Rock Show
Title: Rock Show
Pairing: Kevin/Kibum
Rating: PG-13
He could get tickets to Korea-Japan Rock show through the internet. But he’s not a very fast typist. He can call the ticketing agency and get good seats for 8PM. But not being a very fast typist makes him not very fast in dialing numbers. Speed dial is a good option. But he won’t risk it. The tickets needed to be bought fresh from the ticket booth inside the mall when it opens at 8AM - the time they allow shoppers to exchange shopping receipts for discounts to concerts.
Kevin’s been sitting by the front doors of the mall since 5:06AM. He was the first one there, wearing his best running shoes, and securing the receipt for the jacket he bought the day before in the inside pocket of that same jacket. That will give him a good 20% off any kind of tickets he wanted to buy. And he has money enough for front row seats. The sky was still dark and the wind was chilling. He was alone to face the battle ahead. And the two night guards in front didn’t do much for company. Those didn’t matter. Those tickets had to be his. Other fans began to show up at around 5:30AM and a small crowd began to form by 6:30.
Only two hundred tickets were reserved for walk-in buyers out of a total of five thousand. They were allowed to get two tickets per person. So that means only the first one-hundred people who show up can get them. By 7:00AM, the crowd thickened to maybe a little more than a hundred. The two security guards were joined by three more to prevent a stampede.
As the minute hand on Kevin’s watch struck 7:30, his heart began to pound faster. A little more patience was needed. 7:40. He started warming up. Feet slightly jogging in place, arms stretching, and the mass of people looked like a giant fitness club out for a morning routine. Some of them even wore tracksuits. 7:45. they were ready. He was ready. 8:00 AM.
The doors of the mall opened and like children leaving school for the summer, people shouted cheers as they ran inside. Kevin knew better than to waste a second shouting ‘hurray’. He ran as fast as he could to the center of the mall where the ticket booth was located. He didn’t mind that his bag was slapping on his back. As far as he was concerned, he was ahead of the pack. Just a few meters away from the booth, some girl outran him and almost hit the counter when she stopped. He still came in second. YES!
“YES! I got them!” Kevin shouted victoriously as soon as he was a safe distance from the crowd who was still pushing, pulling, and even scratching its way to get a pair of those silver-colored pieces of paper. He stashed his pair in his bag and called Alexander.
“Hello?”
“I GOT THEM!”
“You got what?”
“The tickets!!”
“Ticke- oh! The tickets! Congratulations Kev! That deserves some cake!”
Kevin shouldn’t have trusted Alexander’s happiness over the tickets. Nor should he have accepted the cake from his partner at the restaurant. What Alexander said next made him realize the mistake.
“NO WAY!!” Kevin shouted, lips still stained with chocolate.
“Come on! We need a grand prize for the raffle tonight! You know how Thursday’s the slowest day in the week.”
“But I fought hundreds of people to get these!”
“That makes them even more worthy as the grand prize! Think of it this way, you’ll donate those tickets to the restaurant you own, and get that price tripled in profits!”
“But I won’t get to see Allen!”
Allen. Allen was not part of some Korean rock band. He wasn’t even part of a Japanese rock band. None of the other hundred-fifty fans who raced with Kevin to the ticket seller’s booth gave up sleeping in bed Allen as their primary concern. Allen, whose real name was Kim Kibum, was presenting the show on Friday night. Kim Kibum was Kevin’s ex who had his big break in Japan. Japan was their reason for having to break up. The hit show that made Kibum mimic (and even double) the popularity he gained in Korea was ironically called “Gita no Massha (Guitar Smashers)”, a J-Rock oriented program whose name was taken from the habit of band members to break guitars on stage.
“Can’t you get over him already? It’s been a year.” Alexander reminded.
That night, Kevin gave a defeated smile as Alexander raised his microphone to his mouth to announce that entry number 255 won the grand prize of two front row tickets to the Korea-Japan Rock show. The enthusiastic man bought a round of beer for everyone inside.
Friday was packed with costumers willing to spend the first fraction of their paychecks on food and drink. Kevin busied himself at service, as excellent steak and expensive bottles of wine went out the kitchen and bar, onto the tables of hungry diners. They closed at 1:00AM and used just under an hour to clean up.
The way back home was just like any other. A tired Kevin drove back to a parking lot near his home with loud music to keep him awake. He got off and walked from there to his apartment. He would have pretended not to hear the conversation from a group of college students about the concert while walking past him if it wasn’t for the shriek a girl made when they stopped beside the steps to his place.
Kevin looked up to see what the commotion was about when he saw Allen. He stopped in his tracks. Allen was standing beside the entrance to his apartment, signing an autograph and taking a picture before the group of fans walked along. The celebrity host turned to look at Kevin. He suddenly became this regular, maybe even a bit boring kind of guy who felt special when his boyfriend laughed at his bad attempts at being funny. He walked closer to Kevin, smiled in relief (he was equally as tired as the other), and gave the guy a chaste kiss on the lips.
“I was still trying to forget you. But someone told me you had to be forced to give up tickets to the rock show.”
Kevin gave a chuckle. “I think I remember doing that last night. What does this mean now that you’re here?”
“Can I crash at your place tonight?”
“You can. We’re both tired though.”
“We can cuddle.”
They even brushed their teeth together, Kibum using a toothbrush he bought on his way to Kevin’s.
And there they were. Kibum and Kevin, in nothing but their underwear, were wrapped up in each other. Kevin felt a few lazy kisses and slow breathing on the back of his neck as he lightly rubbed his arm on the other guy’s. Both welcomed the kind warmth that couldn’t be given by any heater or blanket.
They couldn’t be bothered to wake from deep slumber as the sub rose on their backs.
Kevin could have missed the concert. But he still got to meet the star.
Author's Note: Finally, a new KeMaru fic! I could have added smut but decided to do otherwise. Aren't they cuter this way?
Pairing: Kevin/Kibum
Rating: PG-13
He could get tickets to Korea-Japan Rock show through the internet. But he’s not a very fast typist. He can call the ticketing agency and get good seats for 8PM. But not being a very fast typist makes him not very fast in dialing numbers. Speed dial is a good option. But he won’t risk it. The tickets needed to be bought fresh from the ticket booth inside the mall when it opens at 8AM - the time they allow shoppers to exchange shopping receipts for discounts to concerts.
Kevin’s been sitting by the front doors of the mall since 5:06AM. He was the first one there, wearing his best running shoes, and securing the receipt for the jacket he bought the day before in the inside pocket of that same jacket. That will give him a good 20% off any kind of tickets he wanted to buy. And he has money enough for front row seats. The sky was still dark and the wind was chilling. He was alone to face the battle ahead. And the two night guards in front didn’t do much for company. Those didn’t matter. Those tickets had to be his. Other fans began to show up at around 5:30AM and a small crowd began to form by 6:30.
Only two hundred tickets were reserved for walk-in buyers out of a total of five thousand. They were allowed to get two tickets per person. So that means only the first one-hundred people who show up can get them. By 7:00AM, the crowd thickened to maybe a little more than a hundred. The two security guards were joined by three more to prevent a stampede.
As the minute hand on Kevin’s watch struck 7:30, his heart began to pound faster. A little more patience was needed. 7:40. He started warming up. Feet slightly jogging in place, arms stretching, and the mass of people looked like a giant fitness club out for a morning routine. Some of them even wore tracksuits. 7:45. they were ready. He was ready. 8:00 AM.
The doors of the mall opened and like children leaving school for the summer, people shouted cheers as they ran inside. Kevin knew better than to waste a second shouting ‘hurray’. He ran as fast as he could to the center of the mall where the ticket booth was located. He didn’t mind that his bag was slapping on his back. As far as he was concerned, he was ahead of the pack. Just a few meters away from the booth, some girl outran him and almost hit the counter when she stopped. He still came in second. YES!
“YES! I got them!” Kevin shouted victoriously as soon as he was a safe distance from the crowd who was still pushing, pulling, and even scratching its way to get a pair of those silver-colored pieces of paper. He stashed his pair in his bag and called Alexander.
“Hello?”
“I GOT THEM!”
“You got what?”
“The tickets!!”
“Ticke- oh! The tickets! Congratulations Kev! That deserves some cake!”
Kevin shouldn’t have trusted Alexander’s happiness over the tickets. Nor should he have accepted the cake from his partner at the restaurant. What Alexander said next made him realize the mistake.
“NO WAY!!” Kevin shouted, lips still stained with chocolate.
“Come on! We need a grand prize for the raffle tonight! You know how Thursday’s the slowest day in the week.”
“But I fought hundreds of people to get these!”
“That makes them even more worthy as the grand prize! Think of it this way, you’ll donate those tickets to the restaurant you own, and get that price tripled in profits!”
“But I won’t get to see Allen!”
Allen. Allen was not part of some Korean rock band. He wasn’t even part of a Japanese rock band. None of the other hundred-fifty fans who raced with Kevin to the ticket seller’s booth gave up sleeping in bed Allen as their primary concern. Allen, whose real name was Kim Kibum, was presenting the show on Friday night. Kim Kibum was Kevin’s ex who had his big break in Japan. Japan was their reason for having to break up. The hit show that made Kibum mimic (and even double) the popularity he gained in Korea was ironically called “Gita no Massha (Guitar Smashers)”, a J-Rock oriented program whose name was taken from the habit of band members to break guitars on stage.
“Can’t you get over him already? It’s been a year.” Alexander reminded.
That night, Kevin gave a defeated smile as Alexander raised his microphone to his mouth to announce that entry number 255 won the grand prize of two front row tickets to the Korea-Japan Rock show. The enthusiastic man bought a round of beer for everyone inside.
Friday was packed with costumers willing to spend the first fraction of their paychecks on food and drink. Kevin busied himself at service, as excellent steak and expensive bottles of wine went out the kitchen and bar, onto the tables of hungry diners. They closed at 1:00AM and used just under an hour to clean up.
The way back home was just like any other. A tired Kevin drove back to a parking lot near his home with loud music to keep him awake. He got off and walked from there to his apartment. He would have pretended not to hear the conversation from a group of college students about the concert while walking past him if it wasn’t for the shriek a girl made when they stopped beside the steps to his place.
Kevin looked up to see what the commotion was about when he saw Allen. He stopped in his tracks. Allen was standing beside the entrance to his apartment, signing an autograph and taking a picture before the group of fans walked along. The celebrity host turned to look at Kevin. He suddenly became this regular, maybe even a bit boring kind of guy who felt special when his boyfriend laughed at his bad attempts at being funny. He walked closer to Kevin, smiled in relief (he was equally as tired as the other), and gave the guy a chaste kiss on the lips.
“I was still trying to forget you. But someone told me you had to be forced to give up tickets to the rock show.”
Kevin gave a chuckle. “I think I remember doing that last night. What does this mean now that you’re here?”
“Can I crash at your place tonight?”
“You can. We’re both tired though.”
“We can cuddle.”
They even brushed their teeth together, Kibum using a toothbrush he bought on his way to Kevin’s.
And there they were. Kibum and Kevin, in nothing but their underwear, were wrapped up in each other. Kevin felt a few lazy kisses and slow breathing on the back of his neck as he lightly rubbed his arm on the other guy’s. Both welcomed the kind warmth that couldn’t be given by any heater or blanket.
They couldn’t be bothered to wake from deep slumber as the sub rose on their backs.
Kevin could have missed the concert. But he still got to meet the star.
Author's Note: Finally, a new KeMaru fic! I could have added smut but decided to do otherwise. Aren't they cuter this way?