A table for you, me and my Over-active brain
PAIRING: MINKEY
GENRE: AU
LENGTH: ONE-SHOT
RATING: G; FLUFF
A/N: Thanks for the title Tanvi!
My name is Kim Kibum and I’m currently sweating through my hands. Is it possible to sweat so much from your hands? I mean where does all of it come from? My head’s still reeling from reading that message. Oh dear god where is this elevator? I hope it isn’t crowded. I’d have to take the stairs if it is and ugh that means climbing down 7 flights of stairs. I shouldn’t have blown Jinki off for lunch. I know he’s struggling being new and all but this lunch meeting was more important. Meeting? Was it a meeting? Jinki had said it was a date? But what does jinki know? He hasn’t gone on a date since college. But why now? Why now out of all the time did my high school crush want to meet me for lunch?
“Are you getting on?” a voice drifted from the elevator triggering Kibum to snap out of his inner monologue. Smiling apologetically he walked in and stood at an awkward distance from the person.
Well at least there’s only two of us. Will he think I’m weird if I turn around and straighten my tie and check my hair? I really want to check my hair. Jinki had said it was okay but the man has zero sense when it comes to fashion. Oh right Jinki is my best friend by the way and we both work as Marketing Executives at a lifestyle brand. I’m just going to check my hair. Who cared what he thinks. Oh no! I shouldn’t have worn this tie. It’s my lazy tie. It’s what I wear when I don’t feel like paying attention to clothes. Ugh why Kibum why? Ignore your mothers advice and this is what happens. Why did Choi Minho want to meet me today out of all days? That’s his name btdubs. Choi Minho. All round student and athlete. He was the ideal student. Class president, football captain, and head of debate club yada yada yada. There was no way our worlds collided. I wasn’t a nobody exactly but I had my own set of friends and my interests were completely different. The only time we spent together was when our school hosted the local carnival and I was in-charge of the content and marketing aspect and Minho was over-seeing all departments. I don’t know how it happened but we began to hang out a lot more than expected and I slowly started to develop feelings for him. I made the mistake of telling him how I felt only to be rejected right in the dead centre of the school carnival. I accepted it and moved on even though it was hard. The good thing was Minho never made it awkward for me. Even when we went away to different universities, we kept in slight contact, occasionally updating each other about our lives. I was just thrown aback that he wanted to meet for lunch. He had shifted back to town and the only person he thought of was me. Can you imagine that? me? I hadn’t seen him since graduation so forgive me if I'm a little nervous.
“Table for two sir?” Kibum hadn’t realised that he had reached the restaurant while being so pre-occupied in his thoughts. He was a little early. Taking a booth in the farthest corner, he sipped on his ice tea waiting.
Oh god he looks so good. Why does he look so good? He cut his hair though. I liked the long locks. They accentuated his small head nicely. He’s gotten funnier. And he talks more freely now than before. Why is my heart beating at this pace and why the fuck are my cheeks feeing so hot? Does the restaurant not believe in A/C or am I the only one feeling the heat. I thought I was over him but why are these feelings resurfacing oh good god. Was I never over him? Had I put myself through denial making myself believe that I was when I really wasn’t? My hands are sweating again. Why does this happen to me? He’s asking me something
“You look good. Have you been working out?” Minho probed, a twinkle in his eyes.
Why are his eyes twinkling? STOP TWINKLING
“Me? Working out? You know better than that Minho. The only working out I do is the flexing of my fingers over my laptop” Kibum said making Minho break out into giggles
FLEXING OF MY FINGERS? WHAT ARE YOU SAYING? He looks so cute giggling. His eyes still crinkle and he still laughs in that whole-hearted manner. I should stop staring at him so much.
Taking a bite off his sandwich, Kibum asked “So what are you doing nowdays? Back in town for business?”
“Nope. I’ve moved back for good. I’ve quit my job. As much as I loved my job at Advertising, it sucked the life out of me. I’ve saved up quite a bit so I bought a place in town. Planning to convert into a café with a small library attached.”
He’s finally doing what he wanted! He always did walk around with a book in his bag. He always said food and books were the true loves of his life and he wanted to open a café where people could just sit back, read and let the words take them to another place. I missed what he said again. Damn I have got to pay attention to what he says more often.
Minho waved his hand in front of Kibum’s face. “Are you okay? You seem a little out of it. I was asking if you’re still at your old company”
“Yep. You’re looking at their new Marketing Head boring boring boring. Tell me more about this library café! What are you planning on calling it? When will it open?”
I just wanted to hear his voice. His eyes were turning a shade lighter like it always did when he spoke about something passionate. And oh there came the theatrical hand gestures and the jumping in the seat. Why do you have to be so cute Choi Minho? Oh god he’s smiling now. That big toothy grin he gives when he feels genuinely happy. All I want to do is reach over the table and give him a kiss. WAIT WHAT KIBUM STOP. OH GOD NOW ALL I CAN THINK ABOUT ARE HIS LIPS, HIS BEAUTIFUL SOFT PINK LIPS AND HOW THEY’D FEEL ON MINE. OMG SOMEONE STOP ME I AM LIKE A TRAIN WITH NO BRAKES. WAIT HE’S ASKING ME SOMETHING AGAIN. OKAY DEEP BREATHES KIBUM DEEP BREATHES. YOU GOT THIS.
Minho had insisted he pay for the bill and walk Kibum back to work. They walked in silence, enjoying the company, their hands slightly brushing.
He didn’t have to walk me back. But I like it. I really like it. Oh GOD our hands our brushing against each other. OH DEAR GOD. OH GOD. I say god a lot. I just really want to reach out for his hand. I bet his hands feel hard like a worn out baseball glove but still have this softness and warmth like a hot marshmallow. I bet he melts marshmallows for this boyfriend. I’d like to be his boyfriend. I’d like to snuggle up next to him and wake up to his kisses. I’m sure he kisses like a French man. And now I’m thinking about those lips again. Why am I so horny?! Minho must have a lot of sex. Good sex. I mean look at him! WHAT THE FUCK KIBUM STOP IMAGINGING MINHO NAKED. BEADS OF SWAT ROLLING OVER THOSE SCULPTED ABS AS HE ENTERS YOU. STOP STOP BEFORE YOU MAKE THIS HORRIBLY UNCOMFORTABLE FOR THE BOTH OF YOU. We’re stopping. Why are we stopping?
“Well this is you. I will see you again soon right?” Minho asked hopeful.
Why does this have to end? I don’t want to go back to work.. Wait-
A pair of lips finally put an end to the train of thought.
Can anyone else hear fireworks? I sure can see and hear them. I WAS RIGHT HIS LIPS ARE SOFT AND HE DOES KISS LIKE A FRENCH MAN. Is the earth crumbling or are my knees just giving way. He’s pulling away why is he pulling away? No! Stop. Jeely feels legs cannot to the stairs walk
“I think we should stop, no? People are staring. I’ll call you tonight Kibum-ah” Minho winked, walking away leaving a very giddy Kibum who was still trying to wrap his head around the whole situation and form coherent sentences in his head.