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Title: Feeling it
Genre: Fluff
Rating: PG!
Pairing: Minho/Kibum
Words: 1,731
Summary: He thinks that it has reached borderline jealous. He believes that maybe he is much more envious of the other.
A/N: This was requested by my friend slapstickhero. I hope you like it! Also, it feels like forever since I posted something. I am working on some other fics, so I will hopefully have them up soon within the next two weeks or so. Please enjoy!
He thinks that it has reached borderline jealous. He believes that maybe he is much more envious of the other. The sway of Kibum’s hips and his obvious in-your-face confidence. It is severe and it hits hard and it leaves a lovely taste in your mouth. But for Minho, this confidence leaves somewhat of a bitter taste. It leaves him wanting it out of his mouth, wishing to wash his mouth out with some peroxide.
He doesn’t want to admit it because as a man of 19 years, he has too much pride. He has too much going for him and he is too much of a man. He is too masculine for that. Sometimes he isn’t so sure anymore because when he sees Kibum, he sees what he wants to be. He sees many hopes and promises and he sees freedom within Kibum and he wishes he could be like. He wishes that life was that easy and he didn’t feel so trapped. Minho wants to be just as careless, if not more.
Minho has many desires and he wants to feel them but sometimes he isn’t assertive enough, he assumes the passive role to the point where he might not be there. To the point where vanishing seems like the simplest solution but then there is his pride. This raging flame in is hearth that keeps on going and is not endless.
He wouldn’t say that his relationship with Kibum was estranged; it was just different from usual ones. And it would be for a while till he got over these outlandish feelings. This queer want to be like Kibum, if not, better. If it is a competition he is getting himself into, it is a race.
Minho’s far out look and more than usually quiet self, catch the attention of Kibum. But this far out look is toward him, Minho is looking at him. He smirks and chuckles to himself silently. He runs a hand through the mess atop his head and tries to control his breathing from the previous efforts of dancing. Trying this new move that the choreographer had them do.
Kibum has this glint in his eyes. His irises show mischievousness but Minho doesn’t see that, Minho is far too gone to recognize that. Kibum breaks Minho’s concentration. He doesn’t know what he is concentrating on, only the fact that it definitely looks like he might be checking him out, but then who wouldn’t?
“Are you okay?” It comes off almost too sarcastic with not a hint of sincerity as it slips from Kibum’s pretty lips. With that, Minho looks up and stares at Kibum. Memorizing the way his face looks when he is all sweaty and disheveled. Trying to catch his breath, he is a mess but he still looks good. Minho wants to be like that. He also wants to look good, no matter how bad he would smell.
“I am perfectly fine, hyung.” And he carries the last word out slowly, knowing just how satisfied Kibum gets when he acknowledges him of his age. Even though they are a couple of months apart, Kibum cannot help but feel this power of authority and it feels good. Kibum won’t lie.
With that Kibum nods and is on his way to cause whatever chaos that would suit his fancy.
Later on that day, Kibum focuses on Minho. His gaze bores into the younger man, it is piercing and deadly but in many ways than one. He vaguely makes out the abs through the thin shirt of his as he lounges about the furniture reading the latest novel that had been sent by a fan. His reading glasses are hanging slightly low on the bridge of his nose and he is focused. So focused that Minho doesn’t even feel the whole that is starting to burn because of Kibum’s gaze.
Kibum thinks Minho is handsome, intelligent and mysterious. He believes that he fits the requirements for any ideal type. If he wants to be honest, being pretty, having feline looks isn’t everything. Kibum wants to be handsome; he wants someone to say that to him. He wants to relish in the fact that he could get anyone that he would like to have just like Minho could. So he watches, seeing if he can learn anything from the younger. Of course Kibum wouldn’t say anything; his pride would definitely be on the line.
He admits it to himself that this wants, this need to feel and have that masculinity just like Minho, it is jealous. He wants the roles reversed; sometimes he wants to be visibly strong not just mentally. He wants to have that look. He will never say it, but bits and pieces of Minho he wants and he tries to collect him to build his character. To build who he wants to be.
Finally their eyes meet, searching for something among each other’s faces but they do not know what it is. Minho gives this soft smile and Kibum just stares. He stares at his features, hard. An expression that really doesn’t tell much.
Before he knows it, Minho appears in front of his face. His reading glasses dangling in his lanky hand, his thin and long fingers pressed against the surface of the kitchen table where he was sitting, watching the younger just a few minutes ago.
Kibum bites his lip waiting for the silence to break.
“Are you alright, Hyung?” And something in his chest, it pauses and his spine feels tingly. Kibum feels something. He can feel his throat go dry and his palms become a tad bit sweaty. He feels nervous, somewhat anxious and he doesn’t know why. Kibum gives a genuine sly smile and nods his head.
He is fine, most definitely. He is perfectly okay.
It isn’t till a couple of days later when Minho is alone in his shared room with Jonghyun. Complete solitude and he thinks. He contemplates his current feelings and his thoughts. He processes them slowly like a computer, he goes over and reviews everything. Maybe it isn’t jealousy, maybe it isn’t envy. Maybe what he wants isn’t to be like Kibum, maybe he just wants him.
“wow.” And it all starts to make sense, just a little bit.
When it’s time for dinner, everyone is out and eating. Taemin is stuffing his face with bulgogi because after all, he is a growing boy. Being the generous one that he is, Onew is constantly thanking Kibum for slaving over a hot oven top. Jonghyun isn’t patient either. He is sitting in all deciding if he should get the kimchi first.
But then there is Kibum. In all his prettiness and everything that Minho believed he wanted, Kibum sits there. He sits there nodding off the thank yous, silently eating his food. When everyone greets Minho, he sits down and stares at Kibum, silently wishing that their eyes will lock.
But it doesn’t happen.
The meal conversation consists of tomorrow’s schedule and how funny the last variety show they watched was. Even though both Minho and Kibum have eaten, they are still hungry; they are left unsatisfied with confused feelings.
Kibum finds that the best time to think about things is right before he goes to bed. He can stare up at the ceiling in silence and have pictures in his mind go by like a movie that only lasts 5 minutes but it really seems to last longer than that. He comes to the point where he knows it isn’t jealousy anymore; he is no longer green with envy. But he is grey, confused and he doesn’t know how to feel.
Later that night, Minho feels a warm body pressing up against his back. Thin fingers gliding over his side, slightly. He has to catch his breath because he knows who it is. It could only be one person. Trying to be as quite as possible, Minho turns around in his bed to face Kibum. He is biting down on his lip and he is staring at Minho like he is a puzzle. The hardest puzzle he has ever tried to solve, he believes. Minho feels a soft hand caress his cheek and he waits for something to be said.
“It isn’t jealousy anymore.” Kibum says slowly, staring deeply into Minho’s big eyes.
“It isn’t.” He agrees.
“It’s something more and I can feel it.”
“What do you want to feel?” Minho asks pressingly, he wants to know, he needs to know if they are on the exact same page. Kibum smiles at him as he moves closer so that their bodies are pressed firmly together, warmth being exchanged and their breath mingling. Their noses graze against each other and they have hopes with heavy eyelids. Minho traces his hand down Kibum’s side until it is resting in the curve of his back, securing him.
“Let me try something.”
Kibum closes his eyes and he leans in, cautiously, waiting to see if Minho will push him back. Waiting to see if this rejection will come because he is sure he can bring himself back up if it happens. But it doesn’t. Soft lips are pressed against slightly chapped ones and everything seems to stop. Minho grabs Kibum’s and proceeds to deepen the kiss, licking at his lower lip asking for an entrance. When that entrance is granted, everything becomes much more perfect than it already was. Kibum knows he has to stop before he loses all of his resolve but he can’t and he really doesn’t want to because the way that Minho’s lips feel upon his is just too amazing to let go. He imagines what it would be like if those lips graced his skin, in many different places he wishes to be touched and he moans at that thought.
Minho pulls away slowly because he knows he is on the edge of the cliff ready to fall into the land of unseen pleasure but he isn’t sure if they are both ready to take that step yet and its okay. It is perfectly fine. Because their lips are both tingling with the lasting presence of each other’s lips. It’s imprinted in both of their minds, something that they cannot and won’t ever forget.
“Did you feel it?” Minho asks after what seems like years of silence.
“Yeah…I felt it.”