Polar Ch 1/?
A/N: A little fic I started, it's inspired by all the random MinKey I'm seeing everywhere. Seriously didn't even know I shipped them until I was captaining a boat. Alas it is a fine ship. Please enjoy my derptastic fic.
MinKey, AU other SHINee members as secondary characters, Park Hyungseop, possible other pairings in the future maybe?
Summary: MinKey maybe polar opposites and the people around them often question their relationship. Are they really meant to be together when they're just so different.
“Why are you with him?”
“Shut up Jjong.”
“No seriously,” Jonghyun began as he always did as almost everyone did, “Why are you with him? You’re always fighting. You don’t have anything in common. You can’t even be in the same place ten minutes without arguing.”
“So?” Key continued on with his work.
“He’s over protective, over possessive, and too competitive. For Christ’s sake, he took you to a soccer game for a date.”
“I like soccer.” Key mumbled straightening the rack. Jonghyun sent him a look, “Shut up, just because I’m not a fanatic doesn’t mean I don’t support it.”
“He doesn’t get along with your friends.”
“You mean he doesn’t get along with you.” Key rolled his eyes.
“Yeah and I’m your most important friend,” Jonghyun smirked; “Besides he looks like an alien.”
“And you look like an idiot, are you done?” Key sighed, “I have actual work to do. Shouldn’t you be working too?”
“I finished the song last night,” Jonghyun remarked lounging on the couch.
“Being a hit song writer is real tough work huh?” Key scoffed, “Well I need to make finishing touches on the S/S collection because the show is next week.”
“Even your jobs aren’t compatible,” Jonghyun pointed out.
“He’s a photo journalist-”
“He’s a sports photo journalist. You’re the nation’s top designer. What are they saying you’re the next Alexander McQueen? That’s amazing!” Jonghyun continued, “You’re not good for each other. Taemin and Onew-hyung agree with me.”
“Shut up. Taemin and Jinki-hyung do not agree with you.” Key chuckled looking between swatches. “Where is hyung anyway?”
“Studio,” Jonghyun answered, “He said he’d catch up with us for lunch. What about Taeminnie?”
“He’ll be at lunch too,” Key replied.
“And Minho?”
“He hasn’t texted me back yet.”
“See? You shouldn’t be together.”
“Oh my god shut up.”
They had this conversation at least once a week. No one he knew understood how he and Minho could be together. To be honest Key didn’t always understand it either, but it was okay if he didn’t understand it. There were a lot of things he didn’t understand but that didn’t make some of these things any less great. He liked to think of his relationship with Minho like the abstract painting he’d seen in a gallery show. He didn’t understand how it was beautiful but it had made him cry.
“You know Hyungseop really likes you,” Jonghyun said suddenly flipping through a magazine.
“Of course he likes me, I keep him employed,” Key answered.
“You know what I mean Bum.”
“I’m in a relationship. I have a boyfriend. I don’t need you trying to hook me up with my models,” Key began, “Why can’t you try to find yourself a girlfriend or boyfriend and stop annoying me?”
“You and Minho don’t belong together.”
“Shut up Kim Jonghyun!”
“Bummie,” Jonghyun whined just as the door buzzed and then opened.
Kibum was relieved. He rushed over, “Yah why didn’t you text me back?” He hit Minho’s shoulder.
Minho only looked at him with a frustrated expression, “My phone is broken.”
“Broken?” Key looked over the other and noticed a faint concealed scrape on his hand. “Jonghyun-hyung get out, I’ll meet up with you later.”
“Kibum-”
Key glared over at the other.
“Fine,” He stood, “Fine, see you later then. Bye Keroro.”
“Bye short-hyung.”
Kibum waited until Jonghyun was gone. “What happened?”
“Nothing.”
“Oh my fucking god Minho, I work with makeup artists all the time I can tell you have some poorly covered scrape here. What happened?”
Minho sighed, “This small kid ran into the middle of a busy road chasing after a ball.”
“Choi Minho I swear to-”
“I didn’t get hit by a car,” He explained quickly, “I just fell getting the kid out of the way.”
“Is that how you broke your phone?” Key asked stroking the other’s wounded hand.
“Yeah, I’m going to pick up a new one today. I just came here first because I knew you probably called,” Minho remarked.
“Are you hurt anywhere else? The kid’s parents thanked you right? Who allows their kid to run in the middle of the street like that?”
Minho chuckled, “I’m fine just this scrape and a few bruises from the fall, the only thing broken is my phone. His mom thanked me a hundred times. She was running after him in heels but tripped. That’s why I ran after him. Is Jonghyun still trying to convince you to break up with me?”
“Don’t change the subject, I’m upset. Did you buy BB cream just to try to cover this up?”
“I didn’t want you to worry.”
“Why would I waste my time worrying about you? I’m just upset that you used cheap BB cream.” Key said turning away.
Minho smiled and wrapped his arms around Key’s waist. “So Jonghyun did?”
“You should call him hyung,”
“I’m just used to my hyungs being more mature and taller.”
Key chuckled. “Minho we’re together right?”
“Yeah.”
“We’re not a good match. We bicker all the time. We have nothing but food in common but we’re together right?” He felt Minho nod and continued, “Is this a good idea? Are we a good idea?”
“The best,” Minho answered, “It’s the best idea.”
“Don’t you ever want to date someone you’re more compatible with? Like that pro-tennis player girl who was in love with you? Yuri right? Wouldn’t you like to date someone like her?”
“No because she’s not you,” Minho remarked, “What about you? Do you want to date someone like Park Hyungseop?”
“You know his name?”
“He flirts with you all the time of course I took the time to learn his name in case I ever have to break his face.” Minho retorted, “Answer me.”
“No,” Key turned in Minho’s arms to return the hug, “I just want you.”
“See that’s all that matters then.” Minho smiled pecking the other’s lips.
“Everyone keeps saying we shouldn’t be together,” Key explained, “I can’t even explain to people why we’re together or how it works.”
“It works because I love you,” Minho said seriously and Key was entranced, “That’s how it works. Nothing else matters because I love you, and I don’t care even if you completely hated soccer I’d still love you. That’s how it works.”
Kibum kissed him once quickly then again and again until he was ready. “I love you. I love you even though you think there’s only one pink.”
Minho grinned leaning in to kiss him again before trailing down. Kibum chuckled accepting the kisses Minho laid his neck. He pulled away giving Minho a grin of his own. “Let’s go tell the bed about how much we love each other.”
Then Kibum was laughing as Minho rushed him down the stairs from his studio to his bedroom. Key wanted to nag about the shirt Minho had taken off and left on the stairs but damn if the muscle tone in his back didn’t make Kibum forgive him. Minho tugged up Kibum’s shirt and with his compliance pulled it over his head. Kibum watched as his 80,000 won shirt was dropped to the ground and frankly he couldn’t care less. Minho’s hands went to his pants.
“As amazing as skinny jeans make your ass and legs look Kibum, they’re a pain to get you out of,” Minho grumbled tugging down the tight jeans pulling briefs along with them.
Kibum only laughed excitedly undoing Minho’s belt and zipper to push his hand inside the denim to grip the other’s clothed cock. Minho pulled Kibum’s hand away.
“No, don’t play dirty,” Minho replied pecking the blond before him.
Kibum giggled, wiggling out of his pants. “But you like when I play dirty.”
Then he was being tossed on the bed and he could only laugh more as Minho quickly snatched the rest of his clothes away before shedding his own. His laughter subsided as he saw the other’s hard cock. He licked his lips in want.
“God Kibum,” Minho groaned settling over the other. “Why are you so beautiful?”
Kibum snorted, “Don’t say those things.”
Minho only shook his head. He looked into Kibum’s eyes, “I’m serious, you’re beautiful.”
Kibum blushed as he always did when Minho complimented his looks. Minho was such a handsome guy, literally the type that girls fawned over. So good looking that when they first met Kibum had mistaken him as a model. To think a man this handsome thought he was beautiful made Kibum flustered.
Minho’s lips fell to his nape, one hand ran down his thigh. “I’m going to make a mess of you.”
Kibum groaned as Minho sucked at a sensitive spot. His naturally low voice already lowering with want, talking dirty to him made Kibum shiver.
“Jagiya,” Kibum whined, “I don’t want to wait.”
“Be patient,” his husky chuckle turned Key on more. “I won’t make you wait long.”
Key lifted his hips in order to get some friction, “Jagiya.”
His back arched as Minho took a nipple into his mouth. Minho removed his lips to smile,
“You’re so sensitive Bummie.”
Then the mouth was back and more aggressive. Key threaded his fingers through Minho’s hair.
“Fingers, fingers, fingers,” He chanted, gasping as Minho moved to the other nipple, “Jagiya hurry.”
Minho’s hand slid down to cup Kibum’s bottom and he pulled away from Kibum’s chest trailing back to supple red lips. “Why are you so impatient?”
“Cause I want your dick,” Kibum said bluntly, “So give it to me.”
Minho groaned as Key arched up his hips grinding against him deliciously. “Lube?”
“Don’t you fuck me in this bed enough to remember where the damn lube is?” Kibum griped. “You practically live here.”
“Yeah, but you’re always reorganizing things,” Minho retorted moving off the other so he could move, "And you're at my place just as much."
“It’s called cleaning,” Kibum groaned in exaggerated irritation and removed the bottle from the drawer of his bed platform. He shoved it at the other, “Hurry.”
“Ok, ok,” Minho licked his lips watching Kibum spread and lift his thighs presenting himself before the other. He went down, he knew Kibum would protest at first but he couldn’t stop himself he wanted a taste.
“Minho don’t you-oh fuck, no, no, ah, ah, ah,” Key felt his eyes roll back.
Minho only buried himself in further pressing his tongue against the hole before slowly pressing inside. He palmed Key’s spotless white thighs in appreciation; he was such a lucky man. Kibum was becoming a shivering mess as Minho’s tongue usually made him but he was hot and ready to be taken.
“No stop, just do it,” He whined, “I need it.”
Minho pulled back with a grin, wiping the saliva from his chin, “What do you need?”
“Fuck Minho stop this shit,” Key glared, “You know what I want you moron.”
Minho spread lube over his fingers chuckling. He pressed one finger inside, “I see you want this right.”
“No hurry up and stretch me. Damn it!”
Minho now worked two fingers inside Kibum, “You don’t want fingers?”
Key was agonizing. He rocked against Minho’s hand ignoring the slight burn as his hole was stretched. “Jagiya, don’t tease me.”
“But you like when I tease you,” Minho returned with a breathy chuckle. “It’s been a while; I’m going to have to prepare you thoroughly.”
Key shook his head, “No, its fine. I can take you.”
“Kibum,” Minho looked to him seriously, “I’m not going to do that.”
He added another finger carefully and Kibum knew he’d end up begging at this rate. “Minho, it’s enough stretching. Aaahhan, I’m ready please.”
“I don’t want to hurt you.”
Key rolled his hips seductively and resorted to the tactic that always got him his way with Minho, “Give Bummie your cock.”
He watched Minho contain himself holding back a groan. “Kibum don’t.”
“Bummie wants it. Give it to Bummie.” The fingers inside him froze as Minho tried hard to maintain his composure, “Bummie wants Minho-oppa inside.”
Then Minho had removed his fingers and was lathering lube onto his cock, muttering to himself, “Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.”
Kibum smiled up at his boyfriend as he swore. Minho didn’t swear often, in fact, Kibum didn’t hear him swear until they’d known each other for two years. He liked to think that his influence caused “Prince Charming” Minho to dirty his mouth more but he couldn’t be sure.
Minho stuffed a pillow under his hips angling him up more making him more accessible. He felt the other press against his hole and took a deep breath as he entered. It hurt but not anywhere near enough to make him change his mind. Especially not with the noise Minho just made. He gasped as he filled him up completely coming to a stop. This had been long overdue.
“Kibum,” He groaned, “Damn.”
“Move,” Key gripped the sheets, balling them in his fists to prepare himself, “Move, make a mess of me.”
Minho gave a half-hearted smirk, “With pleasure.”
“You’re late,” Jonghyun grumbled.
Key ignored the statement using his phone to fix his fringe. Minho bowed slightly and waved his now bandaged hand. “That was might fault. I broke my phone Kibum went with me to get a new one.”
“You changed your clothes.”
“That was a working in the studio outfit. This is a lunch outfit.”
“And your hair?”
“My hair has to match my clothes.”
“Both of those were questions to Minho you know?” Jonghyun smirked, “I can guess what made you late. Ha you’re like teenagers.”
Onew and Taemin both chuckled from where they sat. Kibum flushed but rolled his eyes.
“You’re all immature. Taemin-ah don’t be like these hyungs.” He continued to fiddle with his hair, “Aish I should’ve used hair spray.”
Jonghyun leaned back in his chair, “Since you were late I ordered for you.”
Key shot him a cross look but before he could speak Onew spoke up, “I told the waitress to only take the drink order not the meal.”
“Thanks hyung,” Minho replied looking through the menu, “What do you want? I’ll treat you.”
“Pasta,” Key answered as he finished fixing himself in the mirror, “Selca!”
Minho leaned over automatically smiling into Kibum’s phone for the photo before returning to the menu. “Do you want the cream pasta or the tomato pasta? You want a salad right? Why don’t you try the ravioli then?”
Key leaned over to look at the menu, “Ravioli.”
Minho nodded.
Onew started the conversation, “What are you plans for the week?”
Taemin answered first, “I have an MV shoot in a few days so we’ll be rehearsing like crazy.”
“For who?” Jonghyun asked.
“That new SM group,” Taemin sighed, “They aren’t that great at dancing so it’s going to take a lot of work.”
“I’ll be recording with Joon all week,” Onew smiled turning to Kibum.
“Fashion. Week.” The blond supplied.
“Kibum is making me his slave for the week. I have to finish his show music too,” Jonghyun complained, “I wanted to take a break.”
“Boo hoo.”
“What about you Minho-goon?” Onew asked.
He smiled, “I’ll be covering fashion week.”
“What?” Both Jonghyun and Key whipped their heads towards the tall man.
“Yuri-noona is collaborating for a sports line, which she’s showing at fashion week. I already know her and my boss knows I know you so he asked me to cover it. Now, he doesn’t have to send an extra photographer to fashion week.”
“Why didn’t you tell me?” Key snapped.
“I didn’t know I was going to cover the entire week,” Minho explained, “I only thought I was going to cover the sports-wear but Tiffany-noona needs a photographer for the week so I’m stuck doing it. She’s going to want an exclusive if I tell her I know you.”
“Who’s she writing for?” Key asked.
Minho shrugged and thanked the waitress as she set drinks before them. They paused conversation as Minho ordered for them both and continued as the waitress walked away.
“Who is she writing for?” Key asked again in clear irritation.
“I don’t know some girl magazine,” Minho took out his phone, “I think she emailed me…um Korea Vogue.”
“She can have it,” Key replied. “Now I’ll be in Vogue in four different countries at the same time. Surely I saved the nation in my past life.”
“Well I’ll be able to make the show so if you need any help backstage just drag me in.” Onew added taking a sip of his coke.
Key smiled, “Thanks hyung.”
Minho ordered their food and they made light conversation before Key excused himself for the restroom.
“When are you going to give it up?” Jonghyun began, “You know Park Hyungseop really likes him.”
“Shut up hyung.”
“You know I’m right you and Kibum can’t last as anything more than friends. You shouldn’t be dating when you only know you’ll break up soon. It’s best you do it now when there are really good opportunities for the both of you elsewhere.”
“Shut up hyung,” Minho continued, “I don’t want to hear this.”
“You know I’m right,” Jonghyun went on, “Everyone agrees with me.”
Minho turned to the others, “Please make him shut up.”
“Well,” Taemin started, “I mean I can’t say I don’t worry what would happen if you and Key-hyung stopped dating. I want to remain close with both of you and I can’t imagine you having a clean break up.”
“And you hyung?”
“I think you will work. Sure I don’t understand how or why but even if you broke up as a couple you wouldn’t be able to handle staying out of each other’s lives. You'd just end up together again.” Onew smiled, “I think more positively than these two obviously.”
“Why does everyone think we’re going to break up?” Minho sighed, “We don’t even think about that stuff.”
“That’s the problem,” Jonghyun stated, “It’s just going to creep up on you and you’ll act in the moment instead of thinking about what you’re doing. It wasn’t a good decision for you to get together in the first place.”
“Kibum and I are happy, if we become unhappy then we’ll deal with that. For now we’re happy so why should we make ourselves unhappy because potentially in the future we could be unhappy.” Minho glared, “Why don’t you just tell me why you don’t want me to date him? You’ve been on me since I told you I wanted to go out with him.”
“If you break up then I’ll lose two good friends. You and Kibum both have a record. Your longest relationship is only eight months. Kibum’s is barely a year.” Jonghyun replied. “You’ve both broken that record with each other. I’m happy about that but that only means the clock is ticking and-”
“Hyung shut up,” Minho glared, “I don’t care if you don’t understand it. I understand why you’re worried about our friendship but Kibum and I aren’t breaking up. Not if I have a say in it.”
“Woah what do you mean by that?” Jonghyun looked around leaning in close.
Minho frowned, “You were just telling me that we were bad for each other.”
“That was before shit got serious hyung,” Taemin replied also leaning in, “We’ve got to
hurry up because Key-hyung is probably just now washing his hands and then he’ll adjusting his hair for like two minutes.”
Minho took out his phone and pulled up a picture before handing it to Onew. The other two crowded around, shocked looks struck their faces as Onew wore a wide grin.
“Oh my god hyung!” Taemin punched his shoulder now smiling but still looking at the photo.
“I haven’t decided on it yet,” Minho supplied quickly, “I’m still looking but that’s the best one so far and it’s Tiffany’s when Kibum was designing that wedding dress for some shoot he said he was glad his collaborating jeweler was Tiffany and co.”
Jonghyun looked at him, “It’s like this huh?”
“I’m just thinking it’s not like I’m asking the question yet.”
“This picture was saved three months ago you bastard, your phone broke not your memory card,” Jonghyun grinned, “don’t mess around. You’ve decided huh? When did you order it?”
“Three weeks ago.”
“When are you asking?” Taemin returned to his seat passing the phone back.
Minho shrugged pocketing the phone. “I don’t know.”
“Kibum-goon doesn’t have any ideas does he?” Onew asked.
“He shouldn’t besides with fashion week I don’t need anything stressing him out even more.”
Minho shrugged again, “I’ll find the right time.”
“Okay we’ll talk about this later,” Jonghyun replied taking a sip of his drink.
Kibum returned to the table and gave Jonghyun a glare, “I know what you were talking about you asshole.”
Jonghyun grinned, “I don’t know what you mean bum.”
A/N: O.o I did it. I wrote something and published it. I hope you liked it. Even if you don't you can tell me what I should fix. Thanks for reading!
MinKey, AU other SHINee members as secondary characters, Park Hyungseop, possible other pairings in the future maybe?
Summary: MinKey maybe polar opposites and the people around them often question their relationship. Are they really meant to be together when they're just so different.
“Why are you with him?”
“Shut up Jjong.”
“No seriously,” Jonghyun began as he always did as almost everyone did, “Why are you with him? You’re always fighting. You don’t have anything in common. You can’t even be in the same place ten minutes without arguing.”
“So?” Key continued on with his work.
“He’s over protective, over possessive, and too competitive. For Christ’s sake, he took you to a soccer game for a date.”
“I like soccer.” Key mumbled straightening the rack. Jonghyun sent him a look, “Shut up, just because I’m not a fanatic doesn’t mean I don’t support it.”
“He doesn’t get along with your friends.”
“You mean he doesn’t get along with you.” Key rolled his eyes.
“Yeah and I’m your most important friend,” Jonghyun smirked; “Besides he looks like an alien.”
“And you look like an idiot, are you done?” Key sighed, “I have actual work to do. Shouldn’t you be working too?”
“I finished the song last night,” Jonghyun remarked lounging on the couch.
“Being a hit song writer is real tough work huh?” Key scoffed, “Well I need to make finishing touches on the S/S collection because the show is next week.”
“Even your jobs aren’t compatible,” Jonghyun pointed out.
“He’s a photo journalist-”
“He’s a sports photo journalist. You’re the nation’s top designer. What are they saying you’re the next Alexander McQueen? That’s amazing!” Jonghyun continued, “You’re not good for each other. Taemin and Onew-hyung agree with me.”
“Shut up. Taemin and Jinki-hyung do not agree with you.” Key chuckled looking between swatches. “Where is hyung anyway?”
“Studio,” Jonghyun answered, “He said he’d catch up with us for lunch. What about Taeminnie?”
“He’ll be at lunch too,” Key replied.
“And Minho?”
“He hasn’t texted me back yet.”
“See? You shouldn’t be together.”
“Oh my god shut up.”
They had this conversation at least once a week. No one he knew understood how he and Minho could be together. To be honest Key didn’t always understand it either, but it was okay if he didn’t understand it. There were a lot of things he didn’t understand but that didn’t make some of these things any less great. He liked to think of his relationship with Minho like the abstract painting he’d seen in a gallery show. He didn’t understand how it was beautiful but it had made him cry.
“You know Hyungseop really likes you,” Jonghyun said suddenly flipping through a magazine.
“Of course he likes me, I keep him employed,” Key answered.
“You know what I mean Bum.”
“I’m in a relationship. I have a boyfriend. I don’t need you trying to hook me up with my models,” Key began, “Why can’t you try to find yourself a girlfriend or boyfriend and stop annoying me?”
“You and Minho don’t belong together.”
“Shut up Kim Jonghyun!”
“Bummie,” Jonghyun whined just as the door buzzed and then opened.
Kibum was relieved. He rushed over, “Yah why didn’t you text me back?” He hit Minho’s shoulder.
Minho only looked at him with a frustrated expression, “My phone is broken.”
“Broken?” Key looked over the other and noticed a faint concealed scrape on his hand. “Jonghyun-hyung get out, I’ll meet up with you later.”
“Kibum-”
Key glared over at the other.
“Fine,” He stood, “Fine, see you later then. Bye Keroro.”
“Bye short-hyung.”
Kibum waited until Jonghyun was gone. “What happened?”
“Nothing.”
“Oh my fucking god Minho, I work with makeup artists all the time I can tell you have some poorly covered scrape here. What happened?”
Minho sighed, “This small kid ran into the middle of a busy road chasing after a ball.”
“Choi Minho I swear to-”
“I didn’t get hit by a car,” He explained quickly, “I just fell getting the kid out of the way.”
“Is that how you broke your phone?” Key asked stroking the other’s wounded hand.
“Yeah, I’m going to pick up a new one today. I just came here first because I knew you probably called,” Minho remarked.
“Are you hurt anywhere else? The kid’s parents thanked you right? Who allows their kid to run in the middle of the street like that?”
Minho chuckled, “I’m fine just this scrape and a few bruises from the fall, the only thing broken is my phone. His mom thanked me a hundred times. She was running after him in heels but tripped. That’s why I ran after him. Is Jonghyun still trying to convince you to break up with me?”
“Don’t change the subject, I’m upset. Did you buy BB cream just to try to cover this up?”
“I didn’t want you to worry.”
“Why would I waste my time worrying about you? I’m just upset that you used cheap BB cream.” Key said turning away.
Minho smiled and wrapped his arms around Key’s waist. “So Jonghyun did?”
“You should call him hyung,”
“I’m just used to my hyungs being more mature and taller.”
Key chuckled. “Minho we’re together right?”
“Yeah.”
“We’re not a good match. We bicker all the time. We have nothing but food in common but we’re together right?” He felt Minho nod and continued, “Is this a good idea? Are we a good idea?”
“The best,” Minho answered, “It’s the best idea.”
“Don’t you ever want to date someone you’re more compatible with? Like that pro-tennis player girl who was in love with you? Yuri right? Wouldn’t you like to date someone like her?”
“No because she’s not you,” Minho remarked, “What about you? Do you want to date someone like Park Hyungseop?”
“You know his name?”
“He flirts with you all the time of course I took the time to learn his name in case I ever have to break his face.” Minho retorted, “Answer me.”
“No,” Key turned in Minho’s arms to return the hug, “I just want you.”
“See that’s all that matters then.” Minho smiled pecking the other’s lips.
“Everyone keeps saying we shouldn’t be together,” Key explained, “I can’t even explain to people why we’re together or how it works.”
“It works because I love you,” Minho said seriously and Key was entranced, “That’s how it works. Nothing else matters because I love you, and I don’t care even if you completely hated soccer I’d still love you. That’s how it works.”
Kibum kissed him once quickly then again and again until he was ready. “I love you. I love you even though you think there’s only one pink.”
Minho grinned leaning in to kiss him again before trailing down. Kibum chuckled accepting the kisses Minho laid his neck. He pulled away giving Minho a grin of his own. “Let’s go tell the bed about how much we love each other.”
Then Kibum was laughing as Minho rushed him down the stairs from his studio to his bedroom. Key wanted to nag about the shirt Minho had taken off and left on the stairs but damn if the muscle tone in his back didn’t make Kibum forgive him. Minho tugged up Kibum’s shirt and with his compliance pulled it over his head. Kibum watched as his 80,000 won shirt was dropped to the ground and frankly he couldn’t care less. Minho’s hands went to his pants.
“As amazing as skinny jeans make your ass and legs look Kibum, they’re a pain to get you out of,” Minho grumbled tugging down the tight jeans pulling briefs along with them.
Kibum only laughed excitedly undoing Minho’s belt and zipper to push his hand inside the denim to grip the other’s clothed cock. Minho pulled Kibum’s hand away.
“No, don’t play dirty,” Minho replied pecking the blond before him.
Kibum giggled, wiggling out of his pants. “But you like when I play dirty.”
Then he was being tossed on the bed and he could only laugh more as Minho quickly snatched the rest of his clothes away before shedding his own. His laughter subsided as he saw the other’s hard cock. He licked his lips in want.
“God Kibum,” Minho groaned settling over the other. “Why are you so beautiful?”
Kibum snorted, “Don’t say those things.”
Minho only shook his head. He looked into Kibum’s eyes, “I’m serious, you’re beautiful.”
Kibum blushed as he always did when Minho complimented his looks. Minho was such a handsome guy, literally the type that girls fawned over. So good looking that when they first met Kibum had mistaken him as a model. To think a man this handsome thought he was beautiful made Kibum flustered.
Minho’s lips fell to his nape, one hand ran down his thigh. “I’m going to make a mess of you.”
Kibum groaned as Minho sucked at a sensitive spot. His naturally low voice already lowering with want, talking dirty to him made Kibum shiver.
“Jagiya,” Kibum whined, “I don’t want to wait.”
“Be patient,” his husky chuckle turned Key on more. “I won’t make you wait long.”
Key lifted his hips in order to get some friction, “Jagiya.”
His back arched as Minho took a nipple into his mouth. Minho removed his lips to smile,
“You’re so sensitive Bummie.”
Then the mouth was back and more aggressive. Key threaded his fingers through Minho’s hair.
“Fingers, fingers, fingers,” He chanted, gasping as Minho moved to the other nipple, “Jagiya hurry.”
Minho’s hand slid down to cup Kibum’s bottom and he pulled away from Kibum’s chest trailing back to supple red lips. “Why are you so impatient?”
“Cause I want your dick,” Kibum said bluntly, “So give it to me.”
Minho groaned as Key arched up his hips grinding against him deliciously. “Lube?”
“Don’t you fuck me in this bed enough to remember where the damn lube is?” Kibum griped. “You practically live here.”
“Yeah, but you’re always reorganizing things,” Minho retorted moving off the other so he could move, "And you're at my place just as much."
“It’s called cleaning,” Kibum groaned in exaggerated irritation and removed the bottle from the drawer of his bed platform. He shoved it at the other, “Hurry.”
“Ok, ok,” Minho licked his lips watching Kibum spread and lift his thighs presenting himself before the other. He went down, he knew Kibum would protest at first but he couldn’t stop himself he wanted a taste.
“Minho don’t you-oh fuck, no, no, ah, ah, ah,” Key felt his eyes roll back.
Minho only buried himself in further pressing his tongue against the hole before slowly pressing inside. He palmed Key’s spotless white thighs in appreciation; he was such a lucky man. Kibum was becoming a shivering mess as Minho’s tongue usually made him but he was hot and ready to be taken.
“No stop, just do it,” He whined, “I need it.”
Minho pulled back with a grin, wiping the saliva from his chin, “What do you need?”
“Fuck Minho stop this shit,” Key glared, “You know what I want you moron.”
Minho spread lube over his fingers chuckling. He pressed one finger inside, “I see you want this right.”
“No hurry up and stretch me. Damn it!”
Minho now worked two fingers inside Kibum, “You don’t want fingers?”
Key was agonizing. He rocked against Minho’s hand ignoring the slight burn as his hole was stretched. “Jagiya, don’t tease me.”
“But you like when I tease you,” Minho returned with a breathy chuckle. “It’s been a while; I’m going to have to prepare you thoroughly.”
Key shook his head, “No, its fine. I can take you.”
“Kibum,” Minho looked to him seriously, “I’m not going to do that.”
He added another finger carefully and Kibum knew he’d end up begging at this rate. “Minho, it’s enough stretching. Aaahhan, I’m ready please.”
“I don’t want to hurt you.”
Key rolled his hips seductively and resorted to the tactic that always got him his way with Minho, “Give Bummie your cock.”
He watched Minho contain himself holding back a groan. “Kibum don’t.”
“Bummie wants it. Give it to Bummie.” The fingers inside him froze as Minho tried hard to maintain his composure, “Bummie wants Minho-oppa inside.”
Then Minho had removed his fingers and was lathering lube onto his cock, muttering to himself, “Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.”
Kibum smiled up at his boyfriend as he swore. Minho didn’t swear often, in fact, Kibum didn’t hear him swear until they’d known each other for two years. He liked to think that his influence caused “Prince Charming” Minho to dirty his mouth more but he couldn’t be sure.
Minho stuffed a pillow under his hips angling him up more making him more accessible. He felt the other press against his hole and took a deep breath as he entered. It hurt but not anywhere near enough to make him change his mind. Especially not with the noise Minho just made. He gasped as he filled him up completely coming to a stop. This had been long overdue.
“Kibum,” He groaned, “Damn.”
“Move,” Key gripped the sheets, balling them in his fists to prepare himself, “Move, make a mess of me.”
Minho gave a half-hearted smirk, “With pleasure.”
“You’re late,” Jonghyun grumbled.
Key ignored the statement using his phone to fix his fringe. Minho bowed slightly and waved his now bandaged hand. “That was might fault. I broke my phone Kibum went with me to get a new one.”
“You changed your clothes.”
“That was a working in the studio outfit. This is a lunch outfit.”
“And your hair?”
“My hair has to match my clothes.”
“Both of those were questions to Minho you know?” Jonghyun smirked, “I can guess what made you late. Ha you’re like teenagers.”
Onew and Taemin both chuckled from where they sat. Kibum flushed but rolled his eyes.
“You’re all immature. Taemin-ah don’t be like these hyungs.” He continued to fiddle with his hair, “Aish I should’ve used hair spray.”
Jonghyun leaned back in his chair, “Since you were late I ordered for you.”
Key shot him a cross look but before he could speak Onew spoke up, “I told the waitress to only take the drink order not the meal.”
“Thanks hyung,” Minho replied looking through the menu, “What do you want? I’ll treat you.”
“Pasta,” Key answered as he finished fixing himself in the mirror, “Selca!”
Minho leaned over automatically smiling into Kibum’s phone for the photo before returning to the menu. “Do you want the cream pasta or the tomato pasta? You want a salad right? Why don’t you try the ravioli then?”
Key leaned over to look at the menu, “Ravioli.”
Minho nodded.
Onew started the conversation, “What are you plans for the week?”
Taemin answered first, “I have an MV shoot in a few days so we’ll be rehearsing like crazy.”
“For who?” Jonghyun asked.
“That new SM group,” Taemin sighed, “They aren’t that great at dancing so it’s going to take a lot of work.”
“I’ll be recording with Joon all week,” Onew smiled turning to Kibum.
“Fashion. Week.” The blond supplied.
“Kibum is making me his slave for the week. I have to finish his show music too,” Jonghyun complained, “I wanted to take a break.”
“Boo hoo.”
“What about you Minho-goon?” Onew asked.
He smiled, “I’ll be covering fashion week.”
“What?” Both Jonghyun and Key whipped their heads towards the tall man.
“Yuri-noona is collaborating for a sports line, which she’s showing at fashion week. I already know her and my boss knows I know you so he asked me to cover it. Now, he doesn’t have to send an extra photographer to fashion week.”
“Why didn’t you tell me?” Key snapped.
“I didn’t know I was going to cover the entire week,” Minho explained, “I only thought I was going to cover the sports-wear but Tiffany-noona needs a photographer for the week so I’m stuck doing it. She’s going to want an exclusive if I tell her I know you.”
“Who’s she writing for?” Key asked.
Minho shrugged and thanked the waitress as she set drinks before them. They paused conversation as Minho ordered for them both and continued as the waitress walked away.
“Who is she writing for?” Key asked again in clear irritation.
“I don’t know some girl magazine,” Minho took out his phone, “I think she emailed me…um Korea Vogue.”
“She can have it,” Key replied. “Now I’ll be in Vogue in four different countries at the same time. Surely I saved the nation in my past life.”
“Well I’ll be able to make the show so if you need any help backstage just drag me in.” Onew added taking a sip of his coke.
Key smiled, “Thanks hyung.”
Minho ordered their food and they made light conversation before Key excused himself for the restroom.
“When are you going to give it up?” Jonghyun began, “You know Park Hyungseop really likes him.”
“Shut up hyung.”
“You know I’m right you and Kibum can’t last as anything more than friends. You shouldn’t be dating when you only know you’ll break up soon. It’s best you do it now when there are really good opportunities for the both of you elsewhere.”
“Shut up hyung,” Minho continued, “I don’t want to hear this.”
“You know I’m right,” Jonghyun went on, “Everyone agrees with me.”
Minho turned to the others, “Please make him shut up.”
“Well,” Taemin started, “I mean I can’t say I don’t worry what would happen if you and Key-hyung stopped dating. I want to remain close with both of you and I can’t imagine you having a clean break up.”
“And you hyung?”
“I think you will work. Sure I don’t understand how or why but even if you broke up as a couple you wouldn’t be able to handle staying out of each other’s lives. You'd just end up together again.” Onew smiled, “I think more positively than these two obviously.”
“Why does everyone think we’re going to break up?” Minho sighed, “We don’t even think about that stuff.”
“That’s the problem,” Jonghyun stated, “It’s just going to creep up on you and you’ll act in the moment instead of thinking about what you’re doing. It wasn’t a good decision for you to get together in the first place.”
“Kibum and I are happy, if we become unhappy then we’ll deal with that. For now we’re happy so why should we make ourselves unhappy because potentially in the future we could be unhappy.” Minho glared, “Why don’t you just tell me why you don’t want me to date him? You’ve been on me since I told you I wanted to go out with him.”
“If you break up then I’ll lose two good friends. You and Kibum both have a record. Your longest relationship is only eight months. Kibum’s is barely a year.” Jonghyun replied. “You’ve both broken that record with each other. I’m happy about that but that only means the clock is ticking and-”
“Hyung shut up,” Minho glared, “I don’t care if you don’t understand it. I understand why you’re worried about our friendship but Kibum and I aren’t breaking up. Not if I have a say in it.”
“Woah what do you mean by that?” Jonghyun looked around leaning in close.
Minho frowned, “You were just telling me that we were bad for each other.”
“That was before shit got serious hyung,” Taemin replied also leaning in, “We’ve got to
hurry up because Key-hyung is probably just now washing his hands and then he’ll adjusting his hair for like two minutes.”
Minho took out his phone and pulled up a picture before handing it to Onew. The other two crowded around, shocked looks struck their faces as Onew wore a wide grin.
“Oh my god hyung!” Taemin punched his shoulder now smiling but still looking at the photo.
“I haven’t decided on it yet,” Minho supplied quickly, “I’m still looking but that’s the best one so far and it’s Tiffany’s when Kibum was designing that wedding dress for some shoot he said he was glad his collaborating jeweler was Tiffany and co.”
Jonghyun looked at him, “It’s like this huh?”
“I’m just thinking it’s not like I’m asking the question yet.”
“This picture was saved three months ago you bastard, your phone broke not your memory card,” Jonghyun grinned, “don’t mess around. You’ve decided huh? When did you order it?”
“Three weeks ago.”
“When are you asking?” Taemin returned to his seat passing the phone back.
Minho shrugged pocketing the phone. “I don’t know.”
“Kibum-goon doesn’t have any ideas does he?” Onew asked.
“He shouldn’t besides with fashion week I don’t need anything stressing him out even more.”
Minho shrugged again, “I’ll find the right time.”
“Okay we’ll talk about this later,” Jonghyun replied taking a sip of his drink.
Kibum returned to the table and gave Jonghyun a glare, “I know what you were talking about you asshole.”
Jonghyun grinned, “I don’t know what you mean bum.”
A/N: O.o I did it. I wrote something and published it. I hope you liked it. Even if you don't you can tell me what I should fix. Thanks for reading!