Think Before You Cheat; Minho/Key
in which Minho doesn't have the intention to cheat but still gets caught.
Author's Note: for this prompt~ i had fun writing this, and went a little crazy towards the end. lol hope you lovely readers would enjoy the read too~ ^^
“So... I was thinking...”
Accompanied with a soft sultry voice, a bare foot slowly creeps up his leg and Minho is just about ready to leap out of his chair if not for the slight malfunction in his brain. Instead, he doesn’t move an inch, stays rooted in his seat, looking a picture of calm but god knows he’s anything but. It’s a bare table and nothing except, perhaps Minho’s right leg and the low level of lighting, is hiding what is happening under the table. In contrast to the relaxed stance of the lady sitting opposite him, Minho’s whole body is tense and he can even feel cold sweat running down his back. Glancing at the time on his watch, Minho thinks the minute hand has never moved slower.
“Maybe we could head to my place after?”
With a bright smile, his date for the night rests her chin on her hand and gazes at him seductively as she waits for his answer.
Minho forces a polite smile on his face, his mind completely unable to come up with a smart reply when the foot is moving so close to his crotch. It’s just so bloody hard to think when he’s panicking and trying so hard not to flip the table, hoping not to cause a scene at a busy restaurant.
Oh no, Minho curses in his mind, his whole body now frozen, there it is.
The darn foot has finally reached its destination and is now gently resting against his inner thigh. When he feels toes lightly but boldly stroking his manhood, Minho’s smile turns awkward and he discreetly scoots as far back as he can in his seat. It doesn’t help much though since he is pretty much trapped, only having the space to move a few centimetres back.
“How does that sound, gorgeous?”
Finding his throat dry, Minho gulps and wets his lips, deciding it is better if he says something, just anything to stop the toes from rubbing his most sensitive area.
“I...” Minho clears his throat and mutters just one word but it’s enough for the lady to widen her eyes innocently at him.
Minho almost scoffs at her reaction when she’s obviously the complete opposite of innocent considering what’s going on under the table.
It’s a pity he can’t since he’s still pathetically trying to recover his ability to speak and stutter a polite answer to turn her down.
“Look, I think... We should-”
“Minho?”
When a third voice suddenly joins their conversation, Minho wants to thank the heavens for saving him. However, he finds himself hesitating. Minho recognizes the voice; in fact, he is so familiar with the voice that he could recognize it by just a single sound. That’s exactly why he realises there’s nothing worth celebrating because the voice belongs to the last person he wants to meet right now.
“What are you doing here?”
That’s the same question Minho wants to ask the person. He curses under his breath and braces himself for what’s about to come. Looking towards the direction of the voice, Minho meets a pair of familiar eyes filled with a kind of anger he hasn’t seen for the longest time.
“Choi Minho, you... could it be... are you cheating on me?!!”
Before Minho can even answer the question, cold water comes splashing on his face like a slap across his cheek. Water drips from his face and soaks his shirt but Minho couldn’t care less. He immediately stands up and tries to stop the person from leaving, catching him by his arm.
“Kibum, wait-”
“You’re despicable.”
Throwing that sentence behind, Kibum easily pulls his arm out of his grip and storms out of the restaurant. If it isn’t for the manners his mother has taught him and the athletic genes from his father, Minho wouldn’t have wasted precious time just to turn back and apologize to the lady before he leaves. But he does and instantly, he regrets it because the lady who has just recovered from her shock shoots him the dirtiest look ever.
“You’re disgusting.”
Deciding that she’s not even worth his time for an explanation, Minho doesn’t say anything else and heads out of the restaurant without looking back.
Even though he’s delayed by a couple of seconds, Minho still easily spots Kibum a short distance away from the entrance of the restaurant and quickly catches up to him.
“Kibum!” Minho calls out just before he manages to come in front of Kibum and block his path, “I can explain.”
With his hands securely on either side of Kibum’s arms, Minho stops his boyfriend from walking and brings him to the side of the street.
“Baby, please, I-”
Minho finds the words stuck in his throat the moment he properly looks at Kibum and notices the smile that is tugging on the corner of Kibum’s lips.
“Are you... smiling?” Minho stupidly asks, hands slowly sliding off Kibum’s arms.
In the next second, Kibum lets out a laugh that leaves Minho completely confused.
“What the hell is going on?”
Kibum shrugs as he takes a handkerchief out of his back pocket and attempts to dry Minho.
“Lucky I brought this along with me...” Kibum mumbles to himself as he wipes Minho’s face first before drying Minho’s damp fringe, “I wasn’t sure if there was going to be water on the table so I-”
“Stop, stop, stop.” Minho demands as he holds Kibum’s wrist in place, “Rewind and tell me what on earth just happened.”
Taking his hand out of Minho’s grip, Kibum pokes his boyfriend on his chest and shoots a question back at him, “How about you tell me why you kept this matchmaking session a secret from me first?”
Minho frowns, “I didn’t think it was a big deal, Bum.”
“That’s precisely why you should have told me.” Kibum huffs, continuing to wipe Minho dry without being as gentle as before, “Now I’m angry because you lied to me. It’s funny that your mother called our apartment to check if you went for the date though... I took it as a sign to come have a look and maybe entertain myself…”
“Is that why you threw the glass of water at me?” Minho asks disbelievingly.
“That...” Keeping the handkerchief back into his pocket, Kibum admits, “And because I’m nice and decided to save you from that bitch.”
“Kibum.” Minho frowns at his choice of word.
“I know what was going on under that table.” Kibum crosses his arms as he then asks with a smile that causes Minho’s hair to stand, “Did you enjoy the foot job, Choi Minho?”
“Are you kidding me?” Minho literally shivers, “That was the scariest moment of my life.”
“That unpleasant huh?” Kibum smirks.
Minho shakes his head, “Unpleasant is an understatement.”
“Aww... Poor baby.” Kibum coos as he touches Minho’s face gently, “You must be scarred for life.”
Minho catches hold of Kibum’s hand, bringing their interlocked hands back down to their sides, and swings it lightly.
“Help me recover from tonight?”
“No.” Kibum throws another round of cold water on Minho, this time in the literal sense, “You deserve to suffer.”
“I was molested, Kibum.” Minho says in all seriousness, “Plus I’m all wet from that glass of water you threw on me. Don’t I deserve some love?”
“You’re exaggerating.”
As if on cue, Minho sneezes just after Kibum finishes speaking.
“See?” Sniffing, Minho points at his nose, “I’m not joking.”
Kibum frowns, “We should get home then.”
“That…” Minho agrees before he goes on to add, “And you’ll have to warm me up too.”
Kibum softens up as he reaches out and feels how cold Minho’s shirt is.
“Alright alright, I’ll prepare a warm bath for you. Happy?”
“That depends…” Minho considers Kibum’s idea for a quick second, “Will you be inside?”
“Minho.”
“You’re the one who threw water on me.”
“If I get in the bath with you, will you stop harping on that?”
Minho nods.
“Alright, deal.” Kibum decides, “Let’s get back to our place then, gorgeous.”
Minho frowns, “Exactly how long were you spying on me?”
Kibum simply smiles as he takes a step towards Minho and closes the distance between them. Just when their lips are about to touch, Kibum stops; and in the next moment, Minho feels his boyfriend’s hand on his crotch.
Minho’s eyes widen at the same time Kibum smirks at him.
“Long enough to know that this…” Kibum pats his crotch lightly, “-only responds to me.”
Author's Note: for this prompt~ i had fun writing this, and went a little crazy towards the end. lol hope you lovely readers would enjoy the read too~ ^^
“So... I was thinking...”
Accompanied with a soft sultry voice, a bare foot slowly creeps up his leg and Minho is just about ready to leap out of his chair if not for the slight malfunction in his brain. Instead, he doesn’t move an inch, stays rooted in his seat, looking a picture of calm but god knows he’s anything but. It’s a bare table and nothing except, perhaps Minho’s right leg and the low level of lighting, is hiding what is happening under the table. In contrast to the relaxed stance of the lady sitting opposite him, Minho’s whole body is tense and he can even feel cold sweat running down his back. Glancing at the time on his watch, Minho thinks the minute hand has never moved slower.
“Maybe we could head to my place after?”
With a bright smile, his date for the night rests her chin on her hand and gazes at him seductively as she waits for his answer.
Minho forces a polite smile on his face, his mind completely unable to come up with a smart reply when the foot is moving so close to his crotch. It’s just so bloody hard to think when he’s panicking and trying so hard not to flip the table, hoping not to cause a scene at a busy restaurant.
Oh no, Minho curses in his mind, his whole body now frozen, there it is.
The darn foot has finally reached its destination and is now gently resting against his inner thigh. When he feels toes lightly but boldly stroking his manhood, Minho’s smile turns awkward and he discreetly scoots as far back as he can in his seat. It doesn’t help much though since he is pretty much trapped, only having the space to move a few centimetres back.
“How does that sound, gorgeous?”
Finding his throat dry, Minho gulps and wets his lips, deciding it is better if he says something, just anything to stop the toes from rubbing his most sensitive area.
“I...” Minho clears his throat and mutters just one word but it’s enough for the lady to widen her eyes innocently at him.
Minho almost scoffs at her reaction when she’s obviously the complete opposite of innocent considering what’s going on under the table.
It’s a pity he can’t since he’s still pathetically trying to recover his ability to speak and stutter a polite answer to turn her down.
“Look, I think... We should-”
“Minho?”
When a third voice suddenly joins their conversation, Minho wants to thank the heavens for saving him. However, he finds himself hesitating. Minho recognizes the voice; in fact, he is so familiar with the voice that he could recognize it by just a single sound. That’s exactly why he realises there’s nothing worth celebrating because the voice belongs to the last person he wants to meet right now.
“What are you doing here?”
That’s the same question Minho wants to ask the person. He curses under his breath and braces himself for what’s about to come. Looking towards the direction of the voice, Minho meets a pair of familiar eyes filled with a kind of anger he hasn’t seen for the longest time.
“Choi Minho, you... could it be... are you cheating on me?!!”
Before Minho can even answer the question, cold water comes splashing on his face like a slap across his cheek. Water drips from his face and soaks his shirt but Minho couldn’t care less. He immediately stands up and tries to stop the person from leaving, catching him by his arm.
“Kibum, wait-”
“You’re despicable.”
Throwing that sentence behind, Kibum easily pulls his arm out of his grip and storms out of the restaurant. If it isn’t for the manners his mother has taught him and the athletic genes from his father, Minho wouldn’t have wasted precious time just to turn back and apologize to the lady before he leaves. But he does and instantly, he regrets it because the lady who has just recovered from her shock shoots him the dirtiest look ever.
“You’re disgusting.”
Deciding that she’s not even worth his time for an explanation, Minho doesn’t say anything else and heads out of the restaurant without looking back.
Even though he’s delayed by a couple of seconds, Minho still easily spots Kibum a short distance away from the entrance of the restaurant and quickly catches up to him.
“Kibum!” Minho calls out just before he manages to come in front of Kibum and block his path, “I can explain.”
With his hands securely on either side of Kibum’s arms, Minho stops his boyfriend from walking and brings him to the side of the street.
“Baby, please, I-”
Minho finds the words stuck in his throat the moment he properly looks at Kibum and notices the smile that is tugging on the corner of Kibum’s lips.
“Are you... smiling?” Minho stupidly asks, hands slowly sliding off Kibum’s arms.
In the next second, Kibum lets out a laugh that leaves Minho completely confused.
“What the hell is going on?”
Kibum shrugs as he takes a handkerchief out of his back pocket and attempts to dry Minho.
“Lucky I brought this along with me...” Kibum mumbles to himself as he wipes Minho’s face first before drying Minho’s damp fringe, “I wasn’t sure if there was going to be water on the table so I-”
“Stop, stop, stop.” Minho demands as he holds Kibum’s wrist in place, “Rewind and tell me what on earth just happened.”
Taking his hand out of Minho’s grip, Kibum pokes his boyfriend on his chest and shoots a question back at him, “How about you tell me why you kept this matchmaking session a secret from me first?”
Minho frowns, “I didn’t think it was a big deal, Bum.”
“That’s precisely why you should have told me.” Kibum huffs, continuing to wipe Minho dry without being as gentle as before, “Now I’m angry because you lied to me. It’s funny that your mother called our apartment to check if you went for the date though... I took it as a sign to come have a look and maybe entertain myself…”
“Is that why you threw the glass of water at me?” Minho asks disbelievingly.
“That...” Keeping the handkerchief back into his pocket, Kibum admits, “And because I’m nice and decided to save you from that bitch.”
“Kibum.” Minho frowns at his choice of word.
“I know what was going on under that table.” Kibum crosses his arms as he then asks with a smile that causes Minho’s hair to stand, “Did you enjoy the foot job, Choi Minho?”
“Are you kidding me?” Minho literally shivers, “That was the scariest moment of my life.”
“That unpleasant huh?” Kibum smirks.
Minho shakes his head, “Unpleasant is an understatement.”
“Aww... Poor baby.” Kibum coos as he touches Minho’s face gently, “You must be scarred for life.”
Minho catches hold of Kibum’s hand, bringing their interlocked hands back down to their sides, and swings it lightly.
“Help me recover from tonight?”
“No.” Kibum throws another round of cold water on Minho, this time in the literal sense, “You deserve to suffer.”
“I was molested, Kibum.” Minho says in all seriousness, “Plus I’m all wet from that glass of water you threw on me. Don’t I deserve some love?”
“You’re exaggerating.”
As if on cue, Minho sneezes just after Kibum finishes speaking.
“See?” Sniffing, Minho points at his nose, “I’m not joking.”
Kibum frowns, “We should get home then.”
“That…” Minho agrees before he goes on to add, “And you’ll have to warm me up too.”
Kibum softens up as he reaches out and feels how cold Minho’s shirt is.
“Alright alright, I’ll prepare a warm bath for you. Happy?”
“That depends…” Minho considers Kibum’s idea for a quick second, “Will you be inside?”
“Minho.”
“You’re the one who threw water on me.”
“If I get in the bath with you, will you stop harping on that?”
Minho nods.
“Alright, deal.” Kibum decides, “Let’s get back to our place then, gorgeous.”
Minho frowns, “Exactly how long were you spying on me?”
Kibum simply smiles as he takes a step towards Minho and closes the distance between them. Just when their lips are about to touch, Kibum stops; and in the next moment, Minho feels his boyfriend’s hand on his crotch.
Minho’s eyes widen at the same time Kibum smirks at him.
“Long enough to know that this…” Kibum pats his crotch lightly, “-only responds to me.”