Remember Me? 2/2 {TWOSHOT}
Title: Remember Me? 2/2 {COMPLETE}
Author: 23elevens
Characters: Key/Minho, faux!(Key/Jonghyun), Minho/Jonghyun
Genre: Angst, Violence, Character death
Rating: PG-15
Word count: 5, 520
Summary: I’m sorry for having let you down, baby, so won’t you come back to me? Doesn’t matter where we are, or what we do, so long we have each other. That’s right, you and me, back in the old days, drinking to our hearts’ content and having drunk, crazy sex. Aside from all our little spats and fights- baby, don’t look at me like that- you know I love you. You know you love me too. I’m sorry for what I did, so won’t you come back to me? Baby, he’s nothing compared to you, honest. Come back to me and we’ll go ruining our lives together in a glorious world of Technicolor, whilst dipping into a pool of sweet, sweet love.
Disclaimer: Major fail!summary is fail. In short, Minho wants his Kibum again. Unbeta-ed, as are all of my works. Comments and criticisms are welcome; this is my first time attempting this genre of fics. Read the first chapter HERE.
Having a good network of relationships really does have its perks.
After a few brief and overly-cheery phone calls with old classmates and co-workers, Minho has the shorter boy’s obscure chat room username scrawled on his wrist, along with a rough address on where the other was currently staying at. The brunette stares at the postal code with distaste; Kibum’s currently sharing a goddamn apartment with son-of-a-bitch Lee Jinki.
Stop dwelling on moronic Jinki and turn on the fucking computer, drawls Taemin, and Minho hurriedly tosses away vicious images of Kibum’s new boyfriend being duly butchered and jabs at the sleek black button of Jonghyun’s laptop.
Are you sure this is going to work?
Trust me, darling. If that Krystal isn’t pulling a fast one on you, you’ll see that little slut whoring himself online.
He’s not a sl-
Key in your account details and stop yapping, sugar.
The man’s fingers don’t move fast enough as he clumsily punches in his password, then tapping them impatiently against the duvet afterward, cross-legged and waiting for the page to finish loading. An animated screen greets his eyes a few seconds later, and he squints awkwardly at the tiny pixel-people, pushing his ebony-framed glasses farther up the bridge of his nose.
How do I find him amongst the sea of p-
Post a status about being down in the dumps, darling. That soft hearted whore always falls for shit like that.
Minho bites his tongue to keep the insults inside and concentrates on posting his make-believe status. I just need somebody to-
That is just so fucking cheesy.
So what do you want me to say? Minho pounds at the bedroom walls, irritated.
Say “amicable and bored.” Put a smiley at the end.
That’s not my style.
Exactly, Jonghyun baby, Taemin practically coos, and Minho has to grunt reluctantly in agreement at his ingenuity.
The first few hours of Minho’s online prowl render him increasingly demoralized; he has rejected and left countless private conversation chat-rooms instigated by nameless women (and a few sex-crazed males) with absolutely nothing to work on at all. In desperation, he has attempted to hint heavily at various particulars of Kibum to a few promising characters, but never hit the jackpot. The modeling agency owner is starting to feel as if he was led on by Taemin.
As the harsh afternoon sun dwindles into weak rays that gradually disappear over the suburban horizon, Minho is on the verge of giving up, occasionally raging at an unconcerned Taemin inside his head with a bottle of untouched pills tossed carelessly at the foot of the bed. The man is switching the laptop from knee to knee as he waits hopelessly; the device was almost scalding-hot from its service all day. Minho feels like crap as he clicks on the small x at the top right-hand corner of the screen of yet another conversation, leaning forward to place the notebook next to the pills before stretching out on the bed, staring numbly at the high ceilings.
You lie, Taemin. He’s not appearing.
What d’you expect from just a day of waiting? That slut has a life too you know, unlike you. He has.. services to hand out.
Shut the f-
The computer gives off a tired ding, and Minho groans, switching positions such that he lies on his stomach to read the new conversation. His brain is so fried that it takes three skims of the short greeting to sink into his head, but when it does, Minho jerks upright into a sitting position, heart on a solo triathlon.
At 6:12PM, _bamfbum said:
Hey there, what’s up? ;)
Bingo, darling.
At 6:13PM, raptorface said:
Not much, ‘cept that I’m talking to you ;) intro?
At 6:13PM, _bamfbum said:
Kibum, professional photographer w/ a lot of free time at hand. Hbu?
At 6:14PM, raptorface said:
You’re a guy? :O
At 6:14PM, _bamfbum said:
Very good, Einstein. And yourself?
Minho’s fingers hesitate over the keyboard as he bites his chapped lips nervously; what is he going to reveal about himself to the beautiful angel?
Taemin, tell me what to do, he begs.
You’re Jonghyun now, darling. Jonghyun doesn’t have anyone to talk to in his tiny raptor-head, does he?
At 6:16PM, _bamfbum said:
U still thr?
At 6:18PM, raptorface said:
Yeah, sorry. Went to start dinner ;)
At 6:18PM, _bamfbum said:
Oh, tht’s hawt. U cook; wht else?
At 6:19PM, raptorface said:
Jonghyun, high-end accountant. I lead a pretty boring life. ):
Minho waits with his heart in his mouth; would the boy realize-
At 6:20PM, _bamfbum said:
Cool name ;)
He feels his body go slack with relief.
At 6:20PM, _bamfbum said:
ASL?
At 6:21PM, raptorface said:
27yo, male (duh), Korea. You, my little Westerner?
At 6:21PM, _bamfbum said:
23yo, male like I said, Korea. Small world, and aren’t u quick with the endearments? ^-^
At 6:23PM, raptorface said:
I’m ever-the-charmer. ;) You bored dwn here, too?
At 6:24PM, _bamfbum said:
Aww major gross-out xD
Pretty much so, enuf to talk to boring ole’ accountants like urself!
At 6:24PM, raptorface said:
Tht hurt, Kibum-ah ):
At 6:24PM, _bamfbum said:
Keke, yeah ryte. ;) Listen, r u gna be on 4 long, or anytime after?
At 6:25PM, raptorface said:
Uh, yeah, why? Miss me much? >_>
At 6:26PM, _bamfbum said:
Only I’ve gtg out for dinner ryte nw w/ my boyf ;) Jealous?
Minho clenches his fist and tries to even out his breathing.
At 6:26PM, raptorface said:
You led me on there ):
At 6:27PM, _bamfbum said:
Haha, the ride was good, wasn’t it :D catch u later Jonghyun-hyung, I’m hungry ~
User _bamfbum has added you as a friend.
User _bamfbum has signed out.
The brunette wastes no time in shutting down the device, promptly lying flat on his bed with one hand stuck into the uncombed mess that was his hair since this morning, and the other limb clumsily fumbling with the waistband of his knee-length pants. He allows Taemin’s voice to become a senseless babble in the background of his head as he releases drawn-out moans into the quiet house, keeping his eyes shut and focusing on an extremely erotic image of his angel lying stomach-first on their old bed, playing around with the internet without bothering to place a single thread on his velvet skin. He imagines his routinely-clenching-and-unclenching hands being the younger boy’s sweet mouth around his rock-hard length after he successfully distracts him away from the battered notebook, and the increasing speed of his pumping fist being the sensual bobbing of Kibum’s head. He gasps involuntarily as his thumbs caress the tip of his member; it was almost as if his princess had licked at it just the way he liked, with a skillful tongue. Minho feels himself gradually getting closer and closer to the edge, and he focuses on the memory of the slimmer boy’s hungry eyes and throbbing, red cock as he spreads his legs wider- he was so close, so close- the boy had to come back to him or else-
“Kibum,” he spits, disregarding the disbelief in Taemin’s tuts.
You desperate little whore, jacking off to-
The jarring electronic bell of the front door sounds throughout the house, breaking the momentum of unfettered grunts and a steady spurt of translucent liquid.
~
Whr do u live, the tiny print reads. Minho’s arm is draped across Jonghyun’s middle as he stretches his torso out further to reach the laptop and tap in a reply.
At 12:52AM, raptorface said:
Incheon, Korea.
Wanna come visit? ^^
At 12:53AM, _bamfbum said:
Tch. Don’t even knw u that well. :b
But I live thr too. Stalker.
Minho’s lips twitch into a sad smile as he types. Small w-
“Baby, what are you doing?” Minho jerks guiltily, almost elbowing Jonghyun in his privates as he clambers over the elder to slam the notebook shut. Jonghyun has abandoned his novel now, and crawls over to join his boyfriend at the edge of the bed.
The taller tries hard not to wriggle out of the elder’s possessive arms that are wrapped around his waist, his own slightly-sweaty palms gripping the edges of the rectangular device. If Jonghyun were to find out-
“Nothing, hyung-ah. Just checking out a couple of things.”
Liar, Taemin sings.
“Liar.” Jonghyun whispers playfully into the shell of his ear at the same time, and Minho’s heart almost falls down the cliff of tension to form an unsightly blob. “I saw you on a chat-room, the same one you’ve been on all week. Why the sudden interest with the online world? You used to like books better baby.” Despite the bright lilt to the accountant’s husky voice, Minho still feels a surge of white-hot annoyance course through his veins, and he slides his hands underneath the laptop, raising a thick red line on his upper thighs with a blunted fingernail in an attempt to keep the irritation inside.
“Don’t probe,” Minho answers, turning away from the elder’s to place the black device beside him on the bed. He regrets the harsh cold of his reply almost immediately after he faces Jonghyun again; the shorter man’s bad-boy features were laced with hurt and confusion. Minho nuzzles his head on the bare shoulder of his boyfriend, staring unseeingly at the chest of drawers not too far away from them.
This feels so wrong.
“I’m sorry baby, I- I don’t know what came over me.” Minho looks up now, studying the elder’s chocolate irises. He could see that the other was still not convinced- even feel it in the way he had his arms tucked away stiffly back at his sides.
“I’m sorry, really.” Minho tries again, placing a tired kiss on the stockier man’s plump lips. “I’m sorry baby, I shouldn’t ha-“ The taller feels himself being drawn closer to the other man, and he tells himself to relax slowly into the embrace. He closes his eyes, relieving a forgotten memory of having once held a certain sable-haired boy in the same fashion after a long day’s work.
“It’s okay, baby. I’ve been oversensitive.” Jonghyun runs a lazy hand up and down the taller male’s spine, feeling every single rickety bump and smooth muscle beneath the shirt. The other takes his head away to face his boyfriend the next moment as the shorter hesitates, “But did you..”
“Did I what, hyung?” Minho shifts himself onto Jonghyun’s lap and tilts his head, taking a silver of the skin behind the elder’s left lobe into his mouth.
He is pulled away gently, however, and Minho feels strong hands cup the sides of his face. Jonghyun’s lashes grace adorably across the peak of his cheekbones- admiring someone else, darling?- as he bites his bottom lip, chewing on it nervously before addressing the other again.
“You took.. them, already today, right?”
The teak-haired male knows exactly what the other is asking. “Of course, baby,” He laughs, much too cheerily, and silences further questions with a simple remedy of tackling the shorter man onto the bed with the intent of a heavy tickle fight.
~
It’s the beginning of April, about a month since he’s found Kibum online. Minho sits comfortably behind a high-polished wooden panel, legs at the ankles and phone conveniently deposited in the small open space his legs create. It is that time of the year again, where aspiring models and fresh young faces come snooping around his (modest) empire for a sniff of promising futures. At either side of him sits his fellow partners, taking in turns to whisper over to one another or occasionally comment about a certain model’s features, stance and whatnot. Minho makes no conscious effort in keeping up with the ongoing evaluation of the young people, and instead lazily scans the varying frames of said young people nervously posing in a straight-as-a-pin line in front of the panel of judges. There’s nothing special about this year’s lot; the faces were average, with not-very-impressive curves. None of them were as appealing as his Kibum.
“Mr. Choi.” Hyukjae nudges him, and Minho switches his wandering gaze onto his co-worker.
“Yes?”
“That young one looks promising.” Hyukjae subtly slides his hands onto the table, stretching out his fingers experimentally whilst casting an assuring smile at the nervous crowd of teenagers. Minho swallows a spark of irritation; couldn’t he have pointed out which kid he was on about without the elaborate hand-gestures and worrying about hurting their feelings? But then again, Minho reminds himself, the elder was big on “well-being” of their clients, something that he never was.
“The third kid from the left.”
Minho appraises him coolly, filtering through every last inch of the young boy’s attire and posture with a mental checklist in his head feet-first. As his eyes travel up the svelte length, he notes that the unknown kid has quite an effeminate aura about him, and that his flawless skin glows. Finally, he stops at the head of the young boy to take in his features, and he is surprised to meet a pair of proud, almond-shaped eyes, framed with a curtain of impossibly think eyelashes that flutter seductively as the owner of the eyes stare at him straight on. Minho grudgingly admits to himself that despite the teenager’s impudence for having looked at him like that, he is a work of art. Strange, though - how could someone with a cherubic face and kiddy-appeal look at him with such strength?
Hyukjae beckons the boy forward, and the latter almost struts up to the front panel, practically oozing a smugness that was cleverly veiled by a bright smile. “Annyeonghasayo,” he chirps, and Minho gulps. Somehow, the young model intimidates him, and he shifts uneasily under the teenager’s gaze that seemed to be only directed at him.
Don’t get your panties in a bunch, darling. Isn’t this boy a mere teenager?
The taller takes a slow breath, leaning back into his chair to find a comfortable position before continuing. “Your name?”
The boy flashes a too-wide smile and bows deeply, speaking to the carpet with all due respect, but what escaped his lips next has Minho’s blood running cold. “Lee Taemin, sir.”
Minho stands up abruptly, chair falling on its back with a loud crash, startling the quiet room of candidates and judges alike. It couldn’t be-
How nice, darling! Minho almost tastes the triumph and bubbly-fakeness that echoed ominously inside his head.
The man leans forward, and with a shaking hand he holds Taemin’s face at either sides of his cheeks, twisting the other’s head mechanically left and right, blatantly tuning out the embarrassed and worried babbling of his co-workers as they attempt to stop him hurting the child. This was no child- was it?
“You say,” Minho’s breath shudders, “your name was Taemin?”
He couldn’t believe it; the teenager’s confidence melts away in a split second, and the only things present in those large eyes were liquid fear and utter innocence. “I- yes- I m-mean- my name is- is Taemin. Lee T-Taemin, sir. You’re k-kind of hurting me, sir-“
Minho’s arm whips back at his side of its own accord, and with both hands tucked firmly into the pockets of his straight-leg pants, he speaks, not bothering to conceal the tremors in his voice. “Lee, Kim, today’s model-scout is over. Send the kids back with my apologies.”
“But what about Tae-“ Ryeowook starts, but the door swishes shut behind the brunette with a click.
He barely reaches the comfort of his own office before he pours out the pink-and-white pills into the shaking palm of his hand, clamping a few sweaty fingers over them before stumbling over to his mini-fridge to grab a bottle of mineral water. He uncaps it in a rush, spilling a couple of the pills on the floor, but he doesn’t care- all he wants to do is to make today’s events go away-
Think about Kibum, darling. Do you really, really want to see him gone? Where I go, Kibum goes, too. Taemin’s voice is back, and it whispers dark secrets inside the confines of his head, oiling every single one of his conscious thoughts with doubt.
Minho brings his palm to his mouth, depositing the sickly pills on his leaden tongue and tips the bottle back-
Say goodbye, Minho.
The floor is splattered with a mixture of gooey pills and slightly-tinged water as Minho staggers backward and falls at the foot of his desk, wiping his mouth and shouting senselessly in complete frustration.
~
“Mmm, I’ll wait up for you baby- no it isn’t too much trouble,” Minho mumbles, settling on the bed with his knees up, balancing Jonghyun’s laptop on the peak of his endless limbs. He puts his boyfriend on speaker, holding the phone close to his lips and one hand tapping away silently at the password of the device to log in. choiminho1208
“Babe, you sure?” Jonghyun’s voice crackles with static.
“Yes, I promise. Hurry back to me, I love you,” he responds dully, clicking end call and tossing his phone onto the bed. Not more than two seconds later, the notebook dings, and Minho is rapidly sending out a reply with a Cheshire grin hiked up high upon his cheekbones.
At 10:51PM, _bamfbum said:
Yah, Jjongie, I’m bored
At 10:52PM, raptorface said:
Well hello gorgeous ;)
At 10:52PM, _bamfbum said:
I’m serious ): Bf’s out 2 sme stupid company dinner
Minho smirks derisively- he was a much better boyfriend to his princess than Jinki ever was.
At 10:52PM, raptorface said:
Why didn’t you tag along?
At 10:53PM, raptorface said:
Miss me? :D
At 10:53PM, _bamfbum said:
Bunch of stuck-up asses, y wud I wna go? :/
At 10:53PM, _bamfbum said:
You wish, Jjongie.
At 10:54PM, raptorface said:
You still bored, gorgeous?
At 10:54PM, _bamfbum said:
Duh. N y do u call me gorgeous when u’ve never met me in rl babo (;
At 10:55PM, raptorface said:
Slow striptease in front of the webcam >:)
At 10:55PM, _bamfbum said:
Fuck u asswipe!
With pleasure, Minho types. He stretches his arms into the air whilst waiting for a reply from the other male, and turns up their favorite music up a notch.
You’d love to fuck him, wouldn’t you, darling. Fuck his brains out like the disgusting slut he is, chain him to the bed and make him beg-
At 10:57PM, _bamfbum said:
Show me a pic of ur mug, jjongie (;
Minho is about to churn up an equally flirty reply when reality sets in, and he sits bolt upright, overturning the laptop. As he thanks a bunch of lucky stars for not having to deal with a smashed notebook, he breathes loud, anxious gulps of air, one hand pressed to his temple.
What do I do now, he’s gonna find out and I can’t lie about myself to-
This is Jonghyun’s computer, isn’t it, darling? Taemin sounds almost bored out of his mind (what?) by Minho’s density.
The brunette nods, blissfully ignoring the fact that he is the only one at home, and take the laptop back onto his knees and randomly clicks on little yellow pixels. There were so many pictures of the two of them together; Jonghyun didn’t seem to take any company pictu- found it.
He drums his fingers on the base of the device as he waits impatiently for the picture to upload itself.
At 11:04PM, raptorface said:
Like what you see, gorgeous? ^^
At 11:05PM, _bamfbum said:
Mmm, I’m more than a little impressed, handsome. Like th Alexander Wang u have on here (;
Minho checks the picture whilst swallowing a load of acrid jealousy; this Lee Donghae has donned the perfect cheesy smile that Kibum had a tendency for falling for, and his eyes were covered by a fancy-looking pair of black shades.
Oooh, I love Alexander Wang, Taemin gushes, before reverting back to a manipulative, oily tone. It’s only right that you ask for photograph to fuck to, darling.
Minho ignores the voice, letting his hands fly over the device at top speed. He earns a childish grow of approval from Taemin thereafter, and a hand fingers for the waistband of his sweats.
At 11:07PM, raptorface said:
Do you feel up to a face-to-face, gorgeous? Next Wednesday, 11:30PM.
At 11:07PM, _bamfbum said:
I don’t even knw u rly well, jjongie. Y should I? ;_;
At 11:08PM, raptorface said:
Come on, you know you want to. There’s a sweet park where we could chill out :D
At 11:09PM, _bamfbum said:
Idk, bf might get mad (;
At 11:09PM, raptorface said:
I’ll keep mum, gorgeous.
At 11:10PM, _bamfbum said:
1130, u say? Tht’s a lil’ late darling ~
At 11:11PM, raptorface said:
Night stays young for a long time, gorgeous.
Minho has a scrap of paper inked over with eight numbers and an orgasm in queue, just before Wednesday.
Not long now, my little slut.
~
Wednesday night rolls around in cold slithers of air, and it clings wetly to Minho’s overcoat (the one that Kibum bought for him on their second anniversary) as he skulks behind a large oak, just out of sight of the park bench where they were supposed to meet. He licks his lips in anticipation as he glances at the battered wristwatch on his arm; it’s 11:47PM, and as usual Kibum is being fashionably late. Just then, his pocket vibrates, and he goes a little further behind the tree to read his text- or rather, Jonghyun’s text.
Received: Princess <3
Jjongie, u didn’t leave me out here in th dark bcuz I was l8, did u? :O
Minho peers out of his hiding place, and his heart trembles with the swelling of love and the jitters when a skinny figure wrapped up in a black scarf with silvery fringe ambles toward the park bench, glancing around nervously at the overhead shadows of spooky trees. The figure has his back to him, but Minho knows that this person has to be Kibum.
Thanking the starless night for the fact that Kibum was not facing his direction, Minho silently creeps up on the boy, heart thudding louder than it normally should have. He suddenly stops, just a metre or two away from him, unsure of what to do next. What if he ran away? What if he screamed? What if he hated him? What if he brought someone along with-
Hug the slut, he’s probably all naked and cold under that thin, thin sweater darling.
A bright smile claims its place on the taller man’s cheeks, and slight dimples settle themselves comfortably at the corners of his lips- god, they haven’t been there for a long time- as he scoops Kibum to his chest, marveling at how the younger was as slim and beautiful as he remembered him to be. He hurriedly transfers one hand from the boy’s waist to slide over his eyes, though; he does not want to be recognized so soon. Kibum lets out the most adorable squeak of surprise, and Minho greedily stores it away at the back of his mind and covers it with the remnants of other beautiful memories for later viewing.
“J-Jonghyun?” Kibum’s voice has the sweetest tremor nestling in the midst of his breathless laugh, and Minho feels his own chest shaking slightly in response to his laughter. He curls his arms a mite tighter around the beautiful blonde with multi-colored hair, gulping in generous amounts of the familiar vanilla-and-paint scent. God, has he missed him.
“You’re still as gorgeous as I remember you to be.” Minho’s voice is a cool breath of mint ice-cream , and he rubs his thumbs contentedly over the boy’s smooth, clothed stomach as a shiver ripples through him.
Very good, darling, you’ve got the little whore excited already. Very, very good.
“Wha-? I don’t remember sending- sending you a picture of myself, pabo.” Kibum is confused- Minho can tell by the way his voice is hiked up a teeny bit higher than usual.
“You’re warm, baby.” Minho nuzzles the apples of his cheeks against the top of Kibum’s pretty head, and he hears a beautiful giggle.
“Mmm, and you are, too. You not afraid of my boyfriend jumping out from behind the trees and beating the shit out of you for hugging me like that?” Kibum’s voice is light and teasing, but Minho feels the hateful breeze of red lap at the base of his spine, crawling up the pieces of bone with untamed talons of jealousy.
“I don’t see you protesting, gorgeous. And if boyfriend were to pounce, he’d have pounced already.” Secretly, Minho snorts. That Lee Jinki was no match for him.
“Let go of me already, pedophile. I want to look at your face.” Kibum squirms a little in his grip, and Minho freezes, the cavern of his mouth suddenly as dry as Sahara itself.
He wants to look at me, Taemin, what do I d-
Silence that awful babbling, darling. Let him look. Let him look all that he wants to look. You’ve got him already, darling. Minho shakes off the uneasy feeling that Taemin’s voice is stirring up inside of him and slowly retracts his hold on Kibum, bit by bit.
“You’re taller than I thought you wo- Minho?” Kibum’s cheeky laugh wilts, and a sharp astonishment heavily laces the velvet lilt of his voice, as did his narrowed vulpine eyes, heavily lined with black. Minho panics, and he automatically reaches out to grasp the boy’s skinny forearms at either side, desperately memorizing every inch of his face. It is, thankfully, as perfect as he last remembered it to be.
“What are you doing here? Where’s Jo-“ Kibum breaks off, face flushed and still frozen in Minho’s grip. The latter clumsily scoops the shorter boy back into his arms again, palming at the blonde hair as if to calm him down.
“I can explain-“
“No, why are you here, Minho? I’m supposed to meet someone- is this Jonghyun your Jonghyun?” Kibum’s voice is slightly muffled due to his head being pressed against the taller boy’s chest, and Minho’s brain runs on high as he barely registers how hard he’s holding on to Kibum.
“Gerroff me- Min-Minho, Minho!” Kibum’s voice is a strangled gulp, and Minho panics once again, letting go of the other as if burned by a stove.
Kibum stands facing his ex-boyfriend, breathing hard, and he automatically takes two steps back. Minho’s eyes narrow, and Taemin’s voice comes into focus again.
He’s disgusted by you, darling. You and your dirty tricks-
“You were the one who told me!” Minho is surprised at his own outburst, and a flutter of wings break the silence of the chilly night as the full, overhanging moon is partially shadowed for a moment by frantic black creatures soaring away into the night. His eyes jump back to Kibum’s just in time to see the boy flinch horribly, face paler than a stricken ghost. Minho’s hand shoot out of their own accord and grapples for his beloved’s stiff fingers.
“Min- Minho, stop playing now, where is Jonghyun? Did he help you get me out here so you could meet me?” Kibum’s voice rambles on faster and faster, and he’s still taking steps back, deeper and deeper into the abandoned park night. Minho is still holding on, shaking his head profusely and hair flying all over the place as he gazes at Kibum with smoldering sincerity- or so he hoped it to be.
“There was no Jonghyun in the first place, there was only me, baby. I missed you so bad-“ Minho cannot resist circling a hot palm around the circumference of the younger boy’s tantalizing waist, and he licks his lips once again.
“Then who was the person in the-“
He’s stalling for time to be yours, darling. He’s scared and he wants to run away from the monster that you’ve become. Taemin cackles, and desperation sets deep into the love that has Minho’s senses swimming in oblivion.
“There’s no one except me, princess, that man you saw was Lee Donghae- someone that I knew would appeal to you because you like such cocky smiles- you like mine best, right? Right?” Minho’s lips curl into an unnatural smile as he tries his best to copy Lee Donghae’s trademark grin and presses Kibum against a tree when they meet it. He barely sees the fear that flashes across the blonde’s enlarged eyes, and the way the boy’s blunt fingernails scratch uselessly at his coat in an attempt to hurt him in some way- to just make him let go.
“Minho, let go- it hurts-“
“Princess!” Minho’s is acutely aghast, as he spits his pet name for the younger boy, delicately running a long fingered hand up and down the length of Kibum’s exposed neck- the silvery scarf was ripped away long ago and tossed on the dewy grass. “I’d never hurt you, you know that-“
“It hurts right now, Minho, stop- Jinki’ll be really angr-“ Kibum’s voice is wheezy and scattered as he tries to talk Minho out of his crazed trance, but the elder talks right over him, ridding the younger boy of his clothes in a careless rhythm as his runs his lips smoothly against the cushiony pillows of Kibum’s own, relishing in the moment of sweetness and vanilla and-
“I promise I wouldn’t hurt you, Jinki wouldn’t either princess, we belong together- you see how you like it?” Minho is thrusting a hand down the other’s jeans now, and he laughs cheerily to feel Kibum buck into the palm of his hand, and his own breath hitches as the shallow gasps of Kibum come in short, warm bursts against his collarbones, sending excitement and reunion running up and down the length of his nether regions. He tugs and pulls at the jeans of the younger with one hand, the other curled around his neck, loving the feel of the yielding flesh so much against his own, calloused palm-
He’s yours, darling, he’s yours. He lets you claim him honey; hold him a little tighter, a little closer-
Thank you, Taemin, Minho’s voice is a fervent growl in his head as he holds the younger closer and closer, rippling his hips against the clothed, hard dick Kibum, loving how the younger’s protests grew weaker and weaker and finally submitted to him, eyes rolled back with pure ecstasy. Minho kissed the still boy from head to toe, especially the abused red flesh of his lips, all the while holding him close and loving the way the younger’s face was flushed with blue- wasn’t it supposed to be red?
Never mind, Minho reasons, as he milks his lover for all he’s worth, decorating the pale, blue skin with beautiful, beautiful purples and swellings of love against the rough bark and the cries of owls into the midnight.
~
Minho lays still in the arms of a sleeping Jonghyun as he counts the smiles of a happy Kibum in his head, tossing away all regard for the cold whispers of Taemin’s voice as it fades unwillingly into the blackening abyss of his mind, the corners of his mouth bubbling a delicious white froth that kind of reminds him of the way Kibum looks when he has a milk moustache.
Princess, I love you enough to take all of your favorite pinks, you know that right? Wait for me a little longer, and we’ll be away from everybody else. No Jinki, no Jonghyun. Just you and me and alcohol and heated touches.
A/N - I’m not sure if anyone still remembers this story tbh. The ending wasn’t exactly as well-written as I would have liked it to have; I lost steam halfway through. I hope you guys like it, I’ve never written something like this in my life ;_; And sorry about the comments and messages I should have replied to, but I’m in a rush to get ready for afternoon training and I can’t reply >< I’ll get back to you guys after tonight! <3
If you guys find any grammatical errors and whatnot, please tell me, I haven't had the time to read through this thoroughly and check for them. Thank you and much love!
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Author: 23elevens
Characters: Key/Minho, faux!(Key/Jonghyun), Minho/Jonghyun
Genre: Angst, Violence, Character death
Rating: PG-15
Word count: 5, 520
Summary: I’m sorry for having let you down, baby, so won’t you come back to me? Doesn’t matter where we are, or what we do, so long we have each other. That’s right, you and me, back in the old days, drinking to our hearts’ content and having drunk, crazy sex. Aside from all our little spats and fights- baby, don’t look at me like that- you know I love you. You know you love me too. I’m sorry for what I did, so won’t you come back to me? Baby, he’s nothing compared to you, honest. Come back to me and we’ll go ruining our lives together in a glorious world of Technicolor, whilst dipping into a pool of sweet, sweet love.
Disclaimer: Major fail!summary is fail. In short, Minho wants his Kibum again. Unbeta-ed, as are all of my works. Comments and criticisms are welcome; this is my first time attempting this genre of fics. Read the first chapter HERE.
Having a good network of relationships really does have its perks.
After a few brief and overly-cheery phone calls with old classmates and co-workers, Minho has the shorter boy’s obscure chat room username scrawled on his wrist, along with a rough address on where the other was currently staying at. The brunette stares at the postal code with distaste; Kibum’s currently sharing a goddamn apartment with son-of-a-bitch Lee Jinki.
Stop dwelling on moronic Jinki and turn on the fucking computer, drawls Taemin, and Minho hurriedly tosses away vicious images of Kibum’s new boyfriend being duly butchered and jabs at the sleek black button of Jonghyun’s laptop.
Are you sure this is going to work?
Trust me, darling. If that Krystal isn’t pulling a fast one on you, you’ll see that little slut whoring himself online.
He’s not a sl-
Key in your account details and stop yapping, sugar.
The man’s fingers don’t move fast enough as he clumsily punches in his password, then tapping them impatiently against the duvet afterward, cross-legged and waiting for the page to finish loading. An animated screen greets his eyes a few seconds later, and he squints awkwardly at the tiny pixel-people, pushing his ebony-framed glasses farther up the bridge of his nose.
How do I find him amongst the sea of p-
Post a status about being down in the dumps, darling. That soft hearted whore always falls for shit like that.
Minho bites his tongue to keep the insults inside and concentrates on posting his make-believe status. I just need somebody to-
That is just so fucking cheesy.
So what do you want me to say? Minho pounds at the bedroom walls, irritated.
Say “amicable and bored.” Put a smiley at the end.
That’s not my style.
Exactly, Jonghyun baby, Taemin practically coos, and Minho has to grunt reluctantly in agreement at his ingenuity.
The first few hours of Minho’s online prowl render him increasingly demoralized; he has rejected and left countless private conversation chat-rooms instigated by nameless women (and a few sex-crazed males) with absolutely nothing to work on at all. In desperation, he has attempted to hint heavily at various particulars of Kibum to a few promising characters, but never hit the jackpot. The modeling agency owner is starting to feel as if he was led on by Taemin.
As the harsh afternoon sun dwindles into weak rays that gradually disappear over the suburban horizon, Minho is on the verge of giving up, occasionally raging at an unconcerned Taemin inside his head with a bottle of untouched pills tossed carelessly at the foot of the bed. The man is switching the laptop from knee to knee as he waits hopelessly; the device was almost scalding-hot from its service all day. Minho feels like crap as he clicks on the small x at the top right-hand corner of the screen of yet another conversation, leaning forward to place the notebook next to the pills before stretching out on the bed, staring numbly at the high ceilings.
You lie, Taemin. He’s not appearing.
What d’you expect from just a day of waiting? That slut has a life too you know, unlike you. He has.. services to hand out.
Shut the f-
The computer gives off a tired ding, and Minho groans, switching positions such that he lies on his stomach to read the new conversation. His brain is so fried that it takes three skims of the short greeting to sink into his head, but when it does, Minho jerks upright into a sitting position, heart on a solo triathlon.
At 6:12PM, _bamfbum said:
Hey there, what’s up? ;)
Bingo, darling.
At 6:13PM, raptorface said:
Not much, ‘cept that I’m talking to you ;) intro?
At 6:13PM, _bamfbum said:
Kibum, professional photographer w/ a lot of free time at hand. Hbu?
At 6:14PM, raptorface said:
You’re a guy? :O
At 6:14PM, _bamfbum said:
Very good, Einstein. And yourself?
Minho’s fingers hesitate over the keyboard as he bites his chapped lips nervously; what is he going to reveal about himself to the beautiful angel?
Taemin, tell me what to do, he begs.
You’re Jonghyun now, darling. Jonghyun doesn’t have anyone to talk to in his tiny raptor-head, does he?
At 6:16PM, _bamfbum said:
U still thr?
At 6:18PM, raptorface said:
Yeah, sorry. Went to start dinner ;)
At 6:18PM, _bamfbum said:
Oh, tht’s hawt. U cook; wht else?
At 6:19PM, raptorface said:
Jonghyun, high-end accountant. I lead a pretty boring life. ):
Minho waits with his heart in his mouth; would the boy realize-
At 6:20PM, _bamfbum said:
Cool name ;)
He feels his body go slack with relief.
At 6:20PM, _bamfbum said:
ASL?
At 6:21PM, raptorface said:
27yo, male (duh), Korea. You, my little Westerner?
At 6:21PM, _bamfbum said:
23yo, male like I said, Korea. Small world, and aren’t u quick with the endearments? ^-^
At 6:23PM, raptorface said:
I’m ever-the-charmer. ;) You bored dwn here, too?
At 6:24PM, _bamfbum said:
Aww major gross-out xD
Pretty much so, enuf to talk to boring ole’ accountants like urself!
At 6:24PM, raptorface said:
Tht hurt, Kibum-ah ):
At 6:24PM, _bamfbum said:
Keke, yeah ryte. ;) Listen, r u gna be on 4 long, or anytime after?
At 6:25PM, raptorface said:
Uh, yeah, why? Miss me much? >_>
At 6:26PM, _bamfbum said:
Only I’ve gtg out for dinner ryte nw w/ my boyf ;) Jealous?
Minho clenches his fist and tries to even out his breathing.
At 6:26PM, raptorface said:
You led me on there ):
At 6:27PM, _bamfbum said:
Haha, the ride was good, wasn’t it :D catch u later Jonghyun-hyung, I’m hungry ~
User _bamfbum has added you as a friend.
User _bamfbum has signed out.
The brunette wastes no time in shutting down the device, promptly lying flat on his bed with one hand stuck into the uncombed mess that was his hair since this morning, and the other limb clumsily fumbling with the waistband of his knee-length pants. He allows Taemin’s voice to become a senseless babble in the background of his head as he releases drawn-out moans into the quiet house, keeping his eyes shut and focusing on an extremely erotic image of his angel lying stomach-first on their old bed, playing around with the internet without bothering to place a single thread on his velvet skin. He imagines his routinely-clenching-and-unclenching hands being the younger boy’s sweet mouth around his rock-hard length after he successfully distracts him away from the battered notebook, and the increasing speed of his pumping fist being the sensual bobbing of Kibum’s head. He gasps involuntarily as his thumbs caress the tip of his member; it was almost as if his princess had licked at it just the way he liked, with a skillful tongue. Minho feels himself gradually getting closer and closer to the edge, and he focuses on the memory of the slimmer boy’s hungry eyes and throbbing, red cock as he spreads his legs wider- he was so close, so close- the boy had to come back to him or else-
“Kibum,” he spits, disregarding the disbelief in Taemin’s tuts.
You desperate little whore, jacking off to-
The jarring electronic bell of the front door sounds throughout the house, breaking the momentum of unfettered grunts and a steady spurt of translucent liquid.
~
Whr do u live, the tiny print reads. Minho’s arm is draped across Jonghyun’s middle as he stretches his torso out further to reach the laptop and tap in a reply.
At 12:52AM, raptorface said:
Incheon, Korea.
Wanna come visit? ^^
At 12:53AM, _bamfbum said:
Tch. Don’t even knw u that well. :b
But I live thr too. Stalker.
Minho’s lips twitch into a sad smile as he types. Small w-
“Baby, what are you doing?” Minho jerks guiltily, almost elbowing Jonghyun in his privates as he clambers over the elder to slam the notebook shut. Jonghyun has abandoned his novel now, and crawls over to join his boyfriend at the edge of the bed.
The taller tries hard not to wriggle out of the elder’s possessive arms that are wrapped around his waist, his own slightly-sweaty palms gripping the edges of the rectangular device. If Jonghyun were to find out-
“Nothing, hyung-ah. Just checking out a couple of things.”
Liar, Taemin sings.
“Liar.” Jonghyun whispers playfully into the shell of his ear at the same time, and Minho’s heart almost falls down the cliff of tension to form an unsightly blob. “I saw you on a chat-room, the same one you’ve been on all week. Why the sudden interest with the online world? You used to like books better baby.” Despite the bright lilt to the accountant’s husky voice, Minho still feels a surge of white-hot annoyance course through his veins, and he slides his hands underneath the laptop, raising a thick red line on his upper thighs with a blunted fingernail in an attempt to keep the irritation inside.
“Don’t probe,” Minho answers, turning away from the elder’s to place the black device beside him on the bed. He regrets the harsh cold of his reply almost immediately after he faces Jonghyun again; the shorter man’s bad-boy features were laced with hurt and confusion. Minho nuzzles his head on the bare shoulder of his boyfriend, staring unseeingly at the chest of drawers not too far away from them.
This feels so wrong.
“I’m sorry baby, I- I don’t know what came over me.” Minho looks up now, studying the elder’s chocolate irises. He could see that the other was still not convinced- even feel it in the way he had his arms tucked away stiffly back at his sides.
“I’m sorry, really.” Minho tries again, placing a tired kiss on the stockier man’s plump lips. “I’m sorry baby, I shouldn’t ha-“ The taller feels himself being drawn closer to the other man, and he tells himself to relax slowly into the embrace. He closes his eyes, relieving a forgotten memory of having once held a certain sable-haired boy in the same fashion after a long day’s work.
“It’s okay, baby. I’ve been oversensitive.” Jonghyun runs a lazy hand up and down the taller male’s spine, feeling every single rickety bump and smooth muscle beneath the shirt. The other takes his head away to face his boyfriend the next moment as the shorter hesitates, “But did you..”
“Did I what, hyung?” Minho shifts himself onto Jonghyun’s lap and tilts his head, taking a silver of the skin behind the elder’s left lobe into his mouth.
He is pulled away gently, however, and Minho feels strong hands cup the sides of his face. Jonghyun’s lashes grace adorably across the peak of his cheekbones- admiring someone else, darling?- as he bites his bottom lip, chewing on it nervously before addressing the other again.
“You took.. them, already today, right?”
The teak-haired male knows exactly what the other is asking. “Of course, baby,” He laughs, much too cheerily, and silences further questions with a simple remedy of tackling the shorter man onto the bed with the intent of a heavy tickle fight.
~
It’s the beginning of April, about a month since he’s found Kibum online. Minho sits comfortably behind a high-polished wooden panel, legs at the ankles and phone conveniently deposited in the small open space his legs create. It is that time of the year again, where aspiring models and fresh young faces come snooping around his (modest) empire for a sniff of promising futures. At either side of him sits his fellow partners, taking in turns to whisper over to one another or occasionally comment about a certain model’s features, stance and whatnot. Minho makes no conscious effort in keeping up with the ongoing evaluation of the young people, and instead lazily scans the varying frames of said young people nervously posing in a straight-as-a-pin line in front of the panel of judges. There’s nothing special about this year’s lot; the faces were average, with not-very-impressive curves. None of them were as appealing as his Kibum.
“Mr. Choi.” Hyukjae nudges him, and Minho switches his wandering gaze onto his co-worker.
“Yes?”
“That young one looks promising.” Hyukjae subtly slides his hands onto the table, stretching out his fingers experimentally whilst casting an assuring smile at the nervous crowd of teenagers. Minho swallows a spark of irritation; couldn’t he have pointed out which kid he was on about without the elaborate hand-gestures and worrying about hurting their feelings? But then again, Minho reminds himself, the elder was big on “well-being” of their clients, something that he never was.
“The third kid from the left.”
Minho appraises him coolly, filtering through every last inch of the young boy’s attire and posture with a mental checklist in his head feet-first. As his eyes travel up the svelte length, he notes that the unknown kid has quite an effeminate aura about him, and that his flawless skin glows. Finally, he stops at the head of the young boy to take in his features, and he is surprised to meet a pair of proud, almond-shaped eyes, framed with a curtain of impossibly think eyelashes that flutter seductively as the owner of the eyes stare at him straight on. Minho grudgingly admits to himself that despite the teenager’s impudence for having looked at him like that, he is a work of art. Strange, though - how could someone with a cherubic face and kiddy-appeal look at him with such strength?
Hyukjae beckons the boy forward, and the latter almost struts up to the front panel, practically oozing a smugness that was cleverly veiled by a bright smile. “Annyeonghasayo,” he chirps, and Minho gulps. Somehow, the young model intimidates him, and he shifts uneasily under the teenager’s gaze that seemed to be only directed at him.
Don’t get your panties in a bunch, darling. Isn’t this boy a mere teenager?
The taller takes a slow breath, leaning back into his chair to find a comfortable position before continuing. “Your name?”
The boy flashes a too-wide smile and bows deeply, speaking to the carpet with all due respect, but what escaped his lips next has Minho’s blood running cold. “Lee Taemin, sir.”
Minho stands up abruptly, chair falling on its back with a loud crash, startling the quiet room of candidates and judges alike. It couldn’t be-
How nice, darling! Minho almost tastes the triumph and bubbly-fakeness that echoed ominously inside his head.
The man leans forward, and with a shaking hand he holds Taemin’s face at either sides of his cheeks, twisting the other’s head mechanically left and right, blatantly tuning out the embarrassed and worried babbling of his co-workers as they attempt to stop him hurting the child. This was no child- was it?
“You say,” Minho’s breath shudders, “your name was Taemin?”
He couldn’t believe it; the teenager’s confidence melts away in a split second, and the only things present in those large eyes were liquid fear and utter innocence. “I- yes- I m-mean- my name is- is Taemin. Lee T-Taemin, sir. You’re k-kind of hurting me, sir-“
Minho’s arm whips back at his side of its own accord, and with both hands tucked firmly into the pockets of his straight-leg pants, he speaks, not bothering to conceal the tremors in his voice. “Lee, Kim, today’s model-scout is over. Send the kids back with my apologies.”
“But what about Tae-“ Ryeowook starts, but the door swishes shut behind the brunette with a click.
He barely reaches the comfort of his own office before he pours out the pink-and-white pills into the shaking palm of his hand, clamping a few sweaty fingers over them before stumbling over to his mini-fridge to grab a bottle of mineral water. He uncaps it in a rush, spilling a couple of the pills on the floor, but he doesn’t care- all he wants to do is to make today’s events go away-
Think about Kibum, darling. Do you really, really want to see him gone? Where I go, Kibum goes, too. Taemin’s voice is back, and it whispers dark secrets inside the confines of his head, oiling every single one of his conscious thoughts with doubt.
Minho brings his palm to his mouth, depositing the sickly pills on his leaden tongue and tips the bottle back-
Say goodbye, Minho.
The floor is splattered with a mixture of gooey pills and slightly-tinged water as Minho staggers backward and falls at the foot of his desk, wiping his mouth and shouting senselessly in complete frustration.
~
“Mmm, I’ll wait up for you baby- no it isn’t too much trouble,” Minho mumbles, settling on the bed with his knees up, balancing Jonghyun’s laptop on the peak of his endless limbs. He puts his boyfriend on speaker, holding the phone close to his lips and one hand tapping away silently at the password of the device to log in. choiminho1208
“Babe, you sure?” Jonghyun’s voice crackles with static.
“Yes, I promise. Hurry back to me, I love you,” he responds dully, clicking end call and tossing his phone onto the bed. Not more than two seconds later, the notebook dings, and Minho is rapidly sending out a reply with a Cheshire grin hiked up high upon his cheekbones.
At 10:51PM, _bamfbum said:
Yah, Jjongie, I’m bored
At 10:52PM, raptorface said:
Well hello gorgeous ;)
At 10:52PM, _bamfbum said:
I’m serious ): Bf’s out 2 sme stupid company dinner
Minho smirks derisively- he was a much better boyfriend to his princess than Jinki ever was.
At 10:52PM, raptorface said:
Why didn’t you tag along?
At 10:53PM, raptorface said:
Miss me? :D
At 10:53PM, _bamfbum said:
Bunch of stuck-up asses, y wud I wna go? :/
At 10:53PM, _bamfbum said:
You wish, Jjongie.
At 10:54PM, raptorface said:
You still bored, gorgeous?
At 10:54PM, _bamfbum said:
Duh. N y do u call me gorgeous when u’ve never met me in rl babo (;
At 10:55PM, raptorface said:
Slow striptease in front of the webcam >:)
At 10:55PM, _bamfbum said:
Fuck u asswipe!
With pleasure, Minho types. He stretches his arms into the air whilst waiting for a reply from the other male, and turns up their favorite music up a notch.
You’d love to fuck him, wouldn’t you, darling. Fuck his brains out like the disgusting slut he is, chain him to the bed and make him beg-
At 10:57PM, _bamfbum said:
Show me a pic of ur mug, jjongie (;
Minho is about to churn up an equally flirty reply when reality sets in, and he sits bolt upright, overturning the laptop. As he thanks a bunch of lucky stars for not having to deal with a smashed notebook, he breathes loud, anxious gulps of air, one hand pressed to his temple.
What do I do now, he’s gonna find out and I can’t lie about myself to-
This is Jonghyun’s computer, isn’t it, darling? Taemin sounds almost bored out of his mind (what?) by Minho’s density.
The brunette nods, blissfully ignoring the fact that he is the only one at home, and take the laptop back onto his knees and randomly clicks on little yellow pixels. There were so many pictures of the two of them together; Jonghyun didn’t seem to take any company pictu- found it.
He drums his fingers on the base of the device as he waits impatiently for the picture to upload itself.
At 11:04PM, raptorface said:
Like what you see, gorgeous? ^^
At 11:05PM, _bamfbum said:
Mmm, I’m more than a little impressed, handsome. Like th Alexander Wang u have on here (;
Minho checks the picture whilst swallowing a load of acrid jealousy; this Lee Donghae has donned the perfect cheesy smile that Kibum had a tendency for falling for, and his eyes were covered by a fancy-looking pair of black shades.
Oooh, I love Alexander Wang, Taemin gushes, before reverting back to a manipulative, oily tone. It’s only right that you ask for photograph to fuck to, darling.
Minho ignores the voice, letting his hands fly over the device at top speed. He earns a childish grow of approval from Taemin thereafter, and a hand fingers for the waistband of his sweats.
At 11:07PM, raptorface said:
Do you feel up to a face-to-face, gorgeous? Next Wednesday, 11:30PM.
At 11:07PM, _bamfbum said:
I don’t even knw u rly well, jjongie. Y should I? ;_;
At 11:08PM, raptorface said:
Come on, you know you want to. There’s a sweet park where we could chill out :D
At 11:09PM, _bamfbum said:
Idk, bf might get mad (;
At 11:09PM, raptorface said:
I’ll keep mum, gorgeous.
At 11:10PM, _bamfbum said:
1130, u say? Tht’s a lil’ late darling ~
At 11:11PM, raptorface said:
Night stays young for a long time, gorgeous.
Minho has a scrap of paper inked over with eight numbers and an orgasm in queue, just before Wednesday.
Not long now, my little slut.
~
Wednesday night rolls around in cold slithers of air, and it clings wetly to Minho’s overcoat (the one that Kibum bought for him on their second anniversary) as he skulks behind a large oak, just out of sight of the park bench where they were supposed to meet. He licks his lips in anticipation as he glances at the battered wristwatch on his arm; it’s 11:47PM, and as usual Kibum is being fashionably late. Just then, his pocket vibrates, and he goes a little further behind the tree to read his text- or rather, Jonghyun’s text.
Received: Princess <3
Jjongie, u didn’t leave me out here in th dark bcuz I was l8, did u? :O
Minho peers out of his hiding place, and his heart trembles with the swelling of love and the jitters when a skinny figure wrapped up in a black scarf with silvery fringe ambles toward the park bench, glancing around nervously at the overhead shadows of spooky trees. The figure has his back to him, but Minho knows that this person has to be Kibum.
Thanking the starless night for the fact that Kibum was not facing his direction, Minho silently creeps up on the boy, heart thudding louder than it normally should have. He suddenly stops, just a metre or two away from him, unsure of what to do next. What if he ran away? What if he screamed? What if he hated him? What if he brought someone along with-
Hug the slut, he’s probably all naked and cold under that thin, thin sweater darling.
A bright smile claims its place on the taller man’s cheeks, and slight dimples settle themselves comfortably at the corners of his lips- god, they haven’t been there for a long time- as he scoops Kibum to his chest, marveling at how the younger was as slim and beautiful as he remembered him to be. He hurriedly transfers one hand from the boy’s waist to slide over his eyes, though; he does not want to be recognized so soon. Kibum lets out the most adorable squeak of surprise, and Minho greedily stores it away at the back of his mind and covers it with the remnants of other beautiful memories for later viewing.
“J-Jonghyun?” Kibum’s voice has the sweetest tremor nestling in the midst of his breathless laugh, and Minho feels his own chest shaking slightly in response to his laughter. He curls his arms a mite tighter around the beautiful blonde with multi-colored hair, gulping in generous amounts of the familiar vanilla-and-paint scent. God, has he missed him.
“You’re still as gorgeous as I remember you to be.” Minho’s voice is a cool breath of mint ice-cream , and he rubs his thumbs contentedly over the boy’s smooth, clothed stomach as a shiver ripples through him.
Very good, darling, you’ve got the little whore excited already. Very, very good.
“Wha-? I don’t remember sending- sending you a picture of myself, pabo.” Kibum is confused- Minho can tell by the way his voice is hiked up a teeny bit higher than usual.
“You’re warm, baby.” Minho nuzzles the apples of his cheeks against the top of Kibum’s pretty head, and he hears a beautiful giggle.
“Mmm, and you are, too. You not afraid of my boyfriend jumping out from behind the trees and beating the shit out of you for hugging me like that?” Kibum’s voice is light and teasing, but Minho feels the hateful breeze of red lap at the base of his spine, crawling up the pieces of bone with untamed talons of jealousy.
“I don’t see you protesting, gorgeous. And if boyfriend were to pounce, he’d have pounced already.” Secretly, Minho snorts. That Lee Jinki was no match for him.
“Let go of me already, pedophile. I want to look at your face.” Kibum squirms a little in his grip, and Minho freezes, the cavern of his mouth suddenly as dry as Sahara itself.
He wants to look at me, Taemin, what do I d-
Silence that awful babbling, darling. Let him look. Let him look all that he wants to look. You’ve got him already, darling. Minho shakes off the uneasy feeling that Taemin’s voice is stirring up inside of him and slowly retracts his hold on Kibum, bit by bit.
“You’re taller than I thought you wo- Minho?” Kibum’s cheeky laugh wilts, and a sharp astonishment heavily laces the velvet lilt of his voice, as did his narrowed vulpine eyes, heavily lined with black. Minho panics, and he automatically reaches out to grasp the boy’s skinny forearms at either side, desperately memorizing every inch of his face. It is, thankfully, as perfect as he last remembered it to be.
“What are you doing here? Where’s Jo-“ Kibum breaks off, face flushed and still frozen in Minho’s grip. The latter clumsily scoops the shorter boy back into his arms again, palming at the blonde hair as if to calm him down.
“I can explain-“
“No, why are you here, Minho? I’m supposed to meet someone- is this Jonghyun your Jonghyun?” Kibum’s voice is slightly muffled due to his head being pressed against the taller boy’s chest, and Minho’s brain runs on high as he barely registers how hard he’s holding on to Kibum.
“Gerroff me- Min-Minho, Minho!” Kibum’s voice is a strangled gulp, and Minho panics once again, letting go of the other as if burned by a stove.
Kibum stands facing his ex-boyfriend, breathing hard, and he automatically takes two steps back. Minho’s eyes narrow, and Taemin’s voice comes into focus again.
He’s disgusted by you, darling. You and your dirty tricks-
“You were the one who told me!” Minho is surprised at his own outburst, and a flutter of wings break the silence of the chilly night as the full, overhanging moon is partially shadowed for a moment by frantic black creatures soaring away into the night. His eyes jump back to Kibum’s just in time to see the boy flinch horribly, face paler than a stricken ghost. Minho’s hand shoot out of their own accord and grapples for his beloved’s stiff fingers.
“Min- Minho, stop playing now, where is Jonghyun? Did he help you get me out here so you could meet me?” Kibum’s voice rambles on faster and faster, and he’s still taking steps back, deeper and deeper into the abandoned park night. Minho is still holding on, shaking his head profusely and hair flying all over the place as he gazes at Kibum with smoldering sincerity- or so he hoped it to be.
“There was no Jonghyun in the first place, there was only me, baby. I missed you so bad-“ Minho cannot resist circling a hot palm around the circumference of the younger boy’s tantalizing waist, and he licks his lips once again.
“Then who was the person in the-“
He’s stalling for time to be yours, darling. He’s scared and he wants to run away from the monster that you’ve become. Taemin cackles, and desperation sets deep into the love that has Minho’s senses swimming in oblivion.
“There’s no one except me, princess, that man you saw was Lee Donghae- someone that I knew would appeal to you because you like such cocky smiles- you like mine best, right? Right?” Minho’s lips curl into an unnatural smile as he tries his best to copy Lee Donghae’s trademark grin and presses Kibum against a tree when they meet it. He barely sees the fear that flashes across the blonde’s enlarged eyes, and the way the boy’s blunt fingernails scratch uselessly at his coat in an attempt to hurt him in some way- to just make him let go.
“Minho, let go- it hurts-“
“Princess!” Minho’s is acutely aghast, as he spits his pet name for the younger boy, delicately running a long fingered hand up and down the length of Kibum’s exposed neck- the silvery scarf was ripped away long ago and tossed on the dewy grass. “I’d never hurt you, you know that-“
“It hurts right now, Minho, stop- Jinki’ll be really angr-“ Kibum’s voice is wheezy and scattered as he tries to talk Minho out of his crazed trance, but the elder talks right over him, ridding the younger boy of his clothes in a careless rhythm as his runs his lips smoothly against the cushiony pillows of Kibum’s own, relishing in the moment of sweetness and vanilla and-
“I promise I wouldn’t hurt you, Jinki wouldn’t either princess, we belong together- you see how you like it?” Minho is thrusting a hand down the other’s jeans now, and he laughs cheerily to feel Kibum buck into the palm of his hand, and his own breath hitches as the shallow gasps of Kibum come in short, warm bursts against his collarbones, sending excitement and reunion running up and down the length of his nether regions. He tugs and pulls at the jeans of the younger with one hand, the other curled around his neck, loving the feel of the yielding flesh so much against his own, calloused palm-
He’s yours, darling, he’s yours. He lets you claim him honey; hold him a little tighter, a little closer-
Thank you, Taemin, Minho’s voice is a fervent growl in his head as he holds the younger closer and closer, rippling his hips against the clothed, hard dick Kibum, loving how the younger’s protests grew weaker and weaker and finally submitted to him, eyes rolled back with pure ecstasy. Minho kissed the still boy from head to toe, especially the abused red flesh of his lips, all the while holding him close and loving the way the younger’s face was flushed with blue- wasn’t it supposed to be red?
Never mind, Minho reasons, as he milks his lover for all he’s worth, decorating the pale, blue skin with beautiful, beautiful purples and swellings of love against the rough bark and the cries of owls into the midnight.
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Minho lays still in the arms of a sleeping Jonghyun as he counts the smiles of a happy Kibum in his head, tossing away all regard for the cold whispers of Taemin’s voice as it fades unwillingly into the blackening abyss of his mind, the corners of his mouth bubbling a delicious white froth that kind of reminds him of the way Kibum looks when he has a milk moustache.
Princess, I love you enough to take all of your favorite pinks, you know that right? Wait for me a little longer, and we’ll be away from everybody else. No Jinki, no Jonghyun. Just you and me and alcohol and heated touches.
A/N - I’m not sure if anyone still remembers this story tbh. The ending wasn’t exactly as well-written as I would have liked it to have; I lost steam halfway through. I hope you guys like it, I’ve never written something like this in my life ;_; And sorry about the comments and messages I should have replied to, but I’m in a rush to get ready for afternoon training and I can’t reply >< I’ll get back to you guys after tonight! <3
If you guys find any grammatical errors and whatnot, please tell me, I haven't had the time to read through this thoroughly and check for them. Thank you and much love!
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