SSS 2010: for rainyclouded
For: rainyclouded
From: Your Secret Santa
Title: Someone Is You
Pairing: Minho/Key, side Taemin/Jonghyun
Rating: PG-13
Wordcount: 5,300
Summary: A mega star Minho Choi, meeting a nobody but Kibum the waiter whom he met at the café, not remembering of making him almost loses his job at the ski resort he was working part-time at…
Because… he wasn’t that loaded and born luxurious, he was insufficient of cash and credits for this prestigious fashion show he really wanted to attend as an art student and a future designer and because the thoughts of staying at home or at campus during winter break wasn’t as amusing as he imagined it would; living in the campus with his roommate Jonghyun for a fortnight on off-classes days wouldn’t be wonderful. Jonghyun is always an annoying attention seeker raptor. Kibum just felt as if he’d need his own personal space.
So working it was for him. After weeks, days and hours of vacant hunting he finally found a job that would fit his almighty identity, working at a ski resort. It was all wonderful he thought at first. He was interviewed as a waiter at the resort’s 5 star restaurant but eventually ended up as a part time skating instructor assistant, part time waiter, and a part time receptionist due to his yeah-I-can-do-this-and-that and how confident he was, the way he talked and spoke.
The only thing that irritated him however was, the fact that the resort belonged to Jonghyun’s uncle, one of the Kim’s Corp franchised resort. Which means, Jonghyun would solely know about the whole Kibum will be working there at his uncle’s resort and what wonderful delight it was for Kibum, cos Jonghyun said he’d be tagging along. Accommodations were provided free of charge for him of course.
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Because… Minho was dead tired from all the filming and the schedule and the fan signing event and cf promotions, he flopped onto his bed as soon as he reached home, sighing heavily as face buried in the soft, soft pillow underneath. It was that time of the season, the year was ending and there were just fuck load of bullshit craps that he was engaged with. Even if he had finished filming for his latest drama, ‘The Pianist’ which was a surprise for him cos he never played any piano before and he had worked overtime for the drama production cos he had to learn playing the instrument. Actually, the Pd said it was okay, let others play it for him and let technology make it look as if he was playing the piano. But since it was Choi Minho they were dealing with; the 22 years old actor hate fakeness on screen. He would try his best and give his all in films he stars in. It was an oath he pledged with himself. And his mom of course.
But it wasn’t over, however as Minho thought it would be. Autumn come and go and soon it was nearing winter. His manager, of course signed a contract for him to just ruin his life. That sadist asshole Taemin Lee of course. Eventually, he made a contract for the young actor to star in a cf promoting the newly built ski resort by the Kim’s corporation.
He grunted remembering the incident he was earlier with his manager and rolled onto his back, arms reaching for a piece of pamphlet laying on the bedside table and eyes skimming through the piece of paper. It was a nice relaxing place he thought, and the white, fake and real snow mixed and blended in together made the place looked as if it was an Iceland. No, make that wonder-iceland cos it was just that pretty. He sighed, smiling to himself. Being the optimistic person he always was and tried not to be really angry at his manager Taemin, he chuckled low to himself.
“Who knows, it might not be bad at all…”
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“KEEEEYYYYY WAKE UP!!!!!!!!!!”
The door slammed opened and Kibum grunted and hid himself underneath the white blanket he was wrapped in. As he was falling asleep once again, he heard his bed creaked, sheets shifting in different angles before feeling a form of weight (more like a burden) crawling on top of him. And not to mention it had been a week for him staying here. Every morning it would be the same; a tamed dinosaur would be crawling on top of him at around 6am and nag the hell out of Kibum to make breakfast for him.
“Yoboe, 5 more minutes?”
Kibum always pleads but Jonghyun never listens. That’s how it goes. Jonghyun kept on being annoying and irritating until the younger finally gave in, shoving away the boy on top of him down the floor and stretched before yawning and rubbed his eyes opened.
Kibum started his days at 6am during his winter break at the Kim’s Resort he was working at; Jonghyun would always be the one waking him up in his green pajama bottom and his messy blond and silly grin. Well they weren’t bffs for nothing. And later after cleaning up; he’d ride in Jonghyun’s personal buggy as he drove him to the resort’s restaurant. It wasn’t open until 8am but Jonghyun had his own prices.
Every morning (so far since the first week had passed) Kibum was literally forced into making Jonghyun his breakfast and as much as he didn’t want to feed the dinosaur; he just couldn’t. Jonghyun was always noisy, loud and obnoxious and to top everything with was that he was Kim Jae Il’s (the resort’s owner) nephew. Surely he would want to kick and rub something in that pretty face of his friend but he just couldn’t. So he gave in; and he pretty much scored himself some raise cos Jonghyun just had to nag the manager to do so.
It was always busy for Kibum. He’d work at the restaurant from 8am to 4pm and get an hour rest before starting to work again as the ski instructor. His shift started at 5pm and it was a lot of work. Not to mention the lost puppy he had to mend.
But he got used to it eventually and by the end of the first week he had everything firm in his grip; being the fast learner he was.
And he didn’t like one bit as the kind of lonely resort finally got itself some attention as it was visited by Asia’s top celebrity Choi Minho. Was it Choi Minho, he thought. Ah yes he is.
He did asked Jonghyun about all the commotion as he stood by the restaurant’s window, holding a tray of hot cocoa and muffin waiting to be served, watching how crowded it was outside, with girls swarming a black limousine with signs and placards.
“Oh you don’t know? Choi Minho’s coming here. My uncle said it was to promote the ski resort. None of my business anyway.” Jonghyun stretched his arms wide as he sat by the table next to the window before propping his elbow on the table, resting his chin on his opened palm.
“Really? Oh great so that means more work for me is it?” Kibum snorted, rolling his eyes away while the other giggled at his remarks. “Shut up” Jonghyun didn’t.
“It’s your fault. Anyway, Keybummie~ let’s have fun later I’m bored” The elder nagged, tugging at the waiter’s waist apron but eventually Kibum was just to quick to shove him away before he does and stuck his tongue out. A rejection, yep.
It was only 12pm. He needed to finish his work quickly. Who knows the restaurant manager might just let him off earlier and he might have some time to wander of places he never set his feet on. He really wished he could climb one of the hills and claim it as his own. He remembered how he wished to write his name on the snow up the mountain hill. It was a wish he crafted in his heart ever since he was 7 but he never had the chance too. Heck he wasn’t allowed to climb up a mountain or a hill despite the unfortunate event fell on his dad. And he wouldn’t want to upset his mom too. So Kibum ended up locking his wish firmly in his heart, eating away the key. It was a childish wish anyway.
As he was walking to the table occupied by a single luxurious looking lady, wanting to serve the muffins and the cup of hot cocoa she ordered, the bell atop of the main door rang as it opened and he looked back, wanting to greet the customer like he always does. But he couldn’t.
Camera flashes, girls screaming and screeching and just a lot of people burst into the restaurant causing quite a chaos circumstance in the restaurant and Kibum gawked his eyes as a familiar figure shoved him out of his way. The waiter couldn’t help but to stumble and trip on air. Cups were falling off the tray he was holding and he fell on his bottom.
He felt the burnt in his hand as the hot content of the cup fell on his right hand and he gasped, yanking his hand away from the floor and brought it up to his chest. He got up quickly only to be faced with a hard slap across his cheek and a non-stop crying and complains from the lady he was about to serve. So he didn’t just burn his hand but the chocolate liquid stained the lady’s furry coat too. He only nodded, and nodded again, apologizing for the nth time until Jonghyun came into the scene and helped him calming the lady down, sending her our to get some cold, fresh air.
Kibum sighed deeply. His eyes twitched as he heart screaming of girls and he turned facing the table crowded with teenage girls. He stomped to the said table and harshly pushed aside some girls to make himself through to the table.
It wasn’t that hard to quiet down the noises as he himself slammed both his palms on the table occupied with two men in black. One obviously the said actor and another one might be the manager; the red haired man on the phone. There were gasped as the waiter slammed his hand on the table rudely, and whispers of cussing words and hatred pointed at the waiter but he didn’t really care, or noticed. His blood boiled with anger and so does his hand.
“Would you kindly apologize sir?” Kibum asked, his tone wasn’t that nice or friendly and it brought more whispering in his surrounding.
The famous actor had his eyes wide, rolling his head back and pulled off his shade, letting it rest on the empty table, eyes wide and innocent as if he didn’t know what he just did minutes ago. “For what?”
“….”
“The fuck. You just made me lose my customer and-”
“Are you for serious sir?” The red haired asked. “Are you blaming the ‘Minho’ for your own fault?” He raised a brow questioningly.
Kibum didn’t believe what he just heard or witnessed. Not just the actor was bluntly rude but his friend too. His eyes gawked an inch wider and that does it and incoherently he scoffed a laugh out his lips. He lost everything and his pride was being eaten away too as he heard giggles and laughters coming from his back. His face heated up, he could feel it.
And he did it. A slap across the actor’s clean shaved face was all it takes for Kibum to let out his anger.
And he stomped out the restaurant, only to notice how his burnt hand was throbbing with pain as he realized he just slapped the celebrity with his burnt hand.
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The mountain was cold for his skin, Minho thought as he clasped his hands together and blew air in it. It was 10 pm at night and he was supposed to be having dinner with the resort’s CEO and running away was the best thing in his head. He didn’t intend on running away, not especially when it was Christmas Eve and he was having an important dinner with some important people that he himself don’t know. He knew this was wrong especially when one of those important people were the ones who sponsored him for his stay at the ski resort. But, it had been 3 hectic days and his second night staying here and he didn’t get any rest and Christmas eve was one important night. He didn’t wanna be flaming charisma, Minho the actor. He wanted to be Choi Minho on Christmas eve. He wanted to celebrate Christmas with his mom and his brother but he knew it wasn’t possible. So he need an alone time for himself so he would be able to call his family back at home and wish them a very Merry Christmas and have genuine smiles plastered on his face. Even for a few minutes, he wanted to run away from reality.
His phone vibrated for the umpteenth time and he sighed, hoping it was one of his beloved at home but frowned as his manager’s name and number popped out at the screen. He wanted to reject the call but since it was Taemin’s 20th… (he thought) time calling him, he didn’t have the heart to.
“He-”…
“CHOI FUCKING MINHO GET YOUR ASS BACK HERE! WHAT THE MOTHER FUCKING THING ARE YOU THINKING YOU ARE DOING RIGHT NOW?”
He jerked his head away from his cellular device and face scowled as Taemin’s screaming and screeching was heard from the other line.
“Taeminnie… Hyung I… I’ll be back soon. Just lemme call my mom a-”
“I DON’T CARE YOU GET BACK HERE BEFORE I GO THERE….. WHEREVER YOU ARE AND GET YOUR PRETTY LITTLE ASS SPANK”
“….. Taeminnie?? Tae…dhgdskj Taemin!! Dsgjkhdg I thi…. I think I’m losing you!!!!”
Minho made fake sounds of not getting proper signals and turned his phone off. His mom would be calling he knew, but it was better than ignoring Taemin’s millions of calls.
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Minho didn’t know where he was walking. The resort was vast, really and he was now far from the main building that he thought, that maybe, he’s lost. There weren’t any signs of people walking and he looked around only to find a dim light coming from a small what looks like a storage house. He didn’t want to be rude be he paced his long legs to the lighted small house and since the door wasn’t close, he peeked his head inside, looking around at the ignited room. It was small and it was full of ski equipments. Boards, goggles, and helmets, and a person, who standing by the board rack, arranging those items neatly, one hand holding his phone, head tilting to the side.
“Yeah Jjong. You don’t have to pick me up, I can walk there… Really”
The person spoke, shaking his head as he talked with whoever was on the other line, and Minho went inside, standing by the door and leaned against the doorframe as he waited for the other to finish his conversation on the food.
“Oh God. He treats me as if I’m 7 and his son” Key rolled his eyes as he flipped his phone off, keeping them in his pocket. It was quite late already as he looked at the clock hanging on one of the four walls surrounding him. And he didn’t believe his eyes when he saw a familiar figure, one that he didn’t want to ever meet or set eyes upon since the incident back at the café few days ago. That one asshole who made him lose the chance to his promotions and had to work cleaning the kitchen and the toilet instead of being a waiter. Oh fuck just great, Kibum thought.
“Hey…” He started to voice out, only to be ignored by the other, keeping doing his job like it’s no one’s business. “Uh hey… I got lost” Minho tried, once again. “Can you help me get back to the main building? The lobby perhaps?” And was ignored.
It took Minho what seemed like forever to be acknowledged by the worker in front of him and that was because Minho himself tugged on the other’s wrist as he was walking away after switching off the light to the storage room.
“What do you want?” The boy bickered at him, and earned himself an angered expression from the boy he never knew. What did he ever do wrong to the stranger? Minho thought and he let go of the other’s wrist feeling he was quite rude himself.
“I got lost. Since you’re a worker, I assume. You might wanna take me back to the lobby? Please?” He asked, and it was quite nice too, Minho figured.
“Go walk yourself” The boy scoffed, and Kibum was his name. Since Minho saw the name tag on his uniform jacket. And he followed the latter as he walked away, kept on following, and just followed him until the boy Kibum stopped in front and growled before turning back to face him.
“Look sir. I’m not having a pleasant mood right now and you of all people are one of the least I wanna meet right now. So would you please excuse me and stop ruining my life?”
“What did I ever do wrong?” Minho was confused and he stood there, feet glued to the sheet of snow below as the other laughed, hints of sarcasm were obviously stressed while he laughed and complained; but Minho didn’t get it really. Minho didn’t know why was the other so angry at him. He didn’t remember having a one night stand to be blame for. Heck he didn’t even have the time to interact with people except for his fans. And they were all girls. Except if this guy dressed as a girl then he wouldn’t know. Though, he never did wrong to his fans either. He was dead confused, to begin with.
“Anyway, go get someone else to help you. I’m not going to the lobby, I’m going back to the cabin and it’s quite far from here sir. And I don’t have the time to send you back there or anything” The worker bowed, before walking away.
The actor didn’t know what to do, to be honest. He wasn’t really society friendly and nor was he familiar with the place. So without figuring what else to do, he followed the other male, trailing behind him as if he was a lost puppy.
Kibum on the other hand, didn’t even look back though he knew the other was following him from behind. But he was dead tired from all the work, he didn’t have the energy to fool around with the actor, or even yell something else at him. So might as well let him be, following him till he freezes to death. He giggled to himself at the thought. Serve him right for almost making him lost his job.
And after a while of walking in the snow and in the dark, something felt not right and Kibum thought. And as he was pacing with the celebrity following him from behind, he stopped abruptly. Because, the ground felt shaky and there were sounds of snow rustlings and he turned, eyes widened.
A layer of thick snow falling off the mountain and his jaw hung lose.
“Oh shit it happened!”
And Minho didn’t know what was happening, he stopped as the male worker stopped, looking at the other’s gaze was pointing at and he himself had his eyes gawked 10 inches wider.
Because, he never experience real avalanche before. And he felt someone tugging his hand, gripping his wrist firmly and he followed the other male as he ran. They fell, rolling down what felt like a mountain’s slope, and everything was dark for him.
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Minho didn’t know what happened, but his neck, back, arms, legs and his whole body fucking hurts like shit. He had his eyes opened groggily only to be greeted by a small fire, lighted up with few branches of woods like how it was in the movie, and a figure of a boy smaller than him. He craned his neck to look around where he was and found himself wrapped in another layer of thick jacket and snow covered by dried leaves underneath a pillow. He was in a small what seemed like a cave and the figure sat in front of him, knees hugging tight to his chest and he was shivering, obviously. Minho sat up.
“Hey” His voice croaked, from the cold surrounding and his dry throat and he coughed. The male didn’t answer, just moved himself further away from himself. Minho sighed, eyes on the floor and he saw ‘Kibum’ written on the other’s jacket.
“Look Kibum sir…”
“It’s Key” Kibum replied coldly.
“…. You must be my anti cos you kept on… Ignoring me and hating me. But I’m guessing after the snowfall we’re trapped here” He paused looking around “Where are we anyway?”
And like he had guessed, there weren’t any answer from the other. He breathed heavily and tried smiling at himself, hoping it would gather his energy and wouldn’t make himself fall down. He dealt with antis before he surely can handle one.
Minho had his hand shoved in his pocket and switched his phone on.
“There wouldn’t be any good signals. We fell from the mountain and it’s snowing now, the signal might be interrupted.” Kibum commented.
Minho smiled. Cos well, at least he’s talking to him and yes there weren’t any service available for his phone and he cussed himself for running away. But then, maybe it wasn’t bad after all. Cos if he didn’t the worker would have get caught in the snow fall alone and it was shit scary to have fallen with a person surely he wouldn’t survive on his own… Right? And he was brought back from his train of thoughts as the other sneezed and Minho noticed how badly he shivered. And he couldn’t help but to crawl closer to the other male and wrapped them both in the worker’s jacket.
“What the..”
“Kibum, I don’t know why do you hate me so much or whatever but you’re gonna freeze to death anytime soon.” He was pushed but he grabbed the smaller hand and they locked eyes for a moment. Minho thought Kibum’s eyes were pretty, but it was definitely cold, he thought. Cos there weren’t any hint of warm emitted from his pair of orbs and the latter quickly looked away and Minho couldn’t help but to smile at the hint of red forming at both his pale cheeks.
“It’s Key. Kibum is for family and closer friend. And I’m not your anti. Just a person pissed at you.” He said and he gave up as he let the other wrapping them both with the piece of jacket and his larger build arm wrapping his small figure. He sighed. Kibum thought Minho’s eyes were warm and he cussed himself for even had the guts to think about the celebrity’s eyes. Well they’re famous people surely they have their own charisma and attractiveness.
There were moment of silence, both didn’t know what to talk about and Kibum fidgeted uncomfortably, hands under his bottom in order to keep them warm. And he didn’t like the silence and he didn’t like the guilt that was rising to his throat from the pit of his stomach. Cos surely Minho wouldn’t know what he did wrong. Cos he’s a star, surely things like this happened before. And he spoke it out loud involuntarily.
“I forgive you” Kibum said weakly.
“What?” Minho didn’t know what else to reply and Kibum sighed heavily bitting at his bottom lip.
“You almost made me lost my job. The café incident remember?” And he looked up as he snuggled closer for warmth, cos he was dead cold, he lost to his ego. It was a matter of survival and his pride died the moment he let the other closed to his figure.
“Ah that. It was you? The waiter that threw his tantrums suddenly?” The actor couldn’t help but to chuckled low at his own statement, finally remembering back the incident.
“Yah!” Kibum growled, taking one of his hands underneath his butt and smacked the other’s head so hard that he felt as if the angers that he kept within the few days had all flushed out of him, getting himself a loud scowled and he pouted, looking away quite victoriously.
“I’m sorry” Minho smiled moments after. Kibum didn’t look back and he didn’t know what to do. But he reached for his phone in his pocket and looked at the time displayed on the screen.
“Oh! Kibum Merry Christmas!”
“It’s Key. And what?” Kibum whined, eyes confused.
“I said Merry Christmas” The other smiled and Kibum tilted his head. “Kib… Key did you hit your head or something? It’s Christmas eve remember?” His eyes narrowed, frustrated by the other’s reactions. “It’s passed 12 am. So today’s Christmas”
It took Kibum a while to digest what the other said before smiling brightly. “Aaah~ Merry Christmas Minhoshii!” He exclaimed happily.
“Oh let’s sing some carol to warm us up” Kibum stated, he grabbed one of Minho’s hand in his randomly and started blurting out the song lyrics for the Twelve Days of Christmas carol.
“What?” As he thought, the celebrity didn’t get what he was implying and Kibum sighed in defeat.
“Silly, singing carols make your heart warm. So I figured it would make us warm too” He smiled though, nevertheless. And Minho liked it when Kibum smile cos Kibum was prettier when he smiled, he felt his heart fluttering out of the blue and he liked this Kibum better than the angry one. So he sang, not remembering lyrics for some the jolly carols and earned himself a few nags and whine from the other. He laughed. He was happy he met Kibum.
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It was morning later and Kibum grunted as he felt rays of sunlight hitting his closed lids. He shifted away from the warmth and snuggled closer to the warm chest he was hugging. Slowly lifting his pair of heavy lids, he looked up as he woke up. Minho was still sleeping and he pulled himself from the other’s embrace and stretched his arms wide. He didn’t know what time was it, he didn’t wear any watch and he lost his phone while rolling off the mountain yesterday. He smiled at the still sleeping figure and stood up, stretching his back for a few moments and walked outside the small cavern they slept for the night.
It was warm and sunny and he liked the fact that the weather was nice. He smiled wide, lips stretching to both ears and was surprised as he felt a pair of strong arms engulfing him by his small waist. His eyes widened in shock.
“Minho?”
“A few minutes… I think I like hugging you like this, you’re warm”
You’re warm silly… Kibum wanted to rebut him but he couldn’t. They spent the whole night singing random carols and eventually random modern songs and goofed around as if they were best friend, all angers towards the celebrity vanished as both eventually ended up telling stories of childhood moments and school years. Kibum thought that he learned a lot about Minho, how he went to an audition and was accepted by this one agent he was still working with, how he seldom met his mother since his trainee years and how he never really celebrate Christmas, singing carols or having proper dinner with family. And Kibum felt lucky, for the first time; cos eventhough he weren’t brought up in a rich family, he had friends and family to celebrate birthdays, new years, and Christmas with him. He was never alone and he hugged Minho then. As he thought the latter was crying, he hummed a soft lullaby his mother thought him when he was small, when his dad was still around. And Kibum liked hugging Minho and being hugged by the other cos Minho’s chest were strong and his embrace were so warm, Kibum thought he was actually sleeping by the fireplace, in his own house.
He was woken up from his trances as he heard Minho’s phone ringing and vibrating. And he frowned.
“Your phone…”
“Gimme some more minutes”
And Kibum smiled, nodding. Everything went by so fast, he was falling for him through everything their hearts shared the night before. But he couldn’t when Minho let go off his lithe figure and went picking up his phone after the 6th or 7th rang. He frowned.
He couldn’t like Minho. Or was he to ever be with him. He smiled to himself feeling his heart shattering to fragments of dust.
Cos he knew after him picking up the call he was receiving, they would be Minho the celebrity and Kibum the nobody.
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It was 29th December and it was Kibum’s last day working at the ski resort. Because Kim Kibum was an awesome person and he did his job well, he was promoted in being the cashier at the café he worked at, from a waiter that fall to a cleaner.
The door rang as it opened and Kibum kept the magazine in the drawer and crossed his arms up his chest as Jonghyun walked into the café; shoulders slumped in and face displaying a frown.
“What is it now Jjong?”
Jonghyun sighed, taking a seat at the counter, and resting his face on the counter.
“I’m gonna miss Taemin” He whispered softly, fingers tracing random circles on the wooden counter and Kibum scoffed.
“You mean Choi Minho’s witty red headed manager?” He scoffed, flinching a bit at the name he mentioned. “I didn’t get why and how did you manage to get yourself into his ass. He looks mean”
Jonghyun lifted his head up, smiling sheepishly “He’s cute. And is amazing really. Once you get to his non pms side” Kibum rolled his eyes. Jonghyun was always weird anyway. Surely he would fall for someone weirder and scarier.
“He’s… There outside” Kibum stated as he saw a shade of red head coming out from a black limousine, following a tall lean figure as he entered the café, and his eyes were just as wide as Jonghyun.
“Taeminnie!” Jonghyun claimed, eyes wide like a puppy’s.
“Yes… Sir, may I help you?” Kibum stuttered, smacking himself internally as he noticed his face flushed at the tall male in front of him.
Minho leaned in closer and propped his elbow on the counter, shifting his weight on his elbows, shades hanging low at the bridge of his nose as he starred up at the male cashier.
“Yes…”
“Minho we gotta go… Before your fans find you here” Taemin was worried, but gasped when Jonghyun pulled him for a hug and pulled him somewhere to a secluded corner. For a kiss maybe.. Or two.
Kibum sighed heavily before opening up his mouth to let words come out but only to shush by Minho as he placed his index finger on the other’s lips.
“I’m sure I know what you’re going to say. It won’t work, it’s still so fast, everything wouldn’t be right”
“You talk a lot” Kibum interrupted and Minho smiled.
“The point is, I like you. So, this is my number. I want you to call me tonight. No excuses” The taller smirked, slipping a piece of small paper in the other’s hand and winking an eye before pulling himself away from the counter. “Taemin! Come we need to go”
Everything was blurry then, for Kibum. The moment Minho walked with his flushed red head manager. His knees felt weak and heart pounding hard, threatening to jump out of his ribs at any moment. Grabbing his phone and the paper in his hand, he start texting, feeling sexually frustrated by the other, he couldn’t lie.
To: Minho
From: 010-xxxxxxxx
You could at least kiss me before you go dumby… )’8
From: Your Secret Santa
Title: Someone Is You
Pairing: Minho/Key, side Taemin/Jonghyun
Rating: PG-13
Wordcount: 5,300
Summary: A mega star Minho Choi, meeting a nobody but Kibum the waiter whom he met at the café, not remembering of making him almost loses his job at the ski resort he was working part-time at…
Because… he wasn’t that loaded and born luxurious, he was insufficient of cash and credits for this prestigious fashion show he really wanted to attend as an art student and a future designer and because the thoughts of staying at home or at campus during winter break wasn’t as amusing as he imagined it would; living in the campus with his roommate Jonghyun for a fortnight on off-classes days wouldn’t be wonderful. Jonghyun is always an annoying attention seeker raptor. Kibum just felt as if he’d need his own personal space.
So working it was for him. After weeks, days and hours of vacant hunting he finally found a job that would fit his almighty identity, working at a ski resort. It was all wonderful he thought at first. He was interviewed as a waiter at the resort’s 5 star restaurant but eventually ended up as a part time skating instructor assistant, part time waiter, and a part time receptionist due to his yeah-I-can-do-this-and-that and how confident he was, the way he talked and spoke.
The only thing that irritated him however was, the fact that the resort belonged to Jonghyun’s uncle, one of the Kim’s Corp franchised resort. Which means, Jonghyun would solely know about the whole Kibum will be working there at his uncle’s resort and what wonderful delight it was for Kibum, cos Jonghyun said he’d be tagging along. Accommodations were provided free of charge for him of course.
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Because… Minho was dead tired from all the filming and the schedule and the fan signing event and cf promotions, he flopped onto his bed as soon as he reached home, sighing heavily as face buried in the soft, soft pillow underneath. It was that time of the season, the year was ending and there were just fuck load of bullshit craps that he was engaged with. Even if he had finished filming for his latest drama, ‘The Pianist’ which was a surprise for him cos he never played any piano before and he had worked overtime for the drama production cos he had to learn playing the instrument. Actually, the Pd said it was okay, let others play it for him and let technology make it look as if he was playing the piano. But since it was Choi Minho they were dealing with; the 22 years old actor hate fakeness on screen. He would try his best and give his all in films he stars in. It was an oath he pledged with himself. And his mom of course.
But it wasn’t over, however as Minho thought it would be. Autumn come and go and soon it was nearing winter. His manager, of course signed a contract for him to just ruin his life. That sadist asshole Taemin Lee of course. Eventually, he made a contract for the young actor to star in a cf promoting the newly built ski resort by the Kim’s corporation.
He grunted remembering the incident he was earlier with his manager and rolled onto his back, arms reaching for a piece of pamphlet laying on the bedside table and eyes skimming through the piece of paper. It was a nice relaxing place he thought, and the white, fake and real snow mixed and blended in together made the place looked as if it was an Iceland. No, make that wonder-iceland cos it was just that pretty. He sighed, smiling to himself. Being the optimistic person he always was and tried not to be really angry at his manager Taemin, he chuckled low to himself.
“Who knows, it might not be bad at all…”
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“KEEEEYYYYY WAKE UP!!!!!!!!!!”
The door slammed opened and Kibum grunted and hid himself underneath the white blanket he was wrapped in. As he was falling asleep once again, he heard his bed creaked, sheets shifting in different angles before feeling a form of weight (more like a burden) crawling on top of him. And not to mention it had been a week for him staying here. Every morning it would be the same; a tamed dinosaur would be crawling on top of him at around 6am and nag the hell out of Kibum to make breakfast for him.
“Yoboe, 5 more minutes?”
Kibum always pleads but Jonghyun never listens. That’s how it goes. Jonghyun kept on being annoying and irritating until the younger finally gave in, shoving away the boy on top of him down the floor and stretched before yawning and rubbed his eyes opened.
Kibum started his days at 6am during his winter break at the Kim’s Resort he was working at; Jonghyun would always be the one waking him up in his green pajama bottom and his messy blond and silly grin. Well they weren’t bffs for nothing. And later after cleaning up; he’d ride in Jonghyun’s personal buggy as he drove him to the resort’s restaurant. It wasn’t open until 8am but Jonghyun had his own prices.
Every morning (so far since the first week had passed) Kibum was literally forced into making Jonghyun his breakfast and as much as he didn’t want to feed the dinosaur; he just couldn’t. Jonghyun was always noisy, loud and obnoxious and to top everything with was that he was Kim Jae Il’s (the resort’s owner) nephew. Surely he would want to kick and rub something in that pretty face of his friend but he just couldn’t. So he gave in; and he pretty much scored himself some raise cos Jonghyun just had to nag the manager to do so.
It was always busy for Kibum. He’d work at the restaurant from 8am to 4pm and get an hour rest before starting to work again as the ski instructor. His shift started at 5pm and it was a lot of work. Not to mention the lost puppy he had to mend.
But he got used to it eventually and by the end of the first week he had everything firm in his grip; being the fast learner he was.
And he didn’t like one bit as the kind of lonely resort finally got itself some attention as it was visited by Asia’s top celebrity Choi Minho. Was it Choi Minho, he thought. Ah yes he is.
He did asked Jonghyun about all the commotion as he stood by the restaurant’s window, holding a tray of hot cocoa and muffin waiting to be served, watching how crowded it was outside, with girls swarming a black limousine with signs and placards.
“Oh you don’t know? Choi Minho’s coming here. My uncle said it was to promote the ski resort. None of my business anyway.” Jonghyun stretched his arms wide as he sat by the table next to the window before propping his elbow on the table, resting his chin on his opened palm.
“Really? Oh great so that means more work for me is it?” Kibum snorted, rolling his eyes away while the other giggled at his remarks. “Shut up” Jonghyun didn’t.
“It’s your fault. Anyway, Keybummie~ let’s have fun later I’m bored” The elder nagged, tugging at the waiter’s waist apron but eventually Kibum was just to quick to shove him away before he does and stuck his tongue out. A rejection, yep.
It was only 12pm. He needed to finish his work quickly. Who knows the restaurant manager might just let him off earlier and he might have some time to wander of places he never set his feet on. He really wished he could climb one of the hills and claim it as his own. He remembered how he wished to write his name on the snow up the mountain hill. It was a wish he crafted in his heart ever since he was 7 but he never had the chance too. Heck he wasn’t allowed to climb up a mountain or a hill despite the unfortunate event fell on his dad. And he wouldn’t want to upset his mom too. So Kibum ended up locking his wish firmly in his heart, eating away the key. It was a childish wish anyway.
As he was walking to the table occupied by a single luxurious looking lady, wanting to serve the muffins and the cup of hot cocoa she ordered, the bell atop of the main door rang as it opened and he looked back, wanting to greet the customer like he always does. But he couldn’t.
Camera flashes, girls screaming and screeching and just a lot of people burst into the restaurant causing quite a chaos circumstance in the restaurant and Kibum gawked his eyes as a familiar figure shoved him out of his way. The waiter couldn’t help but to stumble and trip on air. Cups were falling off the tray he was holding and he fell on his bottom.
He felt the burnt in his hand as the hot content of the cup fell on his right hand and he gasped, yanking his hand away from the floor and brought it up to his chest. He got up quickly only to be faced with a hard slap across his cheek and a non-stop crying and complains from the lady he was about to serve. So he didn’t just burn his hand but the chocolate liquid stained the lady’s furry coat too. He only nodded, and nodded again, apologizing for the nth time until Jonghyun came into the scene and helped him calming the lady down, sending her our to get some cold, fresh air.
Kibum sighed deeply. His eyes twitched as he heart screaming of girls and he turned facing the table crowded with teenage girls. He stomped to the said table and harshly pushed aside some girls to make himself through to the table.
It wasn’t that hard to quiet down the noises as he himself slammed both his palms on the table occupied with two men in black. One obviously the said actor and another one might be the manager; the red haired man on the phone. There were gasped as the waiter slammed his hand on the table rudely, and whispers of cussing words and hatred pointed at the waiter but he didn’t really care, or noticed. His blood boiled with anger and so does his hand.
“Would you kindly apologize sir?” Kibum asked, his tone wasn’t that nice or friendly and it brought more whispering in his surrounding.
The famous actor had his eyes wide, rolling his head back and pulled off his shade, letting it rest on the empty table, eyes wide and innocent as if he didn’t know what he just did minutes ago. “For what?”
“….”
“The fuck. You just made me lose my customer and-”
“Are you for serious sir?” The red haired asked. “Are you blaming the ‘Minho’ for your own fault?” He raised a brow questioningly.
Kibum didn’t believe what he just heard or witnessed. Not just the actor was bluntly rude but his friend too. His eyes gawked an inch wider and that does it and incoherently he scoffed a laugh out his lips. He lost everything and his pride was being eaten away too as he heard giggles and laughters coming from his back. His face heated up, he could feel it.
And he did it. A slap across the actor’s clean shaved face was all it takes for Kibum to let out his anger.
And he stomped out the restaurant, only to notice how his burnt hand was throbbing with pain as he realized he just slapped the celebrity with his burnt hand.
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The mountain was cold for his skin, Minho thought as he clasped his hands together and blew air in it. It was 10 pm at night and he was supposed to be having dinner with the resort’s CEO and running away was the best thing in his head. He didn’t intend on running away, not especially when it was Christmas Eve and he was having an important dinner with some important people that he himself don’t know. He knew this was wrong especially when one of those important people were the ones who sponsored him for his stay at the ski resort. But, it had been 3 hectic days and his second night staying here and he didn’t get any rest and Christmas eve was one important night. He didn’t wanna be flaming charisma, Minho the actor. He wanted to be Choi Minho on Christmas eve. He wanted to celebrate Christmas with his mom and his brother but he knew it wasn’t possible. So he need an alone time for himself so he would be able to call his family back at home and wish them a very Merry Christmas and have genuine smiles plastered on his face. Even for a few minutes, he wanted to run away from reality.
His phone vibrated for the umpteenth time and he sighed, hoping it was one of his beloved at home but frowned as his manager’s name and number popped out at the screen. He wanted to reject the call but since it was Taemin’s 20th… (he thought) time calling him, he didn’t have the heart to.
“He-”…
“CHOI FUCKING MINHO GET YOUR ASS BACK HERE! WHAT THE MOTHER FUCKING THING ARE YOU THINKING YOU ARE DOING RIGHT NOW?”
He jerked his head away from his cellular device and face scowled as Taemin’s screaming and screeching was heard from the other line.
“Taeminnie… Hyung I… I’ll be back soon. Just lemme call my mom a-”
“I DON’T CARE YOU GET BACK HERE BEFORE I GO THERE….. WHEREVER YOU ARE AND GET YOUR PRETTY LITTLE ASS SPANK”
“….. Taeminnie?? Tae…dhgdskj Taemin!! Dsgjkhdg I thi…. I think I’m losing you!!!!”
Minho made fake sounds of not getting proper signals and turned his phone off. His mom would be calling he knew, but it was better than ignoring Taemin’s millions of calls.
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Minho didn’t know where he was walking. The resort was vast, really and he was now far from the main building that he thought, that maybe, he’s lost. There weren’t any signs of people walking and he looked around only to find a dim light coming from a small what looks like a storage house. He didn’t want to be rude be he paced his long legs to the lighted small house and since the door wasn’t close, he peeked his head inside, looking around at the ignited room. It was small and it was full of ski equipments. Boards, goggles, and helmets, and a person, who standing by the board rack, arranging those items neatly, one hand holding his phone, head tilting to the side.
“Yeah Jjong. You don’t have to pick me up, I can walk there… Really”
The person spoke, shaking his head as he talked with whoever was on the other line, and Minho went inside, standing by the door and leaned against the doorframe as he waited for the other to finish his conversation on the food.
“Oh God. He treats me as if I’m 7 and his son” Key rolled his eyes as he flipped his phone off, keeping them in his pocket. It was quite late already as he looked at the clock hanging on one of the four walls surrounding him. And he didn’t believe his eyes when he saw a familiar figure, one that he didn’t want to ever meet or set eyes upon since the incident back at the café few days ago. That one asshole who made him lose the chance to his promotions and had to work cleaning the kitchen and the toilet instead of being a waiter. Oh fuck just great, Kibum thought.
“Hey…” He started to voice out, only to be ignored by the other, keeping doing his job like it’s no one’s business. “Uh hey… I got lost” Minho tried, once again. “Can you help me get back to the main building? The lobby perhaps?” And was ignored.
It took Minho what seemed like forever to be acknowledged by the worker in front of him and that was because Minho himself tugged on the other’s wrist as he was walking away after switching off the light to the storage room.
“What do you want?” The boy bickered at him, and earned himself an angered expression from the boy he never knew. What did he ever do wrong to the stranger? Minho thought and he let go of the other’s wrist feeling he was quite rude himself.
“I got lost. Since you’re a worker, I assume. You might wanna take me back to the lobby? Please?” He asked, and it was quite nice too, Minho figured.
“Go walk yourself” The boy scoffed, and Kibum was his name. Since Minho saw the name tag on his uniform jacket. And he followed the latter as he walked away, kept on following, and just followed him until the boy Kibum stopped in front and growled before turning back to face him.
“Look sir. I’m not having a pleasant mood right now and you of all people are one of the least I wanna meet right now. So would you please excuse me and stop ruining my life?”
“What did I ever do wrong?” Minho was confused and he stood there, feet glued to the sheet of snow below as the other laughed, hints of sarcasm were obviously stressed while he laughed and complained; but Minho didn’t get it really. Minho didn’t know why was the other so angry at him. He didn’t remember having a one night stand to be blame for. Heck he didn’t even have the time to interact with people except for his fans. And they were all girls. Except if this guy dressed as a girl then he wouldn’t know. Though, he never did wrong to his fans either. He was dead confused, to begin with.
“Anyway, go get someone else to help you. I’m not going to the lobby, I’m going back to the cabin and it’s quite far from here sir. And I don’t have the time to send you back there or anything” The worker bowed, before walking away.
The actor didn’t know what to do, to be honest. He wasn’t really society friendly and nor was he familiar with the place. So without figuring what else to do, he followed the other male, trailing behind him as if he was a lost puppy.
Kibum on the other hand, didn’t even look back though he knew the other was following him from behind. But he was dead tired from all the work, he didn’t have the energy to fool around with the actor, or even yell something else at him. So might as well let him be, following him till he freezes to death. He giggled to himself at the thought. Serve him right for almost making him lost his job.
And after a while of walking in the snow and in the dark, something felt not right and Kibum thought. And as he was pacing with the celebrity following him from behind, he stopped abruptly. Because, the ground felt shaky and there were sounds of snow rustlings and he turned, eyes widened.
A layer of thick snow falling off the mountain and his jaw hung lose.
“Oh shit it happened!”
And Minho didn’t know what was happening, he stopped as the male worker stopped, looking at the other’s gaze was pointing at and he himself had his eyes gawked 10 inches wider.
Because, he never experience real avalanche before. And he felt someone tugging his hand, gripping his wrist firmly and he followed the other male as he ran. They fell, rolling down what felt like a mountain’s slope, and everything was dark for him.
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Minho didn’t know what happened, but his neck, back, arms, legs and his whole body fucking hurts like shit. He had his eyes opened groggily only to be greeted by a small fire, lighted up with few branches of woods like how it was in the movie, and a figure of a boy smaller than him. He craned his neck to look around where he was and found himself wrapped in another layer of thick jacket and snow covered by dried leaves underneath a pillow. He was in a small what seemed like a cave and the figure sat in front of him, knees hugging tight to his chest and he was shivering, obviously. Minho sat up.
“Hey” His voice croaked, from the cold surrounding and his dry throat and he coughed. The male didn’t answer, just moved himself further away from himself. Minho sighed, eyes on the floor and he saw ‘Kibum’ written on the other’s jacket.
“Look Kibum sir…”
“It’s Key” Kibum replied coldly.
“…. You must be my anti cos you kept on… Ignoring me and hating me. But I’m guessing after the snowfall we’re trapped here” He paused looking around “Where are we anyway?”
And like he had guessed, there weren’t any answer from the other. He breathed heavily and tried smiling at himself, hoping it would gather his energy and wouldn’t make himself fall down. He dealt with antis before he surely can handle one.
Minho had his hand shoved in his pocket and switched his phone on.
“There wouldn’t be any good signals. We fell from the mountain and it’s snowing now, the signal might be interrupted.” Kibum commented.
Minho smiled. Cos well, at least he’s talking to him and yes there weren’t any service available for his phone and he cussed himself for running away. But then, maybe it wasn’t bad after all. Cos if he didn’t the worker would have get caught in the snow fall alone and it was shit scary to have fallen with a person surely he wouldn’t survive on his own… Right? And he was brought back from his train of thoughts as the other sneezed and Minho noticed how badly he shivered. And he couldn’t help but to crawl closer to the other male and wrapped them both in the worker’s jacket.
“What the..”
“Kibum, I don’t know why do you hate me so much or whatever but you’re gonna freeze to death anytime soon.” He was pushed but he grabbed the smaller hand and they locked eyes for a moment. Minho thought Kibum’s eyes were pretty, but it was definitely cold, he thought. Cos there weren’t any hint of warm emitted from his pair of orbs and the latter quickly looked away and Minho couldn’t help but to smile at the hint of red forming at both his pale cheeks.
“It’s Key. Kibum is for family and closer friend. And I’m not your anti. Just a person pissed at you.” He said and he gave up as he let the other wrapping them both with the piece of jacket and his larger build arm wrapping his small figure. He sighed. Kibum thought Minho’s eyes were warm and he cussed himself for even had the guts to think about the celebrity’s eyes. Well they’re famous people surely they have their own charisma and attractiveness.
There were moment of silence, both didn’t know what to talk about and Kibum fidgeted uncomfortably, hands under his bottom in order to keep them warm. And he didn’t like the silence and he didn’t like the guilt that was rising to his throat from the pit of his stomach. Cos surely Minho wouldn’t know what he did wrong. Cos he’s a star, surely things like this happened before. And he spoke it out loud involuntarily.
“I forgive you” Kibum said weakly.
“What?” Minho didn’t know what else to reply and Kibum sighed heavily bitting at his bottom lip.
“You almost made me lost my job. The café incident remember?” And he looked up as he snuggled closer for warmth, cos he was dead cold, he lost to his ego. It was a matter of survival and his pride died the moment he let the other closed to his figure.
“Ah that. It was you? The waiter that threw his tantrums suddenly?” The actor couldn’t help but to chuckled low at his own statement, finally remembering back the incident.
“Yah!” Kibum growled, taking one of his hands underneath his butt and smacked the other’s head so hard that he felt as if the angers that he kept within the few days had all flushed out of him, getting himself a loud scowled and he pouted, looking away quite victoriously.
“I’m sorry” Minho smiled moments after. Kibum didn’t look back and he didn’t know what to do. But he reached for his phone in his pocket and looked at the time displayed on the screen.
“Oh! Kibum Merry Christmas!”
“It’s Key. And what?” Kibum whined, eyes confused.
“I said Merry Christmas” The other smiled and Kibum tilted his head. “Kib… Key did you hit your head or something? It’s Christmas eve remember?” His eyes narrowed, frustrated by the other’s reactions. “It’s passed 12 am. So today’s Christmas”
It took Kibum a while to digest what the other said before smiling brightly. “Aaah~ Merry Christmas Minhoshii!” He exclaimed happily.
“Oh let’s sing some carol to warm us up” Kibum stated, he grabbed one of Minho’s hand in his randomly and started blurting out the song lyrics for the Twelve Days of Christmas carol.
“What?” As he thought, the celebrity didn’t get what he was implying and Kibum sighed in defeat.
“Silly, singing carols make your heart warm. So I figured it would make us warm too” He smiled though, nevertheless. And Minho liked it when Kibum smile cos Kibum was prettier when he smiled, he felt his heart fluttering out of the blue and he liked this Kibum better than the angry one. So he sang, not remembering lyrics for some the jolly carols and earned himself a few nags and whine from the other. He laughed. He was happy he met Kibum.
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It was morning later and Kibum grunted as he felt rays of sunlight hitting his closed lids. He shifted away from the warmth and snuggled closer to the warm chest he was hugging. Slowly lifting his pair of heavy lids, he looked up as he woke up. Minho was still sleeping and he pulled himself from the other’s embrace and stretched his arms wide. He didn’t know what time was it, he didn’t wear any watch and he lost his phone while rolling off the mountain yesterday. He smiled at the still sleeping figure and stood up, stretching his back for a few moments and walked outside the small cavern they slept for the night.
It was warm and sunny and he liked the fact that the weather was nice. He smiled wide, lips stretching to both ears and was surprised as he felt a pair of strong arms engulfing him by his small waist. His eyes widened in shock.
“Minho?”
“A few minutes… I think I like hugging you like this, you’re warm”
You’re warm silly… Kibum wanted to rebut him but he couldn’t. They spent the whole night singing random carols and eventually random modern songs and goofed around as if they were best friend, all angers towards the celebrity vanished as both eventually ended up telling stories of childhood moments and school years. Kibum thought that he learned a lot about Minho, how he went to an audition and was accepted by this one agent he was still working with, how he seldom met his mother since his trainee years and how he never really celebrate Christmas, singing carols or having proper dinner with family. And Kibum felt lucky, for the first time; cos eventhough he weren’t brought up in a rich family, he had friends and family to celebrate birthdays, new years, and Christmas with him. He was never alone and he hugged Minho then. As he thought the latter was crying, he hummed a soft lullaby his mother thought him when he was small, when his dad was still around. And Kibum liked hugging Minho and being hugged by the other cos Minho’s chest were strong and his embrace were so warm, Kibum thought he was actually sleeping by the fireplace, in his own house.
He was woken up from his trances as he heard Minho’s phone ringing and vibrating. And he frowned.
“Your phone…”
“Gimme some more minutes”
And Kibum smiled, nodding. Everything went by so fast, he was falling for him through everything their hearts shared the night before. But he couldn’t when Minho let go off his lithe figure and went picking up his phone after the 6th or 7th rang. He frowned.
He couldn’t like Minho. Or was he to ever be with him. He smiled to himself feeling his heart shattering to fragments of dust.
Cos he knew after him picking up the call he was receiving, they would be Minho the celebrity and Kibum the nobody.
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It was 29th December and it was Kibum’s last day working at the ski resort. Because Kim Kibum was an awesome person and he did his job well, he was promoted in being the cashier at the café he worked at, from a waiter that fall to a cleaner.
The door rang as it opened and Kibum kept the magazine in the drawer and crossed his arms up his chest as Jonghyun walked into the café; shoulders slumped in and face displaying a frown.
“What is it now Jjong?”
Jonghyun sighed, taking a seat at the counter, and resting his face on the counter.
“I’m gonna miss Taemin” He whispered softly, fingers tracing random circles on the wooden counter and Kibum scoffed.
“You mean Choi Minho’s witty red headed manager?” He scoffed, flinching a bit at the name he mentioned. “I didn’t get why and how did you manage to get yourself into his ass. He looks mean”
Jonghyun lifted his head up, smiling sheepishly “He’s cute. And is amazing really. Once you get to his non pms side” Kibum rolled his eyes. Jonghyun was always weird anyway. Surely he would fall for someone weirder and scarier.
“He’s… There outside” Kibum stated as he saw a shade of red head coming out from a black limousine, following a tall lean figure as he entered the café, and his eyes were just as wide as Jonghyun.
“Taeminnie!” Jonghyun claimed, eyes wide like a puppy’s.
“Yes… Sir, may I help you?” Kibum stuttered, smacking himself internally as he noticed his face flushed at the tall male in front of him.
Minho leaned in closer and propped his elbow on the counter, shifting his weight on his elbows, shades hanging low at the bridge of his nose as he starred up at the male cashier.
“Yes…”
“Minho we gotta go… Before your fans find you here” Taemin was worried, but gasped when Jonghyun pulled him for a hug and pulled him somewhere to a secluded corner. For a kiss maybe.. Or two.
Kibum sighed heavily before opening up his mouth to let words come out but only to shush by Minho as he placed his index finger on the other’s lips.
“I’m sure I know what you’re going to say. It won’t work, it’s still so fast, everything wouldn’t be right”
“You talk a lot” Kibum interrupted and Minho smiled.
“The point is, I like you. So, this is my number. I want you to call me tonight. No excuses” The taller smirked, slipping a piece of small paper in the other’s hand and winking an eye before pulling himself away from the counter. “Taemin! Come we need to go”
Everything was blurry then, for Kibum. The moment Minho walked with his flushed red head manager. His knees felt weak and heart pounding hard, threatening to jump out of his ribs at any moment. Grabbing his phone and the paper in his hand, he start texting, feeling sexually frustrated by the other, he couldn’t lie.
To: Minho
From: 010-xxxxxxxx
You could at least kiss me before you go dumby… )’8