Solid As A Rock, Perfect In Every Way; Minho/Key
Because when Minho and Key are alone in London, things are bound to happen.
Author's Note: Here comes the obligatory minkey drabblish one shot because yes, OTP is back in London, just the two of them, and life is perfect. :) and because i'm lazy to think of a title, i took, or rather, copied it from S Club 7's Two in a Million. hope you guys have fun reading this! and that it satisfied a little of your minkey feels? mine is honestly exploding like fireworks baaaaby~ why are they doing this to me? ＼(*T▽T*)／ (never thought i'll be able to use this) alright, breathe. have a good week lovely readers! and once again, thank you for reading and giving this story a shot~ ♥
Minho could feel eyes on him, and he knew exactly whose eyes they belonged to because he just did. After knowing the owner of said eyes for six years and counting, how could he not? Besides, there was only one other person in the hotel room with him. Well, there goes his chance to finish at least five chapters of the book he had wanted to complete by the end of 2012 that night. Tearing his own eyes away from the pages of the book and resting it against his chest, Minho held back a sigh and looked up to meet the pair of eyes that was staring at him.
“Yes Kibum?” Minho playfully asked in a formally polite manner, “How may I help you, dear sir?”
With his lips now pressed into a thin line, Kibum didn’t find it funny at all and just simply remained silent as he continued to stare at Minho with an unimpressed look. Minho didn’t let the awkward silence affect him. He let out a chuckle and lifted the covers off the other side of the bed that wasn’t occupied in hope of inviting Kibum to join him on the soft mattress.
“Lie down with me?”
“Minho.” Ignoring Minho’s request, Kibum simply said as he remained where he was at the desk, looking as if he wasn’t going to take Minho up on his offer any time soon.
Minho shrugged and replied, “Yes baby?”
“We are doomed.”
Minho raised an eyebrow. “And why is that?”
“We’re becoming one of those old boring couples.”
“And so?”
“Do you not realize that we finally have the time to ourselves in a hotel in freaking London and we are doing nothing… nothing at all?!”
Still as calm as ever, in total contrast with his agitated lover, Minho shot an amused look at his boyfriend. “Sorry Kibummie, I still can’t see the problem…”
“The problem?” Kibum repeated as he shot up from his seat and stormed towards the bed where Minho was still casually lying against the headboard with a pillow tucked behind his back, “The problem is that we should be fucking right now but we’re not, we’re just… doing this!”
Kibum fell onto the bed face first, the top of his head almost hitting Minho’s thigh, feeling completely hopeless at their situation and how pathetically boring a couple they had become. They were finally alone by themselves, alone as a couple in the absence of the other three ever present third wheels otherwise known as their members, yet all they did upon returning to their room was take their baths individually (key word here) before they busied themselves with their own stuff - Minho with his damn book because of that (stupid, if Kibum could add) goal he wanted to accomplish while Kibum was on his MacBook catching up with social networking sites but unintentionally ending up reading what fans were speculating about them being alone in London which was the reason to his sudden temper. Absolutely entertained by Kibum’s theatrical antics, Minho couldn’t hold back his laughter anymore. An offended Kibum turned his face to the side and peeked at his boyfriend through his fringe.
“I don’t find this funny at all, Choi Minho.”
Minho brought a hand to his mouth to stop himself from laughing and couldn’t help but gaze lovingly at his boyfriend.
“What’s wrong with us, Minho?” Pushing his lips into a pout, Kibum sighed while crossing his arms under his chin to look up at his lover. “We couldn’t keep our hands off each other when we first started dating, and now… look at what we’ve become.”
“That’s not true.” Minho simply shot his best charming smile to Kibum and reached out to pull Kibum into his arms so that his boyfriend was now leaning against his chest. “I still can’t keep my hands off you.”
Kibum fidgeted uncomfortably. “This is awkward.”
“Is it?” Minho begged to differ.
“You’re making me seem like I’m desperate… or worse, some annoying whining girlfriend who can’t get her boyfriend’s attention.”
“You’re not, Kibum.” Minho stated so seriously because he didn’t want Kibum to be left with any doubts. “And there’s nothing wrong with us. Where we are now in our relationship… it’s perfect, and it’ll keep getting better. You should know that.”
Pressing his hands against Minho’s chest, Kibum pushed himself off the rapper and rolled to lie on his side of the bed. “I know.”
“I see your momentary breakdown is over?” Minho flung his book to the bedside table (because there was no doubt Kibum was infinite times more important than that) and then turned his body to face his perfect match.
“Yes…” Kibum replied after he let out a breath. “And I’m only letting you off for your choice of words because I know I did go a little crazy just now.”
“Good.” Minho smiled; life was definitely so much brighter with Kibum in his life.
Kibum threw a questioning glance at his boyfriend.
“Because now we can, you know, get to the fucking?” Minho suggested with a smirk while he pulled Kibum underneath his body and pressed his forehead against the blonde. “Or not to put it so crudely, making love?”
“Oh dear god.” Kibum moaned. “Minho, what did I say about talking when we’re in bed?”
“That I should always just put my mouth to better use?”
“Exactly.”
“Alright then.”
And with that, Minho got Kibum moaning in an entirely different way, but perfect nonetheless.