That Hurts
That Hurts
Pairing: Minkey
Rating: PG
Genre: OTL
Word Count: 353
Summary: Key doesn't want to be just a classmate anymore.
"That hurts Minho," he says as soon as they're alone.
Minho rubs his forehead, not ready for Kibum to start whining this early yet. "What hurts?" he asks, not recalling doing anything to have hurt Kibum in the last twenty four hours. Or ever, if he's being honest.
"'A not-date with a high-maintenance classmate,'" he says, slim fingers coming up to make angry quotes in the air. "Do you know why this makes me angry Minho?"
"Enlighten me," he says, rolling his eyes. Trust Kibum to overreact to anything.
"First of all, I'm not 'high-maintenance,'"-Minho rolls his eyes again,-"and secondly, classmate?" he asks, sounding like the word offends him.
"Yeah?" Minho asks, confused. "You're a classmate."
"I thought we were friends Minho," he says, scowling.
Minho pushes Kibum into the wall, slapping his hand against the plaster so hard that the shorter boy flinches. "You can't pull shit like this Kibum," he says, voice so angry it sounds calm.
"Pull what shit?" he spits, trying to push Minho away.
"'We're not friends Minho,'" he quotes, gritting his teeth. "'We got stuck in a project together and I was forced to 'make nice' with you. I wasn't drawn to you because I liked you. We're classmates, and nothing more.'"
Kibum's eyes are on the floor, and the tip of his nose is just a little bit red. Minho wonders if he's going to cry.
"You're an asshole Minho," he finally says, breath hitching. "I already apologized for that last year."
"In your head maybe, but you never said it to my face."
"Well I take it back, okay?!" he shouts, slapping at Minho until he backs away.
That shouldn't make Minho feel as good as it does, but as it is, he can't help the small grin. "Okay," he agrees, patting Kibum's shoulder harder than he should and laughing when he tries to catch his balance.
"You're an asshole Minho," he repeats, glaring.
"Come on princess," Minho laughs, grabbing Kibum's backpack and carrying it for him-he knows he'll just hand it over later anyway.
"I hate you."
"I love you too."
Pairing: Minkey
Rating: PG
Genre: OTL
Word Count: 353
Summary: Key doesn't want to be just a classmate anymore.
"That hurts Minho," he says as soon as they're alone.
Minho rubs his forehead, not ready for Kibum to start whining this early yet. "What hurts?" he asks, not recalling doing anything to have hurt Kibum in the last twenty four hours. Or ever, if he's being honest.
"'A not-date with a high-maintenance classmate,'" he says, slim fingers coming up to make angry quotes in the air. "Do you know why this makes me angry Minho?"
"Enlighten me," he says, rolling his eyes. Trust Kibum to overreact to anything.
"First of all, I'm not 'high-maintenance,'"-Minho rolls his eyes again,-"and secondly, classmate?" he asks, sounding like the word offends him.
"Yeah?" Minho asks, confused. "You're a classmate."
"I thought we were friends Minho," he says, scowling.
Minho pushes Kibum into the wall, slapping his hand against the plaster so hard that the shorter boy flinches. "You can't pull shit like this Kibum," he says, voice so angry it sounds calm.
"Pull what shit?" he spits, trying to push Minho away.
"'We're not friends Minho,'" he quotes, gritting his teeth. "'We got stuck in a project together and I was forced to 'make nice' with you. I wasn't drawn to you because I liked you. We're classmates, and nothing more.'"
Kibum's eyes are on the floor, and the tip of his nose is just a little bit red. Minho wonders if he's going to cry.
"You're an asshole Minho," he finally says, breath hitching. "I already apologized for that last year."
"In your head maybe, but you never said it to my face."
"Well I take it back, okay?!" he shouts, slapping at Minho until he backs away.
That shouldn't make Minho feel as good as it does, but as it is, he can't help the small grin. "Okay," he agrees, patting Kibum's shoulder harder than he should and laughing when he tries to catch his balance.
"You're an asshole Minho," he repeats, glaring.
"Come on princess," Minho laughs, grabbing Kibum's backpack and carrying it for him-he knows he'll just hand it over later anyway.
"I hate you."
"I love you too."