Just Us, Together, Tonight; Minho/Key
A slice of life minkey oneshot in which Minho comes home to spend the night with Kibum.
Author's Note: A somewhat plotless oneshot, no drama, no angst, just a day (or rather, a night) in the life of my favourite OTP. You can expect fluff though. ;) Written because i miss Minho when he isn't with the boys and because i trust Kibum misses him too. This really is a simple story but i hope you guys will read it! Enjoy! ^^
Kim Kibum had always been a light sleeper. If you so much as make a single noise within his hearing distance, Kibum would open his eyes in a heartbeat as if he had just blinked. It would have come as no surprise then that feeling the bed dip behind him had caused Kibum to stir in his sleep.
Besides, being a light sleeper had its benefits, although only a few. Like now, for instance, he was waking up to the feeling of a sudden warmth embracing him from behind. And without even having to turn back or turn on the lights, Kibum knew exactly who it was. With his eyes still closed, a smile split across his face as he then felt a strong arm wrap around his waist to hug him even closer.
“You're back.” Kibum murmured as he comfortably leaned back into the warmth and familiar scent surrounding him, fitting his body perfectly against the body behind his like a key to a lock.
At the same time, Kibum felt a kiss so soft that it felt like a tickle on his neck before the same lips curved into a smile against his skin.
“I'm back.” The voice repeated, speaking into his ear; a voice so low, sexy and a little rough that it could only belong to Choi Minho.
“Mmm.” Kibum hummed in satisfaction, pleased that Minho was finally back home and also satisfied because he loved the magic his boyfriend could create with his lips, as he felt Minho nestle his head into the crook of his neck before peppering his skin with more kisses.
“How was filming today?” Key arched his neck to give Minho more access to create those little moments of magic on his skin.
“Good.” The answer came in between kisses.
“Tired?”
“Not so much now that I'm lying here with you.” Minho replied as he closed his eyes and rested his forehead against Kibum's bare shoulder.
“What time is it?”
“Almost 2 but we have enough time...” Minho's hand slipped under Kibum's black singlet to caress his flat, smooth stomach; his action definitely speaking louder than words.
Kibum instantly caught hold of Minho's wandering hand and held it in place. “You finally come home and the first thing you want from me is sex.”
“What can I say? I've been Kibum deprived.” Minho held back a chuckle while he placed his hand on top of Kibum's instead and intertwined his fingers with his, their hands still under Kibum's clothes.
Kibum rolled his eyes, lightly nudging Minho in his ribs. “Choi Minho, you're just horny.”
“Come on Kibummie, I know you miss me too.”
“I'm not denying that but your point is?”
“We haven't in ages.” Minho complained and then reasoned. “And now, we finally have some time to be together... and on a proper bed too, if I can point out, so that's why I'm asking.”
“But I like how we are now.” Kibum simply said, even pouting because Minho couldn't see him.
Minho laughed, placing a kiss on Kibum's shoulder. “Alright, you like cuddling... I get it. I guess we'll just stay like this then.”
“You're giving up just like that?” Kibum asked, surprise evident in his voice.
Minho smiled. “I don't always have to win, Kibum.”
“Who are you and what have you done to Minho?” Kibum peeked over his shoulder as if making sure it was Minho behind him.
“I'm just happy I get to sleep with you tonight.” Minho sighed, contented that he had Kibum in his arms tonight.
With Minho's words as a reminder, Kibum frowned at the reality that they had to face sooner or later. “When do you have to go back?”
“Tomorrow... in the afternoon.”
“What?! You might as well not come back.” Kibum huffed, frustrated that reality was going to arrive so soon.
“Would you rather that?” Minho asked.
Kibum fell silent, grumbling under his breath words Minho couldn't make out but could roughly guess what they were. Something along the lines of 'You obviously know I rather you be back than away'. And Minho knew he was right when Kibum moved away so he could finally turn his body around to face him in the dark.
“I have a schedule in the early afternoon.” Kibum stated, meeting Minho's eyes and reaching out to touch Minho's face.
Minho smiled bitterly. “I know.”
“It sucks being in the same band and yet we've hardly been spending time together.”
“I know.”
“I hate that you aren't around.”
“I know.”
“I have to cover all your stupid rap lines.”
“I know.”
“Onew hyung has to jump over me and god knows how I fear for my life every time we perform.”
“I know.”
“There's no one for me to lean on when I laugh.”
“I know.”
“I have nobody to share secrets with on stage.”
“I know.”
“And off stage, I finally get some free time but I have no one to visit cafés or go shopping with.”
“I know.”
“I also don't have anyone to sleep with at night.”
“I know.”
“Because my boyfriend is busy doing what he does best... portraying a hetero male who is in reality so gay for me.”
Minho suppressed a laugh. “I know.”
“Can't you say something else besides 'I know'?”
“I love you.”
“Sweet nothings don't work on me.” Rolling his eyes, Kibum pushed Minho on his chest.
“Really? Then how did we get together?” Minho asked teasingly as he remembered it was his cliché confession that had got them where they were now.
Kibum groaned. “I feel like I'm losing half my life every time I have to deal with you.”
“But you still love me... and miss me so much when I'm not around.” Minho smiled so brightly that Kibum could even see it in the dark.
“Don't remind me that you're hardly around nowadays because you're off being a handsome actor.”
“Are you saying I'm handsome?”
“Well, obviously you have to be of some standard if you're dating me.” Patting Minho's cheek softly, Kibum replied with an air of conceitedness that Minho knew he was purposely exaggerating.
“Of course, my almighty Key.”
At their childish act, both Minho and Kibum shared a laugh with each other. When their laughter died down, Minho let out a breath and shifted his body closer to Kibum, placing his arm back around his boyfriend's waist and pulling him closer until their foreheads were against each other.
“I miss this.”
“I know.”
“I can't even remember the last time we just lay in bed and talked.”
“I know.”
“I miss you, Kibum.”
“I know.”
“I hate that filming keeps me away from you, from SHINee.”
“I know.”
“But I love acting.”
“I know.”
“And I love you too.” Minho closed the distance and pressed his lips to Kibum's.
“I know.”
“Now's the time you could say something other than 'I know', Kibum.”
“Why should I tell you something you already know?”
“Because I want you to.”
“You're demanding.”
“If I was, we wouldn't be talking right now.”
“Oh?”
“We would be having sex.”
“Right.”
“So?”
“Good night Minho.” Kibum's lips curled up into a playful smirk as he closed his eyes and prepared to go back to sleep.
“Kibum...”
“I'll make breakfast for you later.”
“And?”
“Maybe I'll be in the mood for some morning sex.”
“Wha-”
“And if you're lucky, you'll get to hear me say I love you.” Kibum mumbled just before he felt like he was about to fall asleep.
Minho smirked. “I just did.”
Kibum's eyes flew open. “You idiot. That doesn't count.”
“I don't care.” Minho rebutted childishly before he fluffed up his pillow and turned to lie on his back. “Good night Kibum.”
Annoyed by the smug look on his boyfriend's face, Kibum groaned and used his legs to push Minho off the bed. “Get out of my room, Choi Minho.”
Minho, of course, resisted, catching hold of Kibum's legs, as he opened his eyes and stared at his boyfriend incredulously. “Kibum.”
“What?!” Kibum snapped while he tried to shake Minho's hands off his calves.
“This is my room.”
Kibum froze. It was as if time had stopped that very moment when he suddenly realised he was indeed in Minho's room since earlier that night, he decided Minho's bed would be more comfortable instead. Well, this was embarrassing. After just solely blinking at each other for a moment or two, Minho's face contorted into a look of pure amusement while Kibum could only bury his face into the pillow and pull the blanket up to cover the rest of his face, pretending that the last few minutes of his life did not happen.
Minho bit back a laugh and attempted to make things a little better for Kibum. “It's okay, Kibum, what's mine is yours.”
Kibum moaned into his pillow. “Let's just sleep, please.”
Minho smiled and kissed Kibum on the top of his head. “Night, baby.”
“Mmm. Night.” Came Kibum's reply to end their conversation.
Although it was a good night for now, Minho was already looking forward to what morning would be bring - breakfast in bed, Kibum for dessert and an 'I love you' as the icing on the cake.
Author's Note: A somewhat plotless oneshot, no drama, no angst, just a day (or rather, a night) in the life of my favourite OTP. You can expect fluff though. ;) Written because i miss Minho when he isn't with the boys and because i trust Kibum misses him too. This really is a simple story but i hope you guys will read it! Enjoy! ^^
Kim Kibum had always been a light sleeper. If you so much as make a single noise within his hearing distance, Kibum would open his eyes in a heartbeat as if he had just blinked. It would have come as no surprise then that feeling the bed dip behind him had caused Kibum to stir in his sleep.
Besides, being a light sleeper had its benefits, although only a few. Like now, for instance, he was waking up to the feeling of a sudden warmth embracing him from behind. And without even having to turn back or turn on the lights, Kibum knew exactly who it was. With his eyes still closed, a smile split across his face as he then felt a strong arm wrap around his waist to hug him even closer.
“You're back.” Kibum murmured as he comfortably leaned back into the warmth and familiar scent surrounding him, fitting his body perfectly against the body behind his like a key to a lock.
At the same time, Kibum felt a kiss so soft that it felt like a tickle on his neck before the same lips curved into a smile against his skin.
“I'm back.” The voice repeated, speaking into his ear; a voice so low, sexy and a little rough that it could only belong to Choi Minho.
“Mmm.” Kibum hummed in satisfaction, pleased that Minho was finally back home and also satisfied because he loved the magic his boyfriend could create with his lips, as he felt Minho nestle his head into the crook of his neck before peppering his skin with more kisses.
“How was filming today?” Key arched his neck to give Minho more access to create those little moments of magic on his skin.
“Good.” The answer came in between kisses.
“Tired?”
“Not so much now that I'm lying here with you.” Minho replied as he closed his eyes and rested his forehead against Kibum's bare shoulder.
“What time is it?”
“Almost 2 but we have enough time...” Minho's hand slipped under Kibum's black singlet to caress his flat, smooth stomach; his action definitely speaking louder than words.
Kibum instantly caught hold of Minho's wandering hand and held it in place. “You finally come home and the first thing you want from me is sex.”
“What can I say? I've been Kibum deprived.” Minho held back a chuckle while he placed his hand on top of Kibum's instead and intertwined his fingers with his, their hands still under Kibum's clothes.
Kibum rolled his eyes, lightly nudging Minho in his ribs. “Choi Minho, you're just horny.”
“Come on Kibummie, I know you miss me too.”
“I'm not denying that but your point is?”
“We haven't in ages.” Minho complained and then reasoned. “And now, we finally have some time to be together... and on a proper bed too, if I can point out, so that's why I'm asking.”
“But I like how we are now.” Kibum simply said, even pouting because Minho couldn't see him.
Minho laughed, placing a kiss on Kibum's shoulder. “Alright, you like cuddling... I get it. I guess we'll just stay like this then.”
“You're giving up just like that?” Kibum asked, surprise evident in his voice.
Minho smiled. “I don't always have to win, Kibum.”
“Who are you and what have you done to Minho?” Kibum peeked over his shoulder as if making sure it was Minho behind him.
“I'm just happy I get to sleep with you tonight.” Minho sighed, contented that he had Kibum in his arms tonight.
With Minho's words as a reminder, Kibum frowned at the reality that they had to face sooner or later. “When do you have to go back?”
“Tomorrow... in the afternoon.”
“What?! You might as well not come back.” Kibum huffed, frustrated that reality was going to arrive so soon.
“Would you rather that?” Minho asked.
Kibum fell silent, grumbling under his breath words Minho couldn't make out but could roughly guess what they were. Something along the lines of 'You obviously know I rather you be back than away'. And Minho knew he was right when Kibum moved away so he could finally turn his body around to face him in the dark.
“I have a schedule in the early afternoon.” Kibum stated, meeting Minho's eyes and reaching out to touch Minho's face.
Minho smiled bitterly. “I know.”
“It sucks being in the same band and yet we've hardly been spending time together.”
“I know.”
“I hate that you aren't around.”
“I know.”
“I have to cover all your stupid rap lines.”
“I know.”
“Onew hyung has to jump over me and god knows how I fear for my life every time we perform.”
“I know.”
“There's no one for me to lean on when I laugh.”
“I know.”
“I have nobody to share secrets with on stage.”
“I know.”
“And off stage, I finally get some free time but I have no one to visit cafés or go shopping with.”
“I know.”
“I also don't have anyone to sleep with at night.”
“I know.”
“Because my boyfriend is busy doing what he does best... portraying a hetero male who is in reality so gay for me.”
Minho suppressed a laugh. “I know.”
“Can't you say something else besides 'I know'?”
“I love you.”
“Sweet nothings don't work on me.” Rolling his eyes, Kibum pushed Minho on his chest.
“Really? Then how did we get together?” Minho asked teasingly as he remembered it was his cliché confession that had got them where they were now.
Kibum groaned. “I feel like I'm losing half my life every time I have to deal with you.”
“But you still love me... and miss me so much when I'm not around.” Minho smiled so brightly that Kibum could even see it in the dark.
“Don't remind me that you're hardly around nowadays because you're off being a handsome actor.”
“Are you saying I'm handsome?”
“Well, obviously you have to be of some standard if you're dating me.” Patting Minho's cheek softly, Kibum replied with an air of conceitedness that Minho knew he was purposely exaggerating.
“Of course, my almighty Key.”
At their childish act, both Minho and Kibum shared a laugh with each other. When their laughter died down, Minho let out a breath and shifted his body closer to Kibum, placing his arm back around his boyfriend's waist and pulling him closer until their foreheads were against each other.
“I miss this.”
“I know.”
“I can't even remember the last time we just lay in bed and talked.”
“I know.”
“I miss you, Kibum.”
“I know.”
“I hate that filming keeps me away from you, from SHINee.”
“I know.”
“But I love acting.”
“I know.”
“And I love you too.” Minho closed the distance and pressed his lips to Kibum's.
“I know.”
“Now's the time you could say something other than 'I know', Kibum.”
“Why should I tell you something you already know?”
“Because I want you to.”
“You're demanding.”
“If I was, we wouldn't be talking right now.”
“Oh?”
“We would be having sex.”
“Right.”
“So?”
“Good night Minho.” Kibum's lips curled up into a playful smirk as he closed his eyes and prepared to go back to sleep.
“Kibum...”
“I'll make breakfast for you later.”
“And?”
“Maybe I'll be in the mood for some morning sex.”
“Wha-”
“And if you're lucky, you'll get to hear me say I love you.” Kibum mumbled just before he felt like he was about to fall asleep.
Minho smirked. “I just did.”
Kibum's eyes flew open. “You idiot. That doesn't count.”
“I don't care.” Minho rebutted childishly before he fluffed up his pillow and turned to lie on his back. “Good night Kibum.”
Annoyed by the smug look on his boyfriend's face, Kibum groaned and used his legs to push Minho off the bed. “Get out of my room, Choi Minho.”
Minho, of course, resisted, catching hold of Kibum's legs, as he opened his eyes and stared at his boyfriend incredulously. “Kibum.”
“What?!” Kibum snapped while he tried to shake Minho's hands off his calves.
“This is my room.”
Kibum froze. It was as if time had stopped that very moment when he suddenly realised he was indeed in Minho's room since earlier that night, he decided Minho's bed would be more comfortable instead. Well, this was embarrassing. After just solely blinking at each other for a moment or two, Minho's face contorted into a look of pure amusement while Kibum could only bury his face into the pillow and pull the blanket up to cover the rest of his face, pretending that the last few minutes of his life did not happen.
Minho bit back a laugh and attempted to make things a little better for Kibum. “It's okay, Kibum, what's mine is yours.”
Kibum moaned into his pillow. “Let's just sleep, please.”
Minho smiled and kissed Kibum on the top of his head. “Night, baby.”
“Mmm. Night.” Came Kibum's reply to end their conversation.
Although it was a good night for now, Minho was already looking forward to what morning would be bring - breakfast in bed, Kibum for dessert and an 'I love you' as the icing on the cake.