A Matter Of Self-Control; Minho/Key
in which Kibum puts Minho's self-control to the test.
Author's Note: based on a request where one of them wants to have sex while the other one refuses (with Minho being the needy one). so taadaaah, here's a drabblish slice of life oneshot for everyone! thanks for clicking your way here and i hope you enjoy the read~ oh oh! and if my calculations serve me right, this is my 100th fic! °˖✧◝(⁰▿⁰)◜✧˖° so thank you dear readers for accompanying me this far. ♥
Kibum is in his room trying on different clothes and choosing his outfit for tomorrow when he hears the door open. He doesn't need to look away from the upper bunk of his bed, where his clothes are piled up, to know who’s coming in though because there is only one person who'll enter his room at this time of the night. Ready to try on his next outfit, Kibum begins unbuttoning his shirt, more than comfortable with going shirtless in front of the intruder who is also known as his boyfriend on days when Kibum is feeling affectionate. Obviously, now is not the time he is in the mood to be affectionate. As he works on the buttons of his shirt, Kibum hears the door close and Minho soon comes to stand behind him, sneaking his hands under the shirt to rest on his naked hips.
“Minho... I can't take off my shirt with you standing so close.” Unhappy that the shirt doesn’t fit as nice as he has hoped it would, Kibum mutters distractedly while shaking his hips in an attempt to get Minho's hands off him.
At his boyfriend's cute wiggle, Minho laughs to himself and takes one hand away from Kibum's hips to help him remove his shirt. Staying silent, Minho even passes the shirt back to Kibum, stretching his hand to the front so Kibum can do what he wants with it.
“Thanks...”
Kibum takes his shirt back and is about to lean forward to fold it back neatly when Minho's hand is back on his hips and holding him in place. The next thing Kibum knows, he feels his boyfriend's lips on his bare shoulder.
Kibum turns back to look at Minho but he finds himself tilting it up the next second when Minho grazes his lips across his shoulder and trails kisses up his neck.
“Minho...?”
“Shhh.” Minho wraps his arms around Kibum’s waist as he brushes his lips lightly against Kibum’s ear.
Upon feeling Minho’s warm breath against the sensitive shell of his ear, Kibum shrinks away and turns in Minho’s arms.
“Not tonight, Min…” Kibum’s hands come to rest on Minho’s chest as he tries but fails to distance himself from his boyfriend who obviously isn’t going to budge any time soon.
“Why not?” Minho ignores Kibum and even leans forward to steal a kiss from him.
“Why yes?” Kibum sighs, resolutely stepping out of Minho’s embrace and quickly grabbing a shirt to put on.
“Because I want you.” Minho simply answers and then emphasises, “Right. Now.”
It doesn’t make a difference to Minho if Kibum has a t-shirt back on because there’s no stopping him from invading Kibum’s personal space once again. Yet, every step Minho takes forward only makes Kibum take a step back. It’s times like this that Kibum remembers how small his room actually is. There’s only that little space for him to stay out of Minho’s reach before his back hits the edge of his dressing table and Minho has him right where he wants him.
“The table can’t handle my weight, Minho.” Kibum warns when Minho comes closer and he ends up leaning his weight on the white table that has seen better days.
“I’ll get you a new one.” Minho simply says with a smirk, all ready to lift Kibum up to sit on the table so he can have his way with his boyfriend.
Kibum shakes his head as he swiftly grabs hold of Minho’s wrists, “No, Minho, No.”
“I’m not Comme Des or Garcons, bum.” Minho states as he attempts to break free from Kibum’s grip, “Don’t talk to me like that.”
“Well, you’re acting like them now.”
“If it means getting some love from you…”
“Minho.” Kibum huffs.
“Kibum.” Minho groans.
A staring match ensues with both Minho and Kibum unwilling to give in. They’re both equally stubborn and Kibum knows how possible it actually is for them to hold this position for the entire night. It’s too bad Kibum has more urgent things to do and doesn’t have the luxury of time (unlike Minho) or else he’ll definitely be able to match that fierce determination of his boyfriend. And so, Kibum decides to put an end to this childish moment of theirs.
“Can you just wait one night?” Kibum negotiates, letting Minho’s wrists go as he places his hands on his boyfriend’s shoulders and gently massages him, “I have a recording to attend tomorrow morning, and I really have to sleep soon but I still haven’t decided what to wear. So please, Minho, not tonight?”
“You have schedules every day this week, bum.” Minho lets out an audible sigh, “You’ll probably say no tomorrow too.”
Knowing there is some truth in what Minho says, Kibum can only remain silent as he bites his bottom lip and looks apologetically at Minho.
Reaching up to lightly squeeze Kibum’s cheek, Minho continues, “What am I supposed to do then when you’re looking so irresistible all the damn time?”
A smile tugs on the corner of Kibum’s lips as he holds up one of Minho’s hand and teasingly suggests, “How about this?”
Taking his hand back, Minho rolls his eyes before he mutters rather defeatedly, “It’s been overworked.”
Kibum bursts out laughing while Minho scowls at him.
“Sorry, sorry.” Kibum apologises and forces himself to be serious, “I didn’t know…”
“You’ve probably been too busy to realise how long it has been since we last…”
Kibum smiles as he reaches out to smooth the frown lines on Minho’s forehead, “You miss me?”
“What do you think?”
“Cute.” Kibum’s smile grows wider.
As his shoulders slump in defeat, Minho runs a hand through his hair and finally steps back, returning Kibum his personal space.
“Forget it.”
Kibum knows that’s Minho’s cue to leave and so he quickly catches hold of his boyfriend’s hand to pull him back.
“Hey…”
Minho looks at him expectantly.
“I do love you, Minho.” Kibum says in one breath before he changes his mind about sharing his feelings with Minho, “So don’t think that my babies are getting more love from me than you… they’re not… I just…”
“I know, bum.” Minho smiles as he lifts Kibum’s hand to his lips and presses a kiss lightly on the back of his hand, “I just picked a bad time, didn’t I?”
Kibum nods slowly and returns a bitter smile to his boyfriend.
“Don’t worry about it.” Minho assures and squeezes Kibum’s hand, “I’ll wait.”
“You sure you’re alright?”
“Yeah.” Minho nods and then points to the door with his free hand, “I guess I’ll head back to my room then.”
“Wait,” Kibum refuses to let Minho go just like that, “Help me pick an outfit?”
Minho raises his eyebrows, “Does that mean I have to see you take off your clothes when you try them on one by one?”
It is then Kibum realises what he is asking of Minho is probably more demanding than it sounds.
“Right…” Understanding that it isn’t the smartest of ideas for Minho to stay, Kibum finally releases Minho’s hand reluctantly, “I guess this is good night then.”
Minho stands still for a moment and takes a good look at his troubled boyfriend who seemed almost desperate for a second opinion on his fashion choices. It’s rare for Kibum to ask for his advice and so, Minho gives a resigned sigh and makes himself comfortable on Kibum’s bed.
“Alright, go try on your first outfit.”
Kibum’s eyes light up in an instant but he doesn’t forget to make sure Minho is 100% ok with this.
“You sure?” Kibum asks with concern, even though he is more than ready to hear Minho’s opinion.
“Mmm.” Minho nods and waves Kibum off, “I’ll just take this as a way to practise self-control.”
“See?” Kibum says with a grin as he quickly pulls off his t-shirt to change into his first outfit before Minho goes back on his word, “Some good will come out of this after all!”
Minho can’t get himself to agree with Kibum though. Especially when his dear boyfriend goes on to take off his pants in the next second and start squeezing himself into a tight pair of jeans…
At this point in time, Minho only knows three things. One, he doesn’t have much self-control. Two, Kibum is a major tease. And three, a cold shower awaits him.
Author's Note: based on a request where one of them wants to have sex while the other one refuses (with Minho being the needy one). so taadaaah, here's a drabblish slice of life oneshot for everyone! thanks for clicking your way here and i hope you enjoy the read~ oh oh! and if my calculations serve me right, this is my 100th fic! °˖✧◝(⁰▿⁰)◜✧˖° so thank you dear readers for accompanying me this far. ♥
Kibum is in his room trying on different clothes and choosing his outfit for tomorrow when he hears the door open. He doesn't need to look away from the upper bunk of his bed, where his clothes are piled up, to know who’s coming in though because there is only one person who'll enter his room at this time of the night. Ready to try on his next outfit, Kibum begins unbuttoning his shirt, more than comfortable with going shirtless in front of the intruder who is also known as his boyfriend on days when Kibum is feeling affectionate. Obviously, now is not the time he is in the mood to be affectionate. As he works on the buttons of his shirt, Kibum hears the door close and Minho soon comes to stand behind him, sneaking his hands under the shirt to rest on his naked hips.
“Minho... I can't take off my shirt with you standing so close.” Unhappy that the shirt doesn’t fit as nice as he has hoped it would, Kibum mutters distractedly while shaking his hips in an attempt to get Minho's hands off him.
At his boyfriend's cute wiggle, Minho laughs to himself and takes one hand away from Kibum's hips to help him remove his shirt. Staying silent, Minho even passes the shirt back to Kibum, stretching his hand to the front so Kibum can do what he wants with it.
“Thanks...”
Kibum takes his shirt back and is about to lean forward to fold it back neatly when Minho's hand is back on his hips and holding him in place. The next thing Kibum knows, he feels his boyfriend's lips on his bare shoulder.
Kibum turns back to look at Minho but he finds himself tilting it up the next second when Minho grazes his lips across his shoulder and trails kisses up his neck.
“Minho...?”
“Shhh.” Minho wraps his arms around Kibum’s waist as he brushes his lips lightly against Kibum’s ear.
Upon feeling Minho’s warm breath against the sensitive shell of his ear, Kibum shrinks away and turns in Minho’s arms.
“Not tonight, Min…” Kibum’s hands come to rest on Minho’s chest as he tries but fails to distance himself from his boyfriend who obviously isn’t going to budge any time soon.
“Why not?” Minho ignores Kibum and even leans forward to steal a kiss from him.
“Why yes?” Kibum sighs, resolutely stepping out of Minho’s embrace and quickly grabbing a shirt to put on.
“Because I want you.” Minho simply answers and then emphasises, “Right. Now.”
It doesn’t make a difference to Minho if Kibum has a t-shirt back on because there’s no stopping him from invading Kibum’s personal space once again. Yet, every step Minho takes forward only makes Kibum take a step back. It’s times like this that Kibum remembers how small his room actually is. There’s only that little space for him to stay out of Minho’s reach before his back hits the edge of his dressing table and Minho has him right where he wants him.
“The table can’t handle my weight, Minho.” Kibum warns when Minho comes closer and he ends up leaning his weight on the white table that has seen better days.
“I’ll get you a new one.” Minho simply says with a smirk, all ready to lift Kibum up to sit on the table so he can have his way with his boyfriend.
Kibum shakes his head as he swiftly grabs hold of Minho’s wrists, “No, Minho, No.”
“I’m not Comme Des or Garcons, bum.” Minho states as he attempts to break free from Kibum’s grip, “Don’t talk to me like that.”
“Well, you’re acting like them now.”
“If it means getting some love from you…”
“Minho.” Kibum huffs.
“Kibum.” Minho groans.
A staring match ensues with both Minho and Kibum unwilling to give in. They’re both equally stubborn and Kibum knows how possible it actually is for them to hold this position for the entire night. It’s too bad Kibum has more urgent things to do and doesn’t have the luxury of time (unlike Minho) or else he’ll definitely be able to match that fierce determination of his boyfriend. And so, Kibum decides to put an end to this childish moment of theirs.
“Can you just wait one night?” Kibum negotiates, letting Minho’s wrists go as he places his hands on his boyfriend’s shoulders and gently massages him, “I have a recording to attend tomorrow morning, and I really have to sleep soon but I still haven’t decided what to wear. So please, Minho, not tonight?”
“You have schedules every day this week, bum.” Minho lets out an audible sigh, “You’ll probably say no tomorrow too.”
Knowing there is some truth in what Minho says, Kibum can only remain silent as he bites his bottom lip and looks apologetically at Minho.
Reaching up to lightly squeeze Kibum’s cheek, Minho continues, “What am I supposed to do then when you’re looking so irresistible all the damn time?”
A smile tugs on the corner of Kibum’s lips as he holds up one of Minho’s hand and teasingly suggests, “How about this?”
Taking his hand back, Minho rolls his eyes before he mutters rather defeatedly, “It’s been overworked.”
Kibum bursts out laughing while Minho scowls at him.
“Sorry, sorry.” Kibum apologises and forces himself to be serious, “I didn’t know…”
“You’ve probably been too busy to realise how long it has been since we last…”
Kibum smiles as he reaches out to smooth the frown lines on Minho’s forehead, “You miss me?”
“What do you think?”
“Cute.” Kibum’s smile grows wider.
As his shoulders slump in defeat, Minho runs a hand through his hair and finally steps back, returning Kibum his personal space.
“Forget it.”
Kibum knows that’s Minho’s cue to leave and so he quickly catches hold of his boyfriend’s hand to pull him back.
“Hey…”
Minho looks at him expectantly.
“I do love you, Minho.” Kibum says in one breath before he changes his mind about sharing his feelings with Minho, “So don’t think that my babies are getting more love from me than you… they’re not… I just…”
“I know, bum.” Minho smiles as he lifts Kibum’s hand to his lips and presses a kiss lightly on the back of his hand, “I just picked a bad time, didn’t I?”
Kibum nods slowly and returns a bitter smile to his boyfriend.
“Don’t worry about it.” Minho assures and squeezes Kibum’s hand, “I’ll wait.”
“You sure you’re alright?”
“Yeah.” Minho nods and then points to the door with his free hand, “I guess I’ll head back to my room then.”
“Wait,” Kibum refuses to let Minho go just like that, “Help me pick an outfit?”
Minho raises his eyebrows, “Does that mean I have to see you take off your clothes when you try them on one by one?”
It is then Kibum realises what he is asking of Minho is probably more demanding than it sounds.
“Right…” Understanding that it isn’t the smartest of ideas for Minho to stay, Kibum finally releases Minho’s hand reluctantly, “I guess this is good night then.”
Minho stands still for a moment and takes a good look at his troubled boyfriend who seemed almost desperate for a second opinion on his fashion choices. It’s rare for Kibum to ask for his advice and so, Minho gives a resigned sigh and makes himself comfortable on Kibum’s bed.
“Alright, go try on your first outfit.”
Kibum’s eyes light up in an instant but he doesn’t forget to make sure Minho is 100% ok with this.
“You sure?” Kibum asks with concern, even though he is more than ready to hear Minho’s opinion.
“Mmm.” Minho nods and waves Kibum off, “I’ll just take this as a way to practise self-control.”
“See?” Kibum says with a grin as he quickly pulls off his t-shirt to change into his first outfit before Minho goes back on his word, “Some good will come out of this after all!”
Minho can’t get himself to agree with Kibum though. Especially when his dear boyfriend goes on to take off his pants in the next second and start squeezing himself into a tight pair of jeans…
At this point in time, Minho only knows three things. One, he doesn’t have much self-control. Two, Kibum is a major tease. And three, a cold shower awaits him.