A Friendly Reminder; Minho/Key
in which Minho reminds Kibum he loves him, and only him.
Author's Note: written for this prompt - a minkey based around the words “butthead” and “only you”. inspired by 2014 SMTOWN Halloween Party~ well, this was rather random. the photos came at just the right time so poof! here's a huge amount of fluff for you! thanks for clicking your way here and i hope you'll enjoy the read. ^^♥
If there’s one thing in the world Minho can’t decide if he loves or hates, it has got to be a drunk Kibum.
At this exact moment though, Minho hates it. He has seen Kibum drunk before, plenty of times actually, considering how much his boyfriend loves his alcohol and loves partying even more. Minho has dealt with most, if not all, of his drunken antics - some he loves, some he absolutely detests - and even stayed up for 15 hours once before just to take care of Kibum. Yet even with all that experience, Minho is currently at his wits’ end. He doesn’t think this is the most intoxicated Kibum has ever been but he knows that it isn’t just the alcohol working this time round. It seems to Minho that his dear boyfriend is throwing a tantrum as well. Why, he doesn’t know, but Minho is sure he’ll soon find out.
They’re back at the dorm (just three of them including Jinki) at god knows what hour, having partied way into the wee hours of the morning. Barely keeping his eyes open, Jinki doesn’t bother offering any help once they reach home and has gone straight into his room to become one with his bed. Minho doesn’t know how long he has been battling with Kibum but he’s quickly losing his patience especially since he isn’t in the best of states either. Having had a couple of drinks himself, Minho hardly has the energy to deal with Kibum who, if he may point out, is being the most difficult he has ever been in his arms.
“Come on, Kibum, work with me, will you?” Minho tries to direct Kibum into his room but Kibum has other intentions.
Laughing hysterically, Kibum shakes off Minho’s grip on him for what seems like the fiftieth time that night and stumbles further into the living room, falling straight onto the sofa.
Minho knows Kibum is murmuring something but he can’t make out the words since his boyfriend’s face is squashed against the couch. Sighing, Minho decides that the first thing he should do is peel off the fake scars and wipe the white paint off Kibum’s face.
With no time to change out of his own costume, Minho heads straight into Kibum’s room to grab the makeup remover as well as a handful of cotton pads from his dresser and returns to the living room in no time. Thank god for Minho, Kibum has quietened down by then and seems to be dozing off. Even with his hands full, Minho easily hooks his arms under Kibum’s shoulders and pulls his boyfriend up, lying him against his own chest between his legs so he can keep Kibum still while he cleans his face.
“You’re a handful, you know that?” Minho asks even though he knows he’ll get no answer as he soaks a cotton pad with makeup remover and begins cleaning Kibum’s face.
It’s silent for a few moments as Minho focuses on the task at hand until Kibum starts sobbing. Minho feels it first, feels teardrops on his fingers but he brushes it off, thinking Kibum’s eyes are simply tearing, perhaps sensitive to the makeup remover. It’s only until he hears the sniffing and gasping that Minho realises that Kibum is crying. Most of the white paint has been removed but now there are tear tracks that stain Kibum’s face.
“Kibummie?”
Minho is more than confused as he throws the used cotton pads aside and quickly shifts Kibum around in his arms so he can see his face properly.
Upon hearing his name, Kibum pushes Minho away and begins throwing punches at his chest.
“Butthead.” With every punch, Kibum repeats the noun louder and louder, “Butthead. Butthead. Butthead. Buttheaaaad. Buuuuutt... head."
By his fifth punch, Kibum loses his rhythm along with the energy in his voice, seemingly growing tired of punching Minho. True enough, he stops and closes his fists around the lapels of Minho’s blue oversized blazer instead, huffing and glaring at Minho as hard as he can.
“Who, Me?” So confused by Kibum’s sudden mood swing, Minho doesn’t even attempt to defend himself against Kibum’s weak punches, “What did I even do?”
“Minho is…” Kibum mumbles as he drops his head against Minho’s chest and rests his forehead there for a bit, “-an ass.”
Minho is at a loss for words.
All is calm for a few seconds before Kibum suddenly moves again, this time continuously knocking his head against Minho’s chest as he groans, “Choi Minho... is too perfect.”
“Kibum, stop. Doesn’t your head hurt enough?”
Smiling defeatedly, Minho cups Kibum’s face in his hands and takes a good look at his boyfriend. Kibum looks like a mess - a hot one though, Minho admits. His lips are pursed and begging to be kissed, the remnants of the dark lipstick painted on the central area of his lips which accentuates Kibum’s Cupid's bow tempts Minho even more, but Minho can’t ignore the sadness he sees in Kibum’s eyes.
“What is it, Bum?” Minho asks as his thumbs brush Kibum’s cheeks soothingly, “You always say I’m stupid so you have to tell me or else I’ll-...”
“I won’t be enough for you right?” Kibum asks but doesn’t expect an answer, looking crestfallen as he thinks out loud, “You’ll leave me one day for someone better...”
It’s always easier to get Kibum to talk when he’s drunk. Minho loves how honest and obedient Kibum is then but it’s times like now when he rather not hear the silly thoughts that run through Kibum’s mind.
“What makes you think that?” Minho frowns, “I would never-”
“You’re so caring, so nice, so friendly, so ridiculously good looking… eveninthiskiddycostume but-” Kibum pauses to take a deep breath before he continues rambling, “-everything about you is just perfect… Everyone loves you… Everyone wants a piece of you and you can have anyone you want but you-”
“Only want you.” Minho finishes for Kibum, “Only you. No one else.”
“Stay away from everyone else then.” Kibum mutters pleadingly as he takes Minho’s hand away from his face and holds them tightly, “Don’t let them come near you…”
Is this what it’s all about? Kibum hasn’t said much but Minho finally understands the reason behind his tantrum. He must have had spent too much time with his hyung and noona-deul at the party, possibly even getting overfriendly with them that he ended up neglecting Kibum and giving him every right to be jealous. What’s worse, if Minho is to be honest, this isn’t even the first time it has happened. Kibum probably has put up with this for a tad too long that it makes sense for him to have an outburst now.
Minho’s heart aches with Kibum so insecure, so fragile like this. Has he not done enough to show Kibum how much he actually loves him?
“Kibum ah, I’m sorry, I shouldn’t-”
Minho doesn’t get to finish his sentence because Kibum suddenly throws himself forward which causes the both of them to fall onto the sofa.
What happens next throws Minho off balance.
“Minho yah…” Kibum giggles as he sits on Minho’s stomach, holding himself steady with his hands on Minho’s shoulders, “You’re so cute. Kibummie loves you.”
Now this is one drunken antic of Kibum’s that Minho loves. His aegyo has always been irresistible. However, as much as Minho is enjoying the moment, the change is too sudden that Minho has a sneaking suspicion Kibum is not as drunk as he assumes he is. He doesn’t bring it up though because honestly, it really doesn’t matter. Drunk or sober, it makes no difference.
“I love you too.” Minho says, sitting up the same time he pulls Kibum down for a kiss, “Only you. Remember that alright?”
Kibum smiles and leans forward, wanting to continue the kiss, but Minho stops him.
“Wait.” Minho laughs as he takes off his glasses and explains when Kibum gives him a puzzled expression, “So I can kiss you better.”
“But you look hot with it…” Kibum pouts, catching hold of Minho’s wrist before he can put the glasses aside.
“Just like how you look hot in your costume, but that will have to be taken off sooner or later too.” Minho smirks.
Kibum looks away, a tinge of red appearing on his cheeks.
“Why are you blushing, Bum?” Minho asks with every intention to tease, “You mean you shower with your clothes on?”
Kibum hits Minho hard but not enough to hurt, “You’re annoying.”
“So I’m not only caring to you, but I’m also nice, friendly, good looking, perfect and now, annoying?”
After listing out all of the adjectives Kibum has used to describe him tonight, something suddenly clicks in Minho’s head.
“Ah, does this mean I’m everything to you?”
Minho’s smile is so bright that Kibum can’t help but feel happy as well. And so, he doesn’t deny. Nor does he give Minho an answer. Instead, Kibum moves off Minho, stumbling a little as his feet land on the floor.
Once he steadies himself, Kibum points to the direction of the bathroom and announces, “Time to shower.”
“Do you need help?” Sitting up, Minho asks sincerely, worried that Kibum might just slip since the alcohol is clearly still messing with his sense of balance.
“Maybe…” Is all Kibum leaves him with as he makes his way towards the bathroom.
Without even contemplating, Minho takes that as a yes and hurries after Kibum.
Not bad for a day in the life of a detective, Minho thinks as he watches Kibum strip, it looks like he has discovered at least one benefit of getting drunk.