Baby, It's Simple; Minho/Key
This is what happens when Kibum returns back to the dorm after completing his final stage for Catch Me If You Can.
To find Minho in his room after coming out of the shower was nothing out of the blue for Kibum. Even though they each had their separate individual rooms in the dorm, they practically spent every night sleeping together in either of their rooms depending on how they felt at that moment in time. Much to the members’ complaints especially Jonghyun and Taemin (since they had to share a room) for reasons that can only be explained in terms no one under 18 should understand, rare were the times they weren’t spending one on one time with each other in the comfort of their dorm. Of course, tonight was no different. Yet, Kibum, who was now feeling very much refreshed as compared to his exhausted state when he had just returned back home from his final Catch Me If You Can stage, could tell that something was off when he had stepped into his room and met the eyes of Minho. Kibum could say that he was an expert in understanding Minho; after all, he had known the other for 6 years and counting. He could read Minho like a book and had his boyfriend all figured out, at his very fingertips and yet now, Kibum had no clue what the expression on Minho’s face meant.
Walking warily to join his boyfriend on the bed, an uneasy Kibum cleared his throat and tried to start a conversation, “So… what did you do while I was gone?”
“Had dinner, watched some tv and surfed the net.” Turning his body to face Kibum directly, Minho answered, his expression unchanged.
“Ah.” Kibum nodded, shifting around the bed to pull the covers down and move the pillows about so he could get ready to sleep, “Well, I definitely had a more eventful night than you.”
“Kibummie.” Minho let out a breath and caught hold of Kibum’s wrist, holding his hand in place and successfully stopping his boyfriend from all movement.
Now this was something Kibum was familiar with. Even if it was just his name Minho had said, it was a tone Kibum instantly recognized; a tone Minho only reserved for the times when he was at a total loss in a situation he had zero confidence in.
The blonde instantly looked at Minho, giving his undivided attention to the rapper who clearly had something serious he wanted and needed to talk about.
Knowing Kibum was waiting for him to speak, Minho took in a deep breath and began, “I don’t know what to do…”
“I’ve only been gone for a few hours, Minho.” Kibum cut Minho off as he was beginning to feel nervous about what the rapper was about to confide in him, “How is it possible for something so serious to happen that fast? Is it about our comeback? Is something wrong?”
“What? No!” Minho shook his head, now it was his turn to feel slightly anxious, “This has nothing to do about our comeback.”
“Then what is it?” Kibum grabbed Minho’s shoulders and shook his body impatiently, “Stop worrying me unnecessarily and tell me what’s wrong.”
As his reply, Minho suddenly held Kibum’s face gently in his warm hands as if he was holding the most precious treasure in the world while his thumbs softly wiped away the imaginary tears on Kibum’s cheeks.
“You… you’ve worked hard.” Minho said in a low soothing voice as he smiled at his boyfriend with so much love, admiration and pride in his eyes, all of which were reserved especially for Kibum.
And with the pieces all coming together, all it took was a moment of epiphany for Kibum to be stunned into silence as he finally understood Minho’s expression when he first came into the room.
“Do you know how much my heart broke when I saw the photos?” Minho asked as he gave Kibum’s cheek a light squeeze. “I’ve never wanted the power to teleport more badly than I ever did at that point in time. I should have been there with you… watching you, supporting you, comforting you, celebrating with you, but I wasn’t, and the moment is gone… there’s nothing I can do now.”
Minho’s voice was full of regret and it pulled on Kibum’s heartstrings. He didn’t know his boyfriend would feel this much just because he wasn’t there at his last performance. In the first place, even if Minho wanted to go, Kibum would have done anything in his power to stop the rapper from going just because he knew how much of a distraction Minho would be to him and distractions were the last thing he needed when he was on stage. Besides, Kibum actually felt it was silly for his boyfriend to feel this bad just because he didn’t attend the musical. Come to think about it, the blonde was in fact thankful Minho wasn’t there because he would have probably cried even harder if he was present (reason being Minho would have certainly given him the loudest applause among the whole audience and simple actions like that would greatly affect Kibum who was naturally a softie at heart). Knowing there was no point wasting time explaining all this to a stubborn Minho who would insist on his own way of thinking, Kibum decided it was better to just comfort his boyfriend and ease the guilt he was feeling.
“You’re an idiot, you know that? But we’ve probably already established that long ago so let’s just get to the next point.” Kibum grinned as he nudged a puzzled Minho gently on his forehead with his. “Well baby, there is something you could do…”
“Yeah? And what’s that?” Minho replied with so much vigor, seeming as if he would even go as far as to catch a star if Kibum had asked him to.
Kibum’s smile only grew wider as his hands snaked around Minho’s neck and pulled the rapper closer. “Silly, I always don’t expect much… all I need is a hug.”
“A hug?”
“Yeah.”
“That’s all?” Minho was in total disbelief.
“Hey, a hug means a whole lot alright?”
“I could give you so much more.”
“I don’t need anything else.”
“Since when were you this easy to satisfy?”
“Choi Minho.” Kibum’s tone was dangerous.
“Just kidding.” Minho smiled innocently as his hands found their way to Kibum’s waist so he could pull his boyfriend down onto the bed before rolling him to lie on his side.
Minho then settled comfortably behind Kibum, one arm resting on the curve of his lover’s slender waist to hug him closer so that their bodies fitted perfectly with each other. As they naturally curled up together in a fetal position, Minho pulled the blanket up and tucked both his lover and himself under the covers.
“Happy?” Minho whispered low into Kibum’s ear once they were all comfortable in each other’s warmth.
“Very.” Kibum replied as he sighed with pleasure, his eyes already closed and all ready to sink into a deep sleep.
“You know…” Minho nuzzled his nose into Kibum’s neck and spoke against his smooth skin, “I could throw in some kisses if you like.”
“Good night, Minho.” Kibum couldn’t resist a smile from tugging on the corner of his lips as he singsonged before almost whining in the most adorable voice he could muster, “I’m tired.”
“Ah fine.” Minho was quick to give up since he could tell Kibum truly needed his beauty sleep. Besides, it wasn’t the first time this was happening to him. So before he joined Kibum on his route towards dreamland, Minho shrugged and comforted himself. “Oh well, there’s always tomorrow.”
Oh wait, there was one last thing Minho had to say before he could put an end to the night.
“Kibummie?”
“What, Minho?”
“We should role play one day, and we could start with you as a lawyer, me as the defendant, or you know, doctor-patient, and then pilot-passenger… because you’re just so fucking hot in uniform.”
And with Minho trailing kisses along his neck, there was no question that Kibum wasn’t able to get much sleep that night.
To find Minho in his room after coming out of the shower was nothing out of the blue for Kibum. Even though they each had their separate individual rooms in the dorm, they practically spent every night sleeping together in either of their rooms depending on how they felt at that moment in time. Much to the members’ complaints especially Jonghyun and Taemin (since they had to share a room) for reasons that can only be explained in terms no one under 18 should understand, rare were the times they weren’t spending one on one time with each other in the comfort of their dorm. Of course, tonight was no different. Yet, Kibum, who was now feeling very much refreshed as compared to his exhausted state when he had just returned back home from his final Catch Me If You Can stage, could tell that something was off when he had stepped into his room and met the eyes of Minho. Kibum could say that he was an expert in understanding Minho; after all, he had known the other for 6 years and counting. He could read Minho like a book and had his boyfriend all figured out, at his very fingertips and yet now, Kibum had no clue what the expression on Minho’s face meant.
Walking warily to join his boyfriend on the bed, an uneasy Kibum cleared his throat and tried to start a conversation, “So… what did you do while I was gone?”
“Had dinner, watched some tv and surfed the net.” Turning his body to face Kibum directly, Minho answered, his expression unchanged.
“Ah.” Kibum nodded, shifting around the bed to pull the covers down and move the pillows about so he could get ready to sleep, “Well, I definitely had a more eventful night than you.”
“Kibummie.” Minho let out a breath and caught hold of Kibum’s wrist, holding his hand in place and successfully stopping his boyfriend from all movement.
Now this was something Kibum was familiar with. Even if it was just his name Minho had said, it was a tone Kibum instantly recognized; a tone Minho only reserved for the times when he was at a total loss in a situation he had zero confidence in.
The blonde instantly looked at Minho, giving his undivided attention to the rapper who clearly had something serious he wanted and needed to talk about.
Knowing Kibum was waiting for him to speak, Minho took in a deep breath and began, “I don’t know what to do…”
“I’ve only been gone for a few hours, Minho.” Kibum cut Minho off as he was beginning to feel nervous about what the rapper was about to confide in him, “How is it possible for something so serious to happen that fast? Is it about our comeback? Is something wrong?”
“What? No!” Minho shook his head, now it was his turn to feel slightly anxious, “This has nothing to do about our comeback.”
“Then what is it?” Kibum grabbed Minho’s shoulders and shook his body impatiently, “Stop worrying me unnecessarily and tell me what’s wrong.”
As his reply, Minho suddenly held Kibum’s face gently in his warm hands as if he was holding the most precious treasure in the world while his thumbs softly wiped away the imaginary tears on Kibum’s cheeks.
“You… you’ve worked hard.” Minho said in a low soothing voice as he smiled at his boyfriend with so much love, admiration and pride in his eyes, all of which were reserved especially for Kibum.
And with the pieces all coming together, all it took was a moment of epiphany for Kibum to be stunned into silence as he finally understood Minho’s expression when he first came into the room.
“Do you know how much my heart broke when I saw the photos?” Minho asked as he gave Kibum’s cheek a light squeeze. “I’ve never wanted the power to teleport more badly than I ever did at that point in time. I should have been there with you… watching you, supporting you, comforting you, celebrating with you, but I wasn’t, and the moment is gone… there’s nothing I can do now.”
Minho’s voice was full of regret and it pulled on Kibum’s heartstrings. He didn’t know his boyfriend would feel this much just because he wasn’t there at his last performance. In the first place, even if Minho wanted to go, Kibum would have done anything in his power to stop the rapper from going just because he knew how much of a distraction Minho would be to him and distractions were the last thing he needed when he was on stage. Besides, Kibum actually felt it was silly for his boyfriend to feel this bad just because he didn’t attend the musical. Come to think about it, the blonde was in fact thankful Minho wasn’t there because he would have probably cried even harder if he was present (reason being Minho would have certainly given him the loudest applause among the whole audience and simple actions like that would greatly affect Kibum who was naturally a softie at heart). Knowing there was no point wasting time explaining all this to a stubborn Minho who would insist on his own way of thinking, Kibum decided it was better to just comfort his boyfriend and ease the guilt he was feeling.
“You’re an idiot, you know that? But we’ve probably already established that long ago so let’s just get to the next point.” Kibum grinned as he nudged a puzzled Minho gently on his forehead with his. “Well baby, there is something you could do…”
“Yeah? And what’s that?” Minho replied with so much vigor, seeming as if he would even go as far as to catch a star if Kibum had asked him to.
Kibum’s smile only grew wider as his hands snaked around Minho’s neck and pulled the rapper closer. “Silly, I always don’t expect much… all I need is a hug.”
“A hug?”
“Yeah.”
“That’s all?” Minho was in total disbelief.
“Hey, a hug means a whole lot alright?”
“I could give you so much more.”
“I don’t need anything else.”
“Since when were you this easy to satisfy?”
“Choi Minho.” Kibum’s tone was dangerous.
“Just kidding.” Minho smiled innocently as his hands found their way to Kibum’s waist so he could pull his boyfriend down onto the bed before rolling him to lie on his side.
Minho then settled comfortably behind Kibum, one arm resting on the curve of his lover’s slender waist to hug him closer so that their bodies fitted perfectly with each other. As they naturally curled up together in a fetal position, Minho pulled the blanket up and tucked both his lover and himself under the covers.
“Happy?” Minho whispered low into Kibum’s ear once they were all comfortable in each other’s warmth.
“Very.” Kibum replied as he sighed with pleasure, his eyes already closed and all ready to sink into a deep sleep.
“You know…” Minho nuzzled his nose into Kibum’s neck and spoke against his smooth skin, “I could throw in some kisses if you like.”
“Good night, Minho.” Kibum couldn’t resist a smile from tugging on the corner of his lips as he singsonged before almost whining in the most adorable voice he could muster, “I’m tired.”
“Ah fine.” Minho was quick to give up since he could tell Kibum truly needed his beauty sleep. Besides, it wasn’t the first time this was happening to him. So before he joined Kibum on his route towards dreamland, Minho shrugged and comforted himself. “Oh well, there’s always tomorrow.”
Oh wait, there was one last thing Minho had to say before he could put an end to the night.
“Kibummie?”
“What, Minho?”
“We should role play one day, and we could start with you as a lawyer, me as the defendant, or you know, doctor-patient, and then pilot-passenger… because you’re just so fucking hot in uniform.”
And with Minho trailing kisses along his neck, there was no question that Kibum wasn’t able to get much sleep that night.