Get Down (I’ll Show You What I Got); Minho/Key
When two can play at that game and nobody wants to admit defeat, the unexpected happens.
“It would be fun!”
Taemin had said to Minho in a feat to convince the hyung he treated as an older brother to visit Rebel, the supposedly newest and hottest club in town, with him. Even with no ground to make such a statement considering he had never been to the club before, the maknae had said it with so much conviction and enthusiasm, and eyes so hopeful that Minho found himself unable to say anything to turn down his young friend. He didn’t have the heart to throw cold water on Taemin’s suggestion, eventually giving in to the maknae also because Minho knew Taemin needed someone there to look out for him. So although clubbing was never something Minho indulged in (he was more of the healthy sort who enjoyed playing sports in his free time), he had dragged his body out of bed at an ungodly hour to travel to the cool urban hip-hop boutique club Taemin had been raving so much about that Minho suspected he was a spokesperson for Rebel.
When he finally entered Rebel and miraculously managed to grab two seats side by side at the bar counter, Minho decided that a higher being was rewarding him for being such a good friend to Taemin, since he had to go through so much including joining a queue that Minho (even with his height advantage) couldn’t see the front of and squeezing plus navigating their way through the mass of moving bodies just to get to where they were now. After ordering their drinks, Minho pleasingly realized that it was a good spot since the high swivel stools at the bar counter overlooked the dance floor and this meant only one thing for Minho - he was going to keep himself entertained by people-watching.
“Hyung, you sure you don’t wanna dance?”
Although the answer was a given, Taemin still decided to try his luck. He didn’t want to leave Minho so awkwardly alone like he had the rare times they went clubbing together. Unlike Taemin who clubbed for the music, the dancing, the socializing and the alcohol, the only thing Minho found enjoyable about the activity was people-watching. Minho could confidently say, you’ll honestly be amazed at the amount of stuff you can see in a club. It was really quite an eye opener so he had no qualms with staying where he was.
“Don’t worry about me, I’m fine here. Go enjoy yourself!”
Even without the alcohol, the glee and excitement on Taemin’s face was blinding and Minho couldn’t help but smile reassuringly at his young friend. He reached out to gently push a restless fidgety Taemin off his stool and urged him towards the dance floor. And that was all it took for Taemin to eagerly join the crowd as Minho’s eyes followed his friend, watching closely to make sure the maknae (who Minho always felt responsible for) was safe and surrounded by good company. And when he was assured Taemin seemed fine where he was, Minho’s eyes casually looked through the crowd as he watched all sorts of people let loose, get high and partied like they lost their mind.
In an instant, Minho couldn’t hold back a laugh as he found himself thoroughly amused with the drunken antics of the people on the dance floor. His attention was first caught by a man who had lost his balance, falling flat on his ass, but still continued dancing through the pain by waving both his arms and legs in the air. Taemin was right. It was only the beginning but this was indeed going to be fun… and the alcohol was going to help him so much more. In the next moment, Minho’s attention was diverted by the sound of glass shattering. Minho winced as he immediately turned towards the direction of the sound, curious to see what had just happened a short distance away from him. There, he saw a guy with blonde hair dressed fashionably in loud colours struggling to push another guy’s, one who was rather boorish and looked too old to be at a club like Rebel, persistent hands off him. A corner of his lips twitched up in a smirk as Minho raised his eyebrows in amusement upon recognizing who exactly the blonde was. Just think about it, what could be more fun than watching your arch enemy in trouble? Nothing. Smiling like he had just won the lottery, Minho could already more or less conclude that this night out at Rebel was worth it. It was probably mean of him to say this but he had every reason to because the blonde, better known as Kim Kibum, made his life miserable.
Minho and Kibum practically didn’t even know each other well so it was a wonder that they could even get on each other’s nerves. They were complete opposites and perhaps, the only thing similar between them was the Fundamentals of Management course they took together at their university. That was where it all began. Kibum was loud and chatty, Minho preferred to be silent. So with Kibum often talking with his friend in the lecture while Minho tried his best to concentrate, there was no doubt that Minho had lost his patience and snapped as he turned back and hissed at the blonde to shut up (he may or may not have cursed when he did). Kibum was shocked and thoroughly offended because even if he was indeed in the wrong, Minho could have taken a better approach to silence him. The embarrassment that Minho had caused Kibum fired the blonde up to annoy Minho even more in every way possible. And as much as Minho tried to avoid Kibum (refusing to be as childish as the other), Kibum always had his ways to stick around. It soon led to a confrontation one evening after lecture and boy was it heated! They raised their voices at each other, unafraid of causing a scene in public with Kibum demanding for an apology and Minho declaring that he rather jump off a cliff than apologize. Both were stubborn; both believed they were right; both wanted to hear the other apologise, and so, the war continued.
A wise man once said: ‘the enemy of my enemy is my friend’. And Minho could completely understand that now as he happily crossed his arms and leaned back on his high stool, making himself comfortable so he could watch the ugly scene that was going to unfold before his very eyes. It was at a narrow corridor of the club, a rather hidden area that would go unnoticed if one didn’t intentionally look, where Kibum had got himself trapped between the wall and the stranger. The blonde was still struggling to fend off the other guy’s advances, his hands now on the other’s chest trying to maintain a distance between their bodies, and Minho could tell Kibum was using a whole lot of strength just by the way his chest was heaving so hard. Yet, his arch enemy’s strength was obviously peanuts as compared to the other guy since he tried to throw a punch at the other, only to end up getting easily pulled into the stranger’s arms with their hips now meshed together. Minho watched as the stranger smirked and grinded rather obscenely against Kibum who was kept in place by the other’s death grip. Kibum’s face visibly turned white and it was then Minho knew this was wrong, so very wrong. In a blink of an eye, Minho was out of his seat, surging towards the dreadful scene, all ready to stop the unthinkable from happening.
“Fuck off.”
Minho had cursed unemotionally in a volume so normal that any person would have thought he was just saying a hello. Yet, it was like the calm before the storm. And then the storm arrived. With Minho gripping the back of the stranger’s shirt with all the strength he had, the stranger couldn’t breathe as the cloth strangled his neck, rendering him completely powerless. Everything happened too fast for the stranger to react. He could do nothing as he was pulled away by Minho so hard and then released so fast and sudden that he lost his footing and fell onto the ground. And if that wasn’t enough, the stranger had to fall right where the shattered glass was, his hands instinctively landing on the ground trying to break his fall only to get cut by all the broken glass.
“Get your own pole to grind on.”
Minho said so harshly, his tone so cold and intimidating, that the stranger was left in complete shock and unable to do anything. Minho then turned towards Kibum and reached out to hold the blonde’s hand in his so that he could lead them out of Rebel and escape before any other trouble could come their way. And all Kibum, who was in a daze, seemingly trying his best to recover from the uncomfortable situation, could do was follow Minho’s lead.
“Kim Kibum, how sober are you?”
Minho asked once they had exited Rebel and were alone by themselves in an alley not too far away from the club but enough to be secluded from the chaos and noise coming from Rebel so they could be surrounded by some peace and quiet. At the sound of Minho’s low voice in the considerably silent alley, Kibum was brought back into reality. He took in a deep breath and released it before answering Minho like he was at an interview, formal and polite.
“Sober enough to know you're Choi Minho.”
Minho nodded and then paused for a moment, observing Kibum from head to toe to check if he had come to any harm. And when he decided that Kibum looked fine on the outside, Minho knew it was only right for him to double check by asking Kibum the necessary question.
“Are you-”
“Ok?” Completing Minho’s obvious question for him, Kibum shook Minho's grip off his hand and then shrugged with a sigh. “Well, all I know is that if it weren't for you, I'll most definitely not be ok at all.”
With the memory of the incident replaying in their minds, Minho and Kibum shared a knowing look with each other until the blonde abruptly broke the silence as he forced a laugh and shot Minho a nonchalant look.
“Don't expect me to worship the ground you walk on now just because you saved me just now.”
“Seriously?” Appalled by the solemnity in Kibum’s voice, Minho stared incredulously at his arch enemy. “You’re not even going to th-”
“Going to what?” Once again, Kibum refused to let Minho finish his sentence as he lifted his chin rebelliously at his supposed hero.
However, it wasn’t a question to be answered because before Minho could even say anything, Kibum closed the distance between their bodies and threw an arm on Minho's shoulder, his hand wrapping around his neck and fingers playfully stroking the nape of it.
“Ahh, let me guess… do you want me as a pole for you to grind on?” Kibum gave Minho a sultry look as he used back the exact same words Minho had said to the stranger.
"You can do better than that, Kibum." Not even hesitating, Minho simply stated, his face a picture of calm, as he took a step back and pushed away Kibum's arm.
Although Kibum understood what Minho meant, he chose to take his words another way and not only refused to let go of Minho but stepped back into Minho’s personal space and even wrapped both arms securely around his neck.
“Is this better?” Blinking as innocently as he could with a faint smile on his face, Kibum asked suggestively knowing that his actions were affecting Minho in ways that could entertain him so much.
And just because Kibum wanted to have some fun, he had every intention to anger Minho even further. The blonde always found so much joy in testing Minho’s patience and seeing how far he could push the other’s limit. Just seeing the ever reserved and calm Minho lose it was Kibum’s source of entertainment. What’s more, Kibum didn’t even bother hiding the fact that he was out to get on Minho’s nerves.
After months of being subjected to Kibum’s childishness, Minho understood the blonde well enough to know that Kibum was just waiting for the moment he would snap and lose his temper. And because Minho knew better than to fall into Kibum's trap, his sense of competitiveness was activated. A wry smile appeared on Minho's face and in the next instant, his hands were on Kibum's waist, bringing the other closer in one swift move. As his breath caught in his throat, Kibum widened his eyes like a goldfish at the sudden lack of distance between their bodies. Danger. This was definitely not how Kibum wanted it to be.
“You asked for this, Kim Kibum.”
That was all Kibum heard as he froze and could only watch Minho's face come closer and closer until his vision was a complete blur and every one of his senses were invaded by everything that belonged to Choi Minho. All he could feel was the touch of Minho's surprisingly soft lips on his and the warm grip of Minho’s hands on his waist. All he could hear was the sound of their breathing and his heartbeat in between faint sounds of Minho’s kisses on his lips. All he could smell was first the smoke and alcohol from the club and then the pleasant smell of Minho’s cologne. All he could see (before he slowly closed his eyes) was the movement of Minho’s head as he searched for the perfect angle to kiss him even more deeply. And as their kiss suddenly grew desperate with Kibum now returning the kiss and working his mouth against Minho’s, all Kibum could taste was the alcohol Minho had drunk earlier mixed with the own alcohol he had ordered for himself.
How they ended up losing control was beyond their comprehension. It wasn’t like they had any time to think anyway since their kiss was getting so heated by the second that it would probably be a good idea to go somewhere private. Yet, lust was clouding any logical thought, that is if both Minho and Kibum were even thinking. It didn’t help at all when Kibum moaned into Minho’s mouth, and all Minho could do was push Kibum against the wall as his hands travelled down to grip the blonde’s ass and grind their hips together in search for that wonderful friction that would drive them over the edge. Kibum gasped when he felt Minho’s clothed erection against his. The pleasure was so intense that Kibum willingly surrendered his body to Minho’s every desire. Desperately needing a moment to catch his breath, Kibum finally broke the kiss as he lifted his head back and leaned against the wall, sighing in pleasure at the intimate contact. The sounds that Kibum was making only spurred Minho on as he instinctively kissed his way down the blonde’s neck and buried his nose in Kibum’s intoxicating scent.
“What…” Sliding his fingers into Minho’s tousled hair, Kibum let out a breathy laugh while his other hand found its way under Minho’s shirt to caress his toned body before continuing to ask unbelievingly, “-the hell are we doing?”
Minho bit Kibum’s shoulder lightly (thanks to the loose shirt Kibum was wearing) and finally looked up into the blonde’s eyes. “You wanted this, Kibum.”
“You got the wrong message, Mister.” Kibum shook his head and smirked. “But even if I did, since when were you this nice to give in to me, Choi Minho?”
Kibum scoffed, leaning forward to bite on Minho’s bottom lip just because he wanted to. As Kibum retreated, Minho pressed forward and stole a quick kiss. With no answer to give Kibum, Minho shrugged in reply. Kibum wasn’t expecting one anyway.
“Want to take this somewhere private?” Kibum suggested as he played with the collar of Minho’s shirt.
Chuckling, Minho allowed himself to be pulled closer towards Kibum. “I probably should take you out on a date first.”
“Too late. I think we’ve built up enough sexual tension for us to skip all that nonsense.” Kibum looked down at where their hips met and eyed the bulge in both their jeans. “We probably should do something about this first.”
“Oh fuck!” Minho cursed, his eyebrows creasing in frustration.
“And it’s certainly too late to feel embarrassed now…” Kibum shot an amused look at a vexed Minho.
“No Kibum, not that.” Minho shook his head and tried his best to explain it as short and simple as he could. “I came with a friend and he’s still inside, most likely wondering where the hell I disappeared to.”
“Ah. You have a friend.” Kibum repeated as a look of comprehension dawned upon his face.
“Yes Kibum, a friend.” Looking earnestly at Kibum, Minho reiterated his words, purposely emphasizing on the key word ‘friend’ just to make his point clear. And well, that was enough to erase any doubts that Kibum had.
Kibum nodded as he rested his hands again Minho’s chest. “Alright, so… what are we doing to do now?”
“Let me just send Taemin a text…” As he spoke, Minho pulled out his phone from the back pocket of his jeans and quickly typed a message. Once he was done, he turned his attention back onto Kibum and gave the blonde two options, “Now we either wait until we’ve cooled down… or finish it off somewhere private.”
“I say…” Kibum drawled as he teasingly moved his hips against Minho’s and then announced his decision, “We finish it off.”
The corner of Minho’s lips lifted into a devilish smile.
“Game on.”
“It would be fun!”
Taemin had said to Minho in a feat to convince the hyung he treated as an older brother to visit Rebel, the supposedly newest and hottest club in town, with him. Even with no ground to make such a statement considering he had never been to the club before, the maknae had said it with so much conviction and enthusiasm, and eyes so hopeful that Minho found himself unable to say anything to turn down his young friend. He didn’t have the heart to throw cold water on Taemin’s suggestion, eventually giving in to the maknae also because Minho knew Taemin needed someone there to look out for him. So although clubbing was never something Minho indulged in (he was more of the healthy sort who enjoyed playing sports in his free time), he had dragged his body out of bed at an ungodly hour to travel to the cool urban hip-hop boutique club Taemin had been raving so much about that Minho suspected he was a spokesperson for Rebel.
When he finally entered Rebel and miraculously managed to grab two seats side by side at the bar counter, Minho decided that a higher being was rewarding him for being such a good friend to Taemin, since he had to go through so much including joining a queue that Minho (even with his height advantage) couldn’t see the front of and squeezing plus navigating their way through the mass of moving bodies just to get to where they were now. After ordering their drinks, Minho pleasingly realized that it was a good spot since the high swivel stools at the bar counter overlooked the dance floor and this meant only one thing for Minho - he was going to keep himself entertained by people-watching.
“Hyung, you sure you don’t wanna dance?”
Although the answer was a given, Taemin still decided to try his luck. He didn’t want to leave Minho so awkwardly alone like he had the rare times they went clubbing together. Unlike Taemin who clubbed for the music, the dancing, the socializing and the alcohol, the only thing Minho found enjoyable about the activity was people-watching. Minho could confidently say, you’ll honestly be amazed at the amount of stuff you can see in a club. It was really quite an eye opener so he had no qualms with staying where he was.
“Don’t worry about me, I’m fine here. Go enjoy yourself!”
Even without the alcohol, the glee and excitement on Taemin’s face was blinding and Minho couldn’t help but smile reassuringly at his young friend. He reached out to gently push a restless fidgety Taemin off his stool and urged him towards the dance floor. And that was all it took for Taemin to eagerly join the crowd as Minho’s eyes followed his friend, watching closely to make sure the maknae (who Minho always felt responsible for) was safe and surrounded by good company. And when he was assured Taemin seemed fine where he was, Minho’s eyes casually looked through the crowd as he watched all sorts of people let loose, get high and partied like they lost their mind.
In an instant, Minho couldn’t hold back a laugh as he found himself thoroughly amused with the drunken antics of the people on the dance floor. His attention was first caught by a man who had lost his balance, falling flat on his ass, but still continued dancing through the pain by waving both his arms and legs in the air. Taemin was right. It was only the beginning but this was indeed going to be fun… and the alcohol was going to help him so much more. In the next moment, Minho’s attention was diverted by the sound of glass shattering. Minho winced as he immediately turned towards the direction of the sound, curious to see what had just happened a short distance away from him. There, he saw a guy with blonde hair dressed fashionably in loud colours struggling to push another guy’s, one who was rather boorish and looked too old to be at a club like Rebel, persistent hands off him. A corner of his lips twitched up in a smirk as Minho raised his eyebrows in amusement upon recognizing who exactly the blonde was. Just think about it, what could be more fun than watching your arch enemy in trouble? Nothing. Smiling like he had just won the lottery, Minho could already more or less conclude that this night out at Rebel was worth it. It was probably mean of him to say this but he had every reason to because the blonde, better known as Kim Kibum, made his life miserable.
Minho and Kibum practically didn’t even know each other well so it was a wonder that they could even get on each other’s nerves. They were complete opposites and perhaps, the only thing similar between them was the Fundamentals of Management course they took together at their university. That was where it all began. Kibum was loud and chatty, Minho preferred to be silent. So with Kibum often talking with his friend in the lecture while Minho tried his best to concentrate, there was no doubt that Minho had lost his patience and snapped as he turned back and hissed at the blonde to shut up (he may or may not have cursed when he did). Kibum was shocked and thoroughly offended because even if he was indeed in the wrong, Minho could have taken a better approach to silence him. The embarrassment that Minho had caused Kibum fired the blonde up to annoy Minho even more in every way possible. And as much as Minho tried to avoid Kibum (refusing to be as childish as the other), Kibum always had his ways to stick around. It soon led to a confrontation one evening after lecture and boy was it heated! They raised their voices at each other, unafraid of causing a scene in public with Kibum demanding for an apology and Minho declaring that he rather jump off a cliff than apologize. Both were stubborn; both believed they were right; both wanted to hear the other apologise, and so, the war continued.
A wise man once said: ‘the enemy of my enemy is my friend’. And Minho could completely understand that now as he happily crossed his arms and leaned back on his high stool, making himself comfortable so he could watch the ugly scene that was going to unfold before his very eyes. It was at a narrow corridor of the club, a rather hidden area that would go unnoticed if one didn’t intentionally look, where Kibum had got himself trapped between the wall and the stranger. The blonde was still struggling to fend off the other guy’s advances, his hands now on the other’s chest trying to maintain a distance between their bodies, and Minho could tell Kibum was using a whole lot of strength just by the way his chest was heaving so hard. Yet, his arch enemy’s strength was obviously peanuts as compared to the other guy since he tried to throw a punch at the other, only to end up getting easily pulled into the stranger’s arms with their hips now meshed together. Minho watched as the stranger smirked and grinded rather obscenely against Kibum who was kept in place by the other’s death grip. Kibum’s face visibly turned white and it was then Minho knew this was wrong, so very wrong. In a blink of an eye, Minho was out of his seat, surging towards the dreadful scene, all ready to stop the unthinkable from happening.
“Fuck off.”
Minho had cursed unemotionally in a volume so normal that any person would have thought he was just saying a hello. Yet, it was like the calm before the storm. And then the storm arrived. With Minho gripping the back of the stranger’s shirt with all the strength he had, the stranger couldn’t breathe as the cloth strangled his neck, rendering him completely powerless. Everything happened too fast for the stranger to react. He could do nothing as he was pulled away by Minho so hard and then released so fast and sudden that he lost his footing and fell onto the ground. And if that wasn’t enough, the stranger had to fall right where the shattered glass was, his hands instinctively landing on the ground trying to break his fall only to get cut by all the broken glass.
“Get your own pole to grind on.”
Minho said so harshly, his tone so cold and intimidating, that the stranger was left in complete shock and unable to do anything. Minho then turned towards Kibum and reached out to hold the blonde’s hand in his so that he could lead them out of Rebel and escape before any other trouble could come their way. And all Kibum, who was in a daze, seemingly trying his best to recover from the uncomfortable situation, could do was follow Minho’s lead.
“Kim Kibum, how sober are you?”
Minho asked once they had exited Rebel and were alone by themselves in an alley not too far away from the club but enough to be secluded from the chaos and noise coming from Rebel so they could be surrounded by some peace and quiet. At the sound of Minho’s low voice in the considerably silent alley, Kibum was brought back into reality. He took in a deep breath and released it before answering Minho like he was at an interview, formal and polite.
“Sober enough to know you're Choi Minho.”
Minho nodded and then paused for a moment, observing Kibum from head to toe to check if he had come to any harm. And when he decided that Kibum looked fine on the outside, Minho knew it was only right for him to double check by asking Kibum the necessary question.
“Are you-”
“Ok?” Completing Minho’s obvious question for him, Kibum shook Minho's grip off his hand and then shrugged with a sigh. “Well, all I know is that if it weren't for you, I'll most definitely not be ok at all.”
With the memory of the incident replaying in their minds, Minho and Kibum shared a knowing look with each other until the blonde abruptly broke the silence as he forced a laugh and shot Minho a nonchalant look.
“Don't expect me to worship the ground you walk on now just because you saved me just now.”
“Seriously?” Appalled by the solemnity in Kibum’s voice, Minho stared incredulously at his arch enemy. “You’re not even going to th-”
“Going to what?” Once again, Kibum refused to let Minho finish his sentence as he lifted his chin rebelliously at his supposed hero.
However, it wasn’t a question to be answered because before Minho could even say anything, Kibum closed the distance between their bodies and threw an arm on Minho's shoulder, his hand wrapping around his neck and fingers playfully stroking the nape of it.
“Ahh, let me guess… do you want me as a pole for you to grind on?” Kibum gave Minho a sultry look as he used back the exact same words Minho had said to the stranger.
"You can do better than that, Kibum." Not even hesitating, Minho simply stated, his face a picture of calm, as he took a step back and pushed away Kibum's arm.
Although Kibum understood what Minho meant, he chose to take his words another way and not only refused to let go of Minho but stepped back into Minho’s personal space and even wrapped both arms securely around his neck.
“Is this better?” Blinking as innocently as he could with a faint smile on his face, Kibum asked suggestively knowing that his actions were affecting Minho in ways that could entertain him so much.
And just because Kibum wanted to have some fun, he had every intention to anger Minho even further. The blonde always found so much joy in testing Minho’s patience and seeing how far he could push the other’s limit. Just seeing the ever reserved and calm Minho lose it was Kibum’s source of entertainment. What’s more, Kibum didn’t even bother hiding the fact that he was out to get on Minho’s nerves.
After months of being subjected to Kibum’s childishness, Minho understood the blonde well enough to know that Kibum was just waiting for the moment he would snap and lose his temper. And because Minho knew better than to fall into Kibum's trap, his sense of competitiveness was activated. A wry smile appeared on Minho's face and in the next instant, his hands were on Kibum's waist, bringing the other closer in one swift move. As his breath caught in his throat, Kibum widened his eyes like a goldfish at the sudden lack of distance between their bodies. Danger. This was definitely not how Kibum wanted it to be.
“You asked for this, Kim Kibum.”
That was all Kibum heard as he froze and could only watch Minho's face come closer and closer until his vision was a complete blur and every one of his senses were invaded by everything that belonged to Choi Minho. All he could feel was the touch of Minho's surprisingly soft lips on his and the warm grip of Minho’s hands on his waist. All he could hear was the sound of their breathing and his heartbeat in between faint sounds of Minho’s kisses on his lips. All he could smell was first the smoke and alcohol from the club and then the pleasant smell of Minho’s cologne. All he could see (before he slowly closed his eyes) was the movement of Minho’s head as he searched for the perfect angle to kiss him even more deeply. And as their kiss suddenly grew desperate with Kibum now returning the kiss and working his mouth against Minho’s, all Kibum could taste was the alcohol Minho had drunk earlier mixed with the own alcohol he had ordered for himself.
How they ended up losing control was beyond their comprehension. It wasn’t like they had any time to think anyway since their kiss was getting so heated by the second that it would probably be a good idea to go somewhere private. Yet, lust was clouding any logical thought, that is if both Minho and Kibum were even thinking. It didn’t help at all when Kibum moaned into Minho’s mouth, and all Minho could do was push Kibum against the wall as his hands travelled down to grip the blonde’s ass and grind their hips together in search for that wonderful friction that would drive them over the edge. Kibum gasped when he felt Minho’s clothed erection against his. The pleasure was so intense that Kibum willingly surrendered his body to Minho’s every desire. Desperately needing a moment to catch his breath, Kibum finally broke the kiss as he lifted his head back and leaned against the wall, sighing in pleasure at the intimate contact. The sounds that Kibum was making only spurred Minho on as he instinctively kissed his way down the blonde’s neck and buried his nose in Kibum’s intoxicating scent.
“What…” Sliding his fingers into Minho’s tousled hair, Kibum let out a breathy laugh while his other hand found its way under Minho’s shirt to caress his toned body before continuing to ask unbelievingly, “-the hell are we doing?”
Minho bit Kibum’s shoulder lightly (thanks to the loose shirt Kibum was wearing) and finally looked up into the blonde’s eyes. “You wanted this, Kibum.”
“You got the wrong message, Mister.” Kibum shook his head and smirked. “But even if I did, since when were you this nice to give in to me, Choi Minho?”
Kibum scoffed, leaning forward to bite on Minho’s bottom lip just because he wanted to. As Kibum retreated, Minho pressed forward and stole a quick kiss. With no answer to give Kibum, Minho shrugged in reply. Kibum wasn’t expecting one anyway.
“Want to take this somewhere private?” Kibum suggested as he played with the collar of Minho’s shirt.
Chuckling, Minho allowed himself to be pulled closer towards Kibum. “I probably should take you out on a date first.”
“Too late. I think we’ve built up enough sexual tension for us to skip all that nonsense.” Kibum looked down at where their hips met and eyed the bulge in both their jeans. “We probably should do something about this first.”
“Oh fuck!” Minho cursed, his eyebrows creasing in frustration.
“And it’s certainly too late to feel embarrassed now…” Kibum shot an amused look at a vexed Minho.
“No Kibum, not that.” Minho shook his head and tried his best to explain it as short and simple as he could. “I came with a friend and he’s still inside, most likely wondering where the hell I disappeared to.”
“Ah. You have a friend.” Kibum repeated as a look of comprehension dawned upon his face.
“Yes Kibum, a friend.” Looking earnestly at Kibum, Minho reiterated his words, purposely emphasizing on the key word ‘friend’ just to make his point clear. And well, that was enough to erase any doubts that Kibum had.
Kibum nodded as he rested his hands again Minho’s chest. “Alright, so… what are we doing to do now?”
“Let me just send Taemin a text…” As he spoke, Minho pulled out his phone from the back pocket of his jeans and quickly typed a message. Once he was done, he turned his attention back onto Kibum and gave the blonde two options, “Now we either wait until we’ve cooled down… or finish it off somewhere private.”
“I say…” Kibum drawled as he teasingly moved his hips against Minho’s and then announced his decision, “We finish it off.”
The corner of Minho’s lips lifted into a devilish smile.
“Game on.”