(shinee; fanfic) dirty little secret
Minho/Kibum | R
”Say, Kibum, do you want to be my boyfriend?”
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“I want a divorce”
Minho looks up from his phone and stares at his wife in the eye. “What?”
“You heard me.” She says, tears pooling around her eyes. “I can’t do this anymore.”
It’s been three months since the incident, he wants to argue but one look of his wife’s stern face and he goes silent.
“Right.” He says as he starts to dial his manager’s number.
-
Super model Choi Minho and Actress Kwon Yuri rumoured to have filed for divorce.
“Their relationship had been rocky for the past couple of months,” says a close friend. “This was expected.”
Kim Jonghyun gives the headlines a passing glance on his phone as he walks towards Kibum’s house. He pulls out a key - the spare key to Kibum’s house and unlocks the front door and is unpleasantly welcomed by the stench of alcohol and stale weed. Jonghyun curses under his breath and walks into the house. “Damn you, Kim Kibum.” Jonghyun mutters. There are empty bottles of alcohol and pizza boxes everywhere around the house. Jonghyun manages to make it to Kibum’s bedroom without throwing up, given the state of the house and the how it smelt like something died in it.
And Jonghyun can only pray that’s it’s not Kibum who’s dead.
Jonghyun pushes the bedroom door and finds Kibum sitting on the floor at the foot of his bed, head thrown back and drooling on his sheets.
“Fuck.” Jonghyun curses loudly and rushes to help him. “Fuck, Kibum. Wake the fuck up. Jesus Christ!”
Kibum wakes up with a grunt, chokes on his saliva and looks at Jonghyun with blood shot eyes; “Hey, Jonghyun." He smiles wearily. Jonghyun winces at the stench of Kibum’s breath and shakes his friend by the shoulders; “What the fuck is wrong with you? You’re acting like a crack whore. Can you please clean yourself up?”
Kibum looks around his room, disoriented and lost. And he looks back up at Jonghyun; “Fuck,” Kibum whispers, holding his head. “Fuck, I need a drink.”
“Kibum,” Jonghyun holds Kibum back. “It’s ten in the morning, you don’t need a drink, and you need to clean up. When was the last time you cleaned the place? Do you have washed clothes? God, you stink! What have you been doing?!”
“Too many questions.” Kibum mumbles and sort of climbs up his bed and tries to curl under the blanket but Jonghyun won’t have any of it. He strips Kibum off his blanket and grabs his hand and pulls him out of bed.
“Bathroom. Now. I’m taking you to the hairdresser next and calling maid service right now.”
Kibum groans but Jonghyun’s grip tightens and the former gives in and drags his way to the bathroom;
“I hate you, Jonghyun.” He calls out, before closing the door to the bathroom.
“Right, whatever.” Jonghyun mumbles, pulls out his phone and dials Kibum’s hairdresser’s number.
“Hello, Lee Hi? Hi, this is Kim Jonghyun here. Key’s manager? Yeah that’s right. I was wondering if you were free for an appointment - what’s that? Yeah, he needs a lot of work done.”
-
His manager is fuming and Minho finds it oddly disturbing that he wants to laugh at her face. He bites his tongue to refrain from doing so.
“You know, I am totally disappointed in you.” She snaps, hands on her hips, one foot tapping and heavy breathing. She’s good.
“It’s one thing to leave your amazing modelling career to pursue a married life but, Choi Minho, it is a whole another thing to divorce this said married life because your wife - “
“Ex-wife” Minho adds lamely.
She gives him a stink eyes for a split second.
“Because your ex-wife catches you fucking another man on her bed.”
Minho wants to cringe at how raw and cheap it sounds; he had preferred to call it, making love or, you know, doing it.
Minho watches her run a hand through her hair as slumps down on to a seat in front of him; he feels sorry for her, he does. He’s down and falling and he’s pulling her along with him, she doesn’t deserve him. He stares at that tiled floor of the green room they are at; he’s up for press conference in another thirty minutes and he’s sitting here being reprimanded by his manager.
“Hey, at least you know you’re safe around me.” Minho tries to joke as he looks at her. Seriously, why is he even trying?
“I always knew you were gay.” She says, standing up and straightening her suit.
“What?” He looks at her, eyes wide. “What?!”
“Yeah.” She looks at him like it’s the most obvious answer in the world. “Minho, have you seen
yourself? You’re pretty damn gay.”
“I - no, I am not.” Minho replied, indignantly.
“Oh please, you check out more men than the entire of kpop industry’s girl bands put together.” She says, withholding a yawn. She looks at her watch; ten more minutes. “Shame, though.” She says, looking at her employer. “You could have broken a lot of women’s hearts but you prefer it up the ass.”
Minho’s about to protest, because hey, Choi Minho does not bottom when one of the assistant directors’ walks into the room, a clipboard in his hand and a headset; “Boa-sshi,” He calls out to Minho’s manager. “Minho- sshi is up in five minutes.”
“I am aware, thank you.” Boa nods and turns to Minho. “Well,” She says, clasping her hands together and forcing a smile. “Shall we?”
“Listen, Kwon,” Minho stands up and holds Boa by her elbow. “I don’t think - I am not sure if - I don’t want to -“ He struggles with his words and Boa smiles at him, her first genuine smile of the day. “You’re not ready to come out yet?” She offers.
Minho nods hesitantly; “It’s not that - I’m embarrassed or anything, I am just not ready.”
Boa pats him on his back; “C’mon, big boy, let’s go. We have a press conference to face.”
-
The press conference doesn’t go as bad as Minho would have thought it would; there general questions, of course: why did he do it? Why did Kwon Yuri - one of the most well paid, recognized actresses in the industry want a divorce only after three months of finding out that Minho was cheating on her? Who was the other girl? What were his plans now? What was he going to do?
“Right, sir. I completely understand.” Boa gets off the phone and looks at Minho and heaves a sigh.
“Man, I hate you celebrities.” She says and sits down and slides her phone on the table. Minho feels really sorry for her; it’s been what, three days and she looks like she’s aged five years.
“Noona.” Minho calls out to her apologetically and she narrows her eyes at him; “No.” She snaps.
“No, you are not pulling the noona card on me. We promised each other we are strictly professional. You are going to be my employer and I am your manager. Call me Noona and I will know you are ready to quit everything. Are we clear, Choi?”
Minho sighs, slumps back on to the chair and nods; “Yes, Kwon. Clear as a crystal.”
“Now get your perky butt of the chair, we need to go places for damage control.”
-
“What is the matter with you?” Jonghyun asks, staring at Kibum across the table.
“I don’t know.” Kibum says, nearly swallowing his breakfast and making eye contact with Jonghyun.
“Can I order more of whatever this is? It’s fucking delicious.” Kibum uses the tissue to wipe his lips an looks around for the waiter at the restaurant they are at.
“It’s scrambled eggs.” Jonghyun makes a face. “You hate eggs.”
“Yeah, well,” Kibum shrugs. “That was some good weed I had.”
“Can you keep your voice down?” Jonghyun hisses, leaning across the table and grabbing Kibum’s hand. “You are known around. We don’t want a rumour going on about you using substance.”
“Weed,” Kibum replies, taking his hand back. “Is not any substance, it’s a way of life. Thank you very much.”
A waiter comes along; Kibum places an order for another plate of scrambled egg with some strong coffee this time. Jonghyun watches him from across the table, sips on water and he’s pretty sure Kibum’s a lost cause but Kibum reaches into his bag and pulls out a disc and slides it across.
“I wrote, composed and recorded over the last week.”
And the day seems like it just got brighter.
-
“A what”
Boa rolls her eyes at Minho; “Are you deaf, Choi?”
“No but you want me to star in some pop music video?”
“That’s right.”
“But-that’s…”
“Have you heard of Key?”
“That eccentric hippie singer?”
“That’s one way to put it, I guess. Word is going around that he might be coming up with a new song and there is going to be a video.”
“Yeah but his previous albums were major failures.” Minho retorts.
“You need all the work you can get, Choi.” Boa puts it bluntly.
Minho wants to protest, he wants to say no and storm out, and he can’t do this. He just got out of a failed marriage, he needs to go out, have a few drinks, get laid with different men and maybe fall in love for real this time.
“Fine.” Is what he says and Boa smiles at him understandingly.
“You knew what you were getting into, Choi.”
He nods his head. He did, he really did; but he thought he was going to have it easier.
Fuck his life.
-
“No.”
Jonghyun wants to slap Kibum across his face. Multiple times.
“What do you mean no?”
“I don’t want some mainstream hot meat in my video.” Kibum says, sipping on his cup of tea.
“Kibum. Kim Kibum, I am trying to help save you from a failing career so help me in helping you
before I strangle you.”
“Kinky, real kinky, Jonghyun. But no thank you, I will find my actors- ”
“And, rumour has it that he might be gay and available.”
“He does not seem so bad, keep talking.”
-
Kibum’s company’s producer listens to the song, approves of it - there is something sad and angsty about it and it fits perfectly with Kibum’s personality and his look, in general. They have to re-record the song and add a few sound effects; the company hesitates about agreeing to this deal with having Choi Minho to star in the video but then again, it’s not like Kibum has been their winning star at anything so they decide to give this a try; Minho’s good looking enough.
“Recording and editing will take about a week,” Jonghyun says, handing Kibum a glass of warm water. “We’ll start shooting right after; Minho’s company has agreed too.”
“Brilliant.” Kibum says, swirls around in his chair and sips on water. Jonghyun sits on the couch nearby, fiddling with his phone worriedly.
“You think I can get this one to sleep with me?”
Jonghyun throws his phone at Kibum’s head. He could always buy a new phone.
-
The first time Minho and Kibum meet is not at the shooting site, or in a meeting room, or at café with their managers; no, they meet at a gay club.
Kibum’s dressed in a shirt three sizes larger than his usual, tight sliver shiny metallic jeans (that, Minho swears, bounces light off) and he’s threads through the crowd holding a glass of scotch in one hand and an unlit cigarette in the other.
He passes by Minho, singing loudly and crassly to some song that’s throbbing through the speakers; Minho wants to call out to him but he’s already passed and this is the first time Minho’s at a gay club so he’s basically pissing his pants.
Minho makes it to the counter somehow and finds an empty seat somewhere away from the music and the crowd and he decides, tonight he will sit and stare at the gorgeous men who come, stay and go. Gorgeous men like Kim Kibum.
“What can I get you, sweetheart?”
Minho looks at the bartender; a woman. How odd. “First time I’m meeting a woman bartender."
She shrugs, pulls out a rag and starts to wipe the granite counter. “Bartender at a gay club - safest work place for a woman, if you ask me.” She chuckles and looks at Minho carefully. “Hey, you’re that super model kid, Choi Minho right?”
Minho stiffens and puts his guard up; he is not ready to come out to the public yet; not like this, not to a bartender in a gay club. “I - “He struggles.
“Ah, don’t worry.” She waves it off. “Tons of well recognized celebrities come here, don’t you for a minute think you’re alone.”
“Thanks.” Minho mumbles. “Choi Minho, by the way.” He says and offers her a friendly hand which she shakes enthusiastically. “Chaerin. Lee Chaerin.”
“Pleasure to meet you.” Minho grins, he feels a lot loosened now; like a burden had been lifted off his shoulders. “Now how do I need to screw to get a decent drink?”
“Me.” comes an answer and Minho turns to Kibum standing with his empty glass, a fox like smile playing on his lips and there is this unmistakable drunken blush on his high cheek bones.
“Key!” Chaerin smiles, taking his empty glass from him. “Another round, I am assuming. Oh, have you met Choi Minho here?”
“No,” Kibum replies, his feline eyes fixed on Minho. “I am about to. Kibum,” He introduces himself with an outstretched hand. “Kim Kibum. We’re going to work together next week on, am I right?”
“Choi Minho.” Minho says, shakes Kibum’s hands and feels tingles run up his spine. “And yes, next week on.”
“Glad we met before, I feel like I know you a little better already.”
And the way Kibum’s teeth runs across his lower lip, Minho has to make an effort to make sure he does not let out a moan. “I am going to be on the dance floor if you need me, Mr Choi.” Kibum’s eyes sparkle with something; something Minho quite can’t put a finger on.
“Thank you, CL darling.” Kibum looks at Chaerin and picks up his refilled drink. “See you in a bit.” He says, looking at Minho and raising his eyebrows as though on invitation.
Chaerin lets out a wolf whistle; “Oh man, looks like a certain someone is hitting on a certain someone else.”
Minho rolls his eyes at Chaerin; “I’d like a beer, please.”
“Coming right up, gorgeous.”
As the night progresses, hard as Minho tries, he cannot spot Kibum anywhere. He downs a couple of beers himself till he’s feeling a little giddy and happy high. “Damn, I am feeling good about tonight.” Minho tells Chaerin as she gives him another bottle of beer. “Hon, are you sure you can handle this? Do you want me to call someone? Your friend? Or your manager?”
“My manager? Aw, no. She needs to rest; poor thing is on her toes because of me all the time. I am going to take care of myself tonight.”
“If you say so.” Chaerin shrugs and watches Minho down his seventh (or maybe eighth) beer bottle for the night. Minho puts down the bottle, burps loudly and laughs his guts out. Chaerin stares with wide eyes and she’s about to pass a comment when Minho walks away from the bar saying something along the lines of wanting to dance till he drops.
Chaerin fears for him.
Minho makes his way through the dancing crowd, someone gropes his ass and Minho smiles; he hasn’t felt this good since - he has not felt this good at all. He finds a cute boy dancing to the beats of the music, his body moves with a fluidity Minho has never seen; he’s sort of entranced by the way this kid moves - the way he pops and the way he thrusts; Minho partly wonders if, whether or not this kid is old enough to be at a place like this. He’s about to step forward and catch the boy’s attention but Kibum appears in front of him out of the blue.
“Like what you see?” Kibum asks, discretely pointing at the boy.
“Yes.” Minho sighs, gaze not leaving the said boy.
“I can do better.” Kibum leans in and whispers and Minho is all of a sudden aware of how close he is standing to Kibum, how close their bodies and how Kibum is basically just grinding against him and Minho would be lying if he said it did not feel good because it was mind blowing.
“Fuck.” Minho whispers, eyeing how Kibum’s shirt is sliding off his shoulders and Kibum’s skin is pale and deadly and Minho wants to touch and it lick it and - “fuck” Minho groans, feeling his pants tighten.
“Come on.” Kibum takes Minho’s hand in his and manoeuvres them out of the club; Minho’s sight is blurred and hazy; the only thing he can make out is that Kibum has a tight grip around his hand and he is leading the way to somewhere. Minho doesn’t know what is he’s doing, doesn’t understand - but mostly importantly, he doesn’t care. Kibum leads them out through a door to the basement of the club and Minho’s able to breathe again; the air isn’t really fresh but it’s a world of an improvement from the air inside. Kibum’s smiling, waving and greeting people and Minho’s sure he’s supposed to do the same because from he’s from, he’s recognised; he’s a public figure.
But fuck that.
Minho’s back meets a wall with a soft thud and he has Kibum’s lips all over him and holy fuck, Kibum’s a good kisser. Screw work ethics and crossing boundaries and sticking to rules, Minho’s happy to kiss Kibum day in and night out. Minho moans loudly when he feels Kibum sucking on his tongue and there are fireworks, fucking fireworks in his head.
“You like that?” Kibum whispers, biting down on Minho’s bottom lip and tugging it. “You like that, huh big boy.” Minho dips in for another mind blowing kiss, puts his hands on Kibum’s butt and pushes him closer.
“Shut the fuck up.” Minho mumbles, squeezing Kibum’s ass and earning a squeak. “And kiss me.”
“Okay, you need to fuck me.” Kibum pulls away from Minho and withdraws his car keys. Minho is a little too dazed and out of his wits. “You’re not going to drive are you?” He asks, he’s okay with screwing work ethics but he’s not okay with driving under the influence.
“Of course not.” Kibum frowns. “That’s such a stupid way to die.”
Kibum’s car is about two rows away and Minho’s way too horny and drunk to wait for Kibum to figure out how to unlock his car doors. He pins Kibum to the car and kisses him again and rolls his hips against Kibum’s and the smaller man groans loud enough for it echo throughout the empty parking lot. “Fuck. Fuck you, you need to wait.” He slightly pushes Minho away, gets the door to unlock.
“Fuck! Come on in.” He crawls on to the back seat and pulls Minho on top of him. “Okay where were we?”
“Nice car.” Minho adds but Kibum’s already unbuckling Minho’s belt and Kibum’s hands are so cold wound up around his cock that Minho can’t help but fall into the crook of Kibum’s neck.
Boa’s going to kill him.
-
“Minho! What the fuck?!”
Boa’s high pitched voice startles Minho and he wakes up with a jolt; he’s in his room, sleeping on his
bed, naked under his sheets and there is Kibum lightly snoring next to him.
“Um,” Minho begins to try but Boa just shakes her head. “You have twenty minutes to get dressed and get the fuck out of this apartment, we need to go to your lawyer’s and finalize the amount of money your wife- “
“Ex-wife”
“I will kill you.” Boa says, without missing a beat. “We need to pay that woman a butt load to keep her mouth shut and we need to keep paying her every month. So get your sore ass off the fucking bed and get a move on.”
“Right okay.” Minho mumbles and runs a hand through his hair.
“Well, what are you waiting for? Get up!”
“You need to - uh, leave the room. “ Minho says. “I am kind of naked under the sheets.”
Boa rolls her eyes and leaves in a huff; “You have five minutes to get ready, Choi.” She yells from the living room.
Minho looks around searching for his boxer, spots them on the edge of the bed and tried to lean forward with minimum movement not wanting to wake Kibum up.
“God, does she always scream like that?” Kibum asks, Minho squeaks in surprise and falls off the bed. Kibum looks over at Minho and raises an eyebrow and smiles at the latter’s bare body; “Well good morning to you too, Mr Choi Minho.”
Minho groans and slips on his boxers and stands up; “How did we end up at my place?” Minho asks; “Last I remember we were in your car and -" Memories come gushing back to Minho and he turns into an adorable shade of pink. He remembers Kibum under him, whimpering, whispering dirty things, asking for more and he remembers the both of them dressing up, flagging a cab down and coming back to Minho’s apartment for more and more and more till Minho forgot his name.
“Right, anyway, I am going to have to rush out now.” Minho says, dressing up and spraying himself with deodorant. “You can leave. Have breakfast and leave that is. Or you can totally stay. If you want. Or whatever.”
Kibum smiles lazily at Minho and rolls on his bed; “How about I send you message and tell you what I’ve decided?”
“Yeah. That’ll do.” Minho says, eyeing Kibum’s bare upper torso carefully. “Uh- “
“Do you want a goodbye kiss, Mr Choi?” Kibum asks, resting his head against the plush pillows.
“Yeah - I mean no, that’s fine. I have to run. Kwon’s waiting for me. See you. Or not. Bye.”
Minho leaves the room in a huff and he can hear Kibum ruffling through the bed sheets and all he wants is to go back there and lie with Kibum but;
“If you are done can we, please, leave?” Boa’s waiting for him by the front door, her serious mode on and Minho knows not to mess around with her when she’s this serious.
“Jesus Christ, Minho!” Boa says, as they step into the elevator. “You guys haven’t even officially met yet and you’ll are fucking already.”
And all Minho can think of is how he didn’t even take Kibum’s number.
-
Apparently, Kibum’s already stored his number in Minho’s phone.
In the middle of his hearing his phone buzzes in his pocket and he pulls it out and it’s a message from Kibummie♥; Minho spares the name a smile, picks up his glass of water to sip on it as he checks the message and nearly chokes on water when he sees it’s a picture from the other man pouting, sitting in Minho’s tub and he can make out that the air around Kibum is steamy and the water is hot and there’s a message below the picture: I miss you. Come quick and give me company in your tub
Minho makes an unrecognizable noise and Boa nudges him in the ribs and Minho’s pulled back to reality again. The hearing, yes, his ex-wife sitting opposite him, right okay; he can do this.
The next message he gets: if you’re not going to be here, I am going to touch myself thinking about you.”
Nope, Minho can’t do this.
-
Minho returns, however, to an empty apartment in the evening. There is no sign of Kibum and Minho was hoping he would have still hung around waiting for Minho to get back - but he knows that’s asking too much. It’s only been a couple of hours since he’s officially met Kibum and he would have his own schedules to go to and places to be, people to meet and - the door buzzes, it’s Kibum, Minho’s elated like a little boy.
Minho opens the door, Kibum’s standing in front of him, in bright orange shirt and purple tights and Minho is absolute that only Kibum could pull something off like this.
“Hey.” Minho smiles at Kibum, tries to be all smooth and suave and is about make way for the smaller man to walk in but Kibum wants none of that. He pushes Minho in, kicks the door shut and kisses Minho right on the lips.
“Less talk. More fuck.” Kibum mumbles.
“Hey - wait - wha- Ki- “Minho struggles to speak in between but it seems like an impossible task because Kibum’s kissing him and kissing him and words seem to be swallowed and - there goes Minho’s belt along with Minho’s coherent thoughts.
Minho leans in, runs a hand over Kibum’s thighs and picks up the petite man and slams him against the wall; Minho tastes beer on Kibum’s tongue and he has a this faint smell of pot. Minho wants to let go, say no, ask Kibum to leave but Kibum’s doing that thing with this lips and tongue and he’s moaning into Minho’s mouth and Minho’s so close to losing it.
“Bedroom.” Kibum says into Minho’s mouth and Minho’s already headed in that direction. So much for wanting to say no; they stumble onto the mattress, holding on to each other. Minho hisses when he feels Kibum’s fingers wrapped around his cock; “Fuck Kibum!” Minho groans and nips at Kibum’s collar bones.
“Don’t leave marks.” Kibum whispers, taking Minho’s shirt off of him. “We have a photo shoot tomorrow.”
-
Minho does leave marks.
Much, much, much to Jonghyun’s dismal, there are marks all over Kibum’s neck but thankfully, they can be covered with make-up.
“What were you thinking?!” Jonghyun throws his arms in the air is exasperation. “No man, just what?”
“I wasn’t thinking.” Kibum shrugs and looks at himself in the mirror; the marks don’t look that bad.
“Who was it this time?” Jonghyun asks, pinching the bridge of his nose in frustration. But before Kibum can answer, the door to the green room opens and Boa walks in followed by Minho. The both of them nod courteously at Kibum and Jonghyun.
“Mr Choi,” Kibum smiles at Minho and Jonghyun snorts really, really loudly. “Aw hell no, Kibum!”
“What?!” Kibum looks at him wide eyed. “What? What is it?!”
“Seriously? Are you serious? Did the both of you - I mean, are you really serious right now?”
Boa scoffs and folds her arms across her chest; “You mean you didn’t know?” She asks, looking at Jonghyun.
“You mean, you knew?”
Boa clicks her tongue and takes a seat; “Well, duh. I caught them in bed together.”
Jonghyun really just wants to quit and become a farmer; he’s had with these celebrities and their way of life.
-
The photo-shoot comes out fine; the director of the music video has this not-so-brilliant idea about making it a love triangle between Kibum, Minho and this new actress who’s looking for a platform. It’s not grand video actually, the same old same old: Kibum likes the girl, girl and Minho are in love with each other, Kibum dies on the day of their wedding, girl finds out about Kibum’s undying love for her.
It’s nothing out of the box but it just might work.
“You look good.” Minho tells Kibum, as they skim through the photos together. The entire theme of the Music Video and the photo shoot is casual. This is the first time Minho’s seeing Kibum dressed in a plain white tee and blue denim jeans and he looks breath taking.
“You don’t look so bad yourself, Minho-sshi.” Kibum smiles coyly and discretely moves closer to the taller man. “I could meet you in the janitor’s closet in about five minutes if you can distract Boa- “
Minho clears his throat and steps away from Kibum; he can’t do this. He can screw work ethics, cross boundaries, have sex in a car, have sex for no reason but he cannot take risks in the open.
“I am sorry - I, uh, can’t.”
“Oh,” Kibum frowns. “You’re scared?”
“I - uh,” Minho struggles. “I am not comfortable enough.”
“Oh right. Sure.” Kibum shrugs. “It’s not like we have to; I mean, you know, it’s for fun.”
“Yeah,” Minho smiles awkwardly. “Fun.”
Kibum smiles back; “Now, where is that Jonghyun? I want my lunch!” Kibum demands, stomping away from Minho calling for Jonghyun.
Minho feels a little hallow in his chest but he tries to calm himself down because apparently, this is all just fun.
Yeah, Minho can do fun.
-
Despite Jonghyun and Boa disagreeing and threatening to burn all of his colourful clothes, Kibum drags them and Minho out to a club.
“Shooting starts tomorrow.” Jonghyun says but orders a beer despite himself.
“And you can’t come to the sets hung over.” Boa complains but Kibum rolls his eyes, sips on his drink and Kibum just rolls his eyes. “Come on, guys. We’re all so young and energetic; can’t we just break the rules a bit?”
“Kibum, please,” Jonghyun snorts. “You always break the rules.”
Minho chuckles as he sips on his beer and Kibum spares him a glare; “Okay whatever, you boring people sit here while I go and have some fun. Coming, Minho?”
Minho’s a little taken aback at the sudden invitation and hesitates to answer; “Uh, I think I am going to sit this one out.”
“Right. Sure.” Kibum says, his voice is icy cold or so Minho thinks.
The three of them of watch Kibum disappear into the dancing crowd and Jonghyun sighs as he leans back into the plush seats in the club.
“Don’t you get tired of him?” Boa asks, sympathy evident in her voice.
“Nah.” Jonghyun smiles; “He might be a little strange but he’s a nice kid. He knows when to separate work from his personal life.”
Minho clears his throat and the air gets a little awkward because Minho is Kibum’s professional life and personal life and the latter has blurred that line very conveniently.
“I mean don’t fall for him, Minho-yah.” Jonghyun says. “I’m saying this because I have watched him, he doesn’t care. He’s broken more hearts than you and I can count.”
“Yeah well,” Boa speaks up. “Minho isn’t easy at all. He’s a tough cookie himself.”
Jonghyun shrugs; “This isn’t a ‘who can break more hearts’ game, Boa-sshi. I am just telling Minho about Kibum because he deserves to know given the kind of relationship they share.”
Jonghyun stops, thinks and asks; “How the fuck did that begin anyway?”
Minho laughs and downs his beer; “You know, I wish I knew.”
Kibum comes back to where their seat and frowns when he finds only Minho nursing a glass of scotch all by himself.
“Where’s mom and dad?” Kibum asks, sitting next to Minho - not too close, not too far.
“Boa like her beauty sleep. Jonghyun left because he trusts me with you.” Minho replies, coolly and Kibum scoffs.
“Alright then.” Kibum leans back and Minho can see glistening beads of sweat rolling off Kibum’s neck and he has this urge to lick them off.
“So you want to get out?” Minho asks, leaning back himself and staring at Kibum. “My place. I’ll drive?”
Kibum smiles and contemplates for a while; “I have a better idea.”
Minho’s cocks an eyebrow at Kibum; “What is it?”
“Let’s get dinner.”
-
Minho coughs dryly as Kibum places an order at a drive thru; when Kibum said dinner, he was honestly expecting a restaurant, at least.
“That’s two hamburgers, one with extra cheese and - Minho, do you want extra cheese?”
“No.”
“Right, so one with extra cheese, two large fries oh, and gimme one of those ice creams you got. I really like them.” Kibum says, smiling at Minho.
“This is your idea of dinner?” Minho asks, as Kibum drives forward to pick up their order. Kibum hums, pops his head out of the window, smiles with all his charm at the cute boy behind the window and turns back to Minho. “Here, hold this.”
Kibum pays the guy and gases the pedal and drives; “Where are we going?” Minho asks, he’s really tired, he wants to sleep and rest because tomorrow he has a packed day and he really can’t afford a late night.
“You’ll see.” Kibum grins.
-
They’re at a small town, a good hour and half drive away from city and Kibum picks some beer and they sit on a bench at a park and eat.
“Why are we here?” Minho asks, chewing on his burger.
“For one, it’s peaceful and no one really comes to this playground because all the people here are old.” Kibum replies, with a matter of fact tone.
“How do you know that?” Minho asks.
“I grew up here. Everyone goes to bed by nine and it’s what? Half past nine now? I promise no one is going to be awake.”
“Do you do this to get away from your fans?” Minho asks, looking at Kibum from the corner of his eyes.
“Yeah totally,” Kibum rolls his eyes.
“Is that sarcasm in your tone?”
Kibum gives Minho a side glance and swallows his bite; “You don’t really have a lot of fans when you’re a homosexual freak who dresses up in odd colours.”
Minho winces at how Kibum puts; “Listen, I am sure there are people who appreciate you for you, you know?”
Kibum shrugs and takes another bite; “My first album sold two hundred copies- “ Kibum says.
“Hey! That’s not bad!”
“- one fifty of it was by mine and Jonghyun’s family. And I bought one. And Jonghyun bought one.”
“Oh.”
“Yeah, so I am pretty sure I don’t have a lot of fans to run away from. So what about you? What’s your story? You were super famous then got hitched, went away from the market and came back with a scandal? What’s all that about?”
“That’s about it.” Minho shrugs, crumpling the wrapper of the burger. “I thought I was in love with Yuri because I tried so hard to repress the fact that I - that I, um- “
“That you were gay?” Kibum offers.
“Yes, that. I always thought it would go away but it didn’t and there was this guy I met and I was instantly attracted to him and” Minho sighs loudly; “I really didn’t want to cheat on Yuri but, it sort of just happened and when she caught us, I swear I thought my life was going to crumble right there.”
“And then what happened?”
“I spoke to Yuri, told her what really was and Boa had to do a lot of convincing. In the end she said she would shut up only if I paid her every month.”
“Ah,”
“Yeah, pretty much.” Minho shrugs. “So, why’d you jump me?”
Kibum chokes on his burger and grabs for his bottle of beer for a sip. “Well that was out of the blue.”
“Yeah, I mean, I want to know.”
“Oh you know,” Kibum weakly laughs. “Have you seen yourself, you’re fucking gorgeous.”
Minho smiles and feels his cheeks warming up. “And…” Kibum continues, staring at his feet. “I, uh, I was your fan.”
It’s Minho’s turn to choke; he coughs and looks at Kibum with teary eyes. “Wh-what?”
“Yeah,” Kibum mumbles and doesn’t look up. “I - I’ve always wondered how it would to be to - uh, you know - “
“Fuck me?!” Minho asks, cringing at the thought and Kibum looks at him and rolls his eyes; “To kiss you. I’ve always wondered how it would feel to kiss you and, you know, cuddle you and shit.”
“So, why didn’t you talk to me and stuff? I mean, I’ve seen you at these fashion parties and - “
“I was too freaking nervous, man!” Kibum says, exasperatedly. “One, I was a rookie. Two, I was so fucking scared. Three, you were getting married and shit. Aw, man I was so heartbroken when you announced your wedding. Oh man, that day was sad - I was literally in bed the whole day watching all these sappy movies and eating chocolates - do you know the effect you have on people? Not cool.” Kibum rambles and Minho stares at him in wonder.
How anyone can be this strange and adorable at the same time is beyond Minho. “Do you know that summer edition you did for NII? Yeah, I hated how good you looked - I mean, what the hell?” Kibum continues to ramble and Minho’s chest feels like its exploded with the warm fuzzies and it’s such a grand feeling. He leans towards Kibum and shuts him up with a kiss. Stupid warm fuzzies.
Kibum gasps and melts into the kiss easily; “I thought you were worried about people - “ Kibum mumbles.
“You said everyone sleeps by nine.” Minho replies, places a hand on Kibum’s neck and pulls him in for another kiss. And despite Jonghyun’s warning from earlier that night, Minho feels like he’s falling into Kibum.
“Say, Kibum, do you want to be my boyfriend?”
-
The music video shooting is a major failure because Minho’s and Kibum’s chemistry on screen is all wrong and the director is getting plain frustrated.
“You are supposed to be angry with him, Kibum-sshi.” The director says for the nth time, as he looks at Kibum from above the camera. “He’s stealing your woman away from you, how do you feel about that?”
“Real angry.” Kibum replies, nodding stiffly.
The director sighs, puts his headset away and stands up; “Take five, everyone. I need to get some coffee.”
Kibum turns to Minho with a lopsided grin and Minho can’t help but smile back; “You must hate me, Kibum.”
“Well, I can’t.” Kibum says, taking two steps towards Minho and feeling elated when Minho doesn’t move away. “Why would my boyfriend do that?”
“How about you think of it like as if the girl is trying to take me away from you?” Minho asks, flicking something off Kibum’s shoulders.
“Then, I’d look at the girl like I want to kill her, we don’t want that do we?” Kibum laughs and takes out his cell phone. “C’mere let’s click a picture together.” Kibum holds up his phone and Minho bends down to fit into the frame with Kibum.
“We look really good.” Kibum says, looking at the phone.
“What can I say? I am good looking enough for both of us.” Minho shrugs and Kibum snorts. “Please have you those disgusting black heads on your nose, my ass is good looking than your face.”
“Nu uh.” Minho says and pinches Kibum’s ass.
“Motherfuc-“ Kibum squeals and quietens down when he sees the light boys and the cameraman looking at them weirdly. “Ohmygod Minho! Why would you do that?” He whispers harshly and slap Minho on the arm.
Minho just laughs and pats Kibum on the back.
The director gets back and they try to reshoot the scene where Kibum has to look at Minho with all the hatred he can muster but for the life in him, he can’t. He looks at Minho, at his small face and big eyes and he wants to rush over and climb that body and kiss those lips.
The director gives up. They end up shooting solo shots.
-
“Put the pickles back.”
“No.”
“Put it back, Kibum.”
“But I like pickles.” Kibum whines.
“Yeah but you don’t need three jars. Get one.”
Kibum grumbles and places one in the trolley and the other two, back on the shelf. Minho lazily pushes the grocery trolley through the aisles searching for mayonnaise; it was the weekend and they were done with their music video shooting and were given some free time before the publicity and the press conferences began.
Kibum had wanted to try out some new recipe he had seen on a show and the pair had gone grocery shopping.
Of course, since Minho wasn’t comfortable being seen together out in the public so, they had driven to the outskirts of the city for mere groceries. Kibum had grumbled in the car, ranting about how they were just out shopping not like they were going to strip and fuck each other’s brains out in public (“which would be fucking hot, fyi.” Kibum had added.) But Minho had kissed him senselessly once they were out of traffic and told him it was for each other’s good that they did this.
Kibum agrees to it but not without another make out session.
“I’m going to get some meat from the frozen food aisle.” Kibum says and Minho nods and continues his search for mayonnaise.
“Minho…?”
Minho turns around at the sound of his name being called and it’s his ex-classmate from college; “Krystal.” Minho smiles widely, abandons the trolley and walks up to her. “Oh my God!” She smiles and gives Minho a hug. They had dated briefly in college - for a couple of weeks but had mutually decided it was better if they remained friends.
“You remember me?!” She smiles. “After becoming super famous and rich? I can’t believe you remember me!”
Minho laughs; “Hey, I might be super famous and rich but I am still the same old Minho from college.”
“Good to know. How are you holding after all that?”
“Meh.” Minho shrugs. “Can’t complain. I guess, we were too young when we married and we rushed into things. It’s all for the best, I guess.”
“I guess.” Krystal smiles. “So, anyway, who are you with? Saw you with someone?”
“Oh yeah.” Minho mumbles; “Just this guy, I know. I am helping him out with his music video. Key?”
“Oh yeah, yeah. I’ve heard of him - he comes out with the strangest music.”
“Yeah but, you know, they’re okay.”
“Oh Minho,” Krystal pulls Minho’s cheeks. “We all know how charitable you are.”
The friends share a small talk and when Krystal has to leave, she gives Minho her number and asks him to get in touch with again and maybe they could up for drinks or dinners, have a college reunion maybe. Minho agrees, takes her number and hugs her goodbye.
He finds Kibum waiting for him on the other side of the aisle, holding on to some meat and a bottle of mayonnaise.
“Oh hey,” Minho smiles. “You got the mayonnaise.”
“Some guy you’re helping out?”
“What?” Minho frowns, then notices the tears in Kibum’s eyes and something strikes his heart bad. “Kibum, you heard that?”
“Some guy you’re helping out?” Kibum repeats. “Just this guy, you know?!”
“Hey, look, Kibum!” Minho tries to explain. “I didn’t - I mean that was only Krystal, why does it matter?”
“Well then,” Kibum sniffs. “If it doesn’t, call her and ask her if you can bring your boyfriend for that drinks and dinner reunion. I dare you, Minho. Ask her.”
“Kibum, you’re being irrational.” Minho says, taking a step toward Kibum.
“I’m being irrational? For trying to defend myself and putting things out on the table, I am being irrational?”
“Can we talk about this later? Please? Once we get back to my place?”
“So, you can’t do it?” Kibum says, stiffening up. “Even to someone who doesn’t matter, you can’t do it.”
“Kibum.” Minho grits his teeth together.
“Thanks, Minho, but no thanks.” Kibum places the meat and the mayonnaise in the trolley and walks off.
“Where are you going?” Minho asks, striding up to meet with Kibum’s pace.
“I am sorry, Minho-sshi.” Kibum says stoic face and everything. “I don’t want to be your charity case.”
And before Minho can do anything, Kibum’s walked out of the mart.
-
After many messages and calls and voice mails, Minho finds himself ringing Kibum’s doorbell.
“Go away, Minho. I really don’t want to see you right now.” Comes Kibum’s muffled voice.
“Come on, Kibum!” Minho knocks on the door. “You’re going to have to see me sooner or later.”
“Yes. But I don’t want to see you right now.”
“Kibum, open up or I am going to go to Jonghyun and get the spare key and let myself in.”
There is silence for about thirty seconds and Minho’s welcomed by the sounds of Kibum’s stomping footstep and the door being unlocked.
“I hate you.” Kibum says, glaring at Minho and walking away.
Minho chuckles and lets the door shut behind him; “Hey, Kibum.” He walks into the living room and finds Kibum sitting on the sofa, legs pulled up to his chest and pouting at the large screen television.
“What are you doing?” Minho asks.
“What I do every time you break my heart, watch sappy movies and eat chocolates in my pyjamas.”
Minho notices that Kibum’s pyjamas are plain and simple which comes off as a shock to Minho.
“When have I ever broken your heart?” Minho asks, settling next to Kibum and tucking him under his arm.
Kibum makes a noise of protestation but doesn’t move.
“Once when you got married and the second time when you told some slut in a supermarket that I was just some guy you were helping out. I honestly thought you were better than that.”
“Listen, hey, I’m sorry.” Minho says, placing a hand on Kibum’s shoulder. “I mean, it’s really difficult for me.”
“What makes us so different?” Kibum asks softly, looking up to see Minho in the eye. “I was petrified about coming out but this is who we are, Minho. This is what makes you, you. The more you try to pretend you’re straight just because the world wants you to be, you’re just shutting yourself away.”
“But you don’t come from a conservative family- “
“Of course, I do. They’ve disowned me but that only made me want to work harder.”
Minho stares at Kibum’s face for a while before turning away; “Hey,” Kibum calls out. “You and I are not that different. And I get it, I get that you don’t want to come out and that it’s fucking difficult - but don’t let that be the reason why you hurt people around you.”
Minho nods slowly and turns to Kibum; “I’m sorry.” Minho apologizes.
“You know if you weren’t so damned cute, I would have never forgiven you.” Kibum says and leans into Minho and kisses him.
“You know, Jonghyun asked me to stay away from you.” Minho whispers nibbling on Kibum’s lips.
“Oh yeah, why?” Kibum asks, climbing onto Minho’s lap.
“Because he’s seen you break hearts. And he warned me.”
“Not yours, Choi Minho.” Kibum whispers into Minho’s mouth. “You broke mine even before you met me, you’re something else.”
-
Kibum’s single, Never Again is a hit.
Much to everyone’s surprise. Much to Kibum’s surprise.
And the music video too is well received by everyone.
Kibum is really surprised.
“The press conference is in five.” Jonghyun says as Kibum stares at himself in the mirror. “Wow, Jonghyun, I got a hit!”
“Yes, yes you did!” Jonghyun smiles, ear to ear looking at Kibum through his reflection.
“Congratulations, man.”
Kibum smiles, gets off his chair and walks up to Jonghyun; “I don’t know what I would have done with you, man. Thank you.” Kibum says and hugs a shocked Jonghyun.
“Are you high?” Jonghyun asks, sniffing Kibum and the latter laughs. “No, you idiot. I am being serious!”
Jonghyun laughs and pats Kibum on the back; “No need for tears. Boa and Minho are going to be here any minute; we don’t Minho to see you crying”
Kibum laughs airily and sits back on his chair; his first major hit - wow!
The door opens and Minho walks in followed by Boa; they have identical grins on their faces. “Congratulations!” Minho says, opens up his arms and Kibum walks into them for a tight hug. “I am so happy for you!” he says and presses a kiss to Kibum’s temple.
“Thank you.” Kibum smiles into Minho’s shoulders.
“Okay, break it up!” Boa says. “Break it up before I gag.”
“We’re ready for them.” A backstage hand says, popping his head into the room.
Kibum looks at Minho and gives him a brisk nod; “Let’s do this!”
-
They’re all sitting in a row in front of a sea of reporters; there’s the music producer, the composer, the lyricist, Minho and then Kibum.
The conference goes on without any disturbances; Kibum - Key cracks his own silly jokes, the producers praise Kibum’s voice and talent, the composer talks about how this single worked because of its new and catchy tune.
Finally the question comes to Minho; “How was it working with Key?” One of the reporters asks and Minho leans into the mic and starts with his diplomatic answer; he talks about Kibum’s talent, his passion for music, his friendly personality. Mid way, he looks to Kibum next to him and Kibum flashes him a smile; a smile so genuine, it makes Minho’s head go little giddy and he feels those warm fuzzies in his chest again; “…I, uh, honestly - “ Minho looks away from Kibum’s face and turns to the reports and the cameras; “I loved working with this guy, he’s -he’s the best. I love him.” Minho says, smiling all the way. He turns to Kibum; “I love you, Kim Kibum. I think you should move in with me and that we should take our relationship to the next level and make it work.”
And on cue, there comes a roar of questions and flashes go off everywhere and the security guards rush in try and do something about the situation, everyone’s gasping and throwing questions around and Jonghyun and Boa exchange worried glances at each other in the wings and immediately put their phones on silent.
Minho laughs loudly, leans into the mic and says; “Yes, I am gay and my ex-wife caught me in bed with another man. And I think I am a little in love with Kibum. What are you going to do about it?”
This is cue for Jonghyun and Boa to rush and usher the both of them out of the hall and into the backstage dressing room.
“What?!” Boa stares at Minho. “No, seriously what the fuck was that, Choi Minho?!”
Minho smiles, much to Boa’s frustration. “You know very well, Noona.”
Boa’s face drops;
"Call me Noona and I will know you are ready to quit everything. Are we clear, Choi?”
“Have you decided for sure?” Boa asks, smiling lightly.
“I am done and done.” Minho says and turns to a shell shocked Kibum. “So, do you want to move in or should I?”
“I - what, Minho?” Kibum stutters.
“I am going to quit all this. I don’t know what I am doing and this is crazy. I have no plan on what I am going to do next and all I want to know is, are you with me?”
“I am.” Kibum replies without second thoughts and then turns to Jonghyun. “Jonghyun, I - “
“Go.” Jonghyun smiles. “Run. Boa and I will try to hold the press off for a while.”
“Thanks.” Kibum gives Jonghyun a hug and rushes to hold Minho’s hand as they sneak out of the back door.
“What? Choi Minho, what was that?!”
Minho laughs, holds Kibum by the shoulders and kisses him in the middle of the corridor. “I don’t know but I just went with my guts and you told me, this is who I am and I have to be okay with it. And besides, you wanted Krystal to know that I am getting my boyfriend for that drinks and dinner reunion.”
Kibum laughs and holds on to Minho’s shirt and pulls him down for another kiss; “You’re an idiot and I am a little in love with you too. But you’re still a prize assed idiot - but you’re mine so it’s okay.”
They bundle themselves into Minho’s car and Minho grins as he holds onto the wheel; he feels good, he feel fantastic, in fact. Kibum’s buckling himself in and they have no idea what they are going to do but somehow, the both of them are more sure about this than anything else - and it’s all going to be good.
“Ohmygod! Are we going to drive into the sunset?”
“Shut up, Kibum.”
-
a/n:I don’t know I am sorry it’s nearly 5 in the morning here what the fuck is this? Ana you deserve more I love you though. Bye
wc 8864. This fic killed me. I hate minkey. I lie.
”Say, Kibum, do you want to be my boyfriend?”
For static_abyss D:
Ana wanted power couple! Minkey traveling around I DON’T KNOW WHAT THIS IS THEY ARE NOT TRAVELING THEY ARE HARDLY A POWER COUPLE - I - I am sorry.
“I want a divorce”
Minho looks up from his phone and stares at his wife in the eye. “What?”
“You heard me.” She says, tears pooling around her eyes. “I can’t do this anymore.”
It’s been three months since the incident, he wants to argue but one look of his wife’s stern face and he goes silent.
“Right.” He says as he starts to dial his manager’s number.
-
Super model Choi Minho and Actress Kwon Yuri rumoured to have filed for divorce.
“Their relationship had been rocky for the past couple of months,” says a close friend. “This was expected.”
Kim Jonghyun gives the headlines a passing glance on his phone as he walks towards Kibum’s house. He pulls out a key - the spare key to Kibum’s house and unlocks the front door and is unpleasantly welcomed by the stench of alcohol and stale weed. Jonghyun curses under his breath and walks into the house. “Damn you, Kim Kibum.” Jonghyun mutters. There are empty bottles of alcohol and pizza boxes everywhere around the house. Jonghyun manages to make it to Kibum’s bedroom without throwing up, given the state of the house and the how it smelt like something died in it.
And Jonghyun can only pray that’s it’s not Kibum who’s dead.
Jonghyun pushes the bedroom door and finds Kibum sitting on the floor at the foot of his bed, head thrown back and drooling on his sheets.
“Fuck.” Jonghyun curses loudly and rushes to help him. “Fuck, Kibum. Wake the fuck up. Jesus Christ!”
Kibum wakes up with a grunt, chokes on his saliva and looks at Jonghyun with blood shot eyes; “Hey, Jonghyun." He smiles wearily. Jonghyun winces at the stench of Kibum’s breath and shakes his friend by the shoulders; “What the fuck is wrong with you? You’re acting like a crack whore. Can you please clean yourself up?”
Kibum looks around his room, disoriented and lost. And he looks back up at Jonghyun; “Fuck,” Kibum whispers, holding his head. “Fuck, I need a drink.”
“Kibum,” Jonghyun holds Kibum back. “It’s ten in the morning, you don’t need a drink, and you need to clean up. When was the last time you cleaned the place? Do you have washed clothes? God, you stink! What have you been doing?!”
“Too many questions.” Kibum mumbles and sort of climbs up his bed and tries to curl under the blanket but Jonghyun won’t have any of it. He strips Kibum off his blanket and grabs his hand and pulls him out of bed.
“Bathroom. Now. I’m taking you to the hairdresser next and calling maid service right now.”
Kibum groans but Jonghyun’s grip tightens and the former gives in and drags his way to the bathroom;
“I hate you, Jonghyun.” He calls out, before closing the door to the bathroom.
“Right, whatever.” Jonghyun mumbles, pulls out his phone and dials Kibum’s hairdresser’s number.
“Hello, Lee Hi? Hi, this is Kim Jonghyun here. Key’s manager? Yeah that’s right. I was wondering if you were free for an appointment - what’s that? Yeah, he needs a lot of work done.”
-
His manager is fuming and Minho finds it oddly disturbing that he wants to laugh at her face. He bites his tongue to refrain from doing so.
“You know, I am totally disappointed in you.” She snaps, hands on her hips, one foot tapping and heavy breathing. She’s good.
“It’s one thing to leave your amazing modelling career to pursue a married life but, Choi Minho, it is a whole another thing to divorce this said married life because your wife - “
“Ex-wife” Minho adds lamely.
She gives him a stink eyes for a split second.
“Because your ex-wife catches you fucking another man on her bed.”
Minho wants to cringe at how raw and cheap it sounds; he had preferred to call it, making love or, you know, doing it.
Minho watches her run a hand through her hair as slumps down on to a seat in front of him; he feels sorry for her, he does. He’s down and falling and he’s pulling her along with him, she doesn’t deserve him. He stares at that tiled floor of the green room they are at; he’s up for press conference in another thirty minutes and he’s sitting here being reprimanded by his manager.
“Hey, at least you know you’re safe around me.” Minho tries to joke as he looks at her. Seriously, why is he even trying?
“I always knew you were gay.” She says, standing up and straightening her suit.
“What?” He looks at her, eyes wide. “What?!”
“Yeah.” She looks at him like it’s the most obvious answer in the world. “Minho, have you seen
yourself? You’re pretty damn gay.”
“I - no, I am not.” Minho replied, indignantly.
“Oh please, you check out more men than the entire of kpop industry’s girl bands put together.” She says, withholding a yawn. She looks at her watch; ten more minutes. “Shame, though.” She says, looking at her employer. “You could have broken a lot of women’s hearts but you prefer it up the ass.”
Minho’s about to protest, because hey, Choi Minho does not bottom when one of the assistant directors’ walks into the room, a clipboard in his hand and a headset; “Boa-sshi,” He calls out to Minho’s manager. “Minho- sshi is up in five minutes.”
“I am aware, thank you.” Boa nods and turns to Minho. “Well,” She says, clasping her hands together and forcing a smile. “Shall we?”
“Listen, Kwon,” Minho stands up and holds Boa by her elbow. “I don’t think - I am not sure if - I don’t want to -“ He struggles with his words and Boa smiles at him, her first genuine smile of the day. “You’re not ready to come out yet?” She offers.
Minho nods hesitantly; “It’s not that - I’m embarrassed or anything, I am just not ready.”
Boa pats him on his back; “C’mon, big boy, let’s go. We have a press conference to face.”
-
The press conference doesn’t go as bad as Minho would have thought it would; there general questions, of course: why did he do it? Why did Kwon Yuri - one of the most well paid, recognized actresses in the industry want a divorce only after three months of finding out that Minho was cheating on her? Who was the other girl? What were his plans now? What was he going to do?
“Right, sir. I completely understand.” Boa gets off the phone and looks at Minho and heaves a sigh.
“Man, I hate you celebrities.” She says and sits down and slides her phone on the table. Minho feels really sorry for her; it’s been what, three days and she looks like she’s aged five years.
“Noona.” Minho calls out to her apologetically and she narrows her eyes at him; “No.” She snaps.
“No, you are not pulling the noona card on me. We promised each other we are strictly professional. You are going to be my employer and I am your manager. Call me Noona and I will know you are ready to quit everything. Are we clear, Choi?”
Minho sighs, slumps back on to the chair and nods; “Yes, Kwon. Clear as a crystal.”
“Now get your perky butt of the chair, we need to go places for damage control.”
-
“What is the matter with you?” Jonghyun asks, staring at Kibum across the table.
“I don’t know.” Kibum says, nearly swallowing his breakfast and making eye contact with Jonghyun.
“Can I order more of whatever this is? It’s fucking delicious.” Kibum uses the tissue to wipe his lips an looks around for the waiter at the restaurant they are at.
“It’s scrambled eggs.” Jonghyun makes a face. “You hate eggs.”
“Yeah, well,” Kibum shrugs. “That was some good weed I had.”
“Can you keep your voice down?” Jonghyun hisses, leaning across the table and grabbing Kibum’s hand. “You are known around. We don’t want a rumour going on about you using substance.”
“Weed,” Kibum replies, taking his hand back. “Is not any substance, it’s a way of life. Thank you very much.”
A waiter comes along; Kibum places an order for another plate of scrambled egg with some strong coffee this time. Jonghyun watches him from across the table, sips on water and he’s pretty sure Kibum’s a lost cause but Kibum reaches into his bag and pulls out a disc and slides it across.
“I wrote, composed and recorded over the last week.”
And the day seems like it just got brighter.
-
“A what”
Boa rolls her eyes at Minho; “Are you deaf, Choi?”
“No but you want me to star in some pop music video?”
“That’s right.”
“But-that’s…”
“Have you heard of Key?”
“That eccentric hippie singer?”
“That’s one way to put it, I guess. Word is going around that he might be coming up with a new song and there is going to be a video.”
“Yeah but his previous albums were major failures.” Minho retorts.
“You need all the work you can get, Choi.” Boa puts it bluntly.
Minho wants to protest, he wants to say no and storm out, and he can’t do this. He just got out of a failed marriage, he needs to go out, have a few drinks, get laid with different men and maybe fall in love for real this time.
“Fine.” Is what he says and Boa smiles at him understandingly.
“You knew what you were getting into, Choi.”
He nods his head. He did, he really did; but he thought he was going to have it easier.
Fuck his life.
-
“No.”
Jonghyun wants to slap Kibum across his face. Multiple times.
“What do you mean no?”
“I don’t want some mainstream hot meat in my video.” Kibum says, sipping on his cup of tea.
“Kibum. Kim Kibum, I am trying to help save you from a failing career so help me in helping you
before I strangle you.”
“Kinky, real kinky, Jonghyun. But no thank you, I will find my actors- ”
“And, rumour has it that he might be gay and available.”
“He does not seem so bad, keep talking.”
-
Kibum’s company’s producer listens to the song, approves of it - there is something sad and angsty about it and it fits perfectly with Kibum’s personality and his look, in general. They have to re-record the song and add a few sound effects; the company hesitates about agreeing to this deal with having Choi Minho to star in the video but then again, it’s not like Kibum has been their winning star at anything so they decide to give this a try; Minho’s good looking enough.
“Recording and editing will take about a week,” Jonghyun says, handing Kibum a glass of warm water. “We’ll start shooting right after; Minho’s company has agreed too.”
“Brilliant.” Kibum says, swirls around in his chair and sips on water. Jonghyun sits on the couch nearby, fiddling with his phone worriedly.
“You think I can get this one to sleep with me?”
Jonghyun throws his phone at Kibum’s head. He could always buy a new phone.
-
The first time Minho and Kibum meet is not at the shooting site, or in a meeting room, or at café with their managers; no, they meet at a gay club.
Kibum’s dressed in a shirt three sizes larger than his usual, tight sliver shiny metallic jeans (that, Minho swears, bounces light off) and he’s threads through the crowd holding a glass of scotch in one hand and an unlit cigarette in the other.
He passes by Minho, singing loudly and crassly to some song that’s throbbing through the speakers; Minho wants to call out to him but he’s already passed and this is the first time Minho’s at a gay club so he’s basically pissing his pants.
Minho makes it to the counter somehow and finds an empty seat somewhere away from the music and the crowd and he decides, tonight he will sit and stare at the gorgeous men who come, stay and go. Gorgeous men like Kim Kibum.
“What can I get you, sweetheart?”
Minho looks at the bartender; a woman. How odd. “First time I’m meeting a woman bartender."
She shrugs, pulls out a rag and starts to wipe the granite counter. “Bartender at a gay club - safest work place for a woman, if you ask me.” She chuckles and looks at Minho carefully. “Hey, you’re that super model kid, Choi Minho right?”
Minho stiffens and puts his guard up; he is not ready to come out to the public yet; not like this, not to a bartender in a gay club. “I - “He struggles.
“Ah, don’t worry.” She waves it off. “Tons of well recognized celebrities come here, don’t you for a minute think you’re alone.”
“Thanks.” Minho mumbles. “Choi Minho, by the way.” He says and offers her a friendly hand which she shakes enthusiastically. “Chaerin. Lee Chaerin.”
“Pleasure to meet you.” Minho grins, he feels a lot loosened now; like a burden had been lifted off his shoulders. “Now how do I need to screw to get a decent drink?”
“Me.” comes an answer and Minho turns to Kibum standing with his empty glass, a fox like smile playing on his lips and there is this unmistakable drunken blush on his high cheek bones.
“Key!” Chaerin smiles, taking his empty glass from him. “Another round, I am assuming. Oh, have you met Choi Minho here?”
“No,” Kibum replies, his feline eyes fixed on Minho. “I am about to. Kibum,” He introduces himself with an outstretched hand. “Kim Kibum. We’re going to work together next week on, am I right?”
“Choi Minho.” Minho says, shakes Kibum’s hands and feels tingles run up his spine. “And yes, next week on.”
“Glad we met before, I feel like I know you a little better already.”
And the way Kibum’s teeth runs across his lower lip, Minho has to make an effort to make sure he does not let out a moan. “I am going to be on the dance floor if you need me, Mr Choi.” Kibum’s eyes sparkle with something; something Minho quite can’t put a finger on.
“Thank you, CL darling.” Kibum looks at Chaerin and picks up his refilled drink. “See you in a bit.” He says, looking at Minho and raising his eyebrows as though on invitation.
Chaerin lets out a wolf whistle; “Oh man, looks like a certain someone is hitting on a certain someone else.”
Minho rolls his eyes at Chaerin; “I’d like a beer, please.”
“Coming right up, gorgeous.”
As the night progresses, hard as Minho tries, he cannot spot Kibum anywhere. He downs a couple of beers himself till he’s feeling a little giddy and happy high. “Damn, I am feeling good about tonight.” Minho tells Chaerin as she gives him another bottle of beer. “Hon, are you sure you can handle this? Do you want me to call someone? Your friend? Or your manager?”
“My manager? Aw, no. She needs to rest; poor thing is on her toes because of me all the time. I am going to take care of myself tonight.”
“If you say so.” Chaerin shrugs and watches Minho down his seventh (or maybe eighth) beer bottle for the night. Minho puts down the bottle, burps loudly and laughs his guts out. Chaerin stares with wide eyes and she’s about to pass a comment when Minho walks away from the bar saying something along the lines of wanting to dance till he drops.
Chaerin fears for him.
Minho makes his way through the dancing crowd, someone gropes his ass and Minho smiles; he hasn’t felt this good since - he has not felt this good at all. He finds a cute boy dancing to the beats of the music, his body moves with a fluidity Minho has never seen; he’s sort of entranced by the way this kid moves - the way he pops and the way he thrusts; Minho partly wonders if, whether or not this kid is old enough to be at a place like this. He’s about to step forward and catch the boy’s attention but Kibum appears in front of him out of the blue.
“Like what you see?” Kibum asks, discretely pointing at the boy.
“Yes.” Minho sighs, gaze not leaving the said boy.
“I can do better.” Kibum leans in and whispers and Minho is all of a sudden aware of how close he is standing to Kibum, how close their bodies and how Kibum is basically just grinding against him and Minho would be lying if he said it did not feel good because it was mind blowing.
“Fuck.” Minho whispers, eyeing how Kibum’s shirt is sliding off his shoulders and Kibum’s skin is pale and deadly and Minho wants to touch and it lick it and - “fuck” Minho groans, feeling his pants tighten.
“Come on.” Kibum takes Minho’s hand in his and manoeuvres them out of the club; Minho’s sight is blurred and hazy; the only thing he can make out is that Kibum has a tight grip around his hand and he is leading the way to somewhere. Minho doesn’t know what is he’s doing, doesn’t understand - but mostly importantly, he doesn’t care. Kibum leads them out through a door to the basement of the club and Minho’s able to breathe again; the air isn’t really fresh but it’s a world of an improvement from the air inside. Kibum’s smiling, waving and greeting people and Minho’s sure he’s supposed to do the same because from he’s from, he’s recognised; he’s a public figure.
But fuck that.
Minho’s back meets a wall with a soft thud and he has Kibum’s lips all over him and holy fuck, Kibum’s a good kisser. Screw work ethics and crossing boundaries and sticking to rules, Minho’s happy to kiss Kibum day in and night out. Minho moans loudly when he feels Kibum sucking on his tongue and there are fireworks, fucking fireworks in his head.
“You like that?” Kibum whispers, biting down on Minho’s bottom lip and tugging it. “You like that, huh big boy.” Minho dips in for another mind blowing kiss, puts his hands on Kibum’s butt and pushes him closer.
“Shut the fuck up.” Minho mumbles, squeezing Kibum’s ass and earning a squeak. “And kiss me.”
“Okay, you need to fuck me.” Kibum pulls away from Minho and withdraws his car keys. Minho is a little too dazed and out of his wits. “You’re not going to drive are you?” He asks, he’s okay with screwing work ethics but he’s not okay with driving under the influence.
“Of course not.” Kibum frowns. “That’s such a stupid way to die.”
Kibum’s car is about two rows away and Minho’s way too horny and drunk to wait for Kibum to figure out how to unlock his car doors. He pins Kibum to the car and kisses him again and rolls his hips against Kibum’s and the smaller man groans loud enough for it echo throughout the empty parking lot. “Fuck. Fuck you, you need to wait.” He slightly pushes Minho away, gets the door to unlock.
“Fuck! Come on in.” He crawls on to the back seat and pulls Minho on top of him. “Okay where were we?”
“Nice car.” Minho adds but Kibum’s already unbuckling Minho’s belt and Kibum’s hands are so cold wound up around his cock that Minho can’t help but fall into the crook of Kibum’s neck.
Boa’s going to kill him.
-
“Minho! What the fuck?!”
Boa’s high pitched voice startles Minho and he wakes up with a jolt; he’s in his room, sleeping on his
bed, naked under his sheets and there is Kibum lightly snoring next to him.
“Um,” Minho begins to try but Boa just shakes her head. “You have twenty minutes to get dressed and get the fuck out of this apartment, we need to go to your lawyer’s and finalize the amount of money your wife- “
“Ex-wife”
“I will kill you.” Boa says, without missing a beat. “We need to pay that woman a butt load to keep her mouth shut and we need to keep paying her every month. So get your sore ass off the fucking bed and get a move on.”
“Right okay.” Minho mumbles and runs a hand through his hair.
“Well, what are you waiting for? Get up!”
“You need to - uh, leave the room. “ Minho says. “I am kind of naked under the sheets.”
Boa rolls her eyes and leaves in a huff; “You have five minutes to get ready, Choi.” She yells from the living room.
Minho looks around searching for his boxer, spots them on the edge of the bed and tried to lean forward with minimum movement not wanting to wake Kibum up.
“God, does she always scream like that?” Kibum asks, Minho squeaks in surprise and falls off the bed. Kibum looks over at Minho and raises an eyebrow and smiles at the latter’s bare body; “Well good morning to you too, Mr Choi Minho.”
Minho groans and slips on his boxers and stands up; “How did we end up at my place?” Minho asks; “Last I remember we were in your car and -" Memories come gushing back to Minho and he turns into an adorable shade of pink. He remembers Kibum under him, whimpering, whispering dirty things, asking for more and he remembers the both of them dressing up, flagging a cab down and coming back to Minho’s apartment for more and more and more till Minho forgot his name.
“Right, anyway, I am going to have to rush out now.” Minho says, dressing up and spraying himself with deodorant. “You can leave. Have breakfast and leave that is. Or you can totally stay. If you want. Or whatever.”
Kibum smiles lazily at Minho and rolls on his bed; “How about I send you message and tell you what I’ve decided?”
“Yeah. That’ll do.” Minho says, eyeing Kibum’s bare upper torso carefully. “Uh- “
“Do you want a goodbye kiss, Mr Choi?” Kibum asks, resting his head against the plush pillows.
“Yeah - I mean no, that’s fine. I have to run. Kwon’s waiting for me. See you. Or not. Bye.”
Minho leaves the room in a huff and he can hear Kibum ruffling through the bed sheets and all he wants is to go back there and lie with Kibum but;
“If you are done can we, please, leave?” Boa’s waiting for him by the front door, her serious mode on and Minho knows not to mess around with her when she’s this serious.
“Jesus Christ, Minho!” Boa says, as they step into the elevator. “You guys haven’t even officially met yet and you’ll are fucking already.”
And all Minho can think of is how he didn’t even take Kibum’s number.
-
Apparently, Kibum’s already stored his number in Minho’s phone.
In the middle of his hearing his phone buzzes in his pocket and he pulls it out and it’s a message from Kibummie♥; Minho spares the name a smile, picks up his glass of water to sip on it as he checks the message and nearly chokes on water when he sees it’s a picture from the other man pouting, sitting in Minho’s tub and he can make out that the air around Kibum is steamy and the water is hot and there’s a message below the picture: I miss you. Come quick and give me company in your tub
Minho makes an unrecognizable noise and Boa nudges him in the ribs and Minho’s pulled back to reality again. The hearing, yes, his ex-wife sitting opposite him, right okay; he can do this.
The next message he gets: if you’re not going to be here, I am going to touch myself thinking about you.”
Nope, Minho can’t do this.
-
Minho returns, however, to an empty apartment in the evening. There is no sign of Kibum and Minho was hoping he would have still hung around waiting for Minho to get back - but he knows that’s asking too much. It’s only been a couple of hours since he’s officially met Kibum and he would have his own schedules to go to and places to be, people to meet and - the door buzzes, it’s Kibum, Minho’s elated like a little boy.
Minho opens the door, Kibum’s standing in front of him, in bright orange shirt and purple tights and Minho is absolute that only Kibum could pull something off like this.
“Hey.” Minho smiles at Kibum, tries to be all smooth and suave and is about make way for the smaller man to walk in but Kibum wants none of that. He pushes Minho in, kicks the door shut and kisses Minho right on the lips.
“Less talk. More fuck.” Kibum mumbles.
“Hey - wait - wha- Ki- “Minho struggles to speak in between but it seems like an impossible task because Kibum’s kissing him and kissing him and words seem to be swallowed and - there goes Minho’s belt along with Minho’s coherent thoughts.
Minho leans in, runs a hand over Kibum’s thighs and picks up the petite man and slams him against the wall; Minho tastes beer on Kibum’s tongue and he has a this faint smell of pot. Minho wants to let go, say no, ask Kibum to leave but Kibum’s doing that thing with this lips and tongue and he’s moaning into Minho’s mouth and Minho’s so close to losing it.
“Bedroom.” Kibum says into Minho’s mouth and Minho’s already headed in that direction. So much for wanting to say no; they stumble onto the mattress, holding on to each other. Minho hisses when he feels Kibum’s fingers wrapped around his cock; “Fuck Kibum!” Minho groans and nips at Kibum’s collar bones.
“Don’t leave marks.” Kibum whispers, taking Minho’s shirt off of him. “We have a photo shoot tomorrow.”
-
Minho does leave marks.
Much, much, much to Jonghyun’s dismal, there are marks all over Kibum’s neck but thankfully, they can be covered with make-up.
“What were you thinking?!” Jonghyun throws his arms in the air is exasperation. “No man, just what?”
“I wasn’t thinking.” Kibum shrugs and looks at himself in the mirror; the marks don’t look that bad.
“Who was it this time?” Jonghyun asks, pinching the bridge of his nose in frustration. But before Kibum can answer, the door to the green room opens and Boa walks in followed by Minho. The both of them nod courteously at Kibum and Jonghyun.
“Mr Choi,” Kibum smiles at Minho and Jonghyun snorts really, really loudly. “Aw hell no, Kibum!”
“What?!” Kibum looks at him wide eyed. “What? What is it?!”
“Seriously? Are you serious? Did the both of you - I mean, are you really serious right now?”
Boa scoffs and folds her arms across her chest; “You mean you didn’t know?” She asks, looking at Jonghyun.
“You mean, you knew?”
Boa clicks her tongue and takes a seat; “Well, duh. I caught them in bed together.”
Jonghyun really just wants to quit and become a farmer; he’s had with these celebrities and their way of life.
-
The photo-shoot comes out fine; the director of the music video has this not-so-brilliant idea about making it a love triangle between Kibum, Minho and this new actress who’s looking for a platform. It’s not grand video actually, the same old same old: Kibum likes the girl, girl and Minho are in love with each other, Kibum dies on the day of their wedding, girl finds out about Kibum’s undying love for her.
It’s nothing out of the box but it just might work.
“You look good.” Minho tells Kibum, as they skim through the photos together. The entire theme of the Music Video and the photo shoot is casual. This is the first time Minho’s seeing Kibum dressed in a plain white tee and blue denim jeans and he looks breath taking.
“You don’t look so bad yourself, Minho-sshi.” Kibum smiles coyly and discretely moves closer to the taller man. “I could meet you in the janitor’s closet in about five minutes if you can distract Boa- “
Minho clears his throat and steps away from Kibum; he can’t do this. He can screw work ethics, cross boundaries, have sex in a car, have sex for no reason but he cannot take risks in the open.
“I am sorry - I, uh, can’t.”
“Oh,” Kibum frowns. “You’re scared?”
“I - uh,” Minho struggles. “I am not comfortable enough.”
“Oh right. Sure.” Kibum shrugs. “It’s not like we have to; I mean, you know, it’s for fun.”
“Yeah,” Minho smiles awkwardly. “Fun.”
Kibum smiles back; “Now, where is that Jonghyun? I want my lunch!” Kibum demands, stomping away from Minho calling for Jonghyun.
Minho feels a little hallow in his chest but he tries to calm himself down because apparently, this is all just fun.
Yeah, Minho can do fun.
-
Despite Jonghyun and Boa disagreeing and threatening to burn all of his colourful clothes, Kibum drags them and Minho out to a club.
“Shooting starts tomorrow.” Jonghyun says but orders a beer despite himself.
“And you can’t come to the sets hung over.” Boa complains but Kibum rolls his eyes, sips on his drink and Kibum just rolls his eyes. “Come on, guys. We’re all so young and energetic; can’t we just break the rules a bit?”
“Kibum, please,” Jonghyun snorts. “You always break the rules.”
Minho chuckles as he sips on his beer and Kibum spares him a glare; “Okay whatever, you boring people sit here while I go and have some fun. Coming, Minho?”
Minho’s a little taken aback at the sudden invitation and hesitates to answer; “Uh, I think I am going to sit this one out.”
“Right. Sure.” Kibum says, his voice is icy cold or so Minho thinks.
The three of them of watch Kibum disappear into the dancing crowd and Jonghyun sighs as he leans back into the plush seats in the club.
“Don’t you get tired of him?” Boa asks, sympathy evident in her voice.
“Nah.” Jonghyun smiles; “He might be a little strange but he’s a nice kid. He knows when to separate work from his personal life.”
Minho clears his throat and the air gets a little awkward because Minho is Kibum’s professional life and personal life and the latter has blurred that line very conveniently.
“I mean don’t fall for him, Minho-yah.” Jonghyun says. “I’m saying this because I have watched him, he doesn’t care. He’s broken more hearts than you and I can count.”
“Yeah well,” Boa speaks up. “Minho isn’t easy at all. He’s a tough cookie himself.”
Jonghyun shrugs; “This isn’t a ‘who can break more hearts’ game, Boa-sshi. I am just telling Minho about Kibum because he deserves to know given the kind of relationship they share.”
Jonghyun stops, thinks and asks; “How the fuck did that begin anyway?”
Minho laughs and downs his beer; “You know, I wish I knew.”
Kibum comes back to where their seat and frowns when he finds only Minho nursing a glass of scotch all by himself.
“Where’s mom and dad?” Kibum asks, sitting next to Minho - not too close, not too far.
“Boa like her beauty sleep. Jonghyun left because he trusts me with you.” Minho replies, coolly and Kibum scoffs.
“Alright then.” Kibum leans back and Minho can see glistening beads of sweat rolling off Kibum’s neck and he has this urge to lick them off.
“So you want to get out?” Minho asks, leaning back himself and staring at Kibum. “My place. I’ll drive?”
Kibum smiles and contemplates for a while; “I have a better idea.”
Minho’s cocks an eyebrow at Kibum; “What is it?”
“Let’s get dinner.”
-
Minho coughs dryly as Kibum places an order at a drive thru; when Kibum said dinner, he was honestly expecting a restaurant, at least.
“That’s two hamburgers, one with extra cheese and - Minho, do you want extra cheese?”
“No.”
“Right, so one with extra cheese, two large fries oh, and gimme one of those ice creams you got. I really like them.” Kibum says, smiling at Minho.
“This is your idea of dinner?” Minho asks, as Kibum drives forward to pick up their order. Kibum hums, pops his head out of the window, smiles with all his charm at the cute boy behind the window and turns back to Minho. “Here, hold this.”
Kibum pays the guy and gases the pedal and drives; “Where are we going?” Minho asks, he’s really tired, he wants to sleep and rest because tomorrow he has a packed day and he really can’t afford a late night.
“You’ll see.” Kibum grins.
-
They’re at a small town, a good hour and half drive away from city and Kibum picks some beer and they sit on a bench at a park and eat.
“Why are we here?” Minho asks, chewing on his burger.
“For one, it’s peaceful and no one really comes to this playground because all the people here are old.” Kibum replies, with a matter of fact tone.
“How do you know that?” Minho asks.
“I grew up here. Everyone goes to bed by nine and it’s what? Half past nine now? I promise no one is going to be awake.”
“Do you do this to get away from your fans?” Minho asks, looking at Kibum from the corner of his eyes.
“Yeah totally,” Kibum rolls his eyes.
“Is that sarcasm in your tone?”
Kibum gives Minho a side glance and swallows his bite; “You don’t really have a lot of fans when you’re a homosexual freak who dresses up in odd colours.”
Minho winces at how Kibum puts; “Listen, I am sure there are people who appreciate you for you, you know?”
Kibum shrugs and takes another bite; “My first album sold two hundred copies- “ Kibum says.
“Hey! That’s not bad!”
“- one fifty of it was by mine and Jonghyun’s family. And I bought one. And Jonghyun bought one.”
“Oh.”
“Yeah, so I am pretty sure I don’t have a lot of fans to run away from. So what about you? What’s your story? You were super famous then got hitched, went away from the market and came back with a scandal? What’s all that about?”
“That’s about it.” Minho shrugs, crumpling the wrapper of the burger. “I thought I was in love with Yuri because I tried so hard to repress the fact that I - that I, um- “
“That you were gay?” Kibum offers.
“Yes, that. I always thought it would go away but it didn’t and there was this guy I met and I was instantly attracted to him and” Minho sighs loudly; “I really didn’t want to cheat on Yuri but, it sort of just happened and when she caught us, I swear I thought my life was going to crumble right there.”
“And then what happened?”
“I spoke to Yuri, told her what really was and Boa had to do a lot of convincing. In the end she said she would shut up only if I paid her every month.”
“Ah,”
“Yeah, pretty much.” Minho shrugs. “So, why’d you jump me?”
Kibum chokes on his burger and grabs for his bottle of beer for a sip. “Well that was out of the blue.”
“Yeah, I mean, I want to know.”
“Oh you know,” Kibum weakly laughs. “Have you seen yourself, you’re fucking gorgeous.”
Minho smiles and feels his cheeks warming up. “And…” Kibum continues, staring at his feet. “I, uh, I was your fan.”
It’s Minho’s turn to choke; he coughs and looks at Kibum with teary eyes. “Wh-what?”
“Yeah,” Kibum mumbles and doesn’t look up. “I - I’ve always wondered how it would to be to - uh, you know - “
“Fuck me?!” Minho asks, cringing at the thought and Kibum looks at him and rolls his eyes; “To kiss you. I’ve always wondered how it would feel to kiss you and, you know, cuddle you and shit.”
“So, why didn’t you talk to me and stuff? I mean, I’ve seen you at these fashion parties and - “
“I was too freaking nervous, man!” Kibum says, exasperatedly. “One, I was a rookie. Two, I was so fucking scared. Three, you were getting married and shit. Aw, man I was so heartbroken when you announced your wedding. Oh man, that day was sad - I was literally in bed the whole day watching all these sappy movies and eating chocolates - do you know the effect you have on people? Not cool.” Kibum rambles and Minho stares at him in wonder.
How anyone can be this strange and adorable at the same time is beyond Minho. “Do you know that summer edition you did for NII? Yeah, I hated how good you looked - I mean, what the hell?” Kibum continues to ramble and Minho’s chest feels like its exploded with the warm fuzzies and it’s such a grand feeling. He leans towards Kibum and shuts him up with a kiss. Stupid warm fuzzies.
Kibum gasps and melts into the kiss easily; “I thought you were worried about people - “ Kibum mumbles.
“You said everyone sleeps by nine.” Minho replies, places a hand on Kibum’s neck and pulls him in for another kiss. And despite Jonghyun’s warning from earlier that night, Minho feels like he’s falling into Kibum.
“Say, Kibum, do you want to be my boyfriend?”
-
The music video shooting is a major failure because Minho’s and Kibum’s chemistry on screen is all wrong and the director is getting plain frustrated.
“You are supposed to be angry with him, Kibum-sshi.” The director says for the nth time, as he looks at Kibum from above the camera. “He’s stealing your woman away from you, how do you feel about that?”
“Real angry.” Kibum replies, nodding stiffly.
The director sighs, puts his headset away and stands up; “Take five, everyone. I need to get some coffee.”
Kibum turns to Minho with a lopsided grin and Minho can’t help but smile back; “You must hate me, Kibum.”
“Well, I can’t.” Kibum says, taking two steps towards Minho and feeling elated when Minho doesn’t move away. “Why would my boyfriend do that?”
“How about you think of it like as if the girl is trying to take me away from you?” Minho asks, flicking something off Kibum’s shoulders.
“Then, I’d look at the girl like I want to kill her, we don’t want that do we?” Kibum laughs and takes out his cell phone. “C’mere let’s click a picture together.” Kibum holds up his phone and Minho bends down to fit into the frame with Kibum.
“We look really good.” Kibum says, looking at the phone.
“What can I say? I am good looking enough for both of us.” Minho shrugs and Kibum snorts. “Please have you those disgusting black heads on your nose, my ass is good looking than your face.”
“Nu uh.” Minho says and pinches Kibum’s ass.
“Motherfuc-“ Kibum squeals and quietens down when he sees the light boys and the cameraman looking at them weirdly. “Ohmygod Minho! Why would you do that?” He whispers harshly and slap Minho on the arm.
Minho just laughs and pats Kibum on the back.
The director gets back and they try to reshoot the scene where Kibum has to look at Minho with all the hatred he can muster but for the life in him, he can’t. He looks at Minho, at his small face and big eyes and he wants to rush over and climb that body and kiss those lips.
The director gives up. They end up shooting solo shots.
-
“Put the pickles back.”
“No.”
“Put it back, Kibum.”
“But I like pickles.” Kibum whines.
“Yeah but you don’t need three jars. Get one.”
Kibum grumbles and places one in the trolley and the other two, back on the shelf. Minho lazily pushes the grocery trolley through the aisles searching for mayonnaise; it was the weekend and they were done with their music video shooting and were given some free time before the publicity and the press conferences began.
Kibum had wanted to try out some new recipe he had seen on a show and the pair had gone grocery shopping.
Of course, since Minho wasn’t comfortable being seen together out in the public so, they had driven to the outskirts of the city for mere groceries. Kibum had grumbled in the car, ranting about how they were just out shopping not like they were going to strip and fuck each other’s brains out in public (“which would be fucking hot, fyi.” Kibum had added.) But Minho had kissed him senselessly once they were out of traffic and told him it was for each other’s good that they did this.
Kibum agrees to it but not without another make out session.
“I’m going to get some meat from the frozen food aisle.” Kibum says and Minho nods and continues his search for mayonnaise.
“Minho…?”
Minho turns around at the sound of his name being called and it’s his ex-classmate from college; “Krystal.” Minho smiles widely, abandons the trolley and walks up to her. “Oh my God!” She smiles and gives Minho a hug. They had dated briefly in college - for a couple of weeks but had mutually decided it was better if they remained friends.
“You remember me?!” She smiles. “After becoming super famous and rich? I can’t believe you remember me!”
Minho laughs; “Hey, I might be super famous and rich but I am still the same old Minho from college.”
“Good to know. How are you holding after all that?”
“Meh.” Minho shrugs. “Can’t complain. I guess, we were too young when we married and we rushed into things. It’s all for the best, I guess.”
“I guess.” Krystal smiles. “So, anyway, who are you with? Saw you with someone?”
“Oh yeah.” Minho mumbles; “Just this guy, I know. I am helping him out with his music video. Key?”
“Oh yeah, yeah. I’ve heard of him - he comes out with the strangest music.”
“Yeah but, you know, they’re okay.”
“Oh Minho,” Krystal pulls Minho’s cheeks. “We all know how charitable you are.”
The friends share a small talk and when Krystal has to leave, she gives Minho her number and asks him to get in touch with again and maybe they could up for drinks or dinners, have a college reunion maybe. Minho agrees, takes her number and hugs her goodbye.
He finds Kibum waiting for him on the other side of the aisle, holding on to some meat and a bottle of mayonnaise.
“Oh hey,” Minho smiles. “You got the mayonnaise.”
“Some guy you’re helping out?”
“What?” Minho frowns, then notices the tears in Kibum’s eyes and something strikes his heart bad. “Kibum, you heard that?”
“Some guy you’re helping out?” Kibum repeats. “Just this guy, you know?!”
“Hey, look, Kibum!” Minho tries to explain. “I didn’t - I mean that was only Krystal, why does it matter?”
“Well then,” Kibum sniffs. “If it doesn’t, call her and ask her if you can bring your boyfriend for that drinks and dinner reunion. I dare you, Minho. Ask her.”
“Kibum, you’re being irrational.” Minho says, taking a step toward Kibum.
“I’m being irrational? For trying to defend myself and putting things out on the table, I am being irrational?”
“Can we talk about this later? Please? Once we get back to my place?”
“So, you can’t do it?” Kibum says, stiffening up. “Even to someone who doesn’t matter, you can’t do it.”
“Kibum.” Minho grits his teeth together.
“Thanks, Minho, but no thanks.” Kibum places the meat and the mayonnaise in the trolley and walks off.
“Where are you going?” Minho asks, striding up to meet with Kibum’s pace.
“I am sorry, Minho-sshi.” Kibum says stoic face and everything. “I don’t want to be your charity case.”
And before Minho can do anything, Kibum’s walked out of the mart.
-
After many messages and calls and voice mails, Minho finds himself ringing Kibum’s doorbell.
“Go away, Minho. I really don’t want to see you right now.” Comes Kibum’s muffled voice.
“Come on, Kibum!” Minho knocks on the door. “You’re going to have to see me sooner or later.”
“Yes. But I don’t want to see you right now.”
“Kibum, open up or I am going to go to Jonghyun and get the spare key and let myself in.”
There is silence for about thirty seconds and Minho’s welcomed by the sounds of Kibum’s stomping footstep and the door being unlocked.
“I hate you.” Kibum says, glaring at Minho and walking away.
Minho chuckles and lets the door shut behind him; “Hey, Kibum.” He walks into the living room and finds Kibum sitting on the sofa, legs pulled up to his chest and pouting at the large screen television.
“What are you doing?” Minho asks.
“What I do every time you break my heart, watch sappy movies and eat chocolates in my pyjamas.”
Minho notices that Kibum’s pyjamas are plain and simple which comes off as a shock to Minho.
“When have I ever broken your heart?” Minho asks, settling next to Kibum and tucking him under his arm.
Kibum makes a noise of protestation but doesn’t move.
“Once when you got married and the second time when you told some slut in a supermarket that I was just some guy you were helping out. I honestly thought you were better than that.”
“Listen, hey, I’m sorry.” Minho says, placing a hand on Kibum’s shoulder. “I mean, it’s really difficult for me.”
“What makes us so different?” Kibum asks softly, looking up to see Minho in the eye. “I was petrified about coming out but this is who we are, Minho. This is what makes you, you. The more you try to pretend you’re straight just because the world wants you to be, you’re just shutting yourself away.”
“But you don’t come from a conservative family- “
“Of course, I do. They’ve disowned me but that only made me want to work harder.”
Minho stares at Kibum’s face for a while before turning away; “Hey,” Kibum calls out. “You and I are not that different. And I get it, I get that you don’t want to come out and that it’s fucking difficult - but don’t let that be the reason why you hurt people around you.”
Minho nods slowly and turns to Kibum; “I’m sorry.” Minho apologizes.
“You know if you weren’t so damned cute, I would have never forgiven you.” Kibum says and leans into Minho and kisses him.
“You know, Jonghyun asked me to stay away from you.” Minho whispers nibbling on Kibum’s lips.
“Oh yeah, why?” Kibum asks, climbing onto Minho’s lap.
“Because he’s seen you break hearts. And he warned me.”
“Not yours, Choi Minho.” Kibum whispers into Minho’s mouth. “You broke mine even before you met me, you’re something else.”
-
Kibum’s single, Never Again is a hit.
Much to everyone’s surprise. Much to Kibum’s surprise.
And the music video too is well received by everyone.
Kibum is really surprised.
“The press conference is in five.” Jonghyun says as Kibum stares at himself in the mirror. “Wow, Jonghyun, I got a hit!”
“Yes, yes you did!” Jonghyun smiles, ear to ear looking at Kibum through his reflection.
“Congratulations, man.”
Kibum smiles, gets off his chair and walks up to Jonghyun; “I don’t know what I would have done with you, man. Thank you.” Kibum says and hugs a shocked Jonghyun.
“Are you high?” Jonghyun asks, sniffing Kibum and the latter laughs. “No, you idiot. I am being serious!”
Jonghyun laughs and pats Kibum on the back; “No need for tears. Boa and Minho are going to be here any minute; we don’t Minho to see you crying”
Kibum laughs airily and sits back on his chair; his first major hit - wow!
The door opens and Minho walks in followed by Boa; they have identical grins on their faces. “Congratulations!” Minho says, opens up his arms and Kibum walks into them for a tight hug. “I am so happy for you!” he says and presses a kiss to Kibum’s temple.
“Thank you.” Kibum smiles into Minho’s shoulders.
“Okay, break it up!” Boa says. “Break it up before I gag.”
“We’re ready for them.” A backstage hand says, popping his head into the room.
Kibum looks at Minho and gives him a brisk nod; “Let’s do this!”
-
They’re all sitting in a row in front of a sea of reporters; there’s the music producer, the composer, the lyricist, Minho and then Kibum.
The conference goes on without any disturbances; Kibum - Key cracks his own silly jokes, the producers praise Kibum’s voice and talent, the composer talks about how this single worked because of its new and catchy tune.
Finally the question comes to Minho; “How was it working with Key?” One of the reporters asks and Minho leans into the mic and starts with his diplomatic answer; he talks about Kibum’s talent, his passion for music, his friendly personality. Mid way, he looks to Kibum next to him and Kibum flashes him a smile; a smile so genuine, it makes Minho’s head go little giddy and he feels those warm fuzzies in his chest again; “…I, uh, honestly - “ Minho looks away from Kibum’s face and turns to the reports and the cameras; “I loved working with this guy, he’s -he’s the best. I love him.” Minho says, smiling all the way. He turns to Kibum; “I love you, Kim Kibum. I think you should move in with me and that we should take our relationship to the next level and make it work.”
And on cue, there comes a roar of questions and flashes go off everywhere and the security guards rush in try and do something about the situation, everyone’s gasping and throwing questions around and Jonghyun and Boa exchange worried glances at each other in the wings and immediately put their phones on silent.
Minho laughs loudly, leans into the mic and says; “Yes, I am gay and my ex-wife caught me in bed with another man. And I think I am a little in love with Kibum. What are you going to do about it?”
This is cue for Jonghyun and Boa to rush and usher the both of them out of the hall and into the backstage dressing room.
“What?!” Boa stares at Minho. “No, seriously what the fuck was that, Choi Minho?!”
Minho smiles, much to Boa’s frustration. “You know very well, Noona.”
Boa’s face drops;
"Call me Noona and I will know you are ready to quit everything. Are we clear, Choi?”
“Have you decided for sure?” Boa asks, smiling lightly.
“I am done and done.” Minho says and turns to a shell shocked Kibum. “So, do you want to move in or should I?”
“I - what, Minho?” Kibum stutters.
“I am going to quit all this. I don’t know what I am doing and this is crazy. I have no plan on what I am going to do next and all I want to know is, are you with me?”
“I am.” Kibum replies without second thoughts and then turns to Jonghyun. “Jonghyun, I - “
“Go.” Jonghyun smiles. “Run. Boa and I will try to hold the press off for a while.”
“Thanks.” Kibum gives Jonghyun a hug and rushes to hold Minho’s hand as they sneak out of the back door.
“What? Choi Minho, what was that?!”
Minho laughs, holds Kibum by the shoulders and kisses him in the middle of the corridor. “I don’t know but I just went with my guts and you told me, this is who I am and I have to be okay with it. And besides, you wanted Krystal to know that I am getting my boyfriend for that drinks and dinner reunion.”
Kibum laughs and holds on to Minho’s shirt and pulls him down for another kiss; “You’re an idiot and I am a little in love with you too. But you’re still a prize assed idiot - but you’re mine so it’s okay.”
They bundle themselves into Minho’s car and Minho grins as he holds onto the wheel; he feels good, he feel fantastic, in fact. Kibum’s buckling himself in and they have no idea what they are going to do but somehow, the both of them are more sure about this than anything else - and it’s all going to be good.
“Ohmygod! Are we going to drive into the sunset?”
“Shut up, Kibum.”
-
a/n:I don’t know I am sorry it’s nearly 5 in the morning here what the fuck is this? Ana you deserve more I love you though. Bye
wc 8864. This fic killed me. I hate minkey. I lie.