[Fic] The Happiest Days for Patzmelody01;PG13
The Happiest Days...
Couple: MinKey/Broken!MinKey, cheating/bff!JongKey, side!JongYu, MinhoxYuri (blegh...)
Genre: AU, Romance, Angst
Rated: PG13
Summary: Cheating on his husband with his best friend was only the second biggest mistake in Kim Kibum's life. Marrying Minho was the absolute biggest mistake of Kibum’s life. Not because he didn’t love him, not because Minho did not satisfy him, not because his life wasn’t constantly being made perfect by the other man--but because marrying him and promising to love him and solely him is what caused for Minho’s heart to break in the first place. Now he questions if he's even worthy for a second chance.
Prompt by Patzmelody01 (I love this prompt, I hope I didn’t ruin it)
A/N: For Patzmelody01 because I tortured her so much with Remember Me!?!, haha. I hope you like it, and it makes you happy, not only hate me even more. xP
Day 1, Day 2, Day 3,
There was once a time where Kim Kibum was a selfish, spoiled, and self-centered man. There was once a time where he did absolutely nothing, and yet got absolutely everything. There was once a time where he expected to get whatever he wanted whenever he wanted it, and automatically expected everyone to bend over backwards for him. This was a result of being the only son in a wealthy family with doting parents who were willing to do anything for him. As well, it was the only fault of his always giving husband.
If there was ever a sin in this world that the selfless Choi Minho was ever guilty of, it was loving Kibum too much. He’d do anything for Kibum, no matter how ridiculous. Anything Kibum asked him for would be his instantly, whether it be clothes, cars, computers, electronics, cellphones, food, the most expensive wedding ring, or even a fancy house. Kibum would ask for anything that crossed his mind, and the saddest part was that Minho would, without question, immediately get it for him. The way that Minho treated him as if he was some sort of royalty would make even a man nurturing a pregnant wife shake his head in disbelief. Minho would even carry him around when he was too tired or lazy to walk himself.
Kibum didn’t have a job, but he spent more money in two months than Minho would in an entire year. He was willing to clean the house and cook dinner, but only if Minho gave him the money to buy the exact ingredients he wanted, and believe me, that meant they were the best quality. He was loud, a party animal, and drank too much, but Minho somehow found it endearing. His moods would switch from north to south faster than a compass could detect, and yet Minho nurtured and gave into them immediately, regardless. He was selfish and arrogant, and yet something about him had Minho worshipping the ground he walked upon.
There was one thing that Kibum did however, that Minho hated. One thing he did, but no matter how much Minho secretly hated it, he never asked him to stop. He would go clubbing. Go out to night clubs every first friday night of the month, no matter how much Minho secretly begged him to say at home (he would never ask him more than once, because ‘his baby’s happiness was his own’, and ‘he had no right to tell him what he could and could not do’). He had a large group of friends that would go with him, dance with him, party with him, and drink with him, and even though Minho would silently wait for him patiently at home every time, he always seemed to be able to forget about his husband kindly waiting for him, and dance close against his other guy friends, staring at them seductively and even grinding against them. Minho was his husband, but those fridays nights were just for him.
One of Kibum’s friends had been close with him since high school days, and even befriended Minho after their wedding. He was a club friend, but also a family friend, as he and Kibum had attended all of high school with each other. He was even a friend of Minho’s family as his older sister had dated Minho’s brother a few years back.
His name was Jonghyun. Kim Jonghyun, a singer and performer at a nightclub, as well as Kibum’s best friend. He was a short, attractive, stylish, hot-head who loved clubbing and partying almost even more than Kibum did, and things never seemed to be quiet when he and Kibum were together. They were always either partying, laughing, or yelling at each other. Even despite the shared friendship with Minho, the younger of the two couldn’t help but wonder about Jonghyun’s relationship with his husband. Jonghyun had admitted to dating Kibum briefly in their high school years, but had assured him that they were only friends then, after they had gotten married. However, the way that Kibum would hang all over the older man and laugh together with him when they were drunk made Minho secretly become jealous, even though he respected and trusted his husband with everything he was. Kibum was his husband after all, and what was a relationship without trust?
However, despite everything that Kibum did wrong, he was not a bad person. Minho would spend his entire life testifying to that if he needed to. Despite his ego being larger than all of Russia, and the way he expected the world to revolve around him, he was a truly honest, passionate, and caring person under it all. There was a reason why Minho was so in love. A reason he would look past everything bad that Kibum did, and why he would spoil him as if he was the most precious creature in the world. To Minho, he was the most precious creature in the world.
When they had met and were dating, even when he wanted to be during the first few months of their marriage, Kibum was kind and considerate. He would stay at home and patiently wait for Minho to come home to their small apartment after work, having made him his favorite dinner and even massage his shoulders if he was too stressed. Despite his ego and seemingly cold image, Minho was the one and only person who knew the truth. The real side to his heart.
Kim Kibum was once a weak, scared, unconfident and self-loathing boy. He was secretly paranoid and worried about everything and everyone. He judged himself much harsher than any critic ever would, and told himself he was nothing. He felt as if he didn’t force himself to keep “improving” himself by becoming everything everyone else wanted him to be, he would never be good enough for anyone.
Minho was the first and only person Kibum had ever revealed this to, over two years after dating each other faithfully. Minho was the first person he ever trusted enough to tell the truth. The truth about how everyone rejected him as a child because he acted differently than the other little boys, and liked playing princess more than kickball. How his parents were always both so busy with their jobs that they shipped him off to Daegu with his grandmother, and he had been so sure that it was because he wasn’t a good enough son for them. How in high school, the others criticized and bullied him, and how he never fit in because he wasn’t good enough for them.
There was once a time where Kibum was a lonely man. He secretly longed for something solid and real and for someone he wasn’t worried about judging him. He secretly was innocent and dorky, timid and unconfident under his acts, and Minho saw it in him. He wanted him to be able to feel truly loved and admired, and to gain real confidence in himself instead of the act he put on in front of everyone else. And Kibum saw this too. He saw that Minho loved him for the real him, and knew he never had to worry about having to put on a act for him, and for that, he was truly grateful. Truly and honestly grateful and could only find a way to pay him back with love. Loved him so honestly and truthfully under it all. Maybe that was why Minho loved him so much even when he tried to convince everyone he was a narcissistic diva. Maybe that was why he spoiled him so much.
Through their entire marriage, Minho served Kibum faithfully, asking for nothing more from Kibum than his love and trust. Kibum was still just like the amazing angel that Minho had always watched from the back of their college class’ classroom, loving secretly and honestly from afar, too afraid to admit the truth to, way above his league and popular for the quiet boy to ask out. Still the secretly shy Kim Kibum who only opened up to him. Kibum was still the beautiful Almighty Key with everyone’s hearts on a string, and yet, somehow, he had somehow managed to agree to give Minho his heartstrings too in a thing called marriage. Somehow Minho had been blessed with the hand of the most amazing person in the entire world, and he wanted nothing, absolutely nothing more than what he had right then. He was already the happiest man in the world spoiling the most amazing man who had ever lived.
Never once, during their entire marriage had Minho ever asked for anything from Kibum other than his love. Never had he ever asked for him to do anything he didn’t want to do, not even imaging asking him to give anything for him. Never even once--expect for that night. Never once except for the night where everything Minho had worked for in their marriage had suddenly fallen apart.
~*~
Kibum groaned quietly and made an exaggerated motion as he pulled his bottle of strawberry-vodka from his mouth again and shook his head disbelievingly.
“I can’t believe it. I absolutely just can’t believe Minho, thinking that he can leave me alone for a whole week just like that. Who does he think he is, making me wait for him? Almighty Key waits for no one!” He exclaimed loudly finally, tired of drinking and trying to cover up the fact that being left at home alone for an entire week by Minho scared him so much because he secretly began to wonder if he was good enough to satisfy him as his husband.
“If he thinks just because we’re married for two years that I’m wrapped around his finger and will just patiently wait at home for him to be done playing around with his buddies, he’s mistaken! He’s so mistaken!” He added, taking another large swig from his bottle.
Jonghyun laughed quietly and fondly at his exaggerating friend before setting down his beer bottle on the coffee table and looked back at him, shaking his head slowly.
“He left for six days to take care of his friend, whose dad just died. You call that playing around with his buddies?” He asked amusedly, watching the younger man’s selfish act fondly. He knew Kibum too well.
Kibum groaned and threw one of the couch pillows at Jonghyun’s face as he heard his friend’s comment, before going back to taking another large swig from his alcohol bottle.
“It doesn’t matter what he’s doing! The point is, he suddenly takes off of work, drops everything on me and expects me to wait at home for him for the entire time while he’s off out of town with his buddies! He expects me--me, Almighty Key, to do everything and and wait for him like his freaking pet dog the entire time! He expects me to do everything he’s supposed to do--I had to unclog the freaking toilet last night because he wasn’t here! He’s the one who’s supposed to do that kind of thing! Besides, I spent all this week’s clothes money, and he didn’t even give me any for while he’s away! Do you know what it’s like to go to the mall without any money!? It’s terrible!!” He complained quickly, flailing his arms around with annoyance.
Jonghyun only sniggered at this but didn’t take his fond gaze off of the younger as he listened to him. “You spoiled little brat, Kibum. You’re really so selfish, and he’s done nothing to stop it. He’s only spoiled you rotten. I swear, you’re the most pampered bitch I’ve ever met.” He muttered dotingly, his words completely ironic to his endearing tone as he looked at the younger one with amused eyes.
Kibum smiled proudly and nodded at his best friend’s words, not at all ashamed of the names he was being called and agreeing with him as he stretched out on the expensive white-leather couch he had insisted Minho should by for him.
“Exactly, I’m his spoiled little baby, how can he expect me to suddenly have to do things for myself? It’s really not fair, Jjongie, for him to leave me all alone like this! I don’t have anyone to give me money to shop with, don’t have someone to pick me up from parties when I’m drunk, don’t have anyone to do things for me, don’t have anyone to make love to me, don’t have anyone to do anything for me! It’s so boring! I’m so bored! I’m so lonely, Hyunnie~~!” He whined unhappily, taking this time to fling himself over his best friend’s lap, whacking the older man’s muscular arms stubbornly.
Jonghyun laughed with amusement at this before sitting up a little, forgetting about his fifth nearly empty beer bottle as he wrapped his arms around the younger man’s waist and took him into his lap fully.
“Lonely? Almighty Key lonely? Don’t have anyone to make love to you?--I must say, Kibum, this is a first. Almighty Kibum with everyone’s hearts wrapped around his fingers, and he’s complaining about being lonely after just two nights away from his husband. Tch, what a domestic little wife our Almighty Player Key has become.” He retorted happily, enjoying this time to laugh at the arrogant younger man while he was down.
Kibum growled quietly at this before whacking at Jonghyun’s solid chest angrily, closing his eyes tightly and unhappily, not wanting to hear Jonghyun’s teasing anymore (and when Kibum didn’t want something to happen, that means he’ll find some way for it to be stopped).
“Shut uuuup! You have no idea, Jjongie! It’s so stupid--he’s so stupid! I don’t do this! Almighty Key gets whatever he wants, and this isn’t what I want! I don’t do this! I don’t play the obedient little wife act, I do and get whatever I want! What does he think he’s doing, leaving me at home like this!? I don’t need to wait for him--if he’s dumb enough to think that I’m not good enough for him, th-than he’s...” He started quickly, but slowed down a little as his real inconfidence began to eat away at his heart again. What if Minho actually left him? What if he really left him because he was not good enough for him? What if he just got tired of him? What if he didn’t love him in return as much as he loved him?
“I-if he’s stupid enough to think that I’m not good enough for him--than he’s nowhere near good enough for me! I don’t need him! I can do better--I can find someone better than him. I can find someone better to spoil and pamper me like I deserve. Kim Kibum doesn’t play the bitch to anyone!” He cried out quickly, as his own self-doubting began to get too much for him to be able to handle any longer, spitting words out as quickly as he could in hopes to distract himself.
Jonghyun only chuckled fondly at this before bringing the younger man closer into his lap, hands running teasingly over the other’s sides and hips as he brought their bodies closer.
“You arrogant little bastard...” He chuckled quietly into the younger man’s ear, feeding the other’s delicate ego, alcohol spinning through his head and system, his fondness and suppressed longing for the sexy other man blinding him and stunting his thoughts as his lips found a way to attach to the other man’s ear.
Kibum moaned softly as he felt the hot alcohol scented breath of the older man against his neck and the heat of the other’s tongue brushing gently against his ear. It felt wrong--it wasn’t Minho’s lips against his own, it wasn’t Minho’s hands slipping under his shirt, it wasn’t Minho’s body flush against his own, it wasn’t Minho seductively whispering his name, and it wasn’t Minho who was making him shiver with every touch like this. He didn’t know what did it, he didn’t know why he didn’t stop it. Maybe it was the alcohol, maybe it was his arrogance, maybe it was his selfish want to always be adored and spoiled, maybe it was even the self-doubting he’d never admit to, but whatever it was, it was enough. Just enough for him to sling his arms over the older’s neck, hot lips and desperate tongues slipping together in the heat of the moment.
~*~
Minho glanced down and sighed apologetically as the older man gently squeezed his shoulder.
“Just go home, Minho-yah. You miss him already, you’re not fooling anyone.” Donghae said understandingly, as he didn’t take his hand off of the younger man’s shoulder. “I’ll be alright, really. Besides, Eunhyuk is coming tomorrow morning anyway. I’ll be just fine by myself for tonight.”
Minho looked back at the older man thankfully before placing both of his hands on his shoulders and squeezing them gently in a sort of thanks. “Thank you, Hyung. I really want to be here with you, but I’m afraid that Kibum’s going to get upset with me if I leave him alone for too long. Contrary to how he acts in front of others, he really does need to be loved and supported almost all the time. I’m a bit worried about him...” He said quietly, as Donghae looked at him understandingly.
“I know, I know. To you, even your spoiled Kibum is the most perfect creature in the world. I know there must be something about him that makes you so crazy for him, whether or not I saw it when we met each other. Just go home to him and take care of him already, don’t just stay here for me anymore, huh? It makes me feel bad to keep you away from him for so long.” He said smilingly lightly, as the younger hugged him quickly in thanks.
~*~
It was early morning by the time the MRT finally reached the heart of Seoul and the sun was rising in the pale sky when Minho was finally home again. He had spent the entire night on the MRT, trying to either stay awake or doze off on the way home, but he really didn’t mind. He didn’t mind at all, when he thought about it. Because he knew that his Kibummie liked to sleep late in the morning, and he would simply smile as he thought of surprising the other man by slipping quietly into their bed and snuggling him close to him again. No matter what Kibum tried to tell everyone else, when it was just them, Kibum would finally open up and tell him how much he missed him every night he had to stay late for work. Even though he wanted nothing less than Kibum’s unhappiness enough to have to miss him while he was gone, he couldn’t help his little selfish streak of feeling so good when Kibum actually told him how much he missed him.
Minho smiled lightly to himself as he slipped into his and Kibum’s neat home that he had bought for them to live in about a year after they got married when Kibum said living in an apartment was tiring. This building wasn’t just a house he had rented like before. It was their home. Their home. He had bought it completely with the money he had made with his own work, and Kibum had designed and decorated it to match them perfectly. Just the house all together reminded him of them.
Minho sighed softly as he glanced at the coffee table in the living room and saw alcohol bottles spread out all over the room--when he saw the beer bottles placed on the coffee table. Jonghyun had been over. He could recognize that, because Kibum didn’t drink beer when there were other fancier drinks to be had (there were a few Baileys and Vodka bottles laying around too). He secretly wished Kibum didn’t drink so much when Jonghyun was over, but he couldn’t stay upset for too long. He was happy that at least Kibum had his best friend over so that he wouldn’t be alone and bored at home for the two days that Minho had left him.
Minho was just happy to know that he’d be home again. He had taken an entire week off of work to help comfort Donghae, but if he was home for five of them, perhaps he should take Kibum somewhere. Go take a vacation with only each other so he could prove how much he wanted to be with him. He could probably afford a in-country vacation in his budget, and he knew that it would probably get Kibum to forgive him easily for leaving in the first place.
Minho didn’t say anything as he stepped to the bedroom door and opened it up slowly, hoping he would have been able to sneak into the bed alongside his sleeping husband, but the moment that the door squeaked open quietly, and he glanced into the bed, he felt himself freeze completely.
Upon hearing a quiet squeak from the door, Kibum found himself waking up, even though normally such a quiet noise wouldn’t have stirred him. For some reason, he just felt he should wake. With a small yawn and a stretch of his arms, he sat up on his bed again, rather surprised to find his husband standing still in the doorway.
“Hmn? Minho-baby, what are you doing home?” He asked quietly, sitting up, causing for the blanket that had been over his chest to fall down onto his lap again, exposing a bare, hickey-covered chest.
Minho could say absolutely nothing as he continued to stand completely still where he had been left. His eyes were huge, dark and shaky, and his throat was completely dry. He stood there weak enough to where the wind could have blown him over. He was paralyzed, too scared to move, but felt a furious strike split through him as his eyes fell over the large hickeys marking his husband’s pale skin and heard a soft moan of the waking noises of the one who had made them.
Kibum felt as if his breath had been knocked out of his chest as every memory from the night prior suddenly started rushing through his head the moment his eyes fell down to his side, finding a happily sleeping and fully naked Jonghyun stretched out on his and Minho’s bed next to him. Every memory, from drinking too much, to where he desperately did everything to escape the worry that he was left for good because he wasn’t good enough to satisfy Minho anymore, to the pure desperate need to feel good enough for and wanted by someone, as his insecurities engulfed him.
“Mi-Min-Minho, let me explain!” Kibum stuttered out immediately, the moment he remembered everything he and his best friend had done the last night.
Minho only stayed still, fists slowly clenching at his sides, as he stood where he has left in the doorway, cold and glazed-over eyes looking all over the love-marks left on his husband’s skin from someone other than himself. As he looked in front of him and saw the older, tan, muscular man taking his place in his own bed, fingers lightly brushing against his husband’s exposed thigh in his sleep. It was then when something snapped, something short-circuited in his heart and all of the love and devotion he had felt for the beautiful man in front of him for over four years had finally snapped.
His entire life, since he had first met Kibum years ago, had been all about him. All about Kibum, serving, loving, spoiling, giving any and everything to the ungrateful other man, receiving only secret smiles in thanks. All his years of marriage, working so hard all of the time, pushing himself past his limits so that he could go to a nice home and love and give Kibum whatever he could possibly want. Working until his fingers were numb and bled with paper work in a well-paying job he didn’t even want, just so that Kibum could live a happy, comfortable life. Giving everything he had just for Kibum’s happiness and never asking for anything more. He had done everything, absolutely everything, and still--this was how Kibum repaid him. By sleeping around with his club buddies the first time Minho had ever left him alone for longer than a night.
“No. No need to explain, Kibum. I was just about to leave anyway.” Minho muttered numbly, not even thinking through the words he was saying, hurt and betrayal too intense, too deep for him to even cope with it.
Kibum’s eyes widened until they were as huge as Minho had ever seen them, as his husband’s numbed and cold voice sounded weakly, speaking quietly the words that Kibum had spent his entire life fearing.
“Minho-yah, wait! Don’t go! Don’t leave--Minho, wait!!” He shouted quickly, pushing himself out of the bed, and away from Jonghyun’s arms as he stumbled after his husband quickly and desperately.
Minho forced himself to swallow the harsh lump in his throat as he turned his back from the sight in the bedroom, forcing his feet to move forwards, walking away from everything he had ever wanted before in his entire life. Walking away from the very thing he had loved and worked for every day of his married life. Walking away from the thing he once thought made him the luckiest and happiest man in the world. But he was wrong. So wrong, because Kibum wasn’t the most beautiful and amazing gift that made him the happiest man on the earth.
Because something that rare and beautiful would never cause for his heart to break into numbness as it was then.
“MINHO-YAH, WAIT!” Kibum yelled loudly, as he pushed himself out of the bedroom again, catching Minho’s hand as quickly as possibly, yanking the taller man back towards him again. “Minho-yah, wait! Please! Please stop! Let me explain, don’t go! Just stay, Minho-yah. Stay. Please. Stay with me!!” The smaller man cried desperately, as he yanked on Minho’s hand pathetically.
“Why!?” Minho suddenly found himself shouting back at his crying husband harshly, turning around sharply and staring into Kibum’s eyes coldly for the first time in his entire life.
“Why? Stay with you? Why should I!? Tell me the truth, Kibum, why the hell should I stay with you!?” He shouted coldly, yelling at Kibum when he never once thought he would ever do it in his life.
Kibum swallowed hard as he stared up at Minho with desperate eyes, shaking a little with guilt and fear, as he slowly slid down to his knees, still holding onto Minho’s hand tightly in his own, eyes never leaving the other man’s cold gaze once.
“St-stay with me, Minho-yah...I-I didn’t mean...I want you, Minho-yah. I want you with me forever...I-I want my husband--I want the one I love...M-Minho-yah, please...” He cried quietly, in some sort of terrorized trance, trying so desperately to get every word out. “P-please...”
However, at this, Minho only tensed and glared more harshly down at the trembling smaller man, clenching his fist tightly as Kibum clung onto his arm in attempts to keep his emotions in check.
“You want me? You want me to be your husband? You want to be my husband, Kibum? No. No you don’t. You don’t want to be the kind of husband I thought you’d be. You want me, yes, but not as your husband the way I view husbands as. You want me to continue doing what I’ve done for all the years we’ve been together. You want me to do whatever the hell you want me to do for you, you want someone to spoil and deal with all of your stupid little acts and selfishness. You want someone to cater to your every whim like I have been for the last four years, Kibum. You don’t want me, you want me to do everything for you so you don’t have to lift a finger anymore.” Minho found himself growling harshly, saying words he hadn’t even allowed himself to think before. Saying those secret fears he had felt before, that Kibum was only with him so he had a free slave to do what he wanted.
Kibum’s eyes tripled in their size as he looked up at Minho quickly, tears flowing down his cheeks quickly, his heart too broken and throat too dry to try to find words to beg with.
Minho sucked in a tight breath as he looked at the cold tears slipping down from what was once Kibum’s precious face, and his heart ached with guilt for a whole second before he heard a soft noise from the bedroom as his eyes met with a half-dressed, hung-over looking Jonghyun, and all the pain of being betrayed pushed into his chest again.
“I won’t, Kibum. I won’t do this anymore. I won’t give you everything you want...I won’t.” He found himself whispering as he glanced away from Jonghyun’s confused but guilty eyes, and glared down at Kibum, who was now hanging onto his leg desperately.
“...Good.....goodbye, Kibum.” Minho found himself whispering hoarsely, before quickly moving his leg to rip it from Kibum’s clinging grasp, causing for the smaller man to cry out desperately, and reach forwards quickly, trying to reach his leaving husband one last time.
“MINHO-YAH! DON’T LEAVE ME! I LOVE YOU!” Kibum screamed desperately in one last desperate attempt to stop him. Stop him from leaving forever. Stop himself from losing the one thing that was ever good in his life. The one thing he would love and miss forever.
Minho paused in the doorway for a long moment as he heard his husband’s desperate callings, but as his head spun with the unbelievable amounts of hurt and betrayal he had felt due to the beautiful man behind him, cold harsh tears slipped down from his eyes finally, as he shut the door behind him.
Couple: MinKey/Broken!MinKey, cheating/bff!JongKey, side!JongYu, MinhoxYuri (blegh...)
Genre: AU, Romance, Angst
Rated: PG13
Summary: Cheating on his husband with his best friend was only the second biggest mistake in Kim Kibum's life. Marrying Minho was the absolute biggest mistake of Kibum’s life. Not because he didn’t love him, not because Minho did not satisfy him, not because his life wasn’t constantly being made perfect by the other man--but because marrying him and promising to love him and solely him is what caused for Minho’s heart to break in the first place. Now he questions if he's even worthy for a second chance.
Prompt by Patzmelody01 (I love this prompt, I hope I didn’t ruin it)
A/N: For Patzmelody01 because I tortured her so much with Remember Me!?!, haha. I hope you like it, and it makes you happy, not only hate me even more. xP
Day 1, Day 2, Day 3,
There was once a time where Kim Kibum was a selfish, spoiled, and self-centered man. There was once a time where he did absolutely nothing, and yet got absolutely everything. There was once a time where he expected to get whatever he wanted whenever he wanted it, and automatically expected everyone to bend over backwards for him. This was a result of being the only son in a wealthy family with doting parents who were willing to do anything for him. As well, it was the only fault of his always giving husband.
If there was ever a sin in this world that the selfless Choi Minho was ever guilty of, it was loving Kibum too much. He’d do anything for Kibum, no matter how ridiculous. Anything Kibum asked him for would be his instantly, whether it be clothes, cars, computers, electronics, cellphones, food, the most expensive wedding ring, or even a fancy house. Kibum would ask for anything that crossed his mind, and the saddest part was that Minho would, without question, immediately get it for him. The way that Minho treated him as if he was some sort of royalty would make even a man nurturing a pregnant wife shake his head in disbelief. Minho would even carry him around when he was too tired or lazy to walk himself.
Kibum didn’t have a job, but he spent more money in two months than Minho would in an entire year. He was willing to clean the house and cook dinner, but only if Minho gave him the money to buy the exact ingredients he wanted, and believe me, that meant they were the best quality. He was loud, a party animal, and drank too much, but Minho somehow found it endearing. His moods would switch from north to south faster than a compass could detect, and yet Minho nurtured and gave into them immediately, regardless. He was selfish and arrogant, and yet something about him had Minho worshipping the ground he walked upon.
There was one thing that Kibum did however, that Minho hated. One thing he did, but no matter how much Minho secretly hated it, he never asked him to stop. He would go clubbing. Go out to night clubs every first friday night of the month, no matter how much Minho secretly begged him to say at home (he would never ask him more than once, because ‘his baby’s happiness was his own’, and ‘he had no right to tell him what he could and could not do’). He had a large group of friends that would go with him, dance with him, party with him, and drink with him, and even though Minho would silently wait for him patiently at home every time, he always seemed to be able to forget about his husband kindly waiting for him, and dance close against his other guy friends, staring at them seductively and even grinding against them. Minho was his husband, but those fridays nights were just for him.
One of Kibum’s friends had been close with him since high school days, and even befriended Minho after their wedding. He was a club friend, but also a family friend, as he and Kibum had attended all of high school with each other. He was even a friend of Minho’s family as his older sister had dated Minho’s brother a few years back.
His name was Jonghyun. Kim Jonghyun, a singer and performer at a nightclub, as well as Kibum’s best friend. He was a short, attractive, stylish, hot-head who loved clubbing and partying almost even more than Kibum did, and things never seemed to be quiet when he and Kibum were together. They were always either partying, laughing, or yelling at each other. Even despite the shared friendship with Minho, the younger of the two couldn’t help but wonder about Jonghyun’s relationship with his husband. Jonghyun had admitted to dating Kibum briefly in their high school years, but had assured him that they were only friends then, after they had gotten married. However, the way that Kibum would hang all over the older man and laugh together with him when they were drunk made Minho secretly become jealous, even though he respected and trusted his husband with everything he was. Kibum was his husband after all, and what was a relationship without trust?
However, despite everything that Kibum did wrong, he was not a bad person. Minho would spend his entire life testifying to that if he needed to. Despite his ego being larger than all of Russia, and the way he expected the world to revolve around him, he was a truly honest, passionate, and caring person under it all. There was a reason why Minho was so in love. A reason he would look past everything bad that Kibum did, and why he would spoil him as if he was the most precious creature in the world. To Minho, he was the most precious creature in the world.
When they had met and were dating, even when he wanted to be during the first few months of their marriage, Kibum was kind and considerate. He would stay at home and patiently wait for Minho to come home to their small apartment after work, having made him his favorite dinner and even massage his shoulders if he was too stressed. Despite his ego and seemingly cold image, Minho was the one and only person who knew the truth. The real side to his heart.
Kim Kibum was once a weak, scared, unconfident and self-loathing boy. He was secretly paranoid and worried about everything and everyone. He judged himself much harsher than any critic ever would, and told himself he was nothing. He felt as if he didn’t force himself to keep “improving” himself by becoming everything everyone else wanted him to be, he would never be good enough for anyone.
Minho was the first and only person Kibum had ever revealed this to, over two years after dating each other faithfully. Minho was the first person he ever trusted enough to tell the truth. The truth about how everyone rejected him as a child because he acted differently than the other little boys, and liked playing princess more than kickball. How his parents were always both so busy with their jobs that they shipped him off to Daegu with his grandmother, and he had been so sure that it was because he wasn’t a good enough son for them. How in high school, the others criticized and bullied him, and how he never fit in because he wasn’t good enough for them.
There was once a time where Kibum was a lonely man. He secretly longed for something solid and real and for someone he wasn’t worried about judging him. He secretly was innocent and dorky, timid and unconfident under his acts, and Minho saw it in him. He wanted him to be able to feel truly loved and admired, and to gain real confidence in himself instead of the act he put on in front of everyone else. And Kibum saw this too. He saw that Minho loved him for the real him, and knew he never had to worry about having to put on a act for him, and for that, he was truly grateful. Truly and honestly grateful and could only find a way to pay him back with love. Loved him so honestly and truthfully under it all. Maybe that was why Minho loved him so much even when he tried to convince everyone he was a narcissistic diva. Maybe that was why he spoiled him so much.
Through their entire marriage, Minho served Kibum faithfully, asking for nothing more from Kibum than his love and trust. Kibum was still just like the amazing angel that Minho had always watched from the back of their college class’ classroom, loving secretly and honestly from afar, too afraid to admit the truth to, way above his league and popular for the quiet boy to ask out. Still the secretly shy Kim Kibum who only opened up to him. Kibum was still the beautiful Almighty Key with everyone’s hearts on a string, and yet, somehow, he had somehow managed to agree to give Minho his heartstrings too in a thing called marriage. Somehow Minho had been blessed with the hand of the most amazing person in the entire world, and he wanted nothing, absolutely nothing more than what he had right then. He was already the happiest man in the world spoiling the most amazing man who had ever lived.
Never once, during their entire marriage had Minho ever asked for anything from Kibum other than his love. Never had he ever asked for him to do anything he didn’t want to do, not even imaging asking him to give anything for him. Never even once--expect for that night. Never once except for the night where everything Minho had worked for in their marriage had suddenly fallen apart.
~*~
Kibum groaned quietly and made an exaggerated motion as he pulled his bottle of strawberry-vodka from his mouth again and shook his head disbelievingly.
“I can’t believe it. I absolutely just can’t believe Minho, thinking that he can leave me alone for a whole week just like that. Who does he think he is, making me wait for him? Almighty Key waits for no one!” He exclaimed loudly finally, tired of drinking and trying to cover up the fact that being left at home alone for an entire week by Minho scared him so much because he secretly began to wonder if he was good enough to satisfy him as his husband.
“If he thinks just because we’re married for two years that I’m wrapped around his finger and will just patiently wait at home for him to be done playing around with his buddies, he’s mistaken! He’s so mistaken!” He added, taking another large swig from his bottle.
Jonghyun laughed quietly and fondly at his exaggerating friend before setting down his beer bottle on the coffee table and looked back at him, shaking his head slowly.
“He left for six days to take care of his friend, whose dad just died. You call that playing around with his buddies?” He asked amusedly, watching the younger man’s selfish act fondly. He knew Kibum too well.
Kibum groaned and threw one of the couch pillows at Jonghyun’s face as he heard his friend’s comment, before going back to taking another large swig from his alcohol bottle.
“It doesn’t matter what he’s doing! The point is, he suddenly takes off of work, drops everything on me and expects me to wait at home for him for the entire time while he’s off out of town with his buddies! He expects me--me, Almighty Key, to do everything and and wait for him like his freaking pet dog the entire time! He expects me to do everything he’s supposed to do--I had to unclog the freaking toilet last night because he wasn’t here! He’s the one who’s supposed to do that kind of thing! Besides, I spent all this week’s clothes money, and he didn’t even give me any for while he’s away! Do you know what it’s like to go to the mall without any money!? It’s terrible!!” He complained quickly, flailing his arms around with annoyance.
Jonghyun only sniggered at this but didn’t take his fond gaze off of the younger as he listened to him. “You spoiled little brat, Kibum. You’re really so selfish, and he’s done nothing to stop it. He’s only spoiled you rotten. I swear, you’re the most pampered bitch I’ve ever met.” He muttered dotingly, his words completely ironic to his endearing tone as he looked at the younger one with amused eyes.
Kibum smiled proudly and nodded at his best friend’s words, not at all ashamed of the names he was being called and agreeing with him as he stretched out on the expensive white-leather couch he had insisted Minho should by for him.
“Exactly, I’m his spoiled little baby, how can he expect me to suddenly have to do things for myself? It’s really not fair, Jjongie, for him to leave me all alone like this! I don’t have anyone to give me money to shop with, don’t have someone to pick me up from parties when I’m drunk, don’t have anyone to do things for me, don’t have anyone to make love to me, don’t have anyone to do anything for me! It’s so boring! I’m so bored! I’m so lonely, Hyunnie~~!” He whined unhappily, taking this time to fling himself over his best friend’s lap, whacking the older man’s muscular arms stubbornly.
Jonghyun laughed with amusement at this before sitting up a little, forgetting about his fifth nearly empty beer bottle as he wrapped his arms around the younger man’s waist and took him into his lap fully.
“Lonely? Almighty Key lonely? Don’t have anyone to make love to you?--I must say, Kibum, this is a first. Almighty Kibum with everyone’s hearts wrapped around his fingers, and he’s complaining about being lonely after just two nights away from his husband. Tch, what a domestic little wife our Almighty Player Key has become.” He retorted happily, enjoying this time to laugh at the arrogant younger man while he was down.
Kibum growled quietly at this before whacking at Jonghyun’s solid chest angrily, closing his eyes tightly and unhappily, not wanting to hear Jonghyun’s teasing anymore (and when Kibum didn’t want something to happen, that means he’ll find some way for it to be stopped).
“Shut uuuup! You have no idea, Jjongie! It’s so stupid--he’s so stupid! I don’t do this! Almighty Key gets whatever he wants, and this isn’t what I want! I don’t do this! I don’t play the obedient little wife act, I do and get whatever I want! What does he think he’s doing, leaving me at home like this!? I don’t need to wait for him--if he’s dumb enough to think that I’m not good enough for him, th-than he’s...” He started quickly, but slowed down a little as his real inconfidence began to eat away at his heart again. What if Minho actually left him? What if he really left him because he was not good enough for him? What if he just got tired of him? What if he didn’t love him in return as much as he loved him?
“I-if he’s stupid enough to think that I’m not good enough for him--than he’s nowhere near good enough for me! I don’t need him! I can do better--I can find someone better than him. I can find someone better to spoil and pamper me like I deserve. Kim Kibum doesn’t play the bitch to anyone!” He cried out quickly, as his own self-doubting began to get too much for him to be able to handle any longer, spitting words out as quickly as he could in hopes to distract himself.
Jonghyun only chuckled fondly at this before bringing the younger man closer into his lap, hands running teasingly over the other’s sides and hips as he brought their bodies closer.
“You arrogant little bastard...” He chuckled quietly into the younger man’s ear, feeding the other’s delicate ego, alcohol spinning through his head and system, his fondness and suppressed longing for the sexy other man blinding him and stunting his thoughts as his lips found a way to attach to the other man’s ear.
Kibum moaned softly as he felt the hot alcohol scented breath of the older man against his neck and the heat of the other’s tongue brushing gently against his ear. It felt wrong--it wasn’t Minho’s lips against his own, it wasn’t Minho’s hands slipping under his shirt, it wasn’t Minho’s body flush against his own, it wasn’t Minho seductively whispering his name, and it wasn’t Minho who was making him shiver with every touch like this. He didn’t know what did it, he didn’t know why he didn’t stop it. Maybe it was the alcohol, maybe it was his arrogance, maybe it was his selfish want to always be adored and spoiled, maybe it was even the self-doubting he’d never admit to, but whatever it was, it was enough. Just enough for him to sling his arms over the older’s neck, hot lips and desperate tongues slipping together in the heat of the moment.
~*~
Minho glanced down and sighed apologetically as the older man gently squeezed his shoulder.
“Just go home, Minho-yah. You miss him already, you’re not fooling anyone.” Donghae said understandingly, as he didn’t take his hand off of the younger man’s shoulder. “I’ll be alright, really. Besides, Eunhyuk is coming tomorrow morning anyway. I’ll be just fine by myself for tonight.”
Minho looked back at the older man thankfully before placing both of his hands on his shoulders and squeezing them gently in a sort of thanks. “Thank you, Hyung. I really want to be here with you, but I’m afraid that Kibum’s going to get upset with me if I leave him alone for too long. Contrary to how he acts in front of others, he really does need to be loved and supported almost all the time. I’m a bit worried about him...” He said quietly, as Donghae looked at him understandingly.
“I know, I know. To you, even your spoiled Kibum is the most perfect creature in the world. I know there must be something about him that makes you so crazy for him, whether or not I saw it when we met each other. Just go home to him and take care of him already, don’t just stay here for me anymore, huh? It makes me feel bad to keep you away from him for so long.” He said smilingly lightly, as the younger hugged him quickly in thanks.
~*~
It was early morning by the time the MRT finally reached the heart of Seoul and the sun was rising in the pale sky when Minho was finally home again. He had spent the entire night on the MRT, trying to either stay awake or doze off on the way home, but he really didn’t mind. He didn’t mind at all, when he thought about it. Because he knew that his Kibummie liked to sleep late in the morning, and he would simply smile as he thought of surprising the other man by slipping quietly into their bed and snuggling him close to him again. No matter what Kibum tried to tell everyone else, when it was just them, Kibum would finally open up and tell him how much he missed him every night he had to stay late for work. Even though he wanted nothing less than Kibum’s unhappiness enough to have to miss him while he was gone, he couldn’t help his little selfish streak of feeling so good when Kibum actually told him how much he missed him.
Minho smiled lightly to himself as he slipped into his and Kibum’s neat home that he had bought for them to live in about a year after they got married when Kibum said living in an apartment was tiring. This building wasn’t just a house he had rented like before. It was their home. Their home. He had bought it completely with the money he had made with his own work, and Kibum had designed and decorated it to match them perfectly. Just the house all together reminded him of them.
Minho sighed softly as he glanced at the coffee table in the living room and saw alcohol bottles spread out all over the room--when he saw the beer bottles placed on the coffee table. Jonghyun had been over. He could recognize that, because Kibum didn’t drink beer when there were other fancier drinks to be had (there were a few Baileys and Vodka bottles laying around too). He secretly wished Kibum didn’t drink so much when Jonghyun was over, but he couldn’t stay upset for too long. He was happy that at least Kibum had his best friend over so that he wouldn’t be alone and bored at home for the two days that Minho had left him.
Minho was just happy to know that he’d be home again. He had taken an entire week off of work to help comfort Donghae, but if he was home for five of them, perhaps he should take Kibum somewhere. Go take a vacation with only each other so he could prove how much he wanted to be with him. He could probably afford a in-country vacation in his budget, and he knew that it would probably get Kibum to forgive him easily for leaving in the first place.
Minho didn’t say anything as he stepped to the bedroom door and opened it up slowly, hoping he would have been able to sneak into the bed alongside his sleeping husband, but the moment that the door squeaked open quietly, and he glanced into the bed, he felt himself freeze completely.
Upon hearing a quiet squeak from the door, Kibum found himself waking up, even though normally such a quiet noise wouldn’t have stirred him. For some reason, he just felt he should wake. With a small yawn and a stretch of his arms, he sat up on his bed again, rather surprised to find his husband standing still in the doorway.
“Hmn? Minho-baby, what are you doing home?” He asked quietly, sitting up, causing for the blanket that had been over his chest to fall down onto his lap again, exposing a bare, hickey-covered chest.
Minho could say absolutely nothing as he continued to stand completely still where he had been left. His eyes were huge, dark and shaky, and his throat was completely dry. He stood there weak enough to where the wind could have blown him over. He was paralyzed, too scared to move, but felt a furious strike split through him as his eyes fell over the large hickeys marking his husband’s pale skin and heard a soft moan of the waking noises of the one who had made them.
Kibum felt as if his breath had been knocked out of his chest as every memory from the night prior suddenly started rushing through his head the moment his eyes fell down to his side, finding a happily sleeping and fully naked Jonghyun stretched out on his and Minho’s bed next to him. Every memory, from drinking too much, to where he desperately did everything to escape the worry that he was left for good because he wasn’t good enough to satisfy Minho anymore, to the pure desperate need to feel good enough for and wanted by someone, as his insecurities engulfed him.
“Mi-Min-Minho, let me explain!” Kibum stuttered out immediately, the moment he remembered everything he and his best friend had done the last night.
Minho only stayed still, fists slowly clenching at his sides, as he stood where he has left in the doorway, cold and glazed-over eyes looking all over the love-marks left on his husband’s skin from someone other than himself. As he looked in front of him and saw the older, tan, muscular man taking his place in his own bed, fingers lightly brushing against his husband’s exposed thigh in his sleep. It was then when something snapped, something short-circuited in his heart and all of the love and devotion he had felt for the beautiful man in front of him for over four years had finally snapped.
His entire life, since he had first met Kibum years ago, had been all about him. All about Kibum, serving, loving, spoiling, giving any and everything to the ungrateful other man, receiving only secret smiles in thanks. All his years of marriage, working so hard all of the time, pushing himself past his limits so that he could go to a nice home and love and give Kibum whatever he could possibly want. Working until his fingers were numb and bled with paper work in a well-paying job he didn’t even want, just so that Kibum could live a happy, comfortable life. Giving everything he had just for Kibum’s happiness and never asking for anything more. He had done everything, absolutely everything, and still--this was how Kibum repaid him. By sleeping around with his club buddies the first time Minho had ever left him alone for longer than a night.
“No. No need to explain, Kibum. I was just about to leave anyway.” Minho muttered numbly, not even thinking through the words he was saying, hurt and betrayal too intense, too deep for him to even cope with it.
Kibum’s eyes widened until they were as huge as Minho had ever seen them, as his husband’s numbed and cold voice sounded weakly, speaking quietly the words that Kibum had spent his entire life fearing.
“Minho-yah, wait! Don’t go! Don’t leave--Minho, wait!!” He shouted quickly, pushing himself out of the bed, and away from Jonghyun’s arms as he stumbled after his husband quickly and desperately.
Minho forced himself to swallow the harsh lump in his throat as he turned his back from the sight in the bedroom, forcing his feet to move forwards, walking away from everything he had ever wanted before in his entire life. Walking away from the very thing he had loved and worked for every day of his married life. Walking away from the thing he once thought made him the luckiest and happiest man in the world. But he was wrong. So wrong, because Kibum wasn’t the most beautiful and amazing gift that made him the happiest man on the earth.
Because something that rare and beautiful would never cause for his heart to break into numbness as it was then.
“MINHO-YAH, WAIT!” Kibum yelled loudly, as he pushed himself out of the bedroom again, catching Minho’s hand as quickly as possibly, yanking the taller man back towards him again. “Minho-yah, wait! Please! Please stop! Let me explain, don’t go! Just stay, Minho-yah. Stay. Please. Stay with me!!” The smaller man cried desperately, as he yanked on Minho’s hand pathetically.
“Why!?” Minho suddenly found himself shouting back at his crying husband harshly, turning around sharply and staring into Kibum’s eyes coldly for the first time in his entire life.
“Why? Stay with you? Why should I!? Tell me the truth, Kibum, why the hell should I stay with you!?” He shouted coldly, yelling at Kibum when he never once thought he would ever do it in his life.
Kibum swallowed hard as he stared up at Minho with desperate eyes, shaking a little with guilt and fear, as he slowly slid down to his knees, still holding onto Minho’s hand tightly in his own, eyes never leaving the other man’s cold gaze once.
“St-stay with me, Minho-yah...I-I didn’t mean...I want you, Minho-yah. I want you with me forever...I-I want my husband--I want the one I love...M-Minho-yah, please...” He cried quietly, in some sort of terrorized trance, trying so desperately to get every word out. “P-please...”
However, at this, Minho only tensed and glared more harshly down at the trembling smaller man, clenching his fist tightly as Kibum clung onto his arm in attempts to keep his emotions in check.
“You want me? You want me to be your husband? You want to be my husband, Kibum? No. No you don’t. You don’t want to be the kind of husband I thought you’d be. You want me, yes, but not as your husband the way I view husbands as. You want me to continue doing what I’ve done for all the years we’ve been together. You want me to do whatever the hell you want me to do for you, you want someone to spoil and deal with all of your stupid little acts and selfishness. You want someone to cater to your every whim like I have been for the last four years, Kibum. You don’t want me, you want me to do everything for you so you don’t have to lift a finger anymore.” Minho found himself growling harshly, saying words he hadn’t even allowed himself to think before. Saying those secret fears he had felt before, that Kibum was only with him so he had a free slave to do what he wanted.
Kibum’s eyes tripled in their size as he looked up at Minho quickly, tears flowing down his cheeks quickly, his heart too broken and throat too dry to try to find words to beg with.
Minho sucked in a tight breath as he looked at the cold tears slipping down from what was once Kibum’s precious face, and his heart ached with guilt for a whole second before he heard a soft noise from the bedroom as his eyes met with a half-dressed, hung-over looking Jonghyun, and all the pain of being betrayed pushed into his chest again.
“I won’t, Kibum. I won’t do this anymore. I won’t give you everything you want...I won’t.” He found himself whispering as he glanced away from Jonghyun’s confused but guilty eyes, and glared down at Kibum, who was now hanging onto his leg desperately.
“...Good.....goodbye, Kibum.” Minho found himself whispering hoarsely, before quickly moving his leg to rip it from Kibum’s clinging grasp, causing for the smaller man to cry out desperately, and reach forwards quickly, trying to reach his leaving husband one last time.
“MINHO-YAH! DON’T LEAVE ME! I LOVE YOU!” Kibum screamed desperately in one last desperate attempt to stop him. Stop him from leaving forever. Stop himself from losing the one thing that was ever good in his life. The one thing he would love and miss forever.
Minho paused in the doorway for a long moment as he heard his husband’s desperate callings, but as his head spun with the unbelievable amounts of hurt and betrayal he had felt due to the beautiful man behind him, cold harsh tears slipped down from his eyes finally, as he shut the door behind him.