Police Station
Title: Police Station C4
Pairing: 2min
Rating: PG13
Genre: Drama, slight angst/humour?
Summary: In which Minho is a lawyer, worn down by the daily grind of work, until he meets a blonde boy in the overnight cell, guaranteed to change Minho's perspective in life.
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They came back to the cell, where they found Kibum waiting impatiently, tapping his pointed polished shoes on the floor.
‘Where the hell where you, you asshole? I was starting to think you kidnapped Taemin-ah and was going to turn him into your slave.’ Kibum snapped, glaring at Minho and yanking a Taemin with a polite smile out of his grasp, placing an arm protectively around him.
Minho scowled. ‘Kibum, calm down. It’s not like he’s your client anyway, he’s mine.’ he took Taemin’s hand firmly, ignoring the little jolt of electricity that passed once again once their bare skin had made contact. Taemin looked amused to be caught in the middle of this conflict as he cocked his head to one side, eyes flickering from side to side as if he was watching a tennis match.
‘Hyung.’ Minho glanced down at Taemin, expression softening momentarily as he met those doe eyes. ‘Isn’t it going to be time for your meeting soon?’
Minho cursed under his breath, telling Taemin that he would be back as soon as possible, Kibum lingering to fix Taemin’s hair before following Minho out of the cell. Minho walked quickly, leaving Kibum yet again struggling to match up with Minho’s long strides.
‘Slow down, asshole. Not everyone’s legs are as long as yours.’
‘Not everyone is as annoying as you.’
‘Not everyone has a crush on Taemin.’ Kibum shot back.
Minho clenched his jaw, not bothering to dignify Kibum’s retort with a response, slowing down.
‘Don’t come and annoy me when I’m with him then.’
Kibum chuckled at this. ‘You know, Minho, you should really keep that jealousy under wraps. You might scare him off if he sees this side of you. I’m used to it, I’ve had to endure you for my whole life, remember.’
Minho had nearly forgotten that unlike the people who found his quiet demeanour mysterious and thrilling, Kibum could read him like an open book, his thoughts and feelings laid out to Kibum as simple as a bedtime story.
Kibum perked up. 'You know, we could be like the three musketeers. And oh my god, I could do his hair for him.’ Kibum sighed dreamily. 'Can you imagine what his hair would look like crimped? And god, I could take him clothes shopping, buy him some ripped jeans, leather leggings, a new jacket… he could be my shopping partner since you don’t care what you look like.’ he cast a snide glance up and down Minho, noting however that today he was wearing one of the suits Kibum had purchased for him ‘Yah, Minho, do you think anyone would notice if I took him home with me?’
Minho seethed internally. ‘If anyone’s taking him home, it’s going to be me.’
Minho was thankful that their supervisor was punctual as always, ending the conversation between him and Kibum effectively.
Kibum scribbled on a pink post it, passing it to Minho.
Maybe I should dye my hair blonde as well. Brown is getting boring.
~
Minho was surprised that Kibum could wait until their supervisor exited the room before speaking.
‘Yah, Minho, are we going for dinner again?’
‘I’m not paying for you again.’
‘Fine, I’ll just bring Taemin with myself. You can go home and cook some ramen.’
Minho scowled again, and Kibum snickered with how easy it was to wind up Minho.
‘Let’s get Taemin before any of us make dinner plans. Also, you’re not bringing him home with you.’
If Minho wasn’t going to get Taemin, then there was no way in hell that he would let the teenager go home with Kibum.
‘Taemin-ah,’ Kibum cooed as Minho unlocked the cell door.
‘Kibum hyung. Minho hyung.’
It still sent a tingle up his spine every time Minho heard those two words leave Taemin’s lips.
‘Taemin-ah, I’m going to take you out for dinner, but Minho here’ - Kibum shot a condescending glare at Minho, rolling his eyes threatrically - ‘doesn’t want to go out, so he just wants to go back to his apartment and eat ramen, alone, whilst watching a rerun of Strong Heart. But you and me can go get steak,’ Kibum announced, clapping his hands together.
Minho could feel the competition that Kibum had just created, and he knew that Kibum knew that Minho always had to win. Taemin bit his lip, glancing from each man, noticing the developed tension that lay heavy in the air.
‘Hyung,’ Taemin tugged on Minho’s sleeve. ‘I want to eat steak.’
Kibum crowed happily. ‘Minho, you can find your own way home.’
Taemin pouted, puffing up his cheeks as he blew his fringe out of his eyes in frustration, tugging on Minho‘s sleeve insistently. ‘Minho hyung! Come with us.’
Minho allowed himself a small smile at this.
~
Minho and Kibum argued quietly about who should pay the bill whilst they were waiting to be seated, Taemin preoccupied with trying to get the goldfish in the koi pond to suck his fingers. They eventually decided they should split the bill in half evenly, leaving each complacent that they still got to pay for Taemin, whilst not having to pay for the other.
Kibum refused to eat steak, declaring that he couldn’t cope with a big meal and that he needed to maintain his figure and ordering a Caesar salad instead, casting a sidelong glance at Minho as he said this. Minho took great delight in ordering a 12oz cheese steak for himself and Taemin, asking for fries on the side and for the steaks to be medium rare - just the way Minho (and Kibum consequently enough) liked it.
They talked as a three, with Minho (accidentally) scuffing Kibum’s shin under the table whenever he decided to bring up past memories of their childhood. Taemin listened attentively, cheeks bulging, occasionally pushing all his food into one cheek in order to ask a question. Minho scowled as Kibum once again recounted the memory of their mothers liking to bathe them at the same time, and how Minho liked to thrash around crazily in the bathtub, splashing water over the edge as he dreamed of winning the 100m swim in the Olympics.
Minho excused himself to use the restroom, sending Kibum a final kick (Kibum didn’t even wince) and a warning glare, warning them to not to continue the conversation without him. Kibum paused, looking as satisfied as a cat who got the cream and leant over to steal a piece of steak left on Minho’s plate.
‘Kibum hyung, you and Minho hyung seem awfully close,’ Taemin said Kibum thought he sounded wistful, and he smiled at the boy, who had his chin cradled in his hand, studying Kibum with furrowed eyebrows and was seemingly deep in thought.
‘Our mothers knew each other, and we were born 3 months apart,’ Kibum laughed at this, head thrown back. ‘Can you believe that I’m actually older than Minho?’
Taemin raised an eyebrow in disbelief, a slight smile tugging on his full lips. ‘You don’t look it , hyung.’
‘I know, right? He doesn’t act younger than me either.’
‘Has Minho hyung always been like this? Protective?’
Kibum nodded, reaching over the table to pat the younger’s hand comfortingly, grasping the thin fingers between his own. ‘In high school, he stuck up for me. Protected me against the bullies when first I came out of the closet. He didn’t care that he would be made an outcast like me, didn’t care that the football team would treat him differently and he would eventually get kicked out of the squad.’ Kibum’s words sounded bitter, a contrast to his eyes carefully lined with black kohl, the slight glimmer and glow that dusted his cheeks.
Kibum looked into Taemin’s eyes, seeing the dark orbs that held a wealth of experience - hurt, worry, all outlined with the morose tinge of being afraid of left alone, of being failed once again.
‘I’m lucky to have him as my friend. You have to understand, Taemin, that when you get close to Minho, he’ll never let you go. He would do anything for you once you’re his friend, even if he may not necessarily be your friend.’
Taemin nodded, face smoothing from the worry in his forehead, safe in the knowledge that Kibum understood, perhaps even more than he did himself. His burden seemed lightened, posture slightly less slumped by the knowledge that someone would always be there, waiting in the corner for him if he ever was to fall from this reality surrounding him.
A/N: ...yea. I'm sorry for taking so long to update this. I've been really good at procrastinating lately.
Pairing: 2min
Rating: PG13
Genre: Drama, slight angst/humour?
Summary: In which Minho is a lawyer, worn down by the daily grind of work, until he meets a blonde boy in the overnight cell, guaranteed to change Minho's perspective in life.
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They came back to the cell, where they found Kibum waiting impatiently, tapping his pointed polished shoes on the floor.
‘Where the hell where you, you asshole? I was starting to think you kidnapped Taemin-ah and was going to turn him into your slave.’ Kibum snapped, glaring at Minho and yanking a Taemin with a polite smile out of his grasp, placing an arm protectively around him.
Minho scowled. ‘Kibum, calm down. It’s not like he’s your client anyway, he’s mine.’ he took Taemin’s hand firmly, ignoring the little jolt of electricity that passed once again once their bare skin had made contact. Taemin looked amused to be caught in the middle of this conflict as he cocked his head to one side, eyes flickering from side to side as if he was watching a tennis match.
‘Hyung.’ Minho glanced down at Taemin, expression softening momentarily as he met those doe eyes. ‘Isn’t it going to be time for your meeting soon?’
Minho cursed under his breath, telling Taemin that he would be back as soon as possible, Kibum lingering to fix Taemin’s hair before following Minho out of the cell. Minho walked quickly, leaving Kibum yet again struggling to match up with Minho’s long strides.
‘Slow down, asshole. Not everyone’s legs are as long as yours.’
‘Not everyone is as annoying as you.’
‘Not everyone has a crush on Taemin.’ Kibum shot back.
Minho clenched his jaw, not bothering to dignify Kibum’s retort with a response, slowing down.
‘Don’t come and annoy me when I’m with him then.’
Kibum chuckled at this. ‘You know, Minho, you should really keep that jealousy under wraps. You might scare him off if he sees this side of you. I’m used to it, I’ve had to endure you for my whole life, remember.’
Minho had nearly forgotten that unlike the people who found his quiet demeanour mysterious and thrilling, Kibum could read him like an open book, his thoughts and feelings laid out to Kibum as simple as a bedtime story.
Kibum perked up. 'You know, we could be like the three musketeers. And oh my god, I could do his hair for him.’ Kibum sighed dreamily. 'Can you imagine what his hair would look like crimped? And god, I could take him clothes shopping, buy him some ripped jeans, leather leggings, a new jacket… he could be my shopping partner since you don’t care what you look like.’ he cast a snide glance up and down Minho, noting however that today he was wearing one of the suits Kibum had purchased for him ‘Yah, Minho, do you think anyone would notice if I took him home with me?’
Minho seethed internally. ‘If anyone’s taking him home, it’s going to be me.’
Minho was thankful that their supervisor was punctual as always, ending the conversation between him and Kibum effectively.
Kibum scribbled on a pink post it, passing it to Minho.
Maybe I should dye my hair blonde as well. Brown is getting boring.
~
Minho was surprised that Kibum could wait until their supervisor exited the room before speaking.
‘Yah, Minho, are we going for dinner again?’
‘I’m not paying for you again.’
‘Fine, I’ll just bring Taemin with myself. You can go home and cook some ramen.’
Minho scowled again, and Kibum snickered with how easy it was to wind up Minho.
‘Let’s get Taemin before any of us make dinner plans. Also, you’re not bringing him home with you.’
If Minho wasn’t going to get Taemin, then there was no way in hell that he would let the teenager go home with Kibum.
‘Taemin-ah,’ Kibum cooed as Minho unlocked the cell door.
‘Kibum hyung. Minho hyung.’
It still sent a tingle up his spine every time Minho heard those two words leave Taemin’s lips.
‘Taemin-ah, I’m going to take you out for dinner, but Minho here’ - Kibum shot a condescending glare at Minho, rolling his eyes threatrically - ‘doesn’t want to go out, so he just wants to go back to his apartment and eat ramen, alone, whilst watching a rerun of Strong Heart. But you and me can go get steak,’ Kibum announced, clapping his hands together.
Minho could feel the competition that Kibum had just created, and he knew that Kibum knew that Minho always had to win. Taemin bit his lip, glancing from each man, noticing the developed tension that lay heavy in the air.
‘Hyung,’ Taemin tugged on Minho’s sleeve. ‘I want to eat steak.’
Kibum crowed happily. ‘Minho, you can find your own way home.’
Taemin pouted, puffing up his cheeks as he blew his fringe out of his eyes in frustration, tugging on Minho‘s sleeve insistently. ‘Minho hyung! Come with us.’
Minho allowed himself a small smile at this.
~
Minho and Kibum argued quietly about who should pay the bill whilst they were waiting to be seated, Taemin preoccupied with trying to get the goldfish in the koi pond to suck his fingers. They eventually decided they should split the bill in half evenly, leaving each complacent that they still got to pay for Taemin, whilst not having to pay for the other.
Kibum refused to eat steak, declaring that he couldn’t cope with a big meal and that he needed to maintain his figure and ordering a Caesar salad instead, casting a sidelong glance at Minho as he said this. Minho took great delight in ordering a 12oz cheese steak for himself and Taemin, asking for fries on the side and for the steaks to be medium rare - just the way Minho (and Kibum consequently enough) liked it.
They talked as a three, with Minho (accidentally) scuffing Kibum’s shin under the table whenever he decided to bring up past memories of their childhood. Taemin listened attentively, cheeks bulging, occasionally pushing all his food into one cheek in order to ask a question. Minho scowled as Kibum once again recounted the memory of their mothers liking to bathe them at the same time, and how Minho liked to thrash around crazily in the bathtub, splashing water over the edge as he dreamed of winning the 100m swim in the Olympics.
Minho excused himself to use the restroom, sending Kibum a final kick (Kibum didn’t even wince) and a warning glare, warning them to not to continue the conversation without him. Kibum paused, looking as satisfied as a cat who got the cream and leant over to steal a piece of steak left on Minho’s plate.
‘Kibum hyung, you and Minho hyung seem awfully close,’ Taemin said Kibum thought he sounded wistful, and he smiled at the boy, who had his chin cradled in his hand, studying Kibum with furrowed eyebrows and was seemingly deep in thought.
‘Our mothers knew each other, and we were born 3 months apart,’ Kibum laughed at this, head thrown back. ‘Can you believe that I’m actually older than Minho?’
Taemin raised an eyebrow in disbelief, a slight smile tugging on his full lips. ‘You don’t look it , hyung.’
‘I know, right? He doesn’t act younger than me either.’
‘Has Minho hyung always been like this? Protective?’
Kibum nodded, reaching over the table to pat the younger’s hand comfortingly, grasping the thin fingers between his own. ‘In high school, he stuck up for me. Protected me against the bullies when first I came out of the closet. He didn’t care that he would be made an outcast like me, didn’t care that the football team would treat him differently and he would eventually get kicked out of the squad.’ Kibum’s words sounded bitter, a contrast to his eyes carefully lined with black kohl, the slight glimmer and glow that dusted his cheeks.
Kibum looked into Taemin’s eyes, seeing the dark orbs that held a wealth of experience - hurt, worry, all outlined with the morose tinge of being afraid of left alone, of being failed once again.
‘I’m lucky to have him as my friend. You have to understand, Taemin, that when you get close to Minho, he’ll never let you go. He would do anything for you once you’re his friend, even if he may not necessarily be your friend.’
Taemin nodded, face smoothing from the worry in his forehead, safe in the knowledge that Kibum understood, perhaps even more than he did himself. His burden seemed lightened, posture slightly less slumped by the knowledge that someone would always be there, waiting in the corner for him if he ever was to fall from this reality surrounding him.
A/N: ...yea. I'm sorry for taking so long to update this. I've been really good at procrastinating lately.