Payback is Sweet; Minho/Key
It's still a mystery to who has the upper hand in their relationship.
Inspired by this. Sequel to The Joke's On You.
gif credits to heartmingkey.tumblr.
If Kibum thought he had the upper hand in the mind games he played with Minho, he was completely and utterly wrong. This was simply because, in the same way that Kibum knew Minho like the back of his hand, Minho too had Kibum all figured out. Spending seven years and counting together was more than enough time to get to know a stranger inside out even if you didn’t want to. The rapper of SHINee had been reserved right from the start and when he realised Kibum and him had nothing in common except for the year they were born, he honestly had no intentions to make the effort to get to know Kibum. Truth be told, Minho had made a mental note in the early years of SHINee that Kibum and him were going to be nothing but members of the same group or to put it another way, co-workers. Of course, time just had to work wonders and Minho found himself getting too close for comfort with Kibum. And suddenly, Minho had no choice but to believe in the theory that opposite attracts. What was there to deny when he and Kibum were living proof?
You may ask, how could Minho be so sure to say that Kibum was living proof too? Well, when Minho said he had Kibum all figured out, he really did mean he could read Kibum like an open book. He understood Kibum so well that he could tell the blonde didn’t just see him as a fellow member of the same group or a close friend, and for that matter, family. Minho was confident that he had a certain special effect on Kim Kibum’s heart, just like how Kibum had on his. Why else would Kibum devote so much time and effort on getting on his nerves? Minho deduced that it was precisely because Kibum was frustrated with the fact that he had such a hold over him that ultimately drove him to finding all ways to make Minho’s life miserable. True, Kibum’s annoying ways had an effect on him at the start but it wasn’t soon before long Minho began to find his same aged friend infuriatingly adorable; so much so that Minho couldn’t resist turning the tables on Kibum one fine morning, only to end up crossing the very fine line between friends and lovers.
It was about time they overstepped the boundary anyway, considering they had been tiptoeing around each other for a tad too long. And Minho was more than happy to deliver the promise he had made to Kibum in the morning. He just had to let Kibum have a taste of his own medicine first…
“Hey Kibum?” Minho said as he opened the door to Kibum’s room after knocking twice and poked his head around the door to find Kibum staring blankly at the ceiling, “Sorry, I can’t find my phone. Could you help me look for it?”
With Minho standing at his door, Kibum got up from his bed and turned towards the rapper, moving to sit on the edge of his bed first. “Do you mean Taemin’s phone?”
“No… I meant mine.” Minho answered while he opened the door wider and continued to ask for Kibum’s help, “The rest are already asleep so could you call my phone so I can find it once it rings?”
Although he had doubts if Minho really did misplace his phone, Kibum still reached out to grab his phone and was soon up on his feet, walking towards Minho and then following behind the rapper when he had turned around to lead them into the living room.
“I last saw it in the living room so it should be somewhere around here…” Minho muttered out loud before he glanced back to look at Kibum, “Are you calling my number?”
“Yeah, I’m calling you right now.” Kibum flashed his phone at Minho to show that the line was connected.
True enough, the ringtone of Minho’s phone cut through their conversation and both Minho and Kibum immediately followed the direction of where the sound was coming from in search of the missing phone. What Kibum didn’t know though was that Minho already knew where his phone was since he was the one who had hid it in between the cushions of the sofa. Minho was only pretending to convince Kibum to join him in the search for his phone. It was all part of his ploy. And the blonde would soon find out why…
“The ringing is coming from the sofa…” Kibum pointed out as he hurried towards the couch and began feeling the sofa to search for the source of the sound. “It has to be here somewhere…”
Trying so hard to hold back his laughter, Minho watched as Kibum squeezed his hand in between the cushions of the sofa and finally managed to pull out his missing phone.
“Aha! Here it is!” Kibum grinned victoriously as he held Minho’s ringing phone in his hand, “You should probably stay away from Tae- Choi Minho! What the hell is this?!”
In a blink of an eye, Kibum’s smile had disappeared. Once he had looked down at Minho’s phone and saw the contact photo the rapper had assigned to him, Kibum found himself losing his cool. With Minho unable to stop himself from laughing anymore, Kibum instantly realised that it was all Minho’s scheme to annoy him. An irritated Kibum stormed straight up to the rapper and glared directly into the other’s eyes.
“Do you find it funny that this fugly photo of me in tears is going to appear every time I call you?” Kibum demanded to know as he poked Minho repeatedly on his chest with the phone. “Why the hell do you even have such a photo of me? Are you sick in the mind?!”
Clearing his throat once his laughter had died down, Minho easily caught hold of Kibum’s hand and quickly comforted the blonde. “Shhh Kibum, don’t overreact. You don’t want to wake the others up… it’s late.”
“It’s a wonder that you even know it’s late since you just wasted so much time playing this trick on me.” Kibum huffed and struggled to release himself from Minho’s firm grip. “Let go of me, you idiot, so I can delete the photo off your phone!”
“Photos you mean.” Minho couldn’t help but reveal rather innocently.
Kibum’s eyes widened to match the size of Minho’s. “You mean there’s more than one?!”
“Yeah, I wanted to keep them as memories.” Minho answered proudly with a smile.
Giving up on trying to pull his hand out of Minho’s, Kibum shook his head incredulously. “There’s something wrong with you.”
“It’s partially your fault.” Minho shrugged as he then used his grip on Kibum’s hand to his advantage and began pulling the blonde with him, leading them back towards his room. “But sure, I could apologise if you want me to…”
“What do you think you’re doing?” Kibum asked angrily as Minho forced him into his room and swiftly trapped him against the wall with one hand, closing the door behind him with the other.
“I’m apologising…” Minho grinned as he reduced the distance between them and zeroed in on Kibum’s tempting lips to finally get a taste of what he had been craving for since morning, “Does this make things better?”
With his lips pressed tightly together in a thin line, Kibum cowered under Minho’s intense gaze but covered it up by looking away indignantly and choosing to intimidate the rapper, “Is that all you got?”
Kibum should have known better though; Minho wasn’t flaming charisma for a reason, and now that he had intentionally added fuel to fire, he wasn’t going to be let off that easily.
Minho raised an eyebrow. “Did you just challenge me, Kim Kibum?”
“So what if I did?” Regaining his confidence, Kibum wasn’t one to back down so easily as well as he tilted his chin up defiantly. After all, he was the almighty Key. “You can never win me in this aspect, Minho, you’re too innocent for your own good.”
Eyes twinkling with mischief, Kibum leaned forward and boldly traced the outline of Minho’s plump lips with his tongue before he pressed a bruising kiss on the rapper. “Now this… is how you get a good taste of someone.”
With a teasing wink, Kibum pushed a dumbfounded Minho away and left the rapper standing like a statue at the wall while he walked back to his bed. As still as he was though, Minho’s fists that were now clenched tightly at his sides didn’t escape Kibum’s eyes. The blonde couldn’t stop a smirk from spreading across his face knowing that he had just found a new way to frustrate Minho.
“What are you standing there for?” Knowing that he had the upper hand now, Kibum beckoned for Minho to join him in bed, “Come here, I’ll give you a lesson or two.”
A smug Kibum noticed the slight movement of Minho’s body and took it as a sign that he had successfully intimidated the rapper. Yet, with Minho’s back facing him, Kibum couldn’t see the sly smile that was tugging on the corner of Minho’s lips.
And well, as Minho moved confidently towards the bed with his target set on Kibum, the blonde couldn’t be too sure if he was in control anymore.
The fun, of course, was only just beginning.