[fic] Minho/Key - SHINee - Instant Replay
Title: Instant Replay
Author: fonulyn
Rating: PG13
Pairing: Minho/Key, slight!Jonghyun/Taemin
Warnings: --
Wordcount: 2758
Disclaimer: I own no one, only my dirty imagination.
Summary: It’s the best night of Kibum’s life. Deal with it.
Comments: My take at a drabble. You can see I’m not very good at keeping them drabbles either. Written for the prompt “uniform”.
“I still think this is the stupidest fucking idea you’ve had,” Kibum announces as he plops down on the plush couch next to his best friend. He’s been dancing for so long that his muscles are beginning to ache, and he urgently needs something to drink, so he reaches out for Jonghyun’s drink to shamelessly steal it. Jonghyun doesn’t complain, not even when Key plucks out the pink umbrella from the drink and throws it aside, before downing half of the contents of the glass in one go.
Curious about the lack of response, Kibum follows Jonghyun’s gaze to the dance floor, right where he was just seconds ago grinding against Taemin as they had their own private show-off. Turns out Taemin hasn’t run out of energy still, and of course Jonghyun can’t tear his eyes off him. Kibum scoffs, eagerly gulping down the rest of Jonghyun’s drink. It’s so fruity it doesn’t even taste like alcohol, although Kibum has a sneaking suspicion he will be proven wrong later.
Finally, he pokes Jonghyun’s side to gain his attention. “Did you hear me?”
Jonghyun turns to look at him, arching an eyebrow questioningly. “Yeah I heard you. Stupid idea blah blah?” He only now notices the lack of anything to drink, but doesn’t comment on it. He must know what happened, he’s been friends with Kibum for long enough. “I don’t get why you think it’s a bad idea, though. It’s not like everyone isn’t having tons of fun.”
“It’s your bachelor party, Jjong!” Kibum announces, pained by how slow his friend is. “And it’s also Taemin’s. You’re not supposed to have it together, for god’s sake, you’re going to get married in a few days and the bride and the groom just don’t have a bachelor party together.”
“Why not?” Jonghyun asks, his eyes again turning to sneak a glance at Taemin, while his lips stretch to a moronic grin. “We have the same friends anyway, what’s wrong with killing two birds with one stone?”
“It’s just not done. It’s… against laws of nature,” Kibum huffs. He has to admit though, he’s had fun for the whole evening. They have so many friends and acquaintances that showed up for the party that the whole club is basically reserved for only them. There’s also supposed to be some special shows later on, although Kibum isn’t sure if there’ll be anything that’d interest him.
Jonghyun has the balls to just laugh. He claps Kibum’s shoulder, before heaving himself up from the couch. “You’re just jealous because you haven’t gotten any in a decade. While I am getting married, to the love of my life.” He sings the last part of the sentence, along to the melody of some popular trot song Kibum is sure he should recognize but can’t be arsed to focus on right now.
He watches as Jonghyun goes to join Taemin on the dance floor, briefly considers finding Jinki and forcing him to dance, and then eventually just sinks further into the plush cushions to have a short break. The evening is still young, he can’t wear himself out before time.
Besides, he has a feeling the fruity drink was indeed stronger than he expected it to be.
Eventually Kibum decides to venture towards the bar to have himself something more to drink, and maybe some water so he won’t lose all recollection of the evening afterwards. Maybe he has been in a slightly sour mood since all of his friends seem to be so happy in their relationships and he’s constantly only falling for jerks that end up doing more bad than good in the end. He swears he’ll be more positive from now on, not to ruin the party for his soon-to-be-married friends. Although, he’s quite sure absolutely nothing could ruin the evening for them.
Finally Kibum gets his drink and a bottle or water, and starts making his way through the crowd towards his previous seat. On his way he practically runs into Taemin, though, who instantly grabs his arm in a tight grip. “Oh, hyung, I’m so glad I found you! I’ve been trying to track you down. C’mon, the show is about to start!”
“I can watch it from there, too,” Kibum tries, but Taemin is insistent and drags him all the way to the stage that is currently decorated by loads of confetti and sparkly lights.
“No, you really want to watch it from here, trust me.”
As soon as they park themselves right next to the stage, Jonghyun appears right out of nowhere, handing out one of those colourful drinks to Taemin and keeping one for himself. He’s wearing that shit-eating grin that always shows that something is up, and it instantly makes Kibum suspicious. “I’m not sure I like where this is going… Your special show isn’t anything to embarrass me, is it? I am not getting up on that stage!”
“Don’t worry,” Taemin smiles, but there’s something in his smile that is even more alarming than Jonghyun’s expression. Naturally, Taemin leans closer to Jonghyun, and Kibum huffs at the way they’re such a picture perfect couple. Great. Just what he needs in his own desperately single state. Taemin never eases his grip on Kibum’s arm, though, so he has no choice but to stay right there even when people start to flock around them, all gathering in for the promised big show.
The lights dim, and Kibum can barely see some movement on stage. He sips his drink, his features perpetually stuck in a frown as he still has his suspicions about this. But then the spotlight switches on and silence falls into the club. There’s a cop standing on stage, in full uniform, and goddamnit if it isn’t the hottest cop Kibum has ever seen in his life. He hasn’t even gotten a glance of the man’s face yet, but the way the uniform hugs those wide shoulders, the way the pants are snug around the hips, everything emphasizes what a toned body is hidden underneath the layers of fabric and Kibum can’t help but swallow dryly.
Quickly, he takes a long sip from his drink, just to have something to do, but that’s when the beat of the music starts. The man looks up, long fingers sliding along the visor of his hat, and Kibum can already feel something short-circuiting in his brain. He should’ve expected a striptease show, of course Jonghyun and Taemin would both want to see one. But he expected something corny, something straight out of a bad movie, and not a godly being like this. Seriously. It’s not legal to be so hot.
When the man begins the show, it’s clear that he’s not the best dancer out there. He pulls the moves off, but there’s something hesitant and tense in the lines of his body, as if he’s new to this, or not quite used to the routine yet. None of it matters though as the crowd keeps cheering him on, clapping and screaming for more. Kibum does none of that, though, too mesmerized by the long legs, too occupied by his sudden intense urge to run his nails down that wide back.
Before he even notices it his glass is empty again, and he’s not sure if the alcohol is making this better or worse for his self-control. When the stripper loses his shirt, Kibum loses his mind, he could swear he does. At least something explodes in his brain and he really, really needs to get laid. Or get his hands on that gorgeous body on stage, that would also be an option. Or both of those combined, preferably.
Suddenly Taemin is screeching something right next to him, waving madly until the man on stage notices him and gives a small grin. He approaches the side of the stage, giving a high five to a few of the girls and guys reaching out for him, but stops right in front of Taemin. Taemin leans in and says something that Kibum cannot really hear, but the next thing those big brown eyes are on him and holy shit up close the stripper dude is even hotter than from afar.
It takes a moment for Kibum to realize what’s going on when the man reaches his hands out for him, urging him to follow. It takes Jonghyun’s hands in the small of Kibum’s back, practically pushing him forward, before Kibum realizes he’s standing on the stage together with the half-dressed exotic dancer he’s been drooling after for the duration of the whole performance.
Shamelessly, the man grips Kibum’s wrists and walks backwards until they’re in the centre of the stage, before urging him to join in the dance. It might be the alcohol, it might be the familiar beat, it might be the fact that Kibum loves dancing, or it could be the smoking hot man in front of him, Kibum doesn’t know. But despite the reason, he realizes that he’s starting to move along and soon they’re shamelessly putting on a show for the audience.
It’s just like dancing in a smoky club with a stranger you just met. Except that Kibum has never met such an attractive stranger, nor has he ever had an audience this eager to scream for them. He finds he enjoys it though, especially when he gets over the bafflement and starts to actually put his everything to it.
What makes it even better? What is the best part of it? The man seems to be as focused on Kibum as Kibum is on him. That comes clear latest when the man grasps Kibum’s hands again and brings them to his sides, practically inviting him to help with the removal of the last garments. The belt is already unbuckled, and this close Kibum can see that the uniform pants are only held together from a few points that make it easy to rip them off.
Shamelessly, Kibum slides his fingers underneath the waistband of the pants, revelling in the way the man shudders at that, as if he’s getting off on this as much as Kibum is. He gives a cocky smirk, turns around and then nods slightly. Kibum takes that as a sign and grabs the fabric of the pants tight. He sends a short prayer to the heavens as he can feel the firm thighs against his knuckles, but then only holds his breath and yanks as hard as he can. The pants give in easily, way more easily than Kibum would’ve even thought, and the audience erupts in even louder cheers.
The rest of it goes by in a quick blur. The man is only in his underwear now and that seems to signal the end of the performance as he straightens, flashes a bright grin at the audience and grips Kibum’s hand in his own. He takes a bow and only at the last second Kibum understands to follow suit. Then there’s only a few waves around, the loud applause drowning out everything else.
When the man turns to smile at Kibum for the last time, it’s like time literally stops for a moment. It sounds corny and stupid but Kibum blames it on alcohol, he’s certainly had enough tonight. If he’s not mistaken the man says an inaudible ‘thank you’ at him, leaning closer as if he wants to whisper it straight into Kibum’s mouth. But then he’s gone, grabs his clothes as he runs backstage, leaving Kibum standing there completely dumbfounded.
“I told you that you’d want to see this up close, man!” Jonghyun laughs as he claps his hands on Kibum’s shoulders. “Was that the best time of your life or what?” He looks far too satisfied in himself and his plotting skills, and Kibum could swear that this was something that Jonghyun and Taemin planned already before they decided to have a bachelor party at all.
“You didn’t,” Kibum huffs, pretending to be annoyed, “Taemin did.” He can’t hold out the façade any longer though, the giddy grin breaking free the next second. “God he was hot! You could’ve gotten me a second dance with him too, if you went for one already. That would’ve made you a true friend.”
“Well,” Taemin cuts in, sliding next to the two, and hands something at Kibum with a smirk. “I think you could still get that. He looked pretty into you.”
Kibum glances down and only now realizes that it’s the hat he’s holding, the policeman hat that completes the whole outfit. It must’ve fallen off the stage at some point, or been forgotten, and of course Taemin went to find it as soon as he got the chance to. Or maybe Taemin stole it to begin with. Kibum wouldn’t put that past him, not as he knows Taemin is full of devious plans when he wants to.
He doesn’t say anything, just flashes his friends a thankful smile, before abandoning them in favour of his new mission. He knows where the backstage area is, as it’s basically just one larger bathroom at the other end of the club that is open for audience whenever there’s not a planned performance. It’s more than easy to get there, and he slips into the room before closing the door behind himself.
The click of the lock is enough to draw attention, and the man in the room turns around to face him. He’s now wearing a regular black t-shirt and jeans that are a little too baggy for Kibum’s tastes, but he still manages to look absolutely dashing and for a second Kibum forgets why he’s even there. He gets over himself soon, though, and clears his throat as he holds out the hat. “You forgot this. I figured you might need it.”
“Thank you,” the man says, and his voice is yet another thing that makes Kibum’s knees go weak. Goddamnit this man should really arrest himself for being illegally hot. “I… was just going to head out to find it.” He gives a sheepish smile. “But now I don’t need to, so, yeah. Thanks.” He reaches for the hat and takes it, before meeting Kibum’s eyes again. “I’m Minho. Nice to meet you.”
It’s funny how he seems almost shy in comparison to the stage persona from earlier, the cockiness and the attitude that’d make anyone worship him. Yet Kibum finds himself liking both sides, and is it really healthy to be this infatuated already? He doesn’t really care, to be honest, and boldly steps closer, runs his index finger down the centre of Minho’s chest. “Correct me if I’m wrong,” he begins, “but I got the feeling you might not be against another dance with me? Out there. Without stripping, this time.”
Minho looks surprised only for a beat, before the smug grin is back on his lips and he shifts closer, his hands easily migrating to Kibum’s hips. “I could be persuaded,” he says, his voice having the same effect as the first time. Kibum is sort of glad he can lean against Minho’s chest just the tiniest bit, and with his hands trapped between their bodies he gets to feel up the muscles underneath the thin shirt.
“First, though,” Kibum says, his eyes already fixed on Minho’s mouth. “There’s something I’ve wanted to do ever since you first appeared up on stage.” He leans in, making his intentions clear but also giving Minho enough time to pull back if he wishes to. Who knows, he might not be into kissing strangers the first thing without getting to know them? And Kibum really doesn’t want to screw this up before he even gets his chance.
Minho doesn’t pull back though, but instead closes the last of the distance himself. He practically pushes Kibum against the closest wall, kissing him with such intent that it leaves nothing up for interpretation. It makes Kibum’s head spin - or maybe that’s the amount of alcohol Kibum has consumed throughout the evening? - and he doesn’t really want to go back out there. He’d much rather stay here and get acquainted with what else Minho does amazingly well, except for kissing.
He forces himself to pull back after a while and instead reaches for Minho’s hand to lace their fingers together. “Now, let’s go dance.” He flashes a grin. This is going to turn out to be the best night of his life. He’s certain of that.
Four days later, Kibum asks Minho to be his date for the wedding. Minho says yes.
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Author: fonulyn
Rating: PG13
Pairing: Minho/Key, slight!Jonghyun/Taemin
Warnings: --
Wordcount: 2758
Disclaimer: I own no one, only my dirty imagination.
Summary: It’s the best night of Kibum’s life. Deal with it.
Comments: My take at a drabble. You can see I’m not very good at keeping them drabbles either. Written for the prompt “uniform”.
“I still think this is the stupidest fucking idea you’ve had,” Kibum announces as he plops down on the plush couch next to his best friend. He’s been dancing for so long that his muscles are beginning to ache, and he urgently needs something to drink, so he reaches out for Jonghyun’s drink to shamelessly steal it. Jonghyun doesn’t complain, not even when Key plucks out the pink umbrella from the drink and throws it aside, before downing half of the contents of the glass in one go.
Curious about the lack of response, Kibum follows Jonghyun’s gaze to the dance floor, right where he was just seconds ago grinding against Taemin as they had their own private show-off. Turns out Taemin hasn’t run out of energy still, and of course Jonghyun can’t tear his eyes off him. Kibum scoffs, eagerly gulping down the rest of Jonghyun’s drink. It’s so fruity it doesn’t even taste like alcohol, although Kibum has a sneaking suspicion he will be proven wrong later.
Finally, he pokes Jonghyun’s side to gain his attention. “Did you hear me?”
Jonghyun turns to look at him, arching an eyebrow questioningly. “Yeah I heard you. Stupid idea blah blah?” He only now notices the lack of anything to drink, but doesn’t comment on it. He must know what happened, he’s been friends with Kibum for long enough. “I don’t get why you think it’s a bad idea, though. It’s not like everyone isn’t having tons of fun.”
“It’s your bachelor party, Jjong!” Kibum announces, pained by how slow his friend is. “And it’s also Taemin’s. You’re not supposed to have it together, for god’s sake, you’re going to get married in a few days and the bride and the groom just don’t have a bachelor party together.”
“Why not?” Jonghyun asks, his eyes again turning to sneak a glance at Taemin, while his lips stretch to a moronic grin. “We have the same friends anyway, what’s wrong with killing two birds with one stone?”
“It’s just not done. It’s… against laws of nature,” Kibum huffs. He has to admit though, he’s had fun for the whole evening. They have so many friends and acquaintances that showed up for the party that the whole club is basically reserved for only them. There’s also supposed to be some special shows later on, although Kibum isn’t sure if there’ll be anything that’d interest him.
Jonghyun has the balls to just laugh. He claps Kibum’s shoulder, before heaving himself up from the couch. “You’re just jealous because you haven’t gotten any in a decade. While I am getting married, to the love of my life.” He sings the last part of the sentence, along to the melody of some popular trot song Kibum is sure he should recognize but can’t be arsed to focus on right now.
He watches as Jonghyun goes to join Taemin on the dance floor, briefly considers finding Jinki and forcing him to dance, and then eventually just sinks further into the plush cushions to have a short break. The evening is still young, he can’t wear himself out before time.
Besides, he has a feeling the fruity drink was indeed stronger than he expected it to be.
Eventually Kibum decides to venture towards the bar to have himself something more to drink, and maybe some water so he won’t lose all recollection of the evening afterwards. Maybe he has been in a slightly sour mood since all of his friends seem to be so happy in their relationships and he’s constantly only falling for jerks that end up doing more bad than good in the end. He swears he’ll be more positive from now on, not to ruin the party for his soon-to-be-married friends. Although, he’s quite sure absolutely nothing could ruin the evening for them.
Finally Kibum gets his drink and a bottle or water, and starts making his way through the crowd towards his previous seat. On his way he practically runs into Taemin, though, who instantly grabs his arm in a tight grip. “Oh, hyung, I’m so glad I found you! I’ve been trying to track you down. C’mon, the show is about to start!”
“I can watch it from there, too,” Kibum tries, but Taemin is insistent and drags him all the way to the stage that is currently decorated by loads of confetti and sparkly lights.
“No, you really want to watch it from here, trust me.”
As soon as they park themselves right next to the stage, Jonghyun appears right out of nowhere, handing out one of those colourful drinks to Taemin and keeping one for himself. He’s wearing that shit-eating grin that always shows that something is up, and it instantly makes Kibum suspicious. “I’m not sure I like where this is going… Your special show isn’t anything to embarrass me, is it? I am not getting up on that stage!”
“Don’t worry,” Taemin smiles, but there’s something in his smile that is even more alarming than Jonghyun’s expression. Naturally, Taemin leans closer to Jonghyun, and Kibum huffs at the way they’re such a picture perfect couple. Great. Just what he needs in his own desperately single state. Taemin never eases his grip on Kibum’s arm, though, so he has no choice but to stay right there even when people start to flock around them, all gathering in for the promised big show.
The lights dim, and Kibum can barely see some movement on stage. He sips his drink, his features perpetually stuck in a frown as he still has his suspicions about this. But then the spotlight switches on and silence falls into the club. There’s a cop standing on stage, in full uniform, and goddamnit if it isn’t the hottest cop Kibum has ever seen in his life. He hasn’t even gotten a glance of the man’s face yet, but the way the uniform hugs those wide shoulders, the way the pants are snug around the hips, everything emphasizes what a toned body is hidden underneath the layers of fabric and Kibum can’t help but swallow dryly.
Quickly, he takes a long sip from his drink, just to have something to do, but that’s when the beat of the music starts. The man looks up, long fingers sliding along the visor of his hat, and Kibum can already feel something short-circuiting in his brain. He should’ve expected a striptease show, of course Jonghyun and Taemin would both want to see one. But he expected something corny, something straight out of a bad movie, and not a godly being like this. Seriously. It’s not legal to be so hot.
When the man begins the show, it’s clear that he’s not the best dancer out there. He pulls the moves off, but there’s something hesitant and tense in the lines of his body, as if he’s new to this, or not quite used to the routine yet. None of it matters though as the crowd keeps cheering him on, clapping and screaming for more. Kibum does none of that, though, too mesmerized by the long legs, too occupied by his sudden intense urge to run his nails down that wide back.
Before he even notices it his glass is empty again, and he’s not sure if the alcohol is making this better or worse for his self-control. When the stripper loses his shirt, Kibum loses his mind, he could swear he does. At least something explodes in his brain and he really, really needs to get laid. Or get his hands on that gorgeous body on stage, that would also be an option. Or both of those combined, preferably.
Suddenly Taemin is screeching something right next to him, waving madly until the man on stage notices him and gives a small grin. He approaches the side of the stage, giving a high five to a few of the girls and guys reaching out for him, but stops right in front of Taemin. Taemin leans in and says something that Kibum cannot really hear, but the next thing those big brown eyes are on him and holy shit up close the stripper dude is even hotter than from afar.
It takes a moment for Kibum to realize what’s going on when the man reaches his hands out for him, urging him to follow. It takes Jonghyun’s hands in the small of Kibum’s back, practically pushing him forward, before Kibum realizes he’s standing on the stage together with the half-dressed exotic dancer he’s been drooling after for the duration of the whole performance.
Shamelessly, the man grips Kibum’s wrists and walks backwards until they’re in the centre of the stage, before urging him to join in the dance. It might be the alcohol, it might be the familiar beat, it might be the fact that Kibum loves dancing, or it could be the smoking hot man in front of him, Kibum doesn’t know. But despite the reason, he realizes that he’s starting to move along and soon they’re shamelessly putting on a show for the audience.
It’s just like dancing in a smoky club with a stranger you just met. Except that Kibum has never met such an attractive stranger, nor has he ever had an audience this eager to scream for them. He finds he enjoys it though, especially when he gets over the bafflement and starts to actually put his everything to it.
What makes it even better? What is the best part of it? The man seems to be as focused on Kibum as Kibum is on him. That comes clear latest when the man grasps Kibum’s hands again and brings them to his sides, practically inviting him to help with the removal of the last garments. The belt is already unbuckled, and this close Kibum can see that the uniform pants are only held together from a few points that make it easy to rip them off.
Shamelessly, Kibum slides his fingers underneath the waistband of the pants, revelling in the way the man shudders at that, as if he’s getting off on this as much as Kibum is. He gives a cocky smirk, turns around and then nods slightly. Kibum takes that as a sign and grabs the fabric of the pants tight. He sends a short prayer to the heavens as he can feel the firm thighs against his knuckles, but then only holds his breath and yanks as hard as he can. The pants give in easily, way more easily than Kibum would’ve even thought, and the audience erupts in even louder cheers.
The rest of it goes by in a quick blur. The man is only in his underwear now and that seems to signal the end of the performance as he straightens, flashes a bright grin at the audience and grips Kibum’s hand in his own. He takes a bow and only at the last second Kibum understands to follow suit. Then there’s only a few waves around, the loud applause drowning out everything else.
When the man turns to smile at Kibum for the last time, it’s like time literally stops for a moment. It sounds corny and stupid but Kibum blames it on alcohol, he’s certainly had enough tonight. If he’s not mistaken the man says an inaudible ‘thank you’ at him, leaning closer as if he wants to whisper it straight into Kibum’s mouth. But then he’s gone, grabs his clothes as he runs backstage, leaving Kibum standing there completely dumbfounded.
“I told you that you’d want to see this up close, man!” Jonghyun laughs as he claps his hands on Kibum’s shoulders. “Was that the best time of your life or what?” He looks far too satisfied in himself and his plotting skills, and Kibum could swear that this was something that Jonghyun and Taemin planned already before they decided to have a bachelor party at all.
“You didn’t,” Kibum huffs, pretending to be annoyed, “Taemin did.” He can’t hold out the façade any longer though, the giddy grin breaking free the next second. “God he was hot! You could’ve gotten me a second dance with him too, if you went for one already. That would’ve made you a true friend.”
“Well,” Taemin cuts in, sliding next to the two, and hands something at Kibum with a smirk. “I think you could still get that. He looked pretty into you.”
Kibum glances down and only now realizes that it’s the hat he’s holding, the policeman hat that completes the whole outfit. It must’ve fallen off the stage at some point, or been forgotten, and of course Taemin went to find it as soon as he got the chance to. Or maybe Taemin stole it to begin with. Kibum wouldn’t put that past him, not as he knows Taemin is full of devious plans when he wants to.
He doesn’t say anything, just flashes his friends a thankful smile, before abandoning them in favour of his new mission. He knows where the backstage area is, as it’s basically just one larger bathroom at the other end of the club that is open for audience whenever there’s not a planned performance. It’s more than easy to get there, and he slips into the room before closing the door behind himself.
The click of the lock is enough to draw attention, and the man in the room turns around to face him. He’s now wearing a regular black t-shirt and jeans that are a little too baggy for Kibum’s tastes, but he still manages to look absolutely dashing and for a second Kibum forgets why he’s even there. He gets over himself soon, though, and clears his throat as he holds out the hat. “You forgot this. I figured you might need it.”
“Thank you,” the man says, and his voice is yet another thing that makes Kibum’s knees go weak. Goddamnit this man should really arrest himself for being illegally hot. “I… was just going to head out to find it.” He gives a sheepish smile. “But now I don’t need to, so, yeah. Thanks.” He reaches for the hat and takes it, before meeting Kibum’s eyes again. “I’m Minho. Nice to meet you.”
It’s funny how he seems almost shy in comparison to the stage persona from earlier, the cockiness and the attitude that’d make anyone worship him. Yet Kibum finds himself liking both sides, and is it really healthy to be this infatuated already? He doesn’t really care, to be honest, and boldly steps closer, runs his index finger down the centre of Minho’s chest. “Correct me if I’m wrong,” he begins, “but I got the feeling you might not be against another dance with me? Out there. Without stripping, this time.”
Minho looks surprised only for a beat, before the smug grin is back on his lips and he shifts closer, his hands easily migrating to Kibum’s hips. “I could be persuaded,” he says, his voice having the same effect as the first time. Kibum is sort of glad he can lean against Minho’s chest just the tiniest bit, and with his hands trapped between their bodies he gets to feel up the muscles underneath the thin shirt.
“First, though,” Kibum says, his eyes already fixed on Minho’s mouth. “There’s something I’ve wanted to do ever since you first appeared up on stage.” He leans in, making his intentions clear but also giving Minho enough time to pull back if he wishes to. Who knows, he might not be into kissing strangers the first thing without getting to know them? And Kibum really doesn’t want to screw this up before he even gets his chance.
Minho doesn’t pull back though, but instead closes the last of the distance himself. He practically pushes Kibum against the closest wall, kissing him with such intent that it leaves nothing up for interpretation. It makes Kibum’s head spin - or maybe that’s the amount of alcohol Kibum has consumed throughout the evening? - and he doesn’t really want to go back out there. He’d much rather stay here and get acquainted with what else Minho does amazingly well, except for kissing.
He forces himself to pull back after a while and instead reaches for Minho’s hand to lace their fingers together. “Now, let’s go dance.” He flashes a grin. This is going to turn out to be the best night of his life. He’s certain of that.
Four days later, Kibum asks Minho to be his date for the wedding. Minho says yes.
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