americano demure
americano demure
minho/key
1888 words; pg-13
it's literally been a year since i started this fic FUCK YEAH i am good at timing out my work and it's only 1.8k oh god why. but anyway, this is for saboteurist, who asked for something completely different. MY APOLOGIES. i know you asked for tsundere minkey, and it started going there, but then things and stuff happened. i do what i want thor :|
01
“Why does he care,” Kibum frowns and watches Minho raise his arms up victoriously as he completes the high jump. Kibum snorts as Minho flashes him and Taemin a smile and runs over. He pats Taemin’s head and hugs Kibum in glee, slightly bouncing on the balls of his feet from the adrenaline rush. Kibum pats his back awkwardly and tries to stifle a cough. “Good job,” he settles for.
“Thanks,” Minho beams at him. “Not gonna lie, I thought I wasn’t going to make it.”
“Not true,” Kibum snorts, and raises an eyebrow at Minho in mock amusement. “You always make it.”
Minho laughs, a little breathless and giddy from the aftershock, and he wraps his arm around Kibum’s shoulder. “Only because you tell me that.”
Kibum huffs and looks down at the floor, face heating up.
02
“Who the fuck thought it would be a good idea put the box of Oreos all the way up there,” Kibum mumbles to himself and reaches up to the cabinet. He’s a whole hand length away, and goes on the tip of his toes to adjust. It’s still too far, and Kibum sighs in defeat.
“Need help?” someone asks from behind him; Kibum only barely manages to not groan.
“No, I’ve got this, thank you,” he frowns. He raises his arm again, but someone else’s hand comes in the way and then box is suddenly on the counter top next to him. Kibum turns around to face Minho, who’s smirking down at him like he’s something smaller. He laughs at the irony.
“Something funny?” Minho raises an eyebrow.
“You’re a cheap asshole,” Kibum snaps. “You did that on purpose.”
Minho laughs again, and it’s the same kind of laugh that Kibum hates. Loud and dramatic, slightly fascinating if really had to admit (he doesn’t have to, he figures, so in fact he really hates it), and all around contagious. Kibum’s nothing but skilled though, he’s figured out all the tricks and quirks around being pulled in and stands his guard, crossing his arms and looking very, very angry. “You think so?”
“I know so,” Kibum counters, and bristles when Minho continues laughing.
“Maybe not,” Minho shrugs, “but I did plan this,” he says, motioning to the area.
It takes mere seconds for it to click, the set-up, Kibum with his back resting against the kitchen counter, Minho closing in on him. He feels Minho’s arms brush against his own where they rest on the countertop and Kibum instantly puts his hands up in retaliation.
It’s useless though; Minho’s lips come into contact with his and Kibum’s arms lose their strength, resting his hands on Minho’s chest. Somewhere in the back of Kibum’s mind, something says you’ve never had a chance in the battle. You lost from the start. Minho’s hands slip under Kibum’s shirt and Kibum leans into the touch, pressed up right against Minho. He slips his arms around Minho’s neck and Minho smirks into the kiss. Part of Kibum wants to smack him upside the head, and another part of him is secretly thrilled at the way Minho turns his head and makes Kibum have to tilt his head upwards.
And then the doorbell rings, followed by a dog barking, and they both roll their eyes at the person outside the door. It’s probably Jinki, who took Adam and Eve out for a walk while Taemin was at a schedule.
They exchange glances before Kibum rolls his eyes and pushes Minho away from him. “It didn’t happen,” he states and walks out of the room briskly, staring down at his feet. He doesn’t miss the way Minho laughs from behind him. It’s the same laugh, loud and vibrant and very much contagious.
“Sure it didn’t.” He hears Minho say in the background. Kibum’s fist clenches and he sighs in annoyance.
03
Kibum wakes up an hour later than usual, and his first thought upon opening his eyes is Where the fuck is my cellphone? He has three alarms set on his phone for when he has to wake up, and there is no way he could’ve slept through all of them. Half of the time he wakes up before the first one goes off. As he rubs at his eyes and sits up in bed, Kibum looks over to his nightstand to see the vacant spot where his cellphone should be.
He rolls out of bed and stumbles into the kitchen, where Jonghyun and Taemin are currently eating breakfast together. “G’morning, sleeping beauty,” Jonghyun greets, and grins at the way Kibum glares at him. “It’s like love at first sight,” he says to Taemin, who laughs.
“Haveyouseenmycellphone?” he mumbles, and places his hands on the sides of his face, dragging them down.
“Your what?” Taemin asks, and exchanges a glance with Jonghyun.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about, but maybe you should start with your toothbrush. I can smell your breath from here.”
Kibum thinks about shouting abuses at him, but then realizes that that’s probably the better idea. He stumbles into the bathroom and starts his morning routine, phoneless.
When he emerges from the bathroom, he can hear the dull tune of a game coming from the living room, and when he walks into the room, he almost isn’t surprised to see Minho lounging on the couch on his back, Kibum’s phone in his hands. He clears his throat. “What are you doing on my phone?”
Minho looks up, alarmed, then relaxes again when he sees Kibum. He turns back to the phone. “My phone ran out of batteries.”
Kibum sits down next to Minho’s head and slumps down. “Okay, but what are you doing?”
“Angry Birds.”
“Not anymore, you won’t,” Kibum says, and goes to take the phone out of Minho’s hands. Minho retracts his arms and grabs Kibum by the wrists instead, tugging forward.
“Mm, no, I don’t think so,” he grins and cranes his face upwards just so, and their lips connect.
Minho’s planned this as well, Kibum thinks dully into the kiss, he definitely took his phone on purpose, definitely sat here on purpose, definitely--
The rest of his thought process flies out of the window when he feels Minho’s tongue brush against his lips, and Kibum barely has the state of mind to question why he’s kissing back when he’s supposed to be angry. His hands are cupping the sides of Minho’s face, and Minho’s arms are around his neck, keeping him pressed down. Minho kisses slow and lazy, like they have all of the time in the world, and then some, and he’s going to savor every moment. Kibum tries to keep up, or slow down, rather, but his mind is moving at a million miles per hour, trying to process every detail, every facet, and getting lost in a maze of Choi Minho.
He hates that Minho has that effect on him, and hates even more that he enjoys that Minho can affect like him like this.
They part, and Kibum huffs before standing up abruptly. “Fine,” he states. “Take the phone if you want. You better charge it later, though.”
“I will,” Minho says in a sing-song voice as Kibum walks away, bristling.
04
Kibum has a plan. Kibum has a plan because Kibum is tired of Minho having plans and always falling for them.
He waits for the perfect moment when they are backstage at a music show. The staff are spread out among the room, and aside from Taemin and Minho, the rest of the members are out socializing with other people. Taemin’s getting his hair curled, and Minho is reading a book. Kibum takes the opportunity to slide onto his lap.
“Hi,” Kibum says, and mentally berates himself for sounding so awkward.
“Um,” Minho replies. “You’re on my lap. Facing me.”
“Does that bother you?” Kibum grins, feeling a bit powerful.
“Didn’t think you were one for PDAs.”
Kibum frowns. “I could always stop.”
“No,” Minho says, calmer than Kibum was imagining he’d sound. “No, I quite like this, actually.”
Kibum leans forward until he can feel Minho’s breath against his lips.
“SHINee up in five!” someone calls from the door, and Kibum huffs angrily before sliding off of Minho. Minho raises an eyebrow in amusement as he follows Kibum backstage.
It happens again when Minho’s on his laptop. This time, however, they’re the only ones left at home, and Kibum takes the opportunity to make his way over and casually sit next to him. “What’re you doing?”
Minho shrugs. “Shopping. Shoes.” He points at a picture. “Do you like that one or this one?”
Kibum purses his lips. “Hm... neither.” He places his hand on the back of the laptop and gently closes it. “I had better ideas,” He says, and slides the notebook off of Minho’s lap.
He revels in the surprised look on Minho’s face and grins when he realizes he’s caught him completely of guard. He turns his body so hat he’s facing Minho, and straddles his thigh.
“Um,” Minho says eloquently. “What.”
“We have unfinished business,” Kibum replies, getting comfortable.
05
Jinki and Minho are playing on their Xbox when Kibum walks in and sits next to them, clad in a huge sweater and hands cupped around a mug of coffee.
“Wanna join?” Minho asks, but Kibum shakes his head and takes a sip.
“I’ll just watch. It’s so cold I can barely move my fingers.”
“The heaters broken,” Jinki says dully. “The guy is coming in tomorrow to fix it.”
“This is the biggest sweater I have and it’s still cold as fuck. What’s the temperature outside?”
“I’m pretty sure it’s below freezing.”
Kibum groans again. “Any of you guys want coffee as well? Might as well do something.”
“Could you make me one?” Jinki asks. “But put it in a thermos, because I have to leave to record with Jonghyun.”
“Sure. Minho?”
“I’ll probably just take yours.”
“Thanks,” Kibum says dryly. He gets up and smacks him on the shoulder for good measure before disappearing into the kitchen.
By the time he comes back, Jinki is shrugging on his coat and trying to fit his feet into his sneakers at the same time. “Thanks,” Jinki smiles breathlessly and grabs the thermos. “I’ll make you chai tomorrow. Or something. Starbucks?”
“I like Americano,” Kibum says as Jinki exits, leaving Minho and Kibum alone again.
“So,” Minho says, “are you sure you don’t want to play?”
“I’d rather just watch,” Kibum shrugs and plops down next to Minho. He takes a sip and brings his knees to his chest.
The only sound or the next half hour is the TV screen, and amidst their concerts and promotions, it’s oddly domestic. He leans his head on Minho’s shoulder and sighs. It’s an odd way to all in love - a terrible way, actually, but between the snow and the broken heater, and other things, the way it happened seems less important than the fact it happened.
“I want a sip,” Minho demands, and Kibum winkles his nose.
“No, screw you. Say please.” Minho grabs Kibum’s hand - the one around the mug - and leans forward. “Rude,” he hears Kibum mumble, but his cheeks are a soft pink color.
minho/key
1888 words; pg-13
it's literally been a year since i started this fic FUCK YEAH i am good at timing out my work and it's only 1.8k oh god why. but anyway, this is for saboteurist, who asked for something completely different. MY APOLOGIES. i know you asked for tsundere minkey, and it started going there, but then things and stuff happened. i do what i want thor :|
01
“Why does he care,” Kibum frowns and watches Minho raise his arms up victoriously as he completes the high jump. Kibum snorts as Minho flashes him and Taemin a smile and runs over. He pats Taemin’s head and hugs Kibum in glee, slightly bouncing on the balls of his feet from the adrenaline rush. Kibum pats his back awkwardly and tries to stifle a cough. “Good job,” he settles for.
“Thanks,” Minho beams at him. “Not gonna lie, I thought I wasn’t going to make it.”
“Not true,” Kibum snorts, and raises an eyebrow at Minho in mock amusement. “You always make it.”
Minho laughs, a little breathless and giddy from the aftershock, and he wraps his arm around Kibum’s shoulder. “Only because you tell me that.”
Kibum huffs and looks down at the floor, face heating up.
02
“Who the fuck thought it would be a good idea put the box of Oreos all the way up there,” Kibum mumbles to himself and reaches up to the cabinet. He’s a whole hand length away, and goes on the tip of his toes to adjust. It’s still too far, and Kibum sighs in defeat.
“Need help?” someone asks from behind him; Kibum only barely manages to not groan.
“No, I’ve got this, thank you,” he frowns. He raises his arm again, but someone else’s hand comes in the way and then box is suddenly on the counter top next to him. Kibum turns around to face Minho, who’s smirking down at him like he’s something smaller. He laughs at the irony.
“Something funny?” Minho raises an eyebrow.
“You’re a cheap asshole,” Kibum snaps. “You did that on purpose.”
Minho laughs again, and it’s the same kind of laugh that Kibum hates. Loud and dramatic, slightly fascinating if really had to admit (he doesn’t have to, he figures, so in fact he really hates it), and all around contagious. Kibum’s nothing but skilled though, he’s figured out all the tricks and quirks around being pulled in and stands his guard, crossing his arms and looking very, very angry. “You think so?”
“I know so,” Kibum counters, and bristles when Minho continues laughing.
“Maybe not,” Minho shrugs, “but I did plan this,” he says, motioning to the area.
It takes mere seconds for it to click, the set-up, Kibum with his back resting against the kitchen counter, Minho closing in on him. He feels Minho’s arms brush against his own where they rest on the countertop and Kibum instantly puts his hands up in retaliation.
It’s useless though; Minho’s lips come into contact with his and Kibum’s arms lose their strength, resting his hands on Minho’s chest. Somewhere in the back of Kibum’s mind, something says you’ve never had a chance in the battle. You lost from the start. Minho’s hands slip under Kibum’s shirt and Kibum leans into the touch, pressed up right against Minho. He slips his arms around Minho’s neck and Minho smirks into the kiss. Part of Kibum wants to smack him upside the head, and another part of him is secretly thrilled at the way Minho turns his head and makes Kibum have to tilt his head upwards.
And then the doorbell rings, followed by a dog barking, and they both roll their eyes at the person outside the door. It’s probably Jinki, who took Adam and Eve out for a walk while Taemin was at a schedule.
They exchange glances before Kibum rolls his eyes and pushes Minho away from him. “It didn’t happen,” he states and walks out of the room briskly, staring down at his feet. He doesn’t miss the way Minho laughs from behind him. It’s the same laugh, loud and vibrant and very much contagious.
“Sure it didn’t.” He hears Minho say in the background. Kibum’s fist clenches and he sighs in annoyance.
03
Kibum wakes up an hour later than usual, and his first thought upon opening his eyes is Where the fuck is my cellphone? He has three alarms set on his phone for when he has to wake up, and there is no way he could’ve slept through all of them. Half of the time he wakes up before the first one goes off. As he rubs at his eyes and sits up in bed, Kibum looks over to his nightstand to see the vacant spot where his cellphone should be.
He rolls out of bed and stumbles into the kitchen, where Jonghyun and Taemin are currently eating breakfast together. “G’morning, sleeping beauty,” Jonghyun greets, and grins at the way Kibum glares at him. “It’s like love at first sight,” he says to Taemin, who laughs.
“Haveyouseenmycellphone?” he mumbles, and places his hands on the sides of his face, dragging them down.
“Your what?” Taemin asks, and exchanges a glance with Jonghyun.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about, but maybe you should start with your toothbrush. I can smell your breath from here.”
Kibum thinks about shouting abuses at him, but then realizes that that’s probably the better idea. He stumbles into the bathroom and starts his morning routine, phoneless.
When he emerges from the bathroom, he can hear the dull tune of a game coming from the living room, and when he walks into the room, he almost isn’t surprised to see Minho lounging on the couch on his back, Kibum’s phone in his hands. He clears his throat. “What are you doing on my phone?”
Minho looks up, alarmed, then relaxes again when he sees Kibum. He turns back to the phone. “My phone ran out of batteries.”
Kibum sits down next to Minho’s head and slumps down. “Okay, but what are you doing?”
“Angry Birds.”
“Not anymore, you won’t,” Kibum says, and goes to take the phone out of Minho’s hands. Minho retracts his arms and grabs Kibum by the wrists instead, tugging forward.
“Mm, no, I don’t think so,” he grins and cranes his face upwards just so, and their lips connect.
Minho’s planned this as well, Kibum thinks dully into the kiss, he definitely took his phone on purpose, definitely sat here on purpose, definitely--
The rest of his thought process flies out of the window when he feels Minho’s tongue brush against his lips, and Kibum barely has the state of mind to question why he’s kissing back when he’s supposed to be angry. His hands are cupping the sides of Minho’s face, and Minho’s arms are around his neck, keeping him pressed down. Minho kisses slow and lazy, like they have all of the time in the world, and then some, and he’s going to savor every moment. Kibum tries to keep up, or slow down, rather, but his mind is moving at a million miles per hour, trying to process every detail, every facet, and getting lost in a maze of Choi Minho.
He hates that Minho has that effect on him, and hates even more that he enjoys that Minho can affect like him like this.
They part, and Kibum huffs before standing up abruptly. “Fine,” he states. “Take the phone if you want. You better charge it later, though.”
“I will,” Minho says in a sing-song voice as Kibum walks away, bristling.
04
Kibum has a plan. Kibum has a plan because Kibum is tired of Minho having plans and always falling for them.
He waits for the perfect moment when they are backstage at a music show. The staff are spread out among the room, and aside from Taemin and Minho, the rest of the members are out socializing with other people. Taemin’s getting his hair curled, and Minho is reading a book. Kibum takes the opportunity to slide onto his lap.
“Hi,” Kibum says, and mentally berates himself for sounding so awkward.
“Um,” Minho replies. “You’re on my lap. Facing me.”
“Does that bother you?” Kibum grins, feeling a bit powerful.
“Didn’t think you were one for PDAs.”
Kibum frowns. “I could always stop.”
“No,” Minho says, calmer than Kibum was imagining he’d sound. “No, I quite like this, actually.”
Kibum leans forward until he can feel Minho’s breath against his lips.
“SHINee up in five!” someone calls from the door, and Kibum huffs angrily before sliding off of Minho. Minho raises an eyebrow in amusement as he follows Kibum backstage.
It happens again when Minho’s on his laptop. This time, however, they’re the only ones left at home, and Kibum takes the opportunity to make his way over and casually sit next to him. “What’re you doing?”
Minho shrugs. “Shopping. Shoes.” He points at a picture. “Do you like that one or this one?”
Kibum purses his lips. “Hm... neither.” He places his hand on the back of the laptop and gently closes it. “I had better ideas,” He says, and slides the notebook off of Minho’s lap.
He revels in the surprised look on Minho’s face and grins when he realizes he’s caught him completely of guard. He turns his body so hat he’s facing Minho, and straddles his thigh.
“Um,” Minho says eloquently. “What.”
“We have unfinished business,” Kibum replies, getting comfortable.
05
Jinki and Minho are playing on their Xbox when Kibum walks in and sits next to them, clad in a huge sweater and hands cupped around a mug of coffee.
“Wanna join?” Minho asks, but Kibum shakes his head and takes a sip.
“I’ll just watch. It’s so cold I can barely move my fingers.”
“The heaters broken,” Jinki says dully. “The guy is coming in tomorrow to fix it.”
“This is the biggest sweater I have and it’s still cold as fuck. What’s the temperature outside?”
“I’m pretty sure it’s below freezing.”
Kibum groans again. “Any of you guys want coffee as well? Might as well do something.”
“Could you make me one?” Jinki asks. “But put it in a thermos, because I have to leave to record with Jonghyun.”
“Sure. Minho?”
“I’ll probably just take yours.”
“Thanks,” Kibum says dryly. He gets up and smacks him on the shoulder for good measure before disappearing into the kitchen.
By the time he comes back, Jinki is shrugging on his coat and trying to fit his feet into his sneakers at the same time. “Thanks,” Jinki smiles breathlessly and grabs the thermos. “I’ll make you chai tomorrow. Or something. Starbucks?”
“I like Americano,” Kibum says as Jinki exits, leaving Minho and Kibum alone again.
“So,” Minho says, “are you sure you don’t want to play?”
“I’d rather just watch,” Kibum shrugs and plops down next to Minho. He takes a sip and brings his knees to his chest.
The only sound or the next half hour is the TV screen, and amidst their concerts and promotions, it’s oddly domestic. He leans his head on Minho’s shoulder and sighs. It’s an odd way to all in love - a terrible way, actually, but between the snow and the broken heater, and other things, the way it happened seems less important than the fact it happened.
“I want a sip,” Minho demands, and Kibum winkles his nose.
“No, screw you. Say please.” Minho grabs Kibum’s hand - the one around the mug - and leans forward. “Rude,” he hears Kibum mumble, but his cheeks are a soft pink color.