Whipped
Title: Whipped
Rating: G
Pairing: 2min
Genre: Romance
Word Count: 1,317
Summary: Having Kibum over probably wasn't such a good idea, especially when Taemin is involved.
Disclaimer: I do not own anything here.
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“So,” Kibum begins, and Minho groans for the umpteenth time that afternoon, when the former set his mug down on the table. He knows that whatever follows will be bad, just like every single time Kibum started a conversation with that word - that tone - and Minho just wants to run away or maybe cock up an excuse to leave the room, hopefully delay the man until his housemate comes home, after which Kibum would get too distracted with doting on the boy -usually- to pester Minho.
“How’s it going with Taemin?” He continues, and Minho drinks his coffee, pretending he didn’t hear him, but it doesn’t work as well as he’d expected - not like he expected it to work well in the first place, but at least he’d stall Kibum for a bit. “YAH DON’T IGNORE ME YOU LITTLE GIT.” Kibum shrieks, smacking him hard on the arm and Minho winces a bit. Kibum was way stronger than he looked, and those sharp nails of his weren’t helping very much, not for Minho at least.
“It’s fine, he’s been stressing a little over the project due next week, but he’s good. Eating a bit too much candy though. And drinking too much banana milk for his own good.”
“I didn’t ask for his status update, you idiot.” Kibum sighs, and Minho purses his lips. “God, why am I even friends with you?”
“Well you’re friends with Jinki-hyung who happened to be friends with Jjong who happened to be friends with me and-“
“You really are an idiot.” Kibum shoots him a glare, silencing him. Nobody ever went against his glares, it was sort of like an unspoken rule in their clique. “Your relationship, Minho. Relationship.” Kibum scribbles the word on Minho’s palm, just because he doesn’t want to get ink on his skin.
Minho glances at the Mickey Mouse clock Taemin hung in their living room, resigning to his fate. He knows that Taemin has club activities that day, and that the boy always stayed a little longer to practice the routine a couple more times before heading to the shop near their home to get dinner for the both of them before finally heading home, and that wouldn’t be till at least an hour more.
“It’s like he’s your wife.” Kibum comments before Minho says anything, as if reading his thoughts and Minho raises his eyebrows a little, but Kibum smirks and quite honestly, Minho just wants to punch it off his pretty little face, but then Jinki and Jonghyun would hound him for it. Punching Kibum was also like a one-way trip to hell, population: Kibum.
“I mean seriously. I bet that he’s all ‘where were you’ and ‘who were you with’ when you come home late, doesn’t he?” Kibum jabs Minho with his elbow, and Minho grunts in response, drinking a bit more coffee.
“You’re like that with Jinki too though.” Minho retorts, but doesn’t say anymore when he feels the slightly older man staring at him.
“Still, it must piss you off a bit sometimes, doesn’t it. If I recall, you didn’t like that when we were together.” Kibum says instead, scrunching his face as if remembering something horrid, and Minho chuckles.
“I like it when he does that, actually.” Minho shrugs, and Kibum punches him in the gut. “God Kibum. Stop doing that.” He groans, rubbing his abdomen. “Really though. I’d like to think that he’s a little jealous.”
Kibum only hums in response, finishing what was left of the coffee in his own mug. “Seriously though, Minho. You’re not the type to stay in a relationship for long. You’ll feel suffocated soon enough, and then you’re going to start bitching to me about how you feel trapped and all that nonsense. Don’t even try to cock up an excuse for this one, because I’ve known you for most of your life, seen the relationships you’ve been in. The longest lasted what? Two months?”
Kibum’s only speaking the truth, he knows that. Even so, Minho doesn’t think that he could leave Taemin, not ever. Not since he’d fallen for the boy at least, who really was a far cry from his ideal, but he thinks that Taemin’s perfect, far better than his ideal person.
He doesn’t hear Kibum when he complains about how Minho never goes down to the bar they always went to on Sundays anymore, instead helping Taemin with random chores around the house or simply spending time with him. He doesn’t hear Kibum complain about how Minho goes home straight after club activities, skipping their group dinners. Minho doesn’t hear the man when he complains that Jonghyun whines more often these days, because he doesn’t spend as much time with them anymore. Minho doesn’t listen because he’s elsewhere.
He doesn’t tell Kibum or Taemin, but he thinks that he’s so, so unbelievably fortunate. He remembers that day Taemin dropped by his apartment very vividly, his vibrant red hair brushing his shoulders, staring up at Minho from the door, asking if a room was still out for rent, and Minho remembers that he can’t quite look away. He says yes almost immediately and they work out arrangements, Taemin moving in the week after. He can’t imagine his life if Taemin hadn’t popped by that evening, and really, he doesn’t want to.
Grinning to himself, thoughts of the younger boy pre-occupied his mind too much, totally oblivious to Kibum who gawked at him.
“Dude.” Kibum snaps his fingers in front of Minho’s face, snapping him out of his daze. He shoots the man a glare, but Kibum rolls his eyes in response. “I take back what I said earlier.”
“What?”
“About you not staying in this relationship for a long time.” Kibum replies, and Minho frowns.
“Why? Is there a catch to this?” Minho asks, voice slightly higher than it usually is, and Kibum snorts.
“No, Einstein. It’s just you’re so whipped, with that stupid love-struck grin on your face.” Kibum’s frowns then, while Minho chokes on his spit. “Shit. Should have taken a picture of it for blackmail material.”
“Whipped you say?” Minho coughs.
The front door swings open then, drawing both their attention to the boy at the entrance, struggling with bags hanging around his arm and files in his hands. Minho rushes to his side almost immediately, groaning a little when his bones ached due to sitting on the ground for too long a period of time.
“Thanks,” Taemin mumbles, giving him a grateful smile when Minho relieves his aching arms from his heavy files, and he sets their dinner down on the dining table. “Oh hey Kibum-hyung. Minho didn’t tell me that you’d be dropping by today.” He grins at the man in the living room, who smiles back. “I was thinking about making chicken stew tonight, Minho.”
Minho stares at him horrified then, recalling the last time the boy attempted to make chicken stew, which resulted with a couple of burnt pans and a black kitchen. Taemin laughs loudly, seeing his reaction. “Kidding. I got some of that beef you love so much from the shop near our campus.”
“But that’s still pretty far isn’t it. From home I mean.”
“Yeah but you like it, so I decided that it was worth the walk.” Taemin says, unloading his purchases and Minho feels his stomach do flips. He turns his attention towards his best friend who was still lounging on his sofa, and clicks his tongue when he gets a wink.
‘Give him a kiss’, Kibum mouths but Minho looks away then, pretending he didn’t see that and he knows that it would work this time, because Kibum doesn’t hit him as much when Taemin’s around, for some reason.
“Hyung?” Taemin asks then, grabbing his wrist and Minho looks at the boy expectantly. “Why’s there ‘relationship’ on your palm?”
Kibum laughs loudly then, and Minho grumbles.
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Oh lord, it's a couple of hours till the SHINee world concert Singapore and I'm still up. /cries/ Welp! It calls for a celebration. 8D Those who are attending, I hope to meet some of you there! I'll be seated at T04!
Also, the holidays are here, so do expect more updates? I'll post a new one up on Monday, so I do hope that you guys will look forward to it!
Lots of love,
Allena