Re: shinee: minho/key
anonymous
August 6 2011, 18:26:40 UTC
Kibum has officially become Minho's longest-running stray. It's nearing the end of a month, and he's witnessed him become stronger. This could get dangerous. At the present time, however, he's channeling all of his poltergeist-esque developments on Minho.
He tipped his drink all down his front before he went to meet with his friend- though Kibum was convinced it was Seohyun- and resolutely walled himself up against Minho's wardrobe so he couldn't change. Then when he'd been playing football, he'd tripped him and shot the ball into the opposing team's goalpost, so it looked like Minho himself had scored it. Even though his team won the ribbing he'd endured from his teammates and Kibum's exaggerated, loud laughter put him in a rotten mood the rest of the day.
Kibum was also able to grasp hold of his clothing now. It only lasted a few seconds, but that was normally enough; he could swipe it up to catch a glimpse of his torso or unzip his fly. Once he lifted up a woman's skirt; in shock and haste Minho had run forward to stop him, only for the lady to swirl around and whack him with her handbag.
"This is sexual harrassment" He told Kibum irritably as he returned from the shower, feeling little tugs as his bathrobe. There was no point in hiding his modesty as Kibum had sat chatting, and observing, him from the sink the whole time but he thought it was the purpose of it all.
"You want it"
"I do not" he lied; in truth he still felt the aftershocks of their kisses every time he touched his lips. He'd scrubbed at it, certain their was still some kind of ghost saliva settled on his mouth and sending out sparks of electricity through his lips.
"You can- You can take it off?" Minho stumbled over his words, falling back on his bed heavily and staring as Kibum undressed himself, too shocked to feel shame.
Pink seemed to tinge his cheeks as he hesitated at his jeans before tugging them down, looking unsure of himself for the first time and rather defensive for it "Why wouldn't I be able too?"
"B-because" Minho said dumbly, no helpful thoughts entering his mind; they all seemed to be blocked out by more impulsive thoughts of 'holy shit his ass is perfect'.
"Ghosts still have naked bodies"
"I can see that" He mumbled, in a choked voice an octave above his usual register as he shrugged off his jacket, hurrying to pull his shirt over his head and getting his arm caught in his sleeve.
He heard laughter, a more subdued, genuine kind that was much more pleasant to the ears, and somehow calmed him down so that when his shirt was on the floor and he was faced with Kibum's body he could return his smile.
Kibum was still pale, slightly off colour to look truly human, but there was nothing static-like about him now. He looked solid, warm, his hair a vibrant blonde and body detailed enough to make out the curve of his hip bone and reddish hue of his nipples.
Kibum laughed again, for some reason, reappearing in front of him and ridding him of his belt so his trousers landed by his ankles. He looked up at him, a playful glittering in his eyes that gave Minho a silent promise.
"Will it- work?" Minho asked, looking up and down uncertainly, hand hovering by his side and aching to reach out and cup his cheek.
"Well, yeah" Kibum's gaze directed itself somewhere above Minho's head "I tried it already. When you were- in the showers after football"
"Wha-?" Minho would have been more appalled, if it wasn't for his arousal suddenly stirring into life and brushing against Kibum's bare thigh, causing both of them to gasp. Clearing his throat, he locked gazes "Alright, um, let's-"
He tipped his drink all down his front before he went to meet with his friend- though Kibum was convinced it was Seohyun- and resolutely walled himself up against Minho's wardrobe so he couldn't change. Then when he'd been playing football, he'd tripped him and shot the ball into the opposing team's goalpost, so it looked like Minho himself had scored it. Even though his team won the ribbing he'd endured from his teammates and Kibum's exaggerated, loud laughter put him in a rotten mood the rest of the day.
Kibum was also able to grasp hold of his clothing now. It only lasted a few seconds, but that was normally enough; he could swipe it up to catch a glimpse of his torso or unzip his fly. Once he lifted up a woman's skirt; in shock and haste Minho had run forward to stop him, only for the lady to swirl around and whack him with her handbag.
"This is sexual harrassment" He told Kibum irritably as he returned from the shower, feeling little tugs as his bathrobe. There was no point in hiding his modesty as Kibum had sat chatting, and observing, him from the sink the whole time but he thought it was the purpose of it all.
"You want it"
"I do not" he lied; in truth he still felt the aftershocks of their kisses every time he touched his lips. He'd scrubbed at it, certain their was still some kind of ghost saliva settled on his mouth and sending out sparks of electricity through his lips.
"You can- You can take it off?" Minho stumbled over his words, falling back on his bed heavily and staring as Kibum undressed himself, too shocked to feel shame.
Pink seemed to tinge his cheeks as he hesitated at his jeans before tugging them down, looking unsure of himself for the first time and rather defensive for it "Why wouldn't I be able too?"
"B-because" Minho said dumbly, no helpful thoughts entering his mind; they all seemed to be blocked out by more impulsive thoughts of 'holy shit his ass is perfect'.
"Ghosts still have naked bodies"
"I can see that" He mumbled, in a choked voice an octave above his usual register as he shrugged off his jacket, hurrying to pull his shirt over his head and getting his arm caught in his sleeve.
He heard laughter, a more subdued, genuine kind that was much more pleasant to the ears, and somehow calmed him down so that when his shirt was on the floor and he was faced with Kibum's body he could return his smile.
Kibum was still pale, slightly off colour to look truly human, but there was nothing static-like about him now. He looked solid, warm, his hair a vibrant blonde and body detailed enough to make out the curve of his hip bone and reddish hue of his nipples.
Kibum laughed again, for some reason, reappearing in front of him and ridding him of his belt so his trousers landed by his ankles. He looked up at him, a playful glittering in his eyes that gave Minho a silent promise.
"Will it- work?" Minho asked, looking up and down uncertainly, hand hovering by his side and aching to reach out and cup his cheek.
"Well, yeah" Kibum's gaze directed itself somewhere above Minho's head "I tried it already. When you were- in the showers after football"
"Wha-?" Minho would have been more appalled, if it wasn't for his arousal suddenly stirring into life and brushing against Kibum's bare thigh, causing both of them to gasp. Clearing his throat, he locked gazes "Alright, um, let's-"
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