Up & Down
Title: Up & Down
Pairing: Minho/Key (Gwiboon)
Rating: NC-17 (overall)
Length: 5/9
Summary: Gwiboon is having a horrible day. It’s snowing (she hates snow), it’s cold (she hates the cold), and she forgot her scraper for her frozen block of ice that is posing as a car. When a handsome stranger saves her sanity (and her designer boots), she starts to question everything she knows.
[ Previous]
Days after the fiasco, Gwiboon hadn’t left the apartment. She ignored her brother’s questions, she tried to brush off Eunsook as nicely as possible, and she just drowned herself in the new portfolio she was trying to put together. The ring, which she realized she should have thrown in that asshole’s face, was sitting neatly on her night stand, innocent as ever as it caught on the rays of the setting sun that were shining through her window.
Sighing, she put her pencil down and rubbed her temples with her fingers, staring down at her latest sketch. It had started out as a spring dress and turned into a wedding dress, and as beautiful as it was she wanted to rip it to shreds and feed it to the neighbor’s Chihuahua. Pushing her things off of her bed in a huff, she laid back and whined softly to herself, staring up at the ceiling.
Couldn’t things just go right, for once? Couldn’t she get that fairy tale romance she deserved?
Except for Minho’s father, the Choi family was perfect to be married into. Handsome, kind brother, loving and sweet mother. It was everything Gwiboon wanted in in-laws, and she had them, but at the same time, she didn’t. Her name was Choi Gwiboon, and it had been for the past four days. She couldn’t erase it, she couldn’t get a divorce by herself…
Rolling onto her stomach, she sighed and looked at the picture of her parents, which was standing proud on her night stand. Her fingers reached out and traced her mother’s smile and her father’s eyes, a soft sigh leaving her lips. She dropped her hand, her palm connecting with the diamond of the ring, and she picked the item up, turning it over in the light. She briefly thought about pawning it off and making easy cash off of it, she thought about just throwing it into a gutter. But she never did anything like that, the sentimental value that Minho had attached to it somehow stemming into her as well.
“Gwiboon,” Jonghyun knocked on her door softly.
“Fuck off,” she mumbled.
“Your husband is here.”
Gwiboon sat up straight and nearly flew off of the bed, wrenching her door open and pushing Jonghyun out of the way, marching towards the living room where Minho was standing a bit awkwardly with his hands in his pockets. Once he caught sight of her he blinked and then gave an amused smile, tilting his head.
“Do you own anything other than t-shirts and panties?”
Looking down at herself, Gwiboon blushed and fumed, stalking towards Minho and jabbing her index finger into his chest, “Don’t mock my choice of lounge clothes, asshole.”
“And the happy couple returns~” Jonghyun sing-songed as he made his way to the kitchen. “Want a beer, bro?”
“He doesn’t, and don’t call him ‘bro’, you fag,” Gwiboon snapped, before looking back up at Minho. “What the hell do you want?”
“Well firstly I wanted that beer, but without the bro,” Minho said, and Jonghyun let out a victory whoop as the fridge door clinked. “Secondly I wanted to apologize for what I said.”
“I want a divorce!” Gwiboon shrieked, flailing her hands. “You’re an abusive, angry person!” The irony in her words reached everyone but her.
Minho caught her wrists and pulled her flush into his chest, a blush spreading over her cheeks as she whiffed her aftershave and felt his solid torso against her soft one. His lips brushed against her ear as he lowered her hands slowly, “I’m sorry. I was angry at my dad, I shouldn’t have taken it out on you.”
“Aww you guys are cute,” Jonghyun said as he flopped down onto the sofa and took a swig of his beer.
“Do you mind? You’re such a jerk,” Gwiboon glared over at her brother.
“My house, my rules…you guys are now my soap opera.”
Gwiboon picked up a picture frame holding a snapshot of Eunsook, hurling it at Jonghyun, who yelped and blocked it with a pillow before scurrying off to his bedroom. Minho arched a brow and looked down at Gwiboon, who looked up at him, and for a second they just stared at each other.
“So you were saying how sorry you are and how I’m the sexiest, best wife in the whole world and telling me when I’m going to be moving into your penthouse apartment,” Gwiboon batted her eyes gently.
“Actually I live in a condo, and I’ve never had a wife before so I have nothing to compare you to. Will it be easy to pack up your things or do you need a U-Haul?” his smile was soft, his eyes shimmering gently.
Gwiboon averted her eyes to keep from blushing as she shook her head. “Should get it all into both cars easily.”
“Ok,” Minho pulled away and pushed her away gently. “Don’t bother putting on pants though.”
“You’re a closet pervert,” Gwiboon huffed as she moved into her bedroom, and as Minho picked up his beer and sat down on the couch, she smiled lightly and procrastinated putting on pants until the last moment.
--
The whole reason Gwiboon lived with her idiot brother in the first place was because she had nowhere else to go. Mr. Kim had abandoned his family only a year after Gwiboon had been born, and Gwiboon’s mother fell ill shortly after. Jonghyun and Gwiboon had lived with their grandmother until they were old enough to move out; first Jonghyun flew out of the nest, and then Gwiboon followed shortly after. As much as they fought, the siblings were closer than anyone gave them credit for, and they soon pooled together to get a comfortable place for the two of them. Within a year of their independence Jonghyun had gained a girlfriend - Gwiboon loved Eunsook with every fiber of her being - and Gwiboon had gotten her studying underway.
And so, because Gwiboon had only moved once in her entire life, she had accumulated quite the collection of belongings. Minho had assured her that she could do without her dresser and her nightstand and her bed as well, because they’d be sharing those things in his condo. She refused to leave her work desk, however, and so Jonghyun and Minho had a bit of ‘manly bonding time’ as they disassembled it and packed it into Gwiboon’s car (which would later turn into a clashing of egos as they tried to re-assemble it without the instructions).
Between her and Minho’s vehicles, she had been moved to the soccer player’s upscale condo in just two trips. Eunsook had joined them in the middle of moving to help out, and by mid-afternoon the four were on Minho’s balcony enjoying the break in weather with steaming mugs of cocoa.
“This is a great place man,” Jonghyun said, turning to face the scenery and get on his tip-toes to look as far down the eleven stories as he could.
Eunsook nodded in agreement, “It’s very nice.”
“Just don’t let Gwiboon redecorate, you’ll lose your bachelor pad quality,” Jonghyun grinned and rested an elbow on the railing, winking at Gwiboon, who rolled her eyes.
“She can do what she wants here,” Minho shrugged. “It’s her place now, too.”
“I can’t even pay rent,” Gwiboon mumbled, her nails tapping against her porcelain mug.
“You don’t need to,” said Minho, giving a small, somewhat sheepish smile. “My income had this condo paid off a few months ago.”
Gwiboon groaned, burying her face in her arms and mumbling indecipherable whinings. Eunsook patter her shoulder and offered her a sunny smile, and Jonghyun merely laughed.
“Well at least he’s not some psychopath out to rape you and feed you to the wolves,” her older brother patted her shoulder lightly as he set his drink down and moved into the house. “We’re gonna get going now though, we have to pick up Eunsook’s little brother from study club.”
Eunsook leaned down and kissed Gwiboon’s cheek sweetly, Gwiboon watching helplessly as her family exchanged goodbyes and left Minho’s condo. When they were alone, her eyes closed and she let out a sigh, her entire body slumping. The chair next to her scraped on the concrete of the balcony floor and she felt Minho’s hand on her bicep, the warmth resonating from his fingers into her skin.
His silence wasn’t off-putting, when Gwiboon turned so she could look at him properly. His face was neutral but his eyes were caring, and she wrinkled her nose as she sat up and leaned back in her chair, gathering her wavy hair up into a ponytail.
“Alright,” she pulled over a few pieces of paper towards her, picking up a blue ballpoint pen and tapping the cap of it on the table, almost desperate to ignore the fluttering of her heart. “I need to do this before I lose all motivation…”
“Do you need help?” Minho asked, glancing down at the papers.
She shook her head, “No.” They both paused, and she glanced up at Minho, seeing his eyes flick from her face down to the paper, as if he didn’t want to get caught looking at her. Softening her features, she smiled. “Well… yeah. I just need to know a few things.”
He nodded, scooting a bit closer. She could smell his shampoo and it was probably a stupid thing to think about, maybe it even took away from Minho’s masculinity but it smelled nice and she almost wanted to lean closer to get a better whiff. Blinking a few times, she let out a breath and touched her pen to the paper.
“Birthday?”
“December ninth.”
“Occupation?”
“…”
Gwiboon rolled her eyes, “What? I don’t know if you have some weird special name for ‘most famous soccer player in Korea’.”
He chuckled, “Republic of Korea international athlete. Just put that.”
The pen made a soothing sound as it spilled the ink into the blanks, Gwiboon’s neat handwriting filling up everything that needed to be filled without making the documents look messy. Minho gave her the information she needed, all the while keeping his voice low and soft, the two of them in each other’s space comfortably up until the last document was signed by both Gwiboon and Minho. She stacked them neatly and put them into her Hello Kitty file holder (she had dozens for all sorts of different documents), yawning and covering her mouth with her hand as she stretched back in her seat.
“Finally,” she said, rubbing her eyes and blinking wearily down at the pen.
“Good.” Minho stood up and shut the door to the balcony, drawing the curtains to block the rays of the setting sun that were reflecting off of the building next door. “When you turn those in tomorrow request a week off of school.”
“For what?” Gwiboon’s eyes followed Minho as he pulled off his shirt on the way to the bathroom, the muscles in his back flexing as he glanced over his shoulder with a small smirk.
“Honeymoon.”
Gwiboon nearly threw the dinner table off of its feet in her frustration as Minho shut the door to the bathroom and started the shower.
--
Hours later, as they both crawled into bed, Gwiboon was still huffy. Minho arranged the blankets as he lay down and Gwiboon merely stayed lying atop them, her arms folded over her chest, the strap of her nightgown falling off one of her shoulders.
“Are you going to sleep like that?” Minho asked, pulling the covers up to his waist.
“Like what,” Gwiboon snapped.
“Like that,” Minho tugged on the blankets beneath Gwiboon’s body lightly to show that his question was actually whether or not she was going to get under the blankets. She was slowly learning how to hear what he wasn’t saying.
“No.” She sniffed and got under the blankets, rolling onto her side to face away from Minho.
Feeling him settle behind her, Gwiboon closed her eyes and let out a steadying breath, trying to will her heart to settle down. After a few moments of relaxing her body and letting her mind wander, she spoke up.
“Are we really going on a honeymoon?”
Minho took his time in answering, his body shifting a bit and the covers rustling, “Do you not want to?”
Gwiboon bit her lip, “Honeymoons are for lovers.”
“Honeymoons are for married couples.”
“Will you give it a rest?” Gwiboon rolled over and glared, finding that Minho was facing her. “We’re not in love, we’re not even mentally married to each other. We made a drunken mistake and now, like adults, we’re taking care of it.”
“Are we taking care of it?” Minho’s eyes were hooded a bit, probably from sleep, his voice quiet and his lips inches from Gwiboon’s face.
“Of course we are-”
Gwiboon was cut off by Minho’s lips pressing against hers, hot, warm, solid as his hand moved up to cup the side of her face and keep her close to him. She couldn’t resist, her eyes falling shut as she just decided to forgo finishing her sentence, instead tilting her head and parting her lips to his questing tongue. The kiss was lazy and slow, explorative and hot as they breathed each other’s carbon dioxide, her hands moving to press her palms against his warm chest.
With his teeth tugging on her bottom lip as he pulled away, Gwiboon’s eyes fluttered open and she looked up into his deep, glimmering eyes, feeling her cheeks heat up.
“Of course we are.” He echoed the words he had stolen right out of her mouth and pulled her into his chest, tucking her head under his chin.
Following his movements, Gwiboon closed her eyes and pillowed into his sturdy body, slipping her slender leg through his thighs as she pressed as close as she possibly could to him, her heart jumping into her throat as she felt his arms wind around her body.
For all the dick moves that Minho had sprung on her, and for all of the sweet things he had done for her… Gwiboon figured she could get used to falling asleep like this every night.
So long as she could remember it in the morning.
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Pairing: Minho/Key (Gwiboon)
Rating: NC-17 (overall)
Length: 5/9
Summary: Gwiboon is having a horrible day. It’s snowing (she hates snow), it’s cold (she hates the cold), and she forgot her scraper for her frozen block of ice that is posing as a car. When a handsome stranger saves her sanity (and her designer boots), she starts to question everything she knows.
[ Previous]
Days after the fiasco, Gwiboon hadn’t left the apartment. She ignored her brother’s questions, she tried to brush off Eunsook as nicely as possible, and she just drowned herself in the new portfolio she was trying to put together. The ring, which she realized she should have thrown in that asshole’s face, was sitting neatly on her night stand, innocent as ever as it caught on the rays of the setting sun that were shining through her window.
Sighing, she put her pencil down and rubbed her temples with her fingers, staring down at her latest sketch. It had started out as a spring dress and turned into a wedding dress, and as beautiful as it was she wanted to rip it to shreds and feed it to the neighbor’s Chihuahua. Pushing her things off of her bed in a huff, she laid back and whined softly to herself, staring up at the ceiling.
Couldn’t things just go right, for once? Couldn’t she get that fairy tale romance she deserved?
Except for Minho’s father, the Choi family was perfect to be married into. Handsome, kind brother, loving and sweet mother. It was everything Gwiboon wanted in in-laws, and she had them, but at the same time, she didn’t. Her name was Choi Gwiboon, and it had been for the past four days. She couldn’t erase it, she couldn’t get a divorce by herself…
Rolling onto her stomach, she sighed and looked at the picture of her parents, which was standing proud on her night stand. Her fingers reached out and traced her mother’s smile and her father’s eyes, a soft sigh leaving her lips. She dropped her hand, her palm connecting with the diamond of the ring, and she picked the item up, turning it over in the light. She briefly thought about pawning it off and making easy cash off of it, she thought about just throwing it into a gutter. But she never did anything like that, the sentimental value that Minho had attached to it somehow stemming into her as well.
“Gwiboon,” Jonghyun knocked on her door softly.
“Fuck off,” she mumbled.
“Your husband is here.”
Gwiboon sat up straight and nearly flew off of the bed, wrenching her door open and pushing Jonghyun out of the way, marching towards the living room where Minho was standing a bit awkwardly with his hands in his pockets. Once he caught sight of her he blinked and then gave an amused smile, tilting his head.
“Do you own anything other than t-shirts and panties?”
Looking down at herself, Gwiboon blushed and fumed, stalking towards Minho and jabbing her index finger into his chest, “Don’t mock my choice of lounge clothes, asshole.”
“And the happy couple returns~” Jonghyun sing-songed as he made his way to the kitchen. “Want a beer, bro?”
“He doesn’t, and don’t call him ‘bro’, you fag,” Gwiboon snapped, before looking back up at Minho. “What the hell do you want?”
“Well firstly I wanted that beer, but without the bro,” Minho said, and Jonghyun let out a victory whoop as the fridge door clinked. “Secondly I wanted to apologize for what I said.”
“I want a divorce!” Gwiboon shrieked, flailing her hands. “You’re an abusive, angry person!” The irony in her words reached everyone but her.
Minho caught her wrists and pulled her flush into his chest, a blush spreading over her cheeks as she whiffed her aftershave and felt his solid torso against her soft one. His lips brushed against her ear as he lowered her hands slowly, “I’m sorry. I was angry at my dad, I shouldn’t have taken it out on you.”
“Aww you guys are cute,” Jonghyun said as he flopped down onto the sofa and took a swig of his beer.
“Do you mind? You’re such a jerk,” Gwiboon glared over at her brother.
“My house, my rules…you guys are now my soap opera.”
Gwiboon picked up a picture frame holding a snapshot of Eunsook, hurling it at Jonghyun, who yelped and blocked it with a pillow before scurrying off to his bedroom. Minho arched a brow and looked down at Gwiboon, who looked up at him, and for a second they just stared at each other.
“So you were saying how sorry you are and how I’m the sexiest, best wife in the whole world and telling me when I’m going to be moving into your penthouse apartment,” Gwiboon batted her eyes gently.
“Actually I live in a condo, and I’ve never had a wife before so I have nothing to compare you to. Will it be easy to pack up your things or do you need a U-Haul?” his smile was soft, his eyes shimmering gently.
Gwiboon averted her eyes to keep from blushing as she shook her head. “Should get it all into both cars easily.”
“Ok,” Minho pulled away and pushed her away gently. “Don’t bother putting on pants though.”
“You’re a closet pervert,” Gwiboon huffed as she moved into her bedroom, and as Minho picked up his beer and sat down on the couch, she smiled lightly and procrastinated putting on pants until the last moment.
--
The whole reason Gwiboon lived with her idiot brother in the first place was because she had nowhere else to go. Mr. Kim had abandoned his family only a year after Gwiboon had been born, and Gwiboon’s mother fell ill shortly after. Jonghyun and Gwiboon had lived with their grandmother until they were old enough to move out; first Jonghyun flew out of the nest, and then Gwiboon followed shortly after. As much as they fought, the siblings were closer than anyone gave them credit for, and they soon pooled together to get a comfortable place for the two of them. Within a year of their independence Jonghyun had gained a girlfriend - Gwiboon loved Eunsook with every fiber of her being - and Gwiboon had gotten her studying underway.
And so, because Gwiboon had only moved once in her entire life, she had accumulated quite the collection of belongings. Minho had assured her that she could do without her dresser and her nightstand and her bed as well, because they’d be sharing those things in his condo. She refused to leave her work desk, however, and so Jonghyun and Minho had a bit of ‘manly bonding time’ as they disassembled it and packed it into Gwiboon’s car (which would later turn into a clashing of egos as they tried to re-assemble it without the instructions).
Between her and Minho’s vehicles, she had been moved to the soccer player’s upscale condo in just two trips. Eunsook had joined them in the middle of moving to help out, and by mid-afternoon the four were on Minho’s balcony enjoying the break in weather with steaming mugs of cocoa.
“This is a great place man,” Jonghyun said, turning to face the scenery and get on his tip-toes to look as far down the eleven stories as he could.
Eunsook nodded in agreement, “It’s very nice.”
“Just don’t let Gwiboon redecorate, you’ll lose your bachelor pad quality,” Jonghyun grinned and rested an elbow on the railing, winking at Gwiboon, who rolled her eyes.
“She can do what she wants here,” Minho shrugged. “It’s her place now, too.”
“I can’t even pay rent,” Gwiboon mumbled, her nails tapping against her porcelain mug.
“You don’t need to,” said Minho, giving a small, somewhat sheepish smile. “My income had this condo paid off a few months ago.”
Gwiboon groaned, burying her face in her arms and mumbling indecipherable whinings. Eunsook patter her shoulder and offered her a sunny smile, and Jonghyun merely laughed.
“Well at least he’s not some psychopath out to rape you and feed you to the wolves,” her older brother patted her shoulder lightly as he set his drink down and moved into the house. “We’re gonna get going now though, we have to pick up Eunsook’s little brother from study club.”
Eunsook leaned down and kissed Gwiboon’s cheek sweetly, Gwiboon watching helplessly as her family exchanged goodbyes and left Minho’s condo. When they were alone, her eyes closed and she let out a sigh, her entire body slumping. The chair next to her scraped on the concrete of the balcony floor and she felt Minho’s hand on her bicep, the warmth resonating from his fingers into her skin.
His silence wasn’t off-putting, when Gwiboon turned so she could look at him properly. His face was neutral but his eyes were caring, and she wrinkled her nose as she sat up and leaned back in her chair, gathering her wavy hair up into a ponytail.
“Alright,” she pulled over a few pieces of paper towards her, picking up a blue ballpoint pen and tapping the cap of it on the table, almost desperate to ignore the fluttering of her heart. “I need to do this before I lose all motivation…”
“Do you need help?” Minho asked, glancing down at the papers.
She shook her head, “No.” They both paused, and she glanced up at Minho, seeing his eyes flick from her face down to the paper, as if he didn’t want to get caught looking at her. Softening her features, she smiled. “Well… yeah. I just need to know a few things.”
He nodded, scooting a bit closer. She could smell his shampoo and it was probably a stupid thing to think about, maybe it even took away from Minho’s masculinity but it smelled nice and she almost wanted to lean closer to get a better whiff. Blinking a few times, she let out a breath and touched her pen to the paper.
“Birthday?”
“December ninth.”
“Occupation?”
“…”
Gwiboon rolled her eyes, “What? I don’t know if you have some weird special name for ‘most famous soccer player in Korea’.”
He chuckled, “Republic of Korea international athlete. Just put that.”
The pen made a soothing sound as it spilled the ink into the blanks, Gwiboon’s neat handwriting filling up everything that needed to be filled without making the documents look messy. Minho gave her the information she needed, all the while keeping his voice low and soft, the two of them in each other’s space comfortably up until the last document was signed by both Gwiboon and Minho. She stacked them neatly and put them into her Hello Kitty file holder (she had dozens for all sorts of different documents), yawning and covering her mouth with her hand as she stretched back in her seat.
“Finally,” she said, rubbing her eyes and blinking wearily down at the pen.
“Good.” Minho stood up and shut the door to the balcony, drawing the curtains to block the rays of the setting sun that were reflecting off of the building next door. “When you turn those in tomorrow request a week off of school.”
“For what?” Gwiboon’s eyes followed Minho as he pulled off his shirt on the way to the bathroom, the muscles in his back flexing as he glanced over his shoulder with a small smirk.
“Honeymoon.”
Gwiboon nearly threw the dinner table off of its feet in her frustration as Minho shut the door to the bathroom and started the shower.
--
Hours later, as they both crawled into bed, Gwiboon was still huffy. Minho arranged the blankets as he lay down and Gwiboon merely stayed lying atop them, her arms folded over her chest, the strap of her nightgown falling off one of her shoulders.
“Are you going to sleep like that?” Minho asked, pulling the covers up to his waist.
“Like what,” Gwiboon snapped.
“Like that,” Minho tugged on the blankets beneath Gwiboon’s body lightly to show that his question was actually whether or not she was going to get under the blankets. She was slowly learning how to hear what he wasn’t saying.
“No.” She sniffed and got under the blankets, rolling onto her side to face away from Minho.
Feeling him settle behind her, Gwiboon closed her eyes and let out a steadying breath, trying to will her heart to settle down. After a few moments of relaxing her body and letting her mind wander, she spoke up.
“Are we really going on a honeymoon?”
Minho took his time in answering, his body shifting a bit and the covers rustling, “Do you not want to?”
Gwiboon bit her lip, “Honeymoons are for lovers.”
“Honeymoons are for married couples.”
“Will you give it a rest?” Gwiboon rolled over and glared, finding that Minho was facing her. “We’re not in love, we’re not even mentally married to each other. We made a drunken mistake and now, like adults, we’re taking care of it.”
“Are we taking care of it?” Minho’s eyes were hooded a bit, probably from sleep, his voice quiet and his lips inches from Gwiboon’s face.
“Of course we are-”
Gwiboon was cut off by Minho’s lips pressing against hers, hot, warm, solid as his hand moved up to cup the side of her face and keep her close to him. She couldn’t resist, her eyes falling shut as she just decided to forgo finishing her sentence, instead tilting her head and parting her lips to his questing tongue. The kiss was lazy and slow, explorative and hot as they breathed each other’s carbon dioxide, her hands moving to press her palms against his warm chest.
With his teeth tugging on her bottom lip as he pulled away, Gwiboon’s eyes fluttered open and she looked up into his deep, glimmering eyes, feeling her cheeks heat up.
“Of course we are.” He echoed the words he had stolen right out of her mouth and pulled her into his chest, tucking her head under his chin.
Following his movements, Gwiboon closed her eyes and pillowed into his sturdy body, slipping her slender leg through his thighs as she pressed as close as she possibly could to him, her heart jumping into her throat as she felt his arms wind around her body.
For all the dick moves that Minho had sprung on her, and for all of the sweet things he had done for her… Gwiboon figured she could get used to falling asleep like this every night.
So long as she could remember it in the morning.
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