let him leave like that. Like she would with any other friend or stranger, she began fussing over him and never stopped even until today.

Perhaps that’s why she has only herself to blame for falling in love with Minho. After the incident, Gwiboon finds out that Minho doesn’t know how to take good care of himself. Maybe he does… but he can’t be bothered to. Not when his whole life revolves around being a production assistant who dreams to be a renowned film director one day.

Minho’s job practically consumes his entire life and as much as Gwiboon can understand his passion for film (it’s similar to her passion for writing), she worries about him. How Minho wants to live his life is really none of her business but Gwiboon can’t help but meddle in his affairs. What’s weird and somewhat funny is that Minho doesn’t mind having Gwiboon in his life at all. Their first meeting may have been sudden and unexpected but it’s unusually easy for them to become friends.

The more time they spend with each other, the more Gwiboon likes Minho. And that includes his overgrown hair, tacky glasses, unstylish clothes and awkward mannerisms. Even though he looks and acts exactly like how you’d imagine a nerd to be, there’s just something charming and attractive about Minho that makes Gwiboon think about the possibility of being more than just friends. Soon enough, all that fussing turns into something more and Gwiboon realises that she cares too much about Minho. It takes her long to admit but she knows she’s doing it out of love more than anything else.

If Gwiboon has a choice, she would rather not fall in love with someone. It’s always easier to be loved and accept someone’s love. Loving someone is bittersweet, more bitter than sweet especially if it’s an unrequited love, but does Gwiboon regret it?

No.

And she tells Taeyeon this.

“I’m glad I hit him actually.” Gwiboon smiles as she continues, “It’s tough but I like being able to love someone… better yet when I end up writing my third book because of him.”

“You’re stu-… silly.”

“Someone’s being polite.”

“Do me a favour, will you, unnie?”

“Hmm?”

“Just go to his house right now and tell him you love him.”

“Actually…”

“What? Were you planning to do that?”

“I am going over to his house to catch up with him later…”

“That’s great! It’s perfect timing, you can-”

“But I won’t confess to him like you want me to.”

“Unnie!”

“Goodbye Tae~”

“No, unnie, you-”

With that, Gwiboon hangs up and ignores the rest of her incoming calls which she bets is from her best friend. She knows exactly what Taeyeon wants to say so she really doesn’t need to hear it out loud. Besides, looking at the time, Gwiboon has to get ready and leave her house in half an hour or else Minho would be kept waiting.

It’s been slightly over a month since they last met. Gwiboon, as an up and coming contemporary romance author, has been busy promoting her latest book while Minho’s been working tirelessly at the broadcast station, juggling a number of projects all at once. Gwiboon can bet he doesn’t even spend much time at his own home. If it wasn’t for her, Minho probably wouldn’t have much of a reason to leave the station. In fact, she’s happy that Minho is even making time for her. It’s the little things like this that Gwiboon treasures the most.

A few steps away from the door of Minho’s apartment, Gwiboon finds herself smiling as if she has won a million dollars. She can’t help it though; she’s just in such a good mood knowing that they can finally spend time with each other after a month apart. Barely able to contain her excitement, Gwiboon rings the doorbell and waits impatiently for Minho to open the door.

When he does, she leaps into his arms and gives him a big hug.

“Hey you!” Gwiboon greets enthusiastically, “I’ve missed you.”

Minho laughs and awkwardly pats her back as his way to return the hug, “But we talk every other day…”

“We don’t see each other enough though…” Gwiboon pouts as she pulls away from the hug before Minho can get more uncomfortable than he already is and takes a good look at him, “You need a haircut, Minho.”

“Soon.” Minho simply answers and gives a small smile before he changes the subject, “What shall we do for dinner?”

“We could order in?” Gwiboon suggests, “Something simple will do.”

“Alright, I’ll go get the menus and we could decide which eatery to order from…” Minho nods and points to the living room, “Make yourself at home.”

While Minho heads towards the kitchen, Gwiboon walks further into the small apartment and quickly scans the living area. It isn’t as messy as she thought it would be. Minho must have done some tidying up before she arrived. Still, it’s an organised mess and Gwiboon’s fingers itch to help him clean the place a little more. Before she knows it, she’s straightening the cushions on the two-seater sofa and then lifting the stuff on the coffee table so she can wipe any dust away with a tissue.

While cleaning, Gwiboon easily spots her book that she gave Minho before it was even released at the bottom of the small stack of books near the side of the table. She carefully takes it out and can’t help but smile as she holds Minho’s copy of her own book in her hands.

It isn’t her intention to check if there are signs that indicate Minho has read the book but as Gwiboon flicks through the pages, she notices that certain pages have been dog-eared. She starts paying careful attention and realises that the last page which has been marked with a dog-ear but folded back into place is somewhere at the end of the second last chapter in her book.

Gwiboon’s heart skips a beat.

That could only mean one thing.

“Minho!”

Gwiboon finds herself calling out for her friend before she can stop to think.

“Yeah?”

Minho’s voice comes from behind her and Gwiboon instantly turns around while pointing at her book.

“You’ve finished reading this?”

Holding a bunch of crumpled leaflets in his hands, Minho nods and joins her in the living room.

“Wh- when…?” Gwiboon has never been more nervous.

“About a week after you gave it to me…” As he sets the leaflets aside, Minho answers, looking slightly guilty as if he knows it’s his fault for not telling Gwiboon earlier.

“And you never told me?” Gwiboon asks confusedly.

“I was… well, I was… umm…” Minho pushes his glasses up his nose and clears his throat before he tries forming a coherent sentence to explain himself to Gwiboon, “I was trying to understand? You see, the story’s so familiar so I think I may have gotten the wrong idea-”

“You didn’t.”

Gwiboon interrupts Minho as she places the book back onto the table before taking a few steps closer to her visibly confused friend.

“You didn’t get the wrong idea, silly.” Gwiboon clarifies with a slight smile before she says in an almost whisper, “It is about us.”

Minho’s eyes widen comically but Gwiboon just thinks it’s cute. It makes her a little less nervous, enough for her to find the courage to confess her feelings for him.

“Minho, you’re one of my closest friends… and I’ve loved having you in my life,” Gwiboon reaches out for his hand and holds it lightly in hers, “You’ve given me a friendship that I don’t ever want to lose… I already have so much of you but now I want the best of you.”

“That’s…” Minho licks his lips nervously as he looks into her eyes, “-a line from the last page of your book.”

Gwiboon smiles, “Yeah.”

“But you didn’t write about what happened after the confession.” Minho frowns.

“I thought stopping there was good enough… that the protagonist finally confessed the feelings she kept to herself for so long. It’s a kind of happy ending too.”

She may not have known this when she wrote the ending then but Gwiboon now knows it is a happy ending. At this moment in time, she feels so much lighter, so much happier now that she has finally got her feelings across. However, it seems that Minho doesn’t feel the same way as he shakes his head and squeezes Gwiboon’s hand.

“You’re not really good at being a romance novelist when you don’t give your readers a happy ending.” Minho points out, “You’ll need to write that sequel no matter what.”

“Excuse me, who’s the author here?” Gwiboon jabs at Minho’s chest as she laughs, “I’ve written three books, mind you. I know what I’m doing.”

“Gwiboon?”

Minho suddenly becomes serious that the smile on Gwiboon’s face turns awkward.

“Yeah?”

“I just thought you should know that you’ve always had all of me.”

Gwiboon blinks, unable to respond as she lets Minho’s words sink in. But Minho takes her silence the wrong way.

“Should I not have said that?” Minho bites his bottom lip, just about ready to panic at the situation, “Sorry I don’t want our friendship to be ruined because-”

Gwiboon tips toes and silences Minho with a light kiss.

“You idiot.” She mutters after she pulls away and gently rubs her lipstick stain off Minho’s lips, looking fondly at Minho, “If it isn’t clear enough, I’ve loved you for a long time.”

“Can’t be as long as me…” Minho blurts out.

“What?” An amused smile grows on Gwiboon’s face, “And how do you know? Unless it was love at first sight, you can’t be-“

Gwiboon’s sentence is replaced with a gasp.

“You got to be kidding me.”

Minho remains silent, lips suddenly glued tightly together.

“Choi Minho!”

He starts avoiding her eyes.

“Why didn’t you tell me!!”

Minho turns away.

“Umm, I think we should order dinner-”

“Don’t you dare change the subject.”

Gwiboon quickly wraps her arms around Minho’s hips before he can go anywhere.

“Gwiboon!” Minho squirms anxiously, his body more tense than Gwiboon has ever seen or felt.

“What? Does this make you uncomfortable?” Gwiboon can’t help but smirk.

“A little?”

“Well, get used to it, my love, because we’re going to be getting so much more intimate in the future.”

Minho gulps but Gwiboon ignores his uneasiness and even presses her body against his, hugging him closer and tighter, just to make it clear that she isn’t going to let him go… not now, not ever.

Besides, she thinks Minho deserves this after making her suffer from a seemingly one-sided love for too long.

Five Doses of Vitamin Me; Minho/Key

intaexicated — Wed, 04 Mar 2015 13:15:34 GMT

in which Minho tries to win Kibum over with pick-up lines.

Author's Note: also known as the few times pick-up lines actually work. uh oh, i was halfway through writing this when i realised i wrote something different from the prompt. i don’t know why but i kept thinking ‘pick-up lines’. i can only hope the anon doesn't mind how i changed it and that it’ll still be an enjoyable read for everyone. it got a little out of hand so happy reading all 2397 words! spoiler alert: credits to this fic belongs here. ^^

It’s funny how things seldom go as planned. On usual days Kibum decides to go clubbing, he’s all for socializing while dancing, drinking and enjoying the music. But when he truly wants to get to know people beyond the casual hook-up, Kibum never gets to meet decent guys who are even worthy of a first date. He knows that most, if not, all of them just wants to get him in bed. Kibum may look like he’s a willing party but he has his principles when it comes to things like this. As much as he understands how he can’t expect so much from meeting someone at a club, Kibum still can’t help but hope that the right person will come along one night.

Tonight though, Kibum has no interest in socializing and is simply at his favourite club to dance and drink. Yet, it’s weird how he keeps getting hit on by not only men but ladies as well while he sits at the bar counter and drinks by himself. Kibum knows it’s probably his own fault for sending the wrong signal but he honestly isn’t up to flirt with anyone tonight. Ready to hit the dance floor, Kibum downs the last of his drink and is just about to leave his seat when someone, probably the sixth person that night, comes to stand beside him.

“My friends bet that I wouldn't be able to start a conversation with the most handsome guy in the bar… Wanna buy some drinks with their money?”

It’s the second time Kibum is hearing that pick-up line in one night and so he is left very much unimpressed, already rolling his eyes in his mind. All ready to turn the person down, Kibum spares a look at the person who is hitting on him but finds himself unable to do so. Let’s just say, the person, a guy, looks like he has just walked straight out of a magazine, and more importantly, doesn’t seem to be as sleazy as the others who have approached him earlier on.

“So?” The guy clears his throat nervously and tries his best to hide his nervousness (but obviously fails because Kibum notices he can’t even maintain eye contact with him), “How does that sound?”

Kibum thinks it’s cute and ends up smiling at the good-looking stranger, “If you can look at me for longer than 5 seconds, I’ll consider.”

Upon hearing Kibum’s words, the guy finally meets his eyes with a surprised look on his face and stares at him as if he’s trying to understand Kibum.

“…4, 5.” Kibum finishes counting out loud before he extends his hand to the stranger, “I’m Kibum. You are?”

The guy quickly takes his hand and shakes it firmly, “Minho.”

Kibum laughs, “I’m glad you didn’t ask me to call you tonight.”

A smile tugs on a corner of Minho’s lips.

“Well, if you’d like to, I wouldn’t mind.”

Kibum pauses for a moment, using the time to take a good look at Minho, before he makes a decision.

“How about this?” Kibum begins, “Go get the money from your friends first to buy me a drink and then I’ll give you my number…”

Without saying anything, Minho takes out his wallet and calls for the bartender.

“That’ll just be a waste of time…” Minho mutters out loud and as the bartender comes to them, turns to Kibum with a warm smile, “What would you like?”

It’s then Kibum decides Minho deserves at least a first date.

They meet again three days later, on a Wednesday, at an Italian restaurant during lunch hour. It’s all the time Kibum can afford to spare Minho considering how busy he is at work. Besides, he thinks this is a good test to see if Minho can impress him within an hour. Their food is taking some time to arrive but it allows them to get to know each other better. The more they talk, the more Kibum realises how good a catch Minho actually is. It should be great news but he can’t get himself to feel happy.

All Kibum can think about is how it’s such a pity because they don’t really have much in common aside from their age. Some may say opposites attract but Kibum thinks it’s best to have chemistry with the person he potentially wants to be in a relationship with. So far, things aren’t looking that great. Don’t get him wrong though, Minho is all things nice and wonderful and they get along rather well. However, Kibum figures they would be better off as friends.

He probably isn’t doing a fantastic job in hiding his thoughts, seeing that Minho quiets down and focuses on eating his pasta. Their conversation dies as they eat their lunch. Kibum wants to do something to save the atmosphere before it turns awkward but he doesn’t really know what to say either. Instead, he picks at his salad and concentrates on taking away the shredded carrots which he dislikes. They both stay quiet for what seems like forever until Minho breaks the uncomfortable silence.

“If you were a vegetable…”

Stopping what he’s doing, Kibum looks up at Minho who, he realises, is looking at his salad.

“-you'd be a cute-cumber.”

It takes a couple of seconds for Kibum to digest what Minho has just said. When it sinks in, an amused smile appears on Kibum’s face.

“What if I were a fruit?” Kibum asks, curious to see how Minho will respond.

Minho meets Kibum’s eyes briefly before he looks down again and answers, “You would be a fine-apple.”

At that, Kibum bursts out laughing. Minho can’t help but smile a little, proud that he made Kibum laugh.

“Is that enough for you to give me a second chance?”

Kibum’s smile slowly disappears as he turns serious, not wanting to take things lightly when he knows Minho is both sincere and hopeful.

“Look, Minho…” Kibum begins but doesn’t get to continue when Minho cuts him off.

“All I’m asking is for another date.” Minho requests, almost rushing to speak, “Let me take you out on a proper date this weekend. And if you still don’t feel anything for me then, we’ll stay as friends.”

The determination in Minho’s eyes makes Kibum nod and give him another chance. And so, as lunch hour comes to an end, they split ways with a promise to meet again on Saturday.

Exhausted from a busy work week, all Kibum can think about is heading to the mall for some much needed retail therapy. He mentions this to Minho offhandedly while texting during the week and is pleasantly surprised when Minho offers to go shopping with him. Although he guesses that Minho probably just wants to impress him, Kibum decides to kill two birds with one stone and takes him up on his offer.

Saturday arrives and they’re browsing the shops with Kibum doing most of the shopping while Minho tags along, half-heartedly looking through the racks of clothes but mostly just patiently waiting for Kibum to be done. As much as Kibum feels bad, he still really wants to shop and so, the only thing he can do to involve Minho more is to shop for the guy as well.

“This would look nice on you.” Kibum pulls a white spread collar shirt from the rack and holds it against Minho, “The material is really good too… what do you think?”

“It’s not bad…” Minho replies with a smile.

Kibum takes that as a yes and begins searching for what he thinks is the correct size for Minho.

Minho goes quiet for a moment before he calls out, “Hey Kibum?”

“Hmm?” Kibum responds distractedly as he decides to take two sizes for Minho to try.

“Do you know what my shirt is made of?”

Kibum doesn’t think too much into his sudden question and takes a good look at Minho’s basic black t-shirt.

“Cotton?”

Minho shakes his head and grins as he reveals the correct answer.

“Boyfriend material.”

Kibum is rendered speechless.

“100%.” Minho adds on, “I guarantee you.”

“I trust you are…” Oddly enough, Kibum finds himself agreeing, only to disappoint Minho, “But not for me.”

There are only so many times a guy wants to be rejected. Kibum knows he has already hurt Minho’s ego more than enough times and it makes him feel as terrible as Minho is probably feeling.

“I’m sorry, Minho.” Kibum sincerely apologizes, “We could still be friends if you want to?”

It’s a question because Kibum would understand if Minho isn’t keen on even being friends with him after how he has outright rejected him. When Minho doesn’t reply him immediately, Kibum starts feeling nervous and almost afraid to hear his answer. His feelings puzzle him because it makes it seem like he still wants Minho to be part of his life.

It takes a long minute before Kibum gets an answer in the form of a nod and a sad smile from Minho. A part of Kibum is relieved, happy that he still has a friend in Minho, while another part of him just wants to hug the guy and encourage him to keep trying because maybe, just maybe, Kibum will change his mind one day. But when that thought occurs to Kibum, he knows better than to act on it and lead Minho on or give him the wrong idea.

Because no, Kibum reminds himself, they aren’t compatible.

“I’ll go try this then.” Minho takes the shirts from Kibum’s hands and snaps him out of his thoughts, “Meet you outside the fitting rooms?”

“Sure.”

As he watches Minho walks away, Kibum becomes more certain about his decision.

Friendships last longer than relationships anyway.

Two weeks later, Kibum is reminded that friendships, like any other relationships, require some effort to maintain them. It bothers him that he hasn’t heard from Minho for more than a week. After their shopping date, they managed to stay in contact for a couple of days, on and off, simply chatting about their day and grumbling to each other about work. A day goes by without them talking to each other, and then another before suddenly, it’s been three days since Minho last contacted him.

Kibum’s gut feeling is telling him that something is up and he begins to think that Minho has lied to him about being friends. Maybe Minho is tired of pretending that he’s alright with this when he obviously wants something more than friendship… maybe Minho doesn’t think they can be friends anymore, maybe… maybe Kibum should just talk to Minho and find out why his supposed friend hasn’t talked to him for so long.

It’s 5.23pm when Kibum is distracted at work and grabs his phone to send a message to Minho.

Hey! What have you been up to?

After sending the text, Kibum puts his phone aside and pretends that he doesn’t care about Minho’s reply. Who is he kidding though? If he doesn’t care, he wouldn’t have messaged him in the first place. Luckily, Kibum doesn’t go crazy waiting for Minho’s reply because something crops up at work and he ends up so busy that he forgets about checking his phone.

By the time he reaches home, Kibum is tired and hungry from working overtime, and his only priority is to feed himself, bathe and sleep. He does just that. When he is finally tucked up in bed, Kibum is so sleepy that he’s fighting to keep his eyes open.

It’s 11.08pm when Kibum’s phone buzzes loudly beside his ear and shocks him out of his sleepy state. Feeling slightly more awake, he blindly reaches for his phone and reads the message he has just received.

Sorry, just saw this, I was asleep!

You sleep so early?

No, only tonight. The medicine knocked me out.

You’re sick? How are you feeling now?

A little better. Thanks!

Get well soon!

Yeah, hopefully. I hate being sick. :(

You will, just eat your medicine and have a good rest.

That isn’t enough though… My doctor says I'm lacking Vitamin U.

I think you need to visit the doctor again.

Maybe you could visit me soon?

It’s 11.23pm when Kibum finds himself too sleepy to think right as he sends the final message before tossing his phone aside and calling it a night.

Give me your address and I’ll come to your place after work tomorrow.

Kibum doesn’t know what went over him last night but when he wakes up to Minho’s address on his phone, it’s too late to take back his words. Never mind, Kibum thinks, it’s no big deal. He shouldn’t need to find an excuse and tell Minho that he doesn’t feel like it’s necessary for him to pay a visit. Besides, it’ll be polite and nice of Kibum to visit a friend who is sick and alone in his apartment. Nothing wrong about that… right?

Wrong.

When Minho opens the door with the brightest smile on his face looking as healthy as ever, Kibum starts to doubt everything in life, including Minho, himself, his feelings for Minho as well as the universe’s way to bring them together.

“Hey!” Minho greets cheerfully as he invites Kibum into his home.

“You look fine.” Kibum points out, sounding more upset than happy like he rightfully should be, as he follows Minho inside.

“I am.” Minho admits unabashedly and turns to face Kibum, “Especially since I know I’m going to get a good dose of vitamin U.”

Kibum rolls his eyes, “You really need to stop speaking gibberish.”

“Kiss me if I’m wrong, but you love my pick-up lines, don’t you?”

Kibum looks up to the ceiling, as if asking the gods above what he has done to deserve this, before he looks back down and lets out a huge breath.

“Fuck it.”

With that, Kibum takes a step forward and comes close enough to reach out and hold Minho’s face in his hands before he kisses him full on the lips.

“Happy?”

“Very.”

“Now can you stop with the pick-up lines?”

“Have I succeeded?”

“What do you think?”

“Okay, I’ll stop.”

“Thank god.”

Kibum still believes things will never go as planned for him but at least it has worked out fine this time if the stupid smiles on both of their faces say anything.

Think Before You Cheat; Minho/Key

intaexicated — Sun, 01 Mar 2015 21:45:34 GMT

in which Minho doesn't have the intention to cheat but still gets caught.

Author's Note: for this prompt~ i had fun writing this, and went a little crazy towards the end. lol hope you lovely readers would enjoy the read too~ ^^

“So... I was thinking...”

Accompanied with a soft sultry voice, a bare foot slowly creeps up his leg and Minho is just about ready to leap out of his chair if not for the slight malfunction in his brain. Instead, he doesn’t move an inch, stays rooted in his seat, looking a picture of calm but god knows he’s anything but. It’s a bare table and nothing except, perhaps Minho’s right leg and the low level of lighting, is hiding what is happening under the table. In contrast to the relaxed stance of the lady sitting opposite him, Minho’s whole body is tense and he can even feel cold sweat running down his back. Glancing at the time on his watch, Minho thinks the minute hand has never moved slower.

“Maybe we could head to my place after?”

With a bright smile, his date for the night rests her chin on her hand and gazes at him seductively as she waits for his answer.

Minho forces a polite smile on his face, his mind completely unable to come up with a smart reply when the foot is moving so close to his crotch. It’s just so bloody hard to think when he’s panicking and trying so hard not to flip the table, hoping not to cause a scene at a busy restaurant.

Oh no, Minho curses in his mind, his whole body now frozen, there it is.

The darn foot has finally reached its destination and is now gently resting against his inner thigh. When he feels toes lightly but boldly stroking his manhood, Minho’s smile turns awkward and he discreetly scoots as far back as he can in his seat. It doesn’t help much though since he is pretty much trapped, only having the space to move a few centimetres back.

“How does that sound, gorgeous?”

Finding his throat dry, Minho gulps and wets his lips, deciding it is better if he says something, just anything to stop the toes from rubbing his most sensitive area.

“I...” Minho clears his throat and mutters just one word but it’s enough for the lady to widen her eyes innocently at him.

Minho almost scoffs at her reaction when she’s obviously the complete opposite of innocent considering what’s going on under the table.

It’s a pity he can’t since he’s still pathetically trying to recover his ability to speak and stutter a polite answer to turn her down.

“Look, I think... We should-”

“Minho?”

When a third voice suddenly joins their conversation, Minho wants to thank the heavens for saving him. However, he finds himself hesitating. Minho recognizes the voice; in fact, he is so familiar with the voice that he could recognize it by just a single sound. That’s exactly why he realises there’s nothing worth celebrating because the voice belongs to the last person he wants to meet right now.

“What are you doing here?”

That’s the same question Minho wants to ask the person. He curses under his breath and braces himself for what’s about to come. Looking towards the direction of the voice, Minho meets a pair of familiar eyes filled with a kind of anger he hasn’t seen for the longest time.

“Choi Minho, you... could it be... are you cheating on me?!!”

Before Minho can even answer the question, cold water comes splashing on his face like a slap across his cheek. Water drips from his face and soaks his shirt but Minho couldn’t care less. He immediately stands up and tries to stop the person from leaving, catching him by his arm.

“Kibum, wait-”

“You’re despicable.”

Throwing that sentence behind, Kibum easily pulls his arm out of his grip and storms out of the restaurant. If it isn’t for the manners his mother has taught him and the athletic genes from his father, Minho wouldn’t have wasted precious time just to turn back and apologize to the lady before he leaves. But he does and instantly, he regrets it because the lady who has just recovered from her shock shoots him the dirtiest look ever.

“You’re disgusting.”

Deciding that she’s not even worth his time for an explanation, Minho doesn’t say anything else and heads out of the restaurant without looking back.

Even though he’s delayed by a couple of seconds, Minho still easily spots Kibum a short distance away from the entrance of the restaurant and quickly catches up to him.

“Kibum!” Minho calls out just before he manages to come in front of Kibum and block his path, “I can explain.”

With his hands securely on either side of Kibum’s arms, Minho stops his boyfriend from walking and brings him to the side of the street.

“Baby, please, I-”

Minho finds the words stuck in his throat the moment he properly looks at Kibum and notices the smile that is tugging on the corner of Kibum’s lips.

“Are you... smiling?” Minho stupidly asks, hands slowly sliding off Kibum’s arms.

In the next second, Kibum lets out a laugh that leaves Minho completely confused.

“What the hell is going on?”

Kibum shrugs as he takes a handkerchief out of his back pocket and attempts to dry Minho.

“Lucky I brought this along with me...” Kibum mumbles to himself as he wipes Minho’s face first before drying Minho’s damp fringe, “I wasn’t sure if there was going to be water on the table so I-”

“Stop, stop, stop.” Minho demands as he holds Kibum’s wrist in place, “Rewind and tell me what on earth just happened.”

Taking his hand out of Minho’s grip, Kibum pokes his boyfriend on his chest and shoots a question back at him, “How about you tell me why you kept this matchmaking session a secret from me first?”

Minho frowns, “I didn’t think it was a big deal, Bum.”

“That’s precisely why you should have told me.” Kibum huffs, continuing to wipe Minho dry without being as gentle as before, “Now I’m angry because you lied to me. It’s funny that your mother called our apartment to check if you went for the date though... I took it as a sign to come have a look and maybe entertain myself…”

“Is that why you threw the glass of water at me?” Minho asks disbelievingly.

“That...” Keeping the handkerchief back into his pocket, Kibum admits, “And because I’m nice and decided to save you from that bitch.”

“Kibum.” Minho frowns at his choice of word.

“I know what was going on under that table.” Kibum crosses his arms as he then asks with a smile that causes Minho’s hair to stand, “Did you enjoy the foot job, Choi Minho?”

“Are you kidding me?” Minho literally shivers, “That was the scariest moment of my life.”

“That unpleasant huh?” Kibum smirks.

Minho shakes his head, “Unpleasant is an understatement.”

“Aww... Poor baby.” Kibum coos as he touches Minho’s face gently, “You must be scarred for life.”

Minho catches hold of Kibum’s hand, bringing their interlocked hands back down to their sides, and swings it lightly.

“Help me recover from tonight?”

“No.” Kibum throws another round of cold water on Minho, this time in the literal sense, “You deserve to suffer.”

“I was molested, Kibum.” Minho says in all seriousness, “Plus I’m all wet from that glass of water you threw on me. Don’t I deserve some love?”

“You’re exaggerating.”

As if on cue, Minho sneezes just after Kibum finishes speaking.

“See?” Sniffing, Minho points at his nose, “I’m not joking.”

Kibum frowns, “We should get home then.”

“That…” Minho agrees before he goes on to add, “And you’ll have to warm me up too.”

Kibum softens up as he reaches out and feels how cold Minho’s shirt is.

“Alright alright, I’ll prepare a warm bath for you. Happy?”

“That depends…” Minho considers Kibum’s idea for a quick second, “Will you be inside?”

“Minho.”

“You’re the one who threw water on me.”

“If I get in the bath with you, will you stop harping on that?”

Minho nods.

“Alright, deal.” Kibum decides, “Let’s get back to our place then, gorgeous.”

Minho frowns, “Exactly how long were you spying on me?”

Kibum simply smiles as he takes a step towards Minho and closes the distance between them. Just when their lips are about to touch, Kibum stops; and in the next moment, Minho feels his boyfriend’s hand on his crotch.

Minho’s eyes widen at the same time Kibum smirks at him.

“Long enough to know that this…” Kibum pats his crotch lightly, “-only responds to me.”

Yours and His; Onew/Minho/Key

intaexicated — Tue, 24 Feb 2015 20:29:52 GMT

Minho wants Kibum to meet the third party in their relationship.

Author's Note: for this prompt. woohoo here's yet another fluffy ot3 fic. thanks for finding your way here lovely readers. i hope you enjoy the oneshot! (:

Like most things, it starts with curiosity.

They’re home from a dinner date one night in September; Kibum is lazing on the bed in their room while Minho gets ready to head to the attached bathroom for a quick shower. As he empties his pockets just before taking off his pants, Minho pulls out a flyer he remembers receiving during lunch hour and stuffing into his back pocket. He flattens out the now crumpled paper and finally takes a good look at it.

“What’s this?” Minho mutters to himself.

“What’s what?” Kibum looks towards Minho, wondering what his boyfriend is mumbling about.

After a few seconds of reading the flyer, Minho laughs and scrunches it into a ball before throwing it Kibum’s way.

“Nothing, it’s just some online dating site.” Minho simply explains and then says just before he steps into the shower, “Throw it away for me, Bum.”

But Kibum doesn’t.

When Minho returns from his shower and joins his boyfriend in bed, he finds Kibum with his laptop and the flyer right next to him. Funnily enough, the flyer is straightened out again and doesn’t look like it’s going into the rubbish bin any time soon.

“What are you doing?”

“Hey baby,” Kibum turns his laptop towards Minho and points at the screen, “If you could pick someone to date here, who would it be?”

Minho glances at the search results found on the site and raises an eyebrow at his boyfriend, “Is this a trick question?”

Kibum laughs and punches Minho lightly on his arm, “I’m being serious.”

“Really?” Minho asks, becoming serious himself, “Because serious to me means I will go ahead with asking the person I pick out on a date.”

Kibum pauses for a moment, seemingly thinking through Minho’s statement, before he gives a decisive nod.

“Yeah, why not?” Kibum smiles, “Let’s do it. We each pick someone off this site and go on a date with them.

“Kibum…” Minho has his reservations.

“We’ve been together for what, five years?” Kibum asks and continues when Minho nods, “I mean, I love you, so much, and you know you won’t ever lose me… but let’s give each other a chance to get to know more people?”

An amused smile grows on Minho’s face.

“Should I be flattered that you trust me this much to allow me to date someone else or should I be afraid because you want to date someone else?”

“Both?” Kibum answers with a laugh, “I don’t know, I just think we can spice things up a bit?”

Minho falls silent as he thinks through Kibum’s suggestion.

Kibum places his hand on Minho’s thigh and strokes him softly, “I won’t do it if you don’t want to, Minho. We can forget that I brought this up and just laugh it off…”

Minho catches Kibum’s hand and holds it tightly in his before he takes in a deep breath and says, “As long as I don’t lose you…”

“You won’t.” Kibum assures as he squeezes Minho’s hand, “Ever… at least for this lifetime, you’re stuck with me. So if you ever feel like you are, just tell me, and we’ll call everything off.”

With a smile, Minho nods and brings Kibum’s hand to his lips for a hand-kiss.

“Alright, let’s get back into the dating scene then.”

It’s February when Minho decides to truly spice up their relationship. Six months of dating someone else besides each other and it boils down to this; like always, it begins with a question.

“Kibum, are you free for dinner tomorrow?” Minho speaks close to Kibum’s ear as he hugs him from behind while his partner makes a cup of coffee for himself.

“Yeah, why?” Kibum answers distractedly as he pours hot water into his mug.
Minho kisses the side of Kibum’s head and smiles against his skin, “We should go out together.”

“We as in…?” Kibum questions while stirring his coffee.

“Me, you… and him.”

In an instant, Kibum stops stirring his favourite drink, lets go of the teaspoon and turns around in Minho’s arms, coming face to face with his boyfriend.

Staring at Minho incredulously, Kibum wants to ask if he has lost his mind. It’s crazy enough that they’re seeing someone outside of their relationship; it’s even crazier if Minho wants him to meet the other man in his life.

“Don’t look at me like that.” Minho smiles helplessly.

“Why?” Kibum calmly asks, the question vague, but Minho knows exactly what he’s asking.

“It’s almost half a year since I started dating him, Kibum.” Minho shares his thoughts, “I honestly don’t know where this relationship is going but I’d like if you could meet him.”

“You’re not answering my question.” Kibum frowns.

“Come on, Kibummie…” Minho attempts to plead as he tightens his hug around Kibum, “It’ll be fun, trust me.”

Kibum falls silent, biting his bottom lip while considering Minho’s wish.

“I know we agreed not to talk about relationships outside of ours but don’t tell me you aren’t even a tiny bit curious about the other guy…”

Knowing Minho is coming close to convincing him to go on the date, Kibum sighs, “Does this mean I have to arrange for you to meet my other boyfriend too?”

“That’s up to you.” Minho says with a shrug, “I won’t force you to do anything you’re uncomfortable with…”

“So if I say no to meeting your boyfriend?”

“Then I guess it won’t happen.” Minho leans closer to kiss Kibum on his lips before he continues, “But I’ll let you think about it. When you’ve decided, let me know.”

With that, Minho releases Kibum from the hug and pats his butt lightly.

“Drink your coffee before it gets cold, love.” Minho smiles, “I’ll be in the room if you need me.”

Talk about being in a pickle.

At this moment in time, Kibum is torn between letting curiosity get the better of him and retaining his sanity.

Eventually, curiosity killed the cat. Kibum has half a mind to stand up and leave the restaurant but Minho’s hand on his thigh is keeping him securely in place. 15 minutes early for their dinner date, they’re sitting side by side at a table for three, with Minho purposely leaving the seat directly opposite Kibum empty.

“Relax, Bum.” Minho chuckles as he squeezes Kibum’s thigh under the table,

“You’re too tense.”

Kibum narrows his eyes at his boyfriend, “This is all your fault.”

“I’m not the one who said yes.”

Kibum groans, “I don’t really like you right now.”

“It’s okay, I still love you like I always have.”

Before Kibum can smack the smile off Minho’s face, they’re interrupted with the sound of someone clearing their throat. Both Kibum and Minho look up, expecting to find a waiter asking them if they are ready to order, but finds someone else standing there with a bright smile on his face.

“Jinki hyung!”

It’s Kibum who greets the person joining them at their table while Minho just smiles and purposely keeps silent, allowing the two to interact.

“Hi baby,” Jinki says as he settles down in the seat opposite Kibum, “Long time no see.”

“What are you saying, old man?” Kibum creases his eyebrows in confusion, “I just saw you two nights- Wait a minute. Why are you sitting down?”

“Because this seat is for me?” Jinki kindly offers as an explanation as he shares a smile with Minho.

Kibum’s eyes travel from Minho to Jinki, the former his boyfriend of 5 years while the latter his boyfriend of 5 months, and then back again before everything suddenly clicks.

“Have you been two-timing me with my boyfriend all this while?!” Kibum glares at Jinki.

Minho bursts out laughing while Jinki’s expression clearly shows how he has never felt more wronged in his life.

“Hey! I’m not the only one two-timing here… Minho yah,” Jinki lets out a breath as he turns to the man sitting beside Kibum, “Do something about your boyfriend.”

“He’s yours too.” Minho manages to say in between laughs.

“You’ve known him longer than I have.” Jinki argues.

“So?” Minho retorts with a smile, “That doesn’t mean you love him any less…”

“Stop!”

Minho and Jinki obediently quieten down as they turn their attention to Kibum.

“Both of you owe me an explanation.”

Minho and Jinki share a look with each other.

Impatient as always, Kibum decides to get the ball rolling, “Whose idea is this?”

Almost simultaneously, Minho and Jinki point at each other.

“Who am I dating?” Kibum sighs out loud, looking up to the ceiling and reflecting on his life choices, “Kids? No scratch that, kids are more mature than the both of you.”

“To be fair, Kibum, we really did come up with the idea at around the same time.” Jinki decides to act his age as he reaches across the table to hold Kibum’s hand, “We never wanted to keep you in the dark for long.”

“Yeah, we thought this would be a nice surprise for you.” Minho proudly reveals with a smile, “Better than the surprise we went through ourselves.”

“Surprise, yes.” Kibum replies, looking at both Minho and Jinki, “Nice? I’m still undecided on that.”

“Isn’t this the perfect scenario though?” Minho can’t help but ask, “When I found out we’ve been dating the same person all this while, and that it’s Jinki hyung of all people, I thought life couldn’t get better. Even when we fall in love with someone else, we fall for the same person. It’s amazing, isn’t it, Kibum?”

“Don’t you hate the way he talks sometimes?” Ignoring Minho, Kibum directs the question to Jinki.

Jinki laughs, looking down as he nods.

“Hey!” Minho is offended, “I’m right here.”

“I know you are, baby.” Kibum uses his free hand to touch Minho’s face as he finally smiles and looks at the two men he’s very much in love with.

“I guess this could work…”

“What could?”

Even though he knows what Kibum is talking about, Minho still wants to hear it out loud.

“Us three.” Kibum says, “This love triangle of ours… that’s why you both wanted us to have dinner together right? So we can all be together without having to date one another separately…”

“You have to admit this is nice right?” Jinki squeezes Kibum’s hand, “How relieved and happy are you now that you know it’s me who Minho wants you to meet?”

Jinki’s question is a no brainer for Kibum, so much so that he doesn’t even need to answer it out loud for both Jinki and Minho to know his answer. The smile that appears on Kibum’s face is certainly the only answer his boyfriends need from him.

“Exactly.” Jinki grins, satisfied.

“I have one last question though.”

Just when Minho and Jinki think everything is more or less settled, Kibum has them both on edge all over again.

“What is it?” Minho asks on behalf of both of them.

“I’m sure you’d agree when I ask Jinki hyung…” Kibum says to Minho first before he turns to Jinki and pops the most important question, “When can you move in?”

Day 45; Minho/Key

intaexicated — Wed, 18 Feb 2015 17:11:26 GMT

It's all about clichés on Valentine's Day.

Author's Note: for this prompt~ posting the drabble way late because i got lazy with cross posting it to lj. but finally, for those who haven't read it, here it is! it's nothing much, just something i wrote really quick when i was half awake but i hope you enjoy the fluff! (:

Lunch breaks usually consist of Kibum meeting up with his boyfriend and three of their close friends at their usual round table in the cafeteria. Today is no different… except for the fact that Jonghyun is looking like a joke with a sticker the size of his forehead on his black sweater. It doesn’t help that Jinki and Taemin are doing nothing to stop Jonghyun from embarrassing himself.

“I don’t need a lover?” Kibum raises his eyebrow as he sits across Jonghyun and reads out the words printed on the large sticker, “Seriously, hyung?”

“I mean every word.” Jonghyun nods and repeats out loud as he points at the sticker, “I. Don’t. Need. A. Lover.”

Kibum sighs dramatically and looks pointedly at his other two friends who are sitting on either side of Jonghyun and sniggering among themselves.

“Can one of you just date him already? I don’t care who, just anyone of you, or better yet, the both of you, please just save Jjong before his loneliness drives him even crazier.”

While Taemin laughs harder, Jinki at least has the decency to blush but Jonghyun isn’t having any of it. His face hardens and he gives Kibum a stare.

“This is me protesting against Valentine’s Day.” Jonghyun explains rather proudly.

“You can try to match make us all you like, Kibum hyung, but Jjong loves being single.” Taemin butts in, “He’s enjoying life like this.”

“Exactly.” Jonghyun grins at the maknae, thankful that at least someone in their group understands him.

“But enough about me.” Jonghyun turns the attention away from himself and places the focus on his best friend, “Where’s your favourite accessory, Kibummie?”

Instinctively, Kibum anxiously looks at his left hand and checks if his promise ring is still on his finger. He heaves a little sigh of relief when he sees that it’s still there before glaring at Jonghyun in the next second.

“Not funny.” Kibum says sternly, “Don’t do that again.”

“I wasn’t referring to that…” Jonghyun replies, “I meant the one that breathes.”

When a look of confusion appears on Kibum’s face, the oldest among them comes to his rescue.

“He’s asking about Minho…” Jinki explains before he points somewhere behind Kibum, “But you don’t have to answer that, I see- well, I can’t exactly see him but… yeah.”

As if Jinki doesn’t already sound like he’s making any sense, the amused smile on the eldest’s face makes Kibum even more puzzled. It doesn’t help when Jonghyun and Taemin suddenly catch on and immediately burst out laughing, both of their eyes now looking past Kibum.

Curious, Kibum turns back and unexpectedly finds himself looking at a giant teddy bear whose face is even bigger than his.

“What the hell is-”

“Happy Valentine’s, Kibummie!”

Kibum’s eyes travel up the bear’s face, past a long slender neck with two Adam’s apples before he meets his boyfriend’s eyes.

“I love you beary much?” Minho attempts to say but ends up laughing as he then magically pulls a box of what is obviously chocolates out of nowhere and gives it to Kibum, “So much that I got you your favourite chocolates as well.”

Completely surprised, Kibum stares at the chocolates in his hands, then at the teddy bear before finally looking at Minho again.

“Don’t tell me there’s more.”

There’s a sudden twinkle in Minho’s eyes.

“How did you know?” Minho acts surprised, “I bought your favourite flowers too but I didn’t have enough hands so they’re still in my car.”

“Oh my god, Choi Minho.”

Kibum doesn’t have to turn back to know his three friends are having the time of their lives watching them.

“I know, I know. You love me, don’t you?” Minho winks.

“I do,” Kibum breathes out, “But-”

“You can thank me later,” Not needing to hear the rest of Kibum’s sentence, Minho interrupts with a grin as he sits beside his Valentine, pushing the teddy bear into Kibum’s lap before whispering in his ear, “When we’re back in your room.”

Happy but embarrassed, Kibum finds himself absolutely defeated by Minho. Rendered speechless, he decides to hide his face behind the teddy bear until lunch is over and let his thick-skinned boyfriend deal with their friends.

“Urgh, get a room.” Jonghyun teases with mock disgust.

“We will,” Minho happily answers, “After we’re done with class.”

“Ew, gross, the images!” Taemin pretends to gag, “Thanks hyung, I just lost my appetite.”

Of course, it isn’t complete until Jinki says something as well.

“Kibum, don’t you find it beary hard to breathe?”

Just like that, everyone including Kibum ends up laughing.

As he finally looks up and takes in the smiling faces of the people he loves, Kibum thinks that maybe this is what Valentine’s Day is all about.

Accidentally Together; Minho/Key

intaexicated — Thu, 12 Feb 2015 09:07:45 GMT

in which a car accident brings Minho and Kibum together.

Author's Note: based on this. i'm really not supposed to be writing but when i received the prompt, i just got so inspired and ended up writing 2600+ words. while i was close to finishing this fic, i started getting worried because it felt like I’ve either already written something like this or read it from another author before? but i just can't figure out why this fic feels so familiar... :/ if you guys notice any similarities, please do let me know. apart from that, i do hope that i did the prompt justice and you'll enjoy the read. thanks for clicking your way here~ feedback and comments are always appreciated. they'll encourage me to write more and more~ ❤

ps: there's only just a little bit of jongyu so don't expect too much. ^^;;

Minho may enjoy exercising on a daily basis but that doesn’t mean he likes taking walks at 2 in the morning. He would rather be sleeping soundly or at least be lazing in bed. However, the twenty three year old is left with no choice when the walls are thin and his roommate has his boyfriend over for the night. True, Minho loves his hyung-deul, and thinks Jinki and Jonghyun make the cutest couple, but trust him, he has no wish to learn about their sex life. After all, there is only so much one can take of hearing your close friends being so vocal during sex.

It’s been half an hour since Minho left the apartment, scandalized, with nothing but his phone. This, he realises, when his phone rings. About to cross a road, Minho waits at the traffic light as he pulls his phone out of his pocket and sees the caller display before he glances at the time on the screen. It’s 2.35am and Jinki, his roommate, is calling.

“Yes, Hyung?”

Minho answers the call just as the green man comes on. He decides to wait for the next one instead since the phone call will more or less decide the next step he’ll take.

“Minho, why aren’t you at home?”

“Do you really want me to answer that?”

“Is there a reason you can’t?”

Amused by Jinki’s cluelessness, Minho laughs and is about to return a witty reply when a loud screeching noise momentarily deafens him. Instantly, he looks towards the direction of the sound and sees a car speeding off.

But that’s not all.

Minho also spots a figure lying in the middle of the road, just a few meters away from him. The streets are dimly lit but a few seconds of staring is enough to alert Minho that the figure is unconscious.

“Minho?” Jinki’s voice sounds in his ear, “Minho yah, you there?”

“Shit hyung.” Minho snaps out of his shock, “What’s the number to call for an ambulance?”

“What? Why? Are you alright?”

“I’m alright but I think I just witnessed a hit and run.”

It shouldn’t be any of his business after he gives his statement to the police but Minho finds himself visiting the hospital every day since the car accident. The victim, as he finds out, has suffered a blow to his head but thankfully, other than that, his injuries aren’t life-threatening.

Apart from the scrapes and bruises that cover his face and body, Minho learns from the attending doctor that the victim is lucky to have escaped with a mild traumatic brain injury. With that, he returns home shell-shocked and more exhausted than he thinks he should be, mind reeling from the fact that he is the sole eyewitness of a hit and run.

The day after the accident, Minho meets the victim’s parents when he enters the ward and finds out two things.

The victim’s name is Kim Kibum.

He hasn’t regained consciousness.

Also, Minho ends up introducing himself to the parents and is met with puzzled but grateful expressions when he explains he doesn’t know their son personally and is just a passer-by who called for the ambulance. It’s an awkward situation for Minho. Although he understands that there’s no need for him show this much concern towards a stranger, Minho still comes back the next day; his decision made more certain when he hears that the parents work in Daegu and can only visit their son at night.

Sacrificing his third lunch hour in a row, Minho appears in the ward without fail for the nth time that week (Minho has lost count of how many days it has been since the accident), sitting on the chair next to Kibum’s bed as usual, and wonders about three things as he looks at the sleeping young man with a bandage around his head.

What is taking so long for this Kibum fellow to wake up?

Why is he even at the hospital?

When will he stop visiting?

45 minutes past and Minho returns to the office with only one question answered. The day he’ll stop visiting is the day he finds out Kibum has regained consciousness.

“Going to the hospital even on a Saturday, Minho?” Jinki asks as he passes a mug of coffee to his roommate and begins making another cup for his boyfriend who is currently in the shower.

“Thanks, Jinki hyung.” Coming into the open kitchen, Minho mutters as he takes the mug and drinks a mouthful before he continues talking, “Is it weird that I am?”

“A little?” Jinki replies honestly, “I mean I get that you’ll feel more assured knowing the guy has recovered but Minho, you can’t exactly walk him through his entire road to recovery.”

“I’m not-”

Jinki raises an eyebrow and interrupts Minho, “Knowing you, you’ll feel inclined to. You’re just too nice.”

“His family isn’t in Seoul, hyung.” Minho explains.

“That doesn’t mean his family doesn’t have plans to take care of him once he’s discharged.” Jinki points out.

Minho shrugs, “I’ll visit today and see how things go.”

“Are you going to the hospital again?”

Both Minho and Jinki turn to the direction of the third voice and sees Jonghyun walking towards them while drying his hair with a towel.

“Maybe we should come too…” Jonghyun says as he comes to stand behind Jinki, placing the towel around his neck before resting his chin on his boyfriend’s shoulder, “I feel bad. If it wasn’t for us, you wouldn’t have witnessed the accident in the first place.”

Finishing up his coffee, Minho puts his mug into the sink and lets out a breath.

“I’ll let you deal with him.” Minho says to Jinki before he waves goodbye to the couple, “Please try not to wreck the apartment while I’m away, hyung.”

He doesn’t know who he’s directing his plea to but it doesn’t really matter as long as they both hear him loud and clear.

It feels different when Minho steps into the ward on a Saturday and sits in the chair beside Kibum’s bed. It may be because he’s visiting on a weekend morning instead of the usual weekday afternoon but Minho knows it’s mostly because of the conversation he had with Jinki earlier. It’s making Minho feel that he really shouldn’t visit anymore.

Jinki’s right. There’s no saying when it’s a good time to put a stop to this. Things aren’t clear cut at all. What’s more, it’ll be even harder to walk away once Kibum wakes up and sees him. There’ll just be so much explaining to do. Whether he stops visiting now or later, Minho will always be left thinking about the guy he called an ambulance for at the back of his mind. And so, he makes the decision to stand up and leave.

That’s what his mind tells him but his body isn’t listening.

All of a sudden, Minho finds himself stuck in his seat when his eyes meet a pair of eyes that he is seeing for the very first time.

When a smile reaches those pair of eyes, Minho’s lips part in surprise.

“Hi.”

Lips move and Minho finally hears how Kibum’s voice sounds like.

“I’m guessing you’re the boyfriend I’ve heard so much about from the nurses?” Kibum can’t stop himself from babbling once he sees Minho, “They say you visit me every day… even more than my parents.”

“You’re awake.” Minho finally says, recovering from his shock, obviously a beat too slow.

Kibum gives a small nod, “Since yesterday. I woke up in the late afternoon.”

Minho nods slowly, still trying to take in all that he has heard so far. And when it eventually hits him that Kibum has referred to him as his boyfriend, Minho chokes on air.

“Wait- what?” Minho stutters as he points at himself, “B- boyfriend?! Me?!”

“Yes.” Kibum smiles giddily, somewhat in his own world, perhaps a little star struck that his supposed boyfriend is this good-looking, “Is our relationship supposed to be a secret? The nurses have been really kind so don’t worry about what people would say.”

“Kibum, I-”

“Is that how you call me?” Kibum smiles, “Or do we have pet names for each other?”

Before Minho can react, Kibum’s smile disappears and a pout form on his lips.

“I’m sorry, I can’t believe I forgot your name too.”

There’s sadness in Kibum’s eyes that makes Minho speak before he can even think about the consequences.

“It’s okay, don’t be sorry. It’s not your fault.” Minho consoles, reaching out to squeeze Kibum’s hand, before he introduces himself, “I’m Minho. Choi Minho.”

“Minho…” Kibum repeats, liking the way Minho’s name rolls off his tongue, before he asks excitedly, “So? How did we meet?”

The anticipation on Kibum’s face leaves Minho in a dilemma. He’s at a complete loss as to what he should do in a situation like this. Clearly, Kibum has gotten the wrong idea but when Minho is almost certain Kibum is suffering from some type of amnesia, he doesn’t have the heart to tell him the truth. However, he doesn’t want to lie either.

Minho’s silence puts both Kibum and himself on edge. It’s obvious in the way Kibum suddenly looks both nervous and scared as he swallows hard and asks another question.

“Did… Did something happen to us?” Kibum bites his bottom lip, looking heartbroken, “Are we no longer together?”

“No, it’s not that…” Minho shakes his head, worried about the wave of emotions he’s obviously causing Kibum to feel, “Look, Kibum… I don’t know how to put this…”

“Don’t tell me.” Kibum closes his eyes.

“Wh- what?” Minho gulps.

“If it isn’t good news, I don’t want to know.” Kibum says, looking away from Minho and at the wall in front of him, “Since I’ve already forgotten about you… about us… then I think it’s best if you leave.”

This is Minho’s chance to escape and so, he takes it, but not before leaving an apology behind.

“I’m sorry. I’m just not who you think I am.” Minho stands up and bows, “Get well soon, Kibum. I’m glad you’re alright.”

The moment he steps out of the ward, Minho regrets ending things the way he has. If only he knew how to handle the situation better. For now, Minho can only feel sorry as he walks away. At this point in time, it’s useless going back into the ward until he figures out what’s the right thing to do.

“Stop blaming yourself, Minho.” Jonghyun plops himself next to Minho on the sofa and squeezes his shoulder in hopes of making Minho feel better, “You just panicked. It’s normal.”

“Jjong’s right.” Jinki says, sitting on the other side of Minho, “No one knows how to deal with a situation like that. Don’t be so hard on yourself.”

“Yeah…” Jonghyun shrugs as he thinks out loud, “It must have been scary enough for the guy when he woke up not remembering part of his life.”

“After I left like that, he must be even more confused right now.” Minho lets out a breath and shakes his head, “I should have just told him the truth.”

Jinki doesn’t say anything but he nods and that gives Minho enough reason to get off the sofa.

“Hey, where are you going?” Jonghyun asks on Jinki’s behalf too as they watch Minho put his jacket back on, “Minho, you only just got back from the-”

“Hospital.”

Minho simply answers and he’s out of the apartment for the second time that day.

It hasn’t even been two hours since he left and Minho is back in the ward sitting beside Kibum who is staring at him like he has grown two heads. But before he can say anything, Kibum breaks the silence.

“You’re not my boyfriend.”

Minho is caught off guard by Kibum’s straightforwardness so it takes him a few seconds before he replies with a nod.

“I’m not.”

“Well…” Kibum pauses for a moment before he shrugs, “You could be.”

“Sorry?”

“You seem decent.”

“I’m just the person who called the ambulance for you.” Minho deadpans.

“So you saved my life?” Understanding dawns on Kibum as he goes on to say rather cheekily, “Does that make you my knight in shining armour?”

Unlike Kibum, Minho is dead serious.

“I’m the sole witness to your accident.”

“Are you?” Kibum takes in the information and ponders out loud, “Well, that would make me even more indebted to you… especially if the driver gets caught.”

Minho begins taking a good look at Kibum.

Upon noticing that Kibum is on a drip, Minho can’t help but ask, “Are you high on something?”

Kibum rolls his eyes, “I may have a concussion, and well, can’t remember some stuff but that doesn’t mean I’m stupid.”

“I’m not saying you’re stupid,” Minho frowns, “I’m just worried-”

“You see, that’s the problem.” Kibum interrupts, frustrated, “I’m nobody to you but you worry too much about me.”

Urgent to explain himself, Minho finds himself being influenced by Kibum’s words earlier and ends up voicing the first thought that comes into his mind.

“We could be something…?”

It’s a statement that surprises both Kibum and himself, so much so that Minho quickly changes his tone at the end to make it sound more like a question. Still, it does little to affect what these words combined together could potentially imply.

When Kibum smiles at him suggestively (very much on purpose), something tells Minho that their lives just got a little more intertwined.

Minho’s intuition is spot on. He tries to stay away from the hospital, even goes as far as rudely tagging along with Jinki and Jonghyun on their dates, but somehow, he always finds himself visiting Kibum day after day and helping him through his recovery.

They talk, they argue (a lot), they tease, they laugh, they cry (when Kibum gets frustrated about his memory loss), they get to know each other well enough to be friends… and, as cliché as it sounds, maybe something more.

It’s about a week after the car accident when the police finally tracks down the driver and charges him for his criminal offence. And as the Chinese saying goes, good things come in pairs; so around the same time that week, Kibum hears more good news, which, of course, he shares with Minho.

“So the doctor says I can go home tomorrow…” Kibum casually reveals to his daily visitor as he picks out an orange from a fruits basket and begins peeling it.

Minho is just about to take a bite of an apple when he stops all movement.

“Oh.”

“Really?” Kibum’s eyes are fixed on Minho, “That’s it?”

Staring at the apple in his hands, Minho fidgets awkwardly in his seat as he tries to figure out how to tell Kibum that he doesn’t want this to be the last time they’re seeing each other without sounding like an idiot.

Kibum decides to be nice and give Minho the chance to say something but he really doesn’t have the patience to wait. Eventually, Kibum lets out an audible sigh and extends his hand, palm up, to Minho.

Minho shoots him a puzzled look.

“Your phone.”

Obediently, Minho takes his phone out of his pocket and places it on Kibum’s hand.

“Are you giving me your number?” Minho asks dumbly.

“Nope… I don’t know if my number is still in use since my phone got destroyed during the accident.” Kibum mutters as he focuses on typing on Minho’s phone, “I’ll give you something better though.”

“What is it?”

“My home address.”

“What?”

“We should meet… outside the hospital.” Kibum says as he returns the phone to Minho with a smile, “What do you think?”

“I think…” Minho pauses for dramatic effect and gives Kibum a smile, “I’m going to lose my mind planning our first date.”

Six Nights Later; Minho/Key

intaexicated — Tue, 10 Feb 2015 17:06:32 GMT

in which Kibum welcomes Minho home after a week apart.

Author's Note: inspired by Minho returning back to Seoul after a week in India. basically, this is what i think about when procrastinating. i shouldn't be here but i just had to get this nonsensical fluff out of my head so i can concentrate on what's important. enjoy the fluff lovely readers! ^^

It may be just another day in February but it feels like Christmas morning to Kibum the moment he wakes up. It takes a while for him to get out of bed but once his feet land on the floor, he’s shuffling out of his room and into the room directly opposite his as if he’s rushing to open the presents under the Christmas tree.

As soon as Kibum opens the door and sees the all-too-familiar lump on the bed which has been empty for the past 6 nights, a smile spreads across his face.

Finally.

Minho’s home.

Kibum knows he should let Minho have a good sleep but he can’t bring himself to leave the room. Minho’s packed schedule has kept them apart for days, almost a week, so although Kibum did enjoy the first few days of me-time, he still thinks one week is too much time away from each other. After all, there’s a reason why he has a boyfriend.

Kibum is torn between being thoughtful and selfish. He understands that he really shouldn’t be bothering Minho now but when he remembers that his busy bandmate will have to leave for Music Core in the early afternoon, Kibum ends up squeezing himself on what little space is left on Minho’s bed. It’s a challenge to fit two people on a single bed but Kibum manages to make room for himself by gently pushing Minho backwards, closer to the wall.

Obviously, that stirs Minho awake. Just when Kibum is feeling a little sorry for disturbing his sleep and thinks he should wriggle his way off the bed, Minho moves his arm out from under the covers and throws it across Kibum’s waist.

With his eyes still closed, Minho’s lips barely moves as he mumbles, “Stay.”

Kibum smiles apologetically and squeezes Minho’s face between his hands.

“Morning stranger.”

A smile tugs on the corner of Minho’s lips as he peeks an eye open before he slowly opens both eyes.

“Was I away for that long?”

“6 days.” Kibum replies and emphasizes, “That’s 6 whole days of your life I wasn’t a part of.”

“Aww…” Minho coos, “You missed me that much?”

“Life was boring.” Kibum says instead.

Minho laughs under his breath, “I missed you too.”

Kibum raises an eyebrow, “Are we having the same conversation right now?”

“At least we’re having a conversation.”

“Actually, you should be sleeping.” Kibum says before it hits him that he’s the reason why Minho is awake in the first place, “Sorry I woke you up.”

“It’s alright,” Minho assures as he brings Kibum closer, “I can sleep better now.”

“Wait, don’t go back to sleep just yet.” Kibum says before Minho can close his eyes again.

“Hmm?”

“I was wondering… Do you wanna do something together later? After you get back from Music Core?”

Minho smiles, “Did you even have to ask?”

“I don’t know,” Kibum frowns, “You’re so busy these days and-”

“I’m free to go out with you, Kibummie.” Minho cuts Kibum off and spells things out for his boyfriend, “Or stay in… Whatever it is, I’m all yours.”

“Great.” Kibum grins as he reaches out and gently puts his hand over Minho’s eyes, “Now you can sleep.”

When Minho grabs hold of his hand and holds it to his heart as he goes back to sleep, everything just feels right again.

Life is back to normal.

And as he watches Minho fall asleep, Kibum begins to understand why Minho refused to let him out of his sight the day he got back from Hawaii.

The Ball Is Round; Minho/Key

intaexicated — Mon, 02 Feb 2015 21:57:55 GMT

No one knows why star basketball player Choi Minho is taking a class in Contemporary Art but the professor who's teaching the class will attempt to find out why.

Author's Note: inspired by this. this is really something out of the blue, and probably needs a backstory first but i've been wanting to write this for the longest time and didn't know where to start so voilà, i just decided to go straight into things. ^^;; it's an age gap/difference fic so for your reference, i imagined the professor to look like this. i hope you'll like this fic as much as i loved writing it. thanks for finding your way here~ enjoy dear readers! ｡◕‿◕｡

Choi Minho. Age twenty three. Tall, Dark, Handsome. Captain of Konkuk University’s basketball team. Named one of 10 must-watch college basketball players in 2014/2015.

Needless to say, Minho’s popularity is a given. Yet, as well liked as he is, he doesn’t have many friends. In fact, little is known about his life off the basketball court. A man of few words, Minho hates socializing, preferring to lie low and stick to the friends he has known before he got “famous”. Why the inverted commas, you may ask? Well, Minho doesn’t actually think he’s famous. In fact, he sees himself as an average college student who just so happens to play basketball a little better than his peers; but when there are people willing to sneak around just to get his class schedule, the reality hits him that he’s almost half celebrity.

In such circumstances, it’s impossible to go unnoticed in campus. That’s why, when star basketball player Choi Minho sets foot in the College of Art & Design and attends the first lecture of ‘Introduction to Contemporary Art’, everyone in the class including the professor does a double take. It isn’t just because it’s Minho; it’s also because no one in the right mind would expect an athlete to take up an elective in Art.

Like all the students in class, the professor wants to know why Minho has chosen to register for his course. Luckily for him, he has the authority to question and perhaps guide Minho to the right path. If Minho thinks his class is an easy way to earn course credits, he’ll have him know how demanding the course is going to be. And so, as soon as the introductory lecture ends, the Art professor requests to have a few words with the basketballer.

Taking his time to keep his belongings as the rest of the students leave the classroom curious, Minho is more than happy to stay back and speak to his professor privately. God knows that’s all he needs in his life – privacy.

Silence fills the art studio as Minho is left alone with his professor who, he notices, is trying to hide his nervousness. Smiling, Minho leaves his seat and walks towards the front of the studio until he’s standing a small but comfortable distance away from his teacher who is now half sitting on the edge of his table.

“Choi Minho.”

Minho holds back a laugh as he acknowledges with a nod, “Professor Kim.”

Letting out a breath, the older man, Professor Kim, dressed attractively in an all-black outfit with his hair gorgeously sleeked back, puts the class list aside and looks up to meet Minho’s eyes.

“How do I not know you’re registered for this course?”

“I only managed to add it into my schedule this morning.” Minho smugly admits.

“Are you out of your mind?!” In a blink of an eye, Professor Kim loses his cool, “You don’t even like art!”

Unlike his professor, Minho is a picture of calm.

“Who are you to decide my interests?” Minho asks, amused.

“Choi Minho, I swear-”

“Alright fine, you’re right.” Minho coolly admits as he steps closer to the older man, “I may not like art… but I like you. Well, love, actually, but yeah.”

The professor shakes his head disbelievingly, “You’ve lost your mind.”

As Minho closes the distance between them, Professor Kim suddenly regrets leaning against his desk because that gives him absolutely no room to back away.

“Has it been too long that you’ve forgotten about the condition I gave when you entered this university?” The professor asks, just about ready to panic, when Minho comes too close for comfort, "We agreed to not have anything to do with each other on campus."

Minho shrugs before placing his hands on either side of the professor, easily trapping him against the desk.

“It’s been three years since then, you can’t blame me, Prof.”

“You saw me this morning, you brat.” Professor Kim leans back just to put some distance between them, “Heck, you see me every day! How could you have forgotten?”

“Whatever, you can’t do anything about it anyway.” With a wink, Minho smirks, “I’m officially registered for this course.”

“I can kick you out.” Professor Kim threatens.

“On what grounds?”

“Absent from class without valid excuse.” The professor easily replies, “You know how our university is with attendance…”

The student narrows his eyes, “You wouldn’t.”

“I would.” The professor retorts and places his hands on Minho’s chest to push him away, “In fact, let me send an email right now.”

“No.” Minho grabs Professor’s Kim waist, holding him back in place, and stops him from doing anything which will ruin his plans, “You aren’t going anywhere.”

“Hands off, Minho.” The older man tries to move Minho’s hands away but the student’s grip on him only tightens, “We’re on campus for heaven’s sake!”

Wrapping an arm around the professor’s waist, Minho shows no respect for his teacher and hugs him closer.

“Let me take your class this semester and I’ll let you go.”

“This isn’t funny, Minho.” Gritting his teeth, Professor Kim struggles to push Minho off him, “Let. Go.”

Minho leans closer until his forehead is against the professor’s and his lips are just about to brush against his.

“Don’t kick me out of your class then.”

“No can do.” The professor remains unfazed.

“Say yes or else...” Minho uses his knee to spread Professor Kim’s legs apart and begins rocking against him, creating a delicious friction that makes it hard for the older man to breathe.

The professor settles his hands on Minho’s shoulders and squeezes his student, not even sure if he’s trying to hold him away or closer.

“Min... Ho...”

“Say yes.”

“You’re such a child.”

“Wrong answer.”

Minho increases the pressure and quickens the pace.

“I won’t…” The professor gulps, his pants gradually feeling uncomfortably tighter, “-say it.”

“The door isn’t locked, Prof...” Minho gently reminds while he moves his hand to the button of the professor’s pants and expertly unbuttons it.

“Damn it.”

“All I’m asking is to be your student for this semester, that’s all.” Minho holds on to the zip but doesn’t pull it down, “Why is it so hard for you to agree?”

“Alright, alright,” The professor huffs, “Fine! You win!”

The moment he gets the answer he wants, Minho stops all movement, releases his hold on the older man, and finally returns the Art professor his personal space.

“Awesome, I’ll see you at home then, Prof.” Minho smiles while he singsongs, “Looking forward to dinner already.”

And just like that, Minho finally leaves the art studio, but not before buttoning the professor’s pants back and stealing a kiss from his slightly parted lips just to make the victory even sweeter.

While Minho is on cloud nine, Professor Kim can only stay rooted to the ground, thinking of anything and everything that turns him off while cursing at his young boyfriend who he should have never got involved with four years ago.

Oh right. Minho should probably include this in his introduction too.

In a secret relationship with Assistant Professor Kim Kibum.

On normal days though, he would have added “loving” to describe his relationship with Kibum but that may just change once he meets his boyfriend back home.

Minho may have won in the art studio but he can already imagine the earful Kibum will most definitely give him at home. Well, that’s what you get when you date a professor – long lectures both in and out of class. In Kibum's defense though, Minho probably deserves the lecture.

More A/N: yikes, i probably left a whole lot of details out and rushed through the story. but thank you for reading! umm, at least i hope there are people reading since i don't really get comments here? anyway! i'll develop this AU more in the future if the response is good or if i have the time. for now, this is the last fic i'll be posting in (for?) a while... not sure how long i'll be away (hoping to be back by mid-March?) but yupp, hope you've enjoyed this fic, and all the others i've shared in 2015 thus far. till next time, be happy and healthy dear readers! :)

The Truth Lies In Honesty; Minho/Key

intaexicated — Mon, 02 Feb 2015 20:03:20 GMT

in which Kibum asks Minho for his honest opinion.

Author's Note: for this prompt. i noticed i've written a number of versions to this plot so i hope you aren't sick of these fics. hee. it's a short read, nothing much, just, you know, a lot of fluff. ^^;; thanks for clicking your way here! happy reading! ♥

There’s a secret to hearing Minho speak nothing but the truth. Kibum notices this by chance after a few incidents of talking to Minho when he’s drifting in and out of sleep. Perhaps because he’s not entirely conscious, Minho just doesn’t seem to think much before he speaks so Kibum soon realises that the best time to hear Minho’s honest thoughts is when he is either about to fall asleep or has just woken up.

Knowing this weakness of Minho makes Kibum feel like he has an endless supply of truth serums. It gives him so much power over Minho that sometimes, he feels guilty for taking advantage of his boyfriend. Still, Kibum wishes Minho will not pick up on the fact that he’s increasingly only starting conversations when they’re in bed, either half asleep or awake.

Lately, there’s something that Kibum is rather curious about and so, when he finds himself awake at an ungodly hour, he decides he might as well just wake Minho up as well. The sun is just rising when Kibum moves closer to Minho in bed and pokes him on his cheek.

“Minho…”

Kibum’s eyes are glued on Minho’s face as he waits for his boyfriend to show some signs of waking up. Unsurprisingly, he gets absolutely no response at all.

“Choi Minho.” Kibum calls out, this time louder, as he begins poking Minho’s cheek just a little harder.

“Unggghh.” Minho groans as he stirs in his sleep, blindly trying to swat Kibum’s annoying finger away, “Stop…”

“Minhooo…” Kibum changes to squeezing Minho’s cheek instead and wastes no time in trying out a few practice questions first since he is somewhat awake, “You didn’t like me when we first met right?”

With his eyes still closed, looking very much like he’s still in dreamland, Minho easily replies, “Yeah.”

Happy with the honest answer which he knows is right, Kibum smiles. Truth be told, it doesn’t affect Kibum at all since he didn’t like Minho much in the beginning either.

“Do you find me annoying?” Kibum goes on to his second practice question.

“Sometimes…” Minho says first while he tugs the covers up to his chin before he adds as an afterthought, “Most of the time.”

Kibum laughs soundlessly, both loving and hating Minho’s honesty. Nothing to worry though, he knows just how to make himself feel better.

“How much do you love me though?”

“So much that it’s scary.”

Kibum nods, not only because he feels the same way as Minho but also because he’s satisfied with Minho’s answers thus far.

Keeping quiet, Kibum figures it’s better to play safe and give Minho the chance to drift back asleep. He can’t exactly explain how he knows when it is a good time to ask Minho the all-important question. It’s more like a feeling he gets just by looking at Minho – something like intuition.

“Minho?”

The rapper doesn’t reply, seemingly asleep again, but Kibum knows he is still alert to the surroundings.

“Hey baby?” Kibum says softly just to make Minho more inclined to answer him.

“Mm?”

“Who’s the sexiest at solo photo shoots?” Kibum finally asks, “Jjong, Taemin or me?”

“Jonghyun hyung…” Minho instantly replies as he hugs his pillow tighter.

A frown is about to appear on Kibum’s face when Minho’s lips part to continue his unfinished sentence.

“-isn’t sexy.” Minho breathes out, “Taeminnie though, he looks sexy.”

Kibum narrows his eyes at Minho, feeling almost scandalized by the thought of Minho seeing the maknae as sexy, when the rapper suddenly speaks again.

“But he doesn’t make me want to pin him to the bed like you do.” Minho finally says as he slowly opens his eyes and watches Kibum’s reaction.

Their eyes naturally meet and Kibum can’t react fast enough to hide his satisfied grin. Minho ends up smiling as well.

“Now can I go back to sleep, Bum?”

“Sure~”

Kibum nods but suddenly stops, surprised, when it hits him that Minho sounds more awake than he would like him to be. By then, Minho’s eyes are closed and Kibum knows it’s too late. The question has already been asked, the answers given, and whether Minho has been completely honest with him, Kibum decides it’s best to leave things this way.

After all, ignorance is bliss.

Turn On, Turn Off; Onew/Minho

intaexicated — Wed, 28 Jan 2015 18:04:04 GMT

in which Minho shares his idea of sexy with Jinki.

Author's Note: for this prompt, yet another first. ^^;; i'm actually having fun trying my hand at writing pairings i don't write. hopefully you'll enjoy the read! ^^

Minho and Jinki often (and thankfully) find themselves alone in the dorm together but tonight, something feels off. Minho realises that it has been awfully quiet at the dinner table. Still, it’s a comfortable silence and so, he only decides to end it when they’re just about done with dinner.

“Hyung.”

“Mmhm?”

“You look like you have something to say?”

Jinki falls silent as he looks thoughtfully at Minho. When Minho blinks at him amused, he shrugs.

“Just have a question for you actually.”

“What is it?”

“What do you think of Jjong’s solo?” Jinki asks and goes on to add, “And Taemin’s too?”

“They’re great... I guess?” Minho replies, sounding more confused than certain of his answer, “I mean, I’m proud of what they’ve achieved...”

Jinki shakes his head, “No, not that... What I’m asking is, well... You know...”

When Minho ends up looking so bemused, Jinki lets out a breath and takes a moment to form his thoughts into a coherent sentence before he finally speaks again.

“Basically...” Jinki takes in a deep breath and then reveals what has been on his mind, “I’m asking if watching them perform live at Music Core turns you on?”

The seconds tick by as Minho processes Jinki’s seemingly random question. As soon as he understands what Jinki wants to know, a disgusted look appears on Minho’s face.

“Ew, hyung, no. It’s Jonghyun hyung... and Taeminnie.” Minho pretends to gag, “It’ll feel like incest, which, just to be clear, I’m absolutely not into...”

All of a sudden, Minho’s eyes widen in shock as a thought suddenly strikes him.

“Wait, are you?”

Jinki blinks; it’s his turn to be confused.

“Am I what?”

“Into incest?” Minho questions, turning cautious as he continues, “Is that why you’re asking? Because you’re turned on by Jonghyun hyung and Taem?”

“What?! No! Of course not!” Waving his hands wildly in the air, Jinki quickly denies any attraction to his other bandmates, “I’m just wondering if you find their solo stages sexy, that’s all.”

“No...” Minho doesn’t think the matter is that straightforward, “It can’t be this simple.”

Jinki fidgets uncomfortably in his seat, having an ominous feeling that Minho will see right through him (like he always does).

“Wait a second...” A smile tugs on Minho’s lips as he figures out what may have led to this discussion, “Are you worried that I’ll be attracted to them?”

“No...” Jinki guiltily avoids Minho’s eyes.

“It is, isn’t it?” Minho grins as he coos, “Aww hyung, I may love the others a lot but if you don’t already know, I’ll always be your biggest fan. All you have to do is breathe and I’ll find you sexy.”

When Jinki accidentally meets Minho’s eyes, the younger manages to sneak a wink at him.

“You’re telling me...” Jinki shakes his head with a laugh, “Just by sitting across you right now, you’re turned on?”

Minho smiles, “I could be... Seriously hyung, have you seen yourself in the mirror? Anyone with eyes would be ready to pounce on you.”

“You’re doing it again...” Jinki frowns adorably.

“What?”

“Making me sound like I’m irresistible.”

“You are though.” Minho says, “You just don’t know it.”

“Wow, they’re right.” Jinki comments incredulously.

“Who’s right?”

“Whoever said love is blind.”

Minho raises his eyebrows, “So you do know that I’m in love with you?”

“Wh- what?” Jinki stutters.

“Hyung, just keep that in mind the next time you think I’m attracted to someone else other than you alright?”

With Minho looking at him with such a serious expression, Jinki can only nod like any obedient child.

“Great.” Standing up, Minho leans over the table and steals a kiss from Jinki’s lips, “Now let’s quickly clear this and do the dishes together so I can show you what I find sexy.”

Until You Say Yes; Minho/Key

intaexicated — Mon, 26 Jan 2015 09:19:54 GMT

in which it isn't that easy for Minho to ask a favour of Kibum.

Author's Note: for this prompt. let’s pretend Yoogeun is Minho’s hyung’s son here~ if i'm understanding what the anon wanted correctly, i probably only fulfilled half of the prompt. still, i hope you lovely readers will enjoy the read! ^^;;

Kibum is lying on the sofa, texting on his phone, when Minho comes to the living room and joins him on what little space is left on the couch.

“Whatever it is, no.”

Without looking away from his phone, Kibum manages to speak before Minho can open his mouth, his fingers still busy typing replies to his messages.

Minho doesn’t even have to say a single word for Kibum to know that his boyfriend has a favour to ask of him. In fact, Minho isn’t one bit surprised that Kibum has seen right through him. After being together for 5 years and counting, you can say they’re telepathic in a sense.

“But I haven’t even told you what it is…” Minho is torn between laughing and crying.

Kibum finally turns his attention away from his phone as he sits up, crossing his legs together, and looks at his boyfriend.

“I’m a busy person.” Kibum states, “Time is money.”

Minho scoots closer and mirrors Kibum’s position, both of them now sitting face to face on the sofa.

“I know, Kibummie,” Minho smiles as he places his hand on Kibum’s bent knee, thumb stroking him lovingly, “But I also know that you’re free tomorrow so…”

“I’m free tomorrow because we’re supposed to go on a date, Choi Minho.” Kibum narrows his eyes dangerously at his boyfriend, “Are you telling me that there’s going to be a change of plans?”

“Maybe?” Minho bites his bottom lip, “I just got a call from hyung and he asked if I could babysit Yoogeun for the day…”

“You said yes?”

“Yeah…”

“Then that’s not a maybe anymore, Minho.” Kibum sighs, “How are we supposed to go on a date when you have to take care of Yoogeun?”

“We could babysit together?” Minho voices out the idea that has been on his mind since he ended the call with his brother, “That way, we’ll still be spending time with each other.”

“Yeah right, more like making me do all the work…” Kibum scoffs.

Holding back a laugh, Minho shrugs, “Can’t help that you’re just too good with him… he loves you a lot.”

“And I love him too but no.”

“No?”

“I’m not going to babysit with you.”

“Why not?”

“Because you’re the one who said yes,” Kibum pokes Minho on his cheek, “Not me.”

“Kibum…” Minho sticks out his bottom lip and puts on his best pitiful look, “Baby, please?”

“No.”

“I’ll make it up to you?” Minho takes Kibum’s hand in his and begins pressing kisses on each of his fingers.

“How so?”

“I’ll do the dishes for the entire week.”

“Keep talking.”

“Pick a date, I’ll go shopping with you and pay for everything.”

“Would you really?” Kibum is doubtful of that.

“It’s the least I can do after spoiling our plans.” Minho says apologetically as he squeezes Kibum’s hand, “I am sorry, Kibum. I know we haven’t had a proper date in ages but I couldn’t say no to babysitting Yoogeunnie.”

Kibum lets out a breath and punches Minho lightly on his cheek with his other hand, “Stop it. You’re making me feel bad now.”

Minho gives a slight smile before he asks again, “Babysit with me?”

“Why ask when you already know my answer?”

Minho’s smile grows wider as he leans forward and kisses Kibum on his lips.

“Thanks bummie.”

Kibum rolls his eyes, “Just so we’re clear, I’m only doing this because I love Yoogeun.”

“I know.”

“I don’t like you very much right now since you’ve ruined our original plan.”

“It’s okay.”

“But you don’t actually have to make it up to me.” Kibum says, “I’m not that unreasonable.”

“Alright.”

“What’s with the smile on your face?”

“Nothing, nothing.” Minho stops smiling and tries to put on a straight face but fails horribly.

“Choi Minho.” There’s a note of warning in Kibum’s voice.

“Yes baby?”

“Stop it.”

“Stop what?”

“You know what.”

“I can’t help it, Bum, I’m happy!”

“What’s there to be happy about?”

“I’m going to be spending time with two of my favourite people tomorrow,” Minho grins, “Isn’t that a good enough reason?”

“Unfortunately for me, I’ll only be spending time with one.”

Minho gasps exaggeratedly, “I thought you love Yoogeun!”

It takes a moment for Kibum to understand what Minho is saying but when he does, Kibum wastes no time in hitting him on his arm.

“You’re an idiot.”

It’s then Minho can’t resist tackling Kibum in a hug.

“Get off me!”

“Never.”

Minho thinks his boyfriend deserves a big hug for being so understanding (adorably so) even though he doesn’t act like it. It doesn’t take long for Kibum to give up resisting him so Minho decides to throw in a few kisses too…

And while they’re at it, they might as well just do all that they can’t do in front of Yoogeun’s eyes the next day.

The Thing About The F Word; Minho/Taemin

intaexicated — Sun, 25 Jan 2015 19:18:15 GMT

in which Taemin uses the F word in more ways than one.

Author's Note: this prompt came as a surprise. totally unexpected and it actually took me a while to understand the request tbh. lol. still, i had fun writing this and i hope it's what the anon wanted. happy reading~ oh and warning for the use of the F word. it's not rated though. at least i don't think it should be rated M. you'll see. ^^;;

“Would you rather fuck him or him?”

Minho is browsing through potential photos to be used as teasers for his upcoming solo album on a staff’s laptop when Taemin drops himself right beside him on the couch and throws the question out in the open. It may seem out of the blue but Minho can’t say he is surprised. What catches Minho entirely off-guard though is the language Taemin decides to use.

They may be left by themselves in Minho’s private waiting room but the older of the two still thinks it’s best to be mindful of their behaviour in public because anyone could walk in any moment. Hearing such a crude question coming from the supposedly innocent maknae will definitely cause jaws to drop and set tongues wagging.

Minho has half the mind to nag at Taemin but he stops himself, knowing very well Taemin would just give him the side eye. Instead, he raises an eyebrow at his boyfriend who is visiting him on set and has been watching the shoot from behind the scenes.

“Fuck who?” Minho asks, both amused and confused.

“Him,” This time round as he repeats his question, Taemin points at the current photo of Minho displayed on the laptop before pointing at his own teaser image shown on his phone, “Or him?”

Minho looks at both photos before he meets Taemin’s eyes again, “Are you seriously asking if I would rather fuck myself or you?”

“Yes.” Taemin answers without hesitating, as serious as can be.

A corner of Minho’s lips quirks up, “Tell me, will you choose to fuck yourself, Taem?”

Taemin looks at his teaser image, just one out of the many in which he is shirtless, and shrugs, “Why not? I look fuckable… and hyung, don’t you remember? You proved it when my teasers were released.”

Instantly, Minho remembers one fine morning where he didn’t allow Taemin to get off the bed even though the maknae’s priority was filling his stomach with a hearty breakfast.

Laughing at the memory, Minho nods, “Point taken.”

“Mmhmm,” Taemin smiles, “So? Your answer?”

“I’m curious… who would you rather fuck?”

“I can’t decide. That’s why I’m asking you, hyung.”

Sometimes, it’s hard to understand how Taemin’s brain works so the easy way out, as Minho has realised, is to leave it as it is, not ask any questions, and just think Taemin.

“Well, I do look good in this shot, don’t I?” Minho praises himself and goes on to ponder out loud, “Imagine how I’d look if I was shirtless like you though…”

Silence falls as both Minho and Taemin allow their imagination to work. It’s quiet for a moment too long and Minho is just about to check on Taemin when he suddenly feels his boyfriend’s hands pushing his blazer off his shoulders.

“What do you think you’re doing?” Minho asks as he instinctively moves away, trying to stop Taemin from removing his blazer.

Holding on to the lapels of Minho’s jacket, Taemin pulls his boyfriend back towards him and replies with a hint of annoyance in his voice, “Stripping you, what else?”

“Seriously?” Minho asks, surprised, “Right now?”

“Yeah, why should I imagine when I can just see it with my own eyes?”

“Taem, the stylists are going to kill me if the blazer gets creased.”

“Then stop moving and let me take this irritating piece of cloth off you.”

“No can do.” Minho says as he stands up and straightens his blazer, “I’ve to go back on set very soon.”

“Hyung…” Looking up at Minho from the couch, Taemin pouts.

“Nope, not gonna work.” Minho isn’t going through all the fuss of taking off his clothes just to show Taemin, who has already seen him shirtless countless of times, how he’ll look like topless, “You know it’s a hassle to change outfits, Taem…”

Taemin narrows his eyes at Minho, “You’re doing this on purpose, aren’t you?”

Before Minho can reply, the photographer’s assistant comes in and informs him that everyone is ready to continue from where they left off.

As Minho shrugs at him with a smile before he gets back to work, Taemin is left feeling a little frustrated. What makes things worse is that the longer the photo shoot takes, the more frustrated Taemin gets. With each shot, Taemin feels like he is slowly transported to a strip club.

It starts with Minho’s tie, and then that damn blazer, third the top three buttons of his shirt before the actual shirt itself gets thrown aside and finally (thankfully) ending with his belt being unbuckled.

Just seeing Minho shirtless on set answers all of Taemin’s questions.

Is Minho doing it on purpose?

Absolutely.

Would he rather fuck Minho or himself?

Well, let’s just say, as soon as the photo shoot ended, Taemin locks them both in the waiting room, cornering Minho, and letting his actions speak for him.

In The Palm Of Your Hand; Jonghyun/Onew

intaexicated — Tue, 20 Jan 2015 19:51:27 GMT

This is how they hold hands for the first time.

Author's Note: not inspired by this but can be used as a reference~ idek, it's only after writing it that i remembered the video. hahaha. i guess i'm just missing jongyu a little too much. alrighty! i'll leave you lovely readers to it then~ thanks for clicking your way here and i hope you'll enjoy the short fic! ^^

Jinki knows what Jonghyun is trying to do. In fact, he figures it out in a split second. The moment Jonghyun edges closer to him and suddenly has his line of sight focused on his lower body, Jinki becomes hyperaware of the situation.

But it’s only their first official date together and Jinki honestly feels that things are moving too fast. If he were to let Jonghyun get his way so easily with him at such an early stage of their relationship, Jinki knows he’s doomed for the rest of his life.

Perhaps he shouldn’t have picked the haunted house as their first destination at the theme park. Then, it wouldn’t feel as if Jinki is practically offering himself to Jonghyun right there and then. It’s too late though. There’s no turning back once they’ve entered the haunted house. Jinki can already feel Jonghyun’s knuckles lightly bumping against his. All that’s left is for his hand to slip into his...

“Uuunngggghhhh!!”

It happens when both Jinki and Jonghyun least expect it. A zombie comes charging out of a hidden side door, directly towards them with its grubby hands outstretched in an attempt to catch them. Of course, it doesn’t actually want to and simply runs away once it successfully scares the living daylights out of Jinki and Jonghyun, all of this made easier since both of them aren’t exactly paying attention and have their minds elsewhere.

Even though they both know the zombie isn’t real, Jinki and Jonghyun find themselves getting a shock of their lives. Almost going weak in their knees, they end up leaning against a wall together with barely any distance between their bodies.

“What the hell...” Unhappy that he has been frightened so easily, Jinki silently curses under his breath as he tries to calm himself down from the scare.

He looks over at Jonghyun, wanting to hear some form of agreement that he isn’t the only one who got scared, but all Jinki gets is possibly the widest grin Jonghyun has ever smiled in his life. And that’s saying a lot considering how poor the lighting is in the haunted house.

“You find it funny?” Jinki asks, surprised.

“No...” Jonghyun replies, clearly fighting to hold back a laugh.

“It’s funny, isn’t it?” Jinki asks again and points out, “That’s why you’re laughing.”

“It’s not, hyung.” Jonghyun shakes his head earnestly and emphasizes, “That’s not it.”

“Then why on earth are you smiling?” Jinki is more amused than anything at this point in time.

At the same time Jinki sees Jonghyun lifting his hand up, Jinki also feels his own hand being raised in the air.

“Oh.” Is all Jinki can say when he realises he is holding Jonghyun’s hand.

Now when did that happen? Jinki thinks he must have unintentionally grabbed Jonghyun’s hand on instinct when the zombie appeared out of nowhere.

“I, umm...”

Embarrassed, Jinki is just about to release his grip on Jonghyun’s hand when the younger spoils his plan by interlocking their fingers and tightening his hold on his hand.

“It’s okay, hyung.” Jonghyun smiles as he brings their hands back down to their sides, “You can hold my hand as much as you want to.”

Confused at the sudden turn of events, Jinki blinks once, twice, thrice, and is rendered speechless. He isn’t given much time to react though because Jonghyun decides they should continue on their way.

“Let’s go, Jinki hyung.”

While Jonghyun begins leading the way out of the haunted house with a smirk on his face, Jinki can only smile helplessly as it hits him that some things are just meant to be.

Hugs and More; Jonghyun/Minho

intaexicated — Mon, 19 Jan 2015 18:39:51 GMT

in which celebrations are in order after Jonghyun's 1st win.

Author's Note: for this prompt. gosh, it's only January but i've already had a number of firsts in this week alone. first jongtae, and now jongho! ^^;; i don't think i've captured their dynamics really well but i hope it won't be too bad a read. enjoy! ♥

Jonghyun thinks there’s no better way to have his first win than at Music Core where Minho is not only there as the emcee but also as the person who announces the winner. He has been thinking about it since he saw Taemin’s win on Music Core. The way Minho’s voice turned a pitch higher when he announced Taemin’s name, the way he hugged the maknae and passed him his trophy, the way Minho smiled like it was him winning instead, just everything, Jonghyun wanted to experience it for himself. Truth be told, he’s actually a fraction more excited about seeing Minho’s reaction than winning number one itself.

Debuting as a solo artiste after 6 years of being one fifth of a group is tough enough on its own. Jonghyun feels so much lonelier and somehow, it just doesn’t feel right when the usual four isn’t around to celebrate the success of an album or a title song immediately. To have Minho with him is Jonghyun’s best case scenario. After all, the rapper is more than just his bandmate. Choi Minho, all 1.81m of him, is his guilty pleasure... but no one needs to know that.

“This way.”

As they enter backstage after the encore stage, Jonghyun hears Minho whisper into his ear before he feels his hand around his arm and pulling him towards, what Jonghyun guesses, somewhere obscure where they can have some privacy. After one right turn and a walk down another corridor, they end up somewhere in the back of a storage room full of stage props and set ups. The place is dusty and a huge mess but Jonghyun thinks it’s better than some closet or bathroom cubicle.

“How much time do I have with you?” Minho says as they hide behind a large prop covered by a black cloth.

“I’d say...” Jonghyun glances at the time on his watch, “15 minutes before manager hyung comes looking for me. I have a photo shoot to get to.”

“How hectic.” Minho comments offhandedly.

“Yeah.” Jonghyun lets out a breath and falls onto Minho, resting his forehead against Minho’s shoulder.

Stumbling back a little, Minho laughs and wraps his arms loosely around Jonghyun’s hips.

“If you’re already tired now, how are you going to handle what’s about to come now that your popularity is on the rise?” Minho asks, amused, “Someone just won number one after all…”

Hearing the teasing note in Minho’s voice, Jonghyun smiles and punches Minho on his stomach, pushing himself away at the same time.

“I’m nominated tomorrow too,” Jonghyun singsongs and purposely acts smug about the fact that he’s in the running for number one on Inkigayo as well.

“I know.” Minho grins, both happy and proud of his hyung.

“You better vote for me.” Jonghyun reminds, “I’m warning you, Minho, I’ll check your phone.”

“Yes hyung.” Minho answers like he’s responding to his mother’s nagging, “I’ll even put a reminder on my phone later.”

“Good.” Jonghyun nods before he lets out a satisfied sigh, “This is nice.”

“What?” Minho chuckles, “Winning number one?”

Jonghyun pauses for a moment, honestly a little surprised to hear Minho’s reply, as he suddenly realizes that that should have been the obvious answer; because the truth is, he actually has something else in mind.

Minho notices his reaction and raises his eyebrows in question.

“No?”

Jonghyun shakes his head.

“Umm, actually... I was referring to being here with you.”

Minho’s expression goes from confused to thoroughly amused (and pleased) in a blink of an eye.

His eyes curve into crescents as he smiles and coos, “Awww, hyung, you miss me that much? That’s cute.”

“Shut up.”

“Come here you.”

When Minho pulls Jonghyun into yet another hug, Jonghyun finds himself failing to reject his advances and even deciding to take advantage of the situation. Well, Minho couldn’t have brought him all the way here just to hug him right?

Yeah, 10 minutes, Jonghyun believes, is more than enough for a celebratory make out session.