A Double Of Everything; Minho/Key/Taemin
It's double the trouble, double the fun and Minho won't have it any other way.
credits kwibom.tumblr
Author's Note: inspired by this. i could have written taekey (i will, hopefully soon) but this happened instead. can be read in the same verse as There's Always Room For One More. i wrote this with that in mind but it's up to you to read it whichever way you like. :) hopefully, you'll enjoy the read! (warning: a few profanities ahead)
It is not a usual sight to see Minho having a drink at a club but tonight, he is persuaded to leave the comfort of his bed and, he quotes, enjoy the nightlife just because the people, who had persuaded him out of his apartment, feel like dancing. Indeed, as Minho watches from his seat at the bar counter, said people are definitely letting it all go on the dance floor. They’re not just dancing like the rest of the crowd who simply bob along to the music or grind against their partners. They’re dancing with abandon, moving together, against each other in the most sinful of ways that leaves Minho all hot and bothered.
It gets better (or maybe, worse) when they naturally start kissing, hands roaming all over each other’s body, not caring one bit that they’re in public. The more Minho watches, the more he is tempted to work his way between them where he knows he is more than welcomed to join. Even so, Minho stays where he is, unwilling to join the mess of bodies on the dance floor. He doesn’t feel left out though. Resisting temptation, Minho simply sits back and watches the “show”, choosing to wait for the after-party instead. Besides, it’s almost as if he has front row seats to a concert - Minho has a good view of the dance floor and is definitely enjoying every second of the view.
“Wow. Now that’s what I call dirty dancing.”
And it looks like he isn’t the only one enjoying the show. Minho turns to the direction of the voice and finally spares a look at the average-looking man in a business suit who has been occupying the seat beside him. He meets Minho’s eyes and gives him a knowing look.
“You want to go home with one of them?”
Minho raises an eyebrow at the stranger.
“Come on, you don’t have to act around me.” The man laughs, “I know you want them as badly as I want them so let’s make a deal, shall we?”
If Minho were his usual self, he would walk away and not waste any of his precious time on the conceited man. Of course, there is nothing usual about tonight. And well, Minho doesn’t have anything better to do while he waits for the after-party to begin. At the same time, he is rather curious as to what the man has in mind and so, Minho decides to entertain the self-absorbed man.
“What kind of deal?” Minho asks with a face showing no emotions.
The man smirks, “You take one home, and I’ll take the other.”
“What makes you think they would want to leave with someone else?” Minho questions before he adds on, “Seems to me they’re very much together.”
“Please, who are we kidding? It’s obvious they’re both bottoms.” The man sneers, “Look at the way they’re dancing. They’re just begging to be fucked. I’ve seen them looking our way. We definitely have a good chance of fucking one of them tonight.”
Boy oh boy is the man wrong. That’s not the point though. Absolutely hating the crude words that come out of the man’s foul mouth, Minho clenches his fists in anger and is trying to resist throwing a punch and not create a scene when the man suddenly sits upright and nudges him with his elbow.
“They’re coming our way.” The man whispers, hardly unable to contain his excitement, “Didn’t I tell you, man? They want us.”
Minho follows the direction of the man’s eyes and finds the objects of his affection walking towards them, or to be accurate, him. Unwilling to deal with the nonsense that he probably should not have put himself through in the first place, Minho is about to get off the seat and leave the club with the people he arrived with when the man stops him.
“So? Which one do you want?” The man leans towards Minho, holding his arm, and asks, “No, actually, I want-”
The moment Minho instinctively leans away and pulls his arm out of the man’s hold, not wanting to be close to the stranger at all, a third voice joins them.
“Minho?”
Minho looks up upon recognizing Kibum’s voice and finds both Kibum and Taemin joining them at the bar counter, both smiling at him amusedly.
“Did you make a friend, hyung?” Taemin asks as he comes closer, squeezing himself into the space between the counter and Minho’s seat, and happily finishes the drink Minho has ordered.
Kibum presses a kiss on the corner of Minho’s lips, his tongue poking out to give a quick teasing lick, while he makes himself comfortable on the other side of Minho. Kibum then gives the stranger the once-over, making it obvious he is judging him, as he leans against Minho and sits on Minho’s lap.
“You… you- you know them?” The once-confident man has surprise written all over his face, his question obviously directed to Minho.
“Know?” Without giving Minho a chance to reply, Taemin laughs out loud as he gives a meaningful look to Minho and purposely slides his hand down his hyung’s chest to make his point, “We don’t just know each other…”
Taemin then turns Minho’s face towards him and kisses his boyfriend on the lips while Kibum smiles fondly at his lovers.
“Cute, aren’t they?” Kibum deliberately asks the man but he doesn’t expect an answer because he goes on to declare, “Well, they’re both mine.”
The stranger’s jaw drops.
“I, err, I got to go.” In the next second, he makes his exit, scurrying away like a scared mouse.
Once the man leaves, Kibum and Taemin break out in smiles and give each other a high five.
“Nice, baby.” Kibum says.
“Nothing beats your last line, hyung.” Taemin replies with a laugh.
Minho sighs, successfully reminding his boyfriends of his presence, “Would one of you tell me what on earth just happened?”
“We saw you getting hit on by that creepy fellow…” Kibum begins.
“So we decided to save you!” Taemin finishes Kibum’s sentence, “See, we still care about you even though we were dancing. Aren’t you happy, hyung?”
Minho rolls his eyes and shakes his head, “He wasn’t hitting on me.”
“He wasn’t?” Kibum asks on behalf of Taemin and himself.
“No.” Minho continues to explain, “He was interested in the both of you... or happy to bring at least one of you back home.”
“Really?” Kibum is more amused than anything else.
Minho nods, suddenly feeling angry all over again when he thinks back, “Lucky for him, you both came back just before I could punch the living daylights out of him.”
Kibum and Taemin exchange a look with each other before they each know exactly what they have to do.
“Well, he’s gone, hyung.” Taemin says, squeezing Minho on his shoulder, while Kibum calls for the bill, “And you know that the only person Key hyung and I would go home with is you.”
“No, Taem, you don’t understand, he-”
“Never mind about him. He’s not worth our discussion.” Kibum butts in, having settled the bill, as he takes Minho’s hand and pulls him out of his seat, “Come on, let’s go.”
“This is why I don’t like coming to clubs…” Minho mutters to himself, allowing himself to be led towards the exit by his boyfriends who are on either side of him, “So much rubbish happens.”
“It’s not always this bad, Minho hyung…”
Taemin’s reply reminds Minho of the fun they were all having before the stranger came into the picture.
“Oh right. You guys don’t wanna dance anymore?” Minho asks as he looks a little apologetically at both Kibum and Taemin since they were already out of the club by then.
“We’ve had our fun...” Taemin smiles and shares a look with Kibum who then continues from where he stops.
“Now, it’s your turn.” Kibum says as he intentionally presses himself against Minho and whispers hotly into his ear, “You can start with Taem in the car while I drive.”
Before Minho can react, he feels another pair of lips brushing against the shell of his ear on his other side.
“And Key hyung will take over when we get back home… or maybe,” Taemin laughs, “In the car park.”
Minho doesn’t know if Kibum and Taemin had planned this right from the start but it really doesn’t matter. All Minho knows (before his mind ceases to function) is that this is exactly the after-party he has been waiting for.
credits kwibom.tumblr
Author's Note: inspired by this. i could have written taekey (i will, hopefully soon) but this happened instead. can be read in the same verse as There's Always Room For One More. i wrote this with that in mind but it's up to you to read it whichever way you like. :) hopefully, you'll enjoy the read! (warning: a few profanities ahead)
It is not a usual sight to see Minho having a drink at a club but tonight, he is persuaded to leave the comfort of his bed and, he quotes, enjoy the nightlife just because the people, who had persuaded him out of his apartment, feel like dancing. Indeed, as Minho watches from his seat at the bar counter, said people are definitely letting it all go on the dance floor. They’re not just dancing like the rest of the crowd who simply bob along to the music or grind against their partners. They’re dancing with abandon, moving together, against each other in the most sinful of ways that leaves Minho all hot and bothered.
It gets better (or maybe, worse) when they naturally start kissing, hands roaming all over each other’s body, not caring one bit that they’re in public. The more Minho watches, the more he is tempted to work his way between them where he knows he is more than welcomed to join. Even so, Minho stays where he is, unwilling to join the mess of bodies on the dance floor. He doesn’t feel left out though. Resisting temptation, Minho simply sits back and watches the “show”, choosing to wait for the after-party instead. Besides, it’s almost as if he has front row seats to a concert - Minho has a good view of the dance floor and is definitely enjoying every second of the view.
“Wow. Now that’s what I call dirty dancing.”
And it looks like he isn’t the only one enjoying the show. Minho turns to the direction of the voice and finally spares a look at the average-looking man in a business suit who has been occupying the seat beside him. He meets Minho’s eyes and gives him a knowing look.
“You want to go home with one of them?”
Minho raises an eyebrow at the stranger.
“Come on, you don’t have to act around me.” The man laughs, “I know you want them as badly as I want them so let’s make a deal, shall we?”
If Minho were his usual self, he would walk away and not waste any of his precious time on the conceited man. Of course, there is nothing usual about tonight. And well, Minho doesn’t have anything better to do while he waits for the after-party to begin. At the same time, he is rather curious as to what the man has in mind and so, Minho decides to entertain the self-absorbed man.
“What kind of deal?” Minho asks with a face showing no emotions.
The man smirks, “You take one home, and I’ll take the other.”
“What makes you think they would want to leave with someone else?” Minho questions before he adds on, “Seems to me they’re very much together.”
“Please, who are we kidding? It’s obvious they’re both bottoms.” The man sneers, “Look at the way they’re dancing. They’re just begging to be fucked. I’ve seen them looking our way. We definitely have a good chance of fucking one of them tonight.”
Boy oh boy is the man wrong. That’s not the point though. Absolutely hating the crude words that come out of the man’s foul mouth, Minho clenches his fists in anger and is trying to resist throwing a punch and not create a scene when the man suddenly sits upright and nudges him with his elbow.
“They’re coming our way.” The man whispers, hardly unable to contain his excitement, “Didn’t I tell you, man? They want us.”
Minho follows the direction of the man’s eyes and finds the objects of his affection walking towards them, or to be accurate, him. Unwilling to deal with the nonsense that he probably should not have put himself through in the first place, Minho is about to get off the seat and leave the club with the people he arrived with when the man stops him.
“So? Which one do you want?” The man leans towards Minho, holding his arm, and asks, “No, actually, I want-”
The moment Minho instinctively leans away and pulls his arm out of the man’s hold, not wanting to be close to the stranger at all, a third voice joins them.
“Minho?”
Minho looks up upon recognizing Kibum’s voice and finds both Kibum and Taemin joining them at the bar counter, both smiling at him amusedly.
“Did you make a friend, hyung?” Taemin asks as he comes closer, squeezing himself into the space between the counter and Minho’s seat, and happily finishes the drink Minho has ordered.
Kibum presses a kiss on the corner of Minho’s lips, his tongue poking out to give a quick teasing lick, while he makes himself comfortable on the other side of Minho. Kibum then gives the stranger the once-over, making it obvious he is judging him, as he leans against Minho and sits on Minho’s lap.
“You… you- you know them?” The once-confident man has surprise written all over his face, his question obviously directed to Minho.
“Know?” Without giving Minho a chance to reply, Taemin laughs out loud as he gives a meaningful look to Minho and purposely slides his hand down his hyung’s chest to make his point, “We don’t just know each other…”
Taemin then turns Minho’s face towards him and kisses his boyfriend on the lips while Kibum smiles fondly at his lovers.
“Cute, aren’t they?” Kibum deliberately asks the man but he doesn’t expect an answer because he goes on to declare, “Well, they’re both mine.”
The stranger’s jaw drops.
“I, err, I got to go.” In the next second, he makes his exit, scurrying away like a scared mouse.
Once the man leaves, Kibum and Taemin break out in smiles and give each other a high five.
“Nice, baby.” Kibum says.
“Nothing beats your last line, hyung.” Taemin replies with a laugh.
Minho sighs, successfully reminding his boyfriends of his presence, “Would one of you tell me what on earth just happened?”
“We saw you getting hit on by that creepy fellow…” Kibum begins.
“So we decided to save you!” Taemin finishes Kibum’s sentence, “See, we still care about you even though we were dancing. Aren’t you happy, hyung?”
Minho rolls his eyes and shakes his head, “He wasn’t hitting on me.”
“He wasn’t?” Kibum asks on behalf of Taemin and himself.
“No.” Minho continues to explain, “He was interested in the both of you... or happy to bring at least one of you back home.”
“Really?” Kibum is more amused than anything else.
Minho nods, suddenly feeling angry all over again when he thinks back, “Lucky for him, you both came back just before I could punch the living daylights out of him.”
Kibum and Taemin exchange a look with each other before they each know exactly what they have to do.
“Well, he’s gone, hyung.” Taemin says, squeezing Minho on his shoulder, while Kibum calls for the bill, “And you know that the only person Key hyung and I would go home with is you.”
“No, Taem, you don’t understand, he-”
“Never mind about him. He’s not worth our discussion.” Kibum butts in, having settled the bill, as he takes Minho’s hand and pulls him out of his seat, “Come on, let’s go.”
“This is why I don’t like coming to clubs…” Minho mutters to himself, allowing himself to be led towards the exit by his boyfriends who are on either side of him, “So much rubbish happens.”
“It’s not always this bad, Minho hyung…”
Taemin’s reply reminds Minho of the fun they were all having before the stranger came into the picture.
“Oh right. You guys don’t wanna dance anymore?” Minho asks as he looks a little apologetically at both Kibum and Taemin since they were already out of the club by then.
“We’ve had our fun...” Taemin smiles and shares a look with Kibum who then continues from where he stops.
“Now, it’s your turn.” Kibum says as he intentionally presses himself against Minho and whispers hotly into his ear, “You can start with Taem in the car while I drive.”
Before Minho can react, he feels another pair of lips brushing against the shell of his ear on his other side.
“And Key hyung will take over when we get back home… or maybe,” Taemin laughs, “In the car park.”
Minho doesn’t know if Kibum and Taemin had planned this right from the start but it really doesn’t matter. All Minho knows (before his mind ceases to function) is that this is exactly the after-party he has been waiting for.