The Joke's On You; Minho/Key
When neither Key nor Minho knows who has the upper hand anymore.
Inspired by this. Nothing else has to be said. Oh. Right. And minkey needs to take full responsibility for allowing my imagination to run wild. That's all. Enjoy dear readers! Thank you for finding your way here and giving this drabblish oneshot a read.
gif credits to heartmingkey.tumblr.
Kim Kibum had long mastered the art of getting on Choi Minho's nerves. And that was no easy task since the rapper of SHINee had always been rather calm and collected, unaffected by the chaos that always surrounded him in the group, and remained (for the majority of the time they spent together) so infuriatingly nice and accommodating, almost close to being a perfect gentleman. It took time for Kibum to slowly figure Minho out, for Minho himself to open up to his same aged friend, and right now, the blonde could proudly say he knew Minho like the back of his hand.
This explained why there was a logical reason behind why Kibum had left the bathroom door open when he entered it on the pretence of checking his appearance (which, mind you, could actually have been done in his room where there was a full length mirror). Of course, the point behind this was that Kibum knew Minho had the habit of making a trip to the bathroom to check his hair and give it one last comb before they left the dormitory for schedules. And so, them meeting in the bathroom was the best and perhaps the only chance in the day for Kibum to annoy Minho since it was going to be serious business once they stepped out of their dorm. And Kibum wouldn't miss the shot of irritating Minho since the blonde found great joy in being the number one cause of getting his fellow member all frustrated and helpless.
Today was going to be no different. True enough, it only took less than a minute for another image to be reflected in the mirror as Minho joined Kibum in the crammed space of the bathroom looking rather expressionless, almost bored and listless.
“Pass me the comb, Kibum.” Minho requested monotonously.
Yet, even before Minho had asked for Kibum's help, Kibum had already picked the comb off the shelf and passed it to his source of entertainment.
“Thanks.”
Kibum nodded as his eyes crinkled into a smile. It was time to take action.
“So! What do you think, Minho? Don’t I look cute today?”
It was the simplest of all questions but this was exactly what Kibum realised annoyed Minho the most. After trial and error, he had noticed that the rapper was always the most helpless when it particularly came to dealing with situations like this, that is, when Kibum attempted to associate the word “cute” with himself. Kibum simply loved every moment of watching Minho's reactions when he was placed in a situation where he had absolutely no clue how to respond. And just as Kibum expected, Minho froze in his action of combing his fringe and looked straight into Kibum's eyes through the mirror as he slowly lowered his hand from his hair, choosing to discard the comb onto the table. He then let out a sigh and turned his body to face Kibum who was expecting him to get all worked up.
“No Kibum, you don't look cute.”
The smile on Kibum's face instantly disappeared, and in the next moment, his jaw dropped.
“What did you say?”
Minho shrugged innocently. “You know what will make you look cute though?”
“Enlighten me please.” Kibum narrowed his eyes at his chingu.
“Come here.” Minho beckoned, wriggling his finger in a gesture for Kibum to come closer.
Unable to recover from the initial shock that Minho actually answered his question for the very first time instead of letting out a groan and at times a few expletives, Kibum moved forward like he was under a spell and leaned into Minho's personal space. The next thing he knew, he not only got the closest view of Minho's face he had ever seen throughout the six years he had known the other, but more importantly, also felt a firm, warm softness pressed against his lips that honestly lasted too short for Kibum's liking. Before his brain could even formulate the message that he had just been kissed by the Choi Minho he practically grew up with, a dazed Kibum felt said person's hands on his arms as the rapper moved to stand behind him and adjusted his body so that they were both looking directly at the mirror.
“Mmm,” Minho hummed in satisfaction as he spoke directly into Kiibum's ear in a seductively low voice, “You actually look cute now, almost like an apple that I just want to bite you... but I guess I have to wait until we get back home later tonight to get a good taste of you.”
“For now…” Minho smirked and placed a light kiss just below Kibum's ear. “Do well in your schedules today, Bummie.”
With a hint of mockery in his voice, Minho left the bathroom laughing to his heart’s content, very much to Kibum’s displeasure.
Yet, getting back at Minho to vent his anger was the last of his priorities right now. As a sudden rush of cool air cruelly hit him and replaced Minho's soothing warmth, Kibum could only focus on trying to will the blush on his cheeks away as soon as possible. Now that he was the only occupant of the bathroom, it was a wonder how the small space could actually feel this empty all of a sudden. No thanks to Choi Minho, of course.
Kibum couldn't understand what on earth had just transpired in the last few minutes of his life but one thing was for sure, he knew he would get his answer later that night when they returned back to the dorm after schedules. And the blonde had a strong feeling that he was going to like what was going to happen. Call it intuition or whatever but something was assuring Kibum that he was about to find new ways to frustrate Minho on a whole new level.