Of Heart Flips & Stolen Moments; Minho/Key
Because a number of things can happen backstage as Key and Minho take a walk back towards their dressing room.
Author's Note: Completely inspired by this (cr. littleshinee.tumblr).
JUST LOOK AT KEY. HE IS IN LOVE WITH MINHO. Okay, forgive the fangirling. The short story you're about to read is all fluff and pretty much plotless. I just had to write something to get it out of my system and I know this is horribly late but I could only find time now. I also wrote this in a rush so if you continue to read this, you're an angel and i can't thank you enough! ^^ Enjoy!
Kibum hated what Minho could do to his heart. Insignificant Choi Minho as once declared by Jonghyun was not so insignificant after all. Because if Minho was what Jonghyun said he was, Kibum's heart wouldn't have skipped a beat when he saw Minho walking into the studio to join them in their interview at You & I. And when Minho settled comfortably on the cushion right next to him, Kibum wouldn't have to stop his lips from curling upwards into a grin too wide that revealed how happy he truly felt with Minho right beside him. The truth was, with Minho back where he belonged, everything felt right; SHINee was complete, and Kibum's life especially was back in equilibrium.
It was tough having to hold back his true feelings from appearing blantantly on his face when they were on air minutes ago but now that they were backstage and schedules for the day were over, Kibum couldn't be bothered to hide his joy anymore. Of course, that didn't mean he was about to jump into Minho's arms and show public displays of affection for the viewing pleasure of unwanted eyes. Kibum obviously wasn't stupid; he could still keep his emotions in check. What he did instead was smile... a smile that was true, a smile that reached his eyes, a smile that he hadn't smiled for a tad too long.
“Kibum!”
At the sound of his name, Kibum paused in his footsteps and whipped his head around to the source of the voice. The next thing he knew, he registered the sound of a camera click and saw Minho holding his phone up at him with a satisfied smirk on his face.
“Beautiful.” Minho commented to himself, but loud enough for Kibum to hear. Yet, Kibum couldn't care less because that wasn't the pressing issue at hand.
“Why'd you take my picture?!” Kibum tried to snatch Minho's phone to see the photo and decide if it should be deleted but the rapper was quick to react as he raised his hand up and away from Kibum's reach.
“Relax, Kibum, it's a nice shot... and just the shot I need to get me through the days when life gets tough.” With that said, Minho stuffed his phone into the back pocket of his jeans and swung his arm around Kibum's shoulder, pulling the other closer to him but not too close that it looked suspicious in the eyes of the public and then leading the both of them towards the dressing room where everyone was waiting.
“Have I told you that I miss you?” With his eyes looking to the front, Minho asked in all seriousness at a volume only Kibum could hear.
Kibum rolled his eyes and nudged Minho at his side with his elbow. “You texted me this afternoon, idiot.”
“You didn't reply.” Minho simply stated and took the opportunity to shoot a look of disapproval that came with a tinge of child-like disappointment at Kibum (in other words, Minho pouted but he wouldn't admit he did).
“I was busy.”
“Were you?”
Minho and Kibum had a bit of a staring match until Kibum gave up and let out a breath defeatedly, mostly because they were reaching their dressing room soon.
“Fine.” Kibum shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly. “I didn't know what to reply.”
“I miss you too?” Minho suggested helpfully, and in a rather joking manner because he knew for sure Kibum would never consider saying that.
“Do you think, in all the years that you know me, that I'm someone who would say that?” Kibum instantly retorted.
See? Minho was right, as always.
“Nope.” And so, the rapper answered easily, shaking his head, and then reasoned, “If you ask me, you're more of the type to show than tell.”
“What do you mean?” Kibum raised an eyebrow.
“I can see it in the way you looked as if your whole world lit up when I walked into the studio.” Minho smiled as the memory of Kibum's expression just a while ago flashed in his mind.
“What?”
“You need to be less obvious next time, Kibum.” Minho squeezed his bandmate on his shoulder.
“Excuse me?” Kibum was still bent on pretending he didn't know what Minho was talking about.
“I know you miss me too.” Minho concluded as he stopped them just outside the door of their assigned dressing room and then looked around their surroudings to see if there was anyone. His lucky stars were shining on him. There was only one other person in the hallway and that person was walking away from them so they were as good as being alone. Perfect.
“What rubbish-”
In an action that silenced Kibum but only lasted under a second, Minho pressed his lips against the dancer's in a chaste kiss, their noses then brushing against each other, before the rapper moved away and sent Kibum a wink when he widened his eyes at him.
“You crazy?!” Speaking through his teeth, Kibum pushed Minho away anxiously and hurriedly looked around to check if anyone had seen them but when Minho held his hand, Kibum stopped what he was doing and looked into Minho's eyes.
“I checked, Kibum. I know what I'm doing.” Minho said. “You need to relax.”
Helpless, Kibum took in a deep breath and shook his head, suddenly not knowing what to do with Minho. Eventually, he decided to ignore him and finally open the door to the dressing room where everyone was waiting for them. But just as he turned the door knob and was about to push the door open, he felt a warm breath ghost over his ear, even feeling Minho's lips graze the shell of his ear before he heard the low whisper of a voice too husky for the situation.
“I'll help you relax when we get back home... and I know just the right way.”
And with Kibum flabbergasted and frozen at the doorway, Minho brushed past him, pushing the door fully upon to enter the dressing room and join the whole entourage.
Placing his hand on his heart, Kibum huffed and stared daggers into the back of an obviously very satisfied Minho, judging from the way he whistled and sent charming smiles to everyone in the room.
Kibum sighed. Has he mentioned how he hated what Choi Minho could do to his heart?
Maybe, he would even have a new story to tell after Minho did what he believed was just the right way to help him relax...