[fic] Minho/Key – SHINee – Shadegrown; part 2/3

[rabenhorst]

Title: Shadegrown
Author: fonulyn
Rating: NC17? tho maybe more R
Pairing: Minho/Key
Warnings: uhm technically Key isn’t human?
Disclaimer: I own no one, only my dirty imagination.
Summary: Minho would run, he really would. But the look in those pale blue, almost white eyes makes him stop, piercing him and rooting him into the spot. This must be the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen.
Comments: progress! 8) do I see a little plotling? lmao I’m sorry I shut up.

Previously happened; part I

It’s warm. It’s almost suffocating but there’s something soothing in that, something safe. Minho opens his eyes slowly, blinking into focus, and tries to turn his head to see what’s surrounding him. It’s soft, like he’s wrapped in clouds and cradled close to a source of that warmth and comfort, keeping him utterly content. There are arms around him, fingers gently touching his cheek and then he sees a smiling face, looking down at him. The edges aren’t sharp, it’s like he’s looking at everything through a veil of light, but he can see the sheer amount of love embedded in those deep eyes. He smiles, tries to speak, but it comes out a gargling sound. The only response is laughter, like a melody dancing around him, until it begins to fade. Then he is falling. There’s no warmth, there’s no closeness. He’s falling and he’s being torn to shreds inside and out. Where there were smiling eyes just mere seconds ago now he only sees darkness, endless emptiness ready to swallow him whole and he’s scared, he’s terrified. It’s cold. So cold he shivers all the way to his bones and he tries to move, in vain. He tries to scream, but no sound comes out. He’s drowning and he’s panicking, knows he’s alone and there’s nothing to keep him from being crushed by the approaching blackness. Minho’s eyes snap open. He’s breathing hard, his skin bathed in cold sweat. He still feels cold although the covers are pulled all the way to his chin, another body next to him only inches away, radiating warmth. Yet he can’t calm his frantically beating heart, or stop his mind from running in circles. “Minho?” Kibum asks, propped up on his elbow as he looks straight at Minho. There’s nothing odd at them sharing the bed at this point, not anymore, especially since they both stick to their own sides religiously. Even now, Kibum looks hesitant, almost ready to reach out but still respecting the invisible line drawn between them on the mattress. “It’s fine,” Minho croaks. His throat hurts, after only those few syllables. “A bad dream.” “A dream?” Kibum tilts his head, something passing over his sharp features. Minho swallows and nods. “A dream.” There’s no way it can be anything else, right? When he tries to sleep he sees those gentle eyes, looking at him with laughter until they fade, replaced by the endless black coldness. The dream goes on, flashes of pain and brutal mauling overpowering every other feeling. Panic wakes Minho up. He doesn’t sleep for the rest of the night. Neither does Kibum. “Hey, Jjong, can I ask you something?” Jonghyun looks up from where he’s scrawling his notes on a piece of paper, trying to make progress with the main headline for the next day’s paper. He’s not doing so well, though, and Minho is even worse off as he can’t keep his thoughts together for long enough to come up with a decently structured sentence. The memory of the dream doesn’t leave Minho alone, especially not when he can still see it in his mind so vividly whenever he thinks back to it. And that’s exactly why he needs to talk to Jonghyun. “Sure,” Jonghyun sighs after a pause, dipping his pen into the bottle of ink. He only manages a couple of words now, too, and with a frustrated huff he abandons his work completely. “Shoot!” He leans back in his chair and folds his arms behind his head, arching a questioning eyebrow at his friend. “There’s this,” Minho hesitates, “dream I had. A nightmare, actually.” Jonghyun perks up, straightening his posture as he looks straight at the other man, yearning for a good story. “Oh?” His interest seems to even intensify as Minho recounts the happenings of the dream, tries to describe the feelings and the changes as accurately as he can. There’s not much he can say, though, nothing that isn’t vague or possible to interpret in a million ways. There’s one thing Minho doesn’t tell, a detail he keeps to himself. If the woman in the dream had slanted, feline eyes and eerily pale skin, it’s probably only in his imagination. “So,” Jonghyun frowns as everything is on the table. “When she was choking in her own blood her fingers turned into claws?” “Yeah,” Minho agrees. The claws he knows from before, so similar to the ones he hasn’t seen on Kibum’s hands ever since the day he brought him home. He tried to talk about the dream to Kibum first, but it only resulted in silent treatment he isn’t that keen on repeating. Now that he’s finally in friendly terms with Kibum, both of them getting used to sharing space together, he doesn’t want to ruin it. “What kind of claws?” Jonghyun asks further. He dips the pen into ink again and reaches for a fresh scrap of paper, doodling something that resembles the paw of a bear. “Like these?” “No.” Minho knows he’s not much of an artist but he reaches out anyway and grabs the pen, drawing into the small space left between the bear paw and the edge of the paper. “Like this.” He draws the long claws, many times longer than the fingers they’re attached to. Jonghyun whistles. “Wow man. You’re having some serious shit going on if that’s what you dream of.” “But it’s not that,” Minho insists, frustrated. “She didn’t want to hurt me. She never raised her hand against me. She simply tried to keep me safe and hold me close, and then the others came and killed her. I don’t know what happened to me, not after they left me there alone to die and dragged her away.” “Maybe you have some abandonment issues you’re not aware of?” Jonghyun smirks. At Minho’s annoyed huff he laughs, raising his hands placating. “Sorry man! I’ll think of it, okay? I’ll tell you if I find out anything at all about something freaky like this.” That’s the end of it, then. The process of learning to live together is so gradual that eventually, Minho has no idea when he stopped being slightly scared of Kibum and instead started wanting to take care of him, shelter him from the world. There’s an easy companionship there, in the way they share their meals and spend hours upon hours in relative silence. Sometimes Minho still reads, sometimes they talk in low, hushed voices. Sometimes they simply coexist right next to one another. It’s something Minho could get used to. And the thought doesn’t even scare him. Everything starts to change with little notes. For all his life Minho has been an observer, has been fascinated by things around him enough to meticulously write down the important parts, as soon as he learned how. He might write of the heavy scent at the bakers after buying fresh bread, or scribble about the little fishermen boats in the harbour. His favourites are always descriptions of things most people find too common to pay attention to. Used to be, anyway. Lately whenever he gets a moment with a stack of paper and a bottle of ink, his mind seems to be circling around one topic only: Kibum. So Minho writes down everything he knows about Kibum. He describes the change from human to the creature and back, he notes down every little detail Kibum has slipped about himself during their time together. He makes sure he’s got everything covered and when he runs out of things to say he begins to speculate instead. Where did Kibum come from? Are there more of his kind, somewhere? What is he? He also writes about the dreams. He’s never been the type to suffer from nightmares but now they appear with growing frequency, plaguing his nights. Whenever he mentions any of them to Kibum, the only answer he gains is a haunted look and deafening silence, so he lets it be. Even when Kibum is healed, he doesn’t go away. His walking is easier, and although he still loses his strength fast if he tries to do something more exerting, the change is clear. Especially to a practiced observer like Minho. Minho supposes it should bother him, how his mind keeps circling around the mystery. It’s not even only Kibum’s past, or how he’s different from humans. It’s also the slow and measured way he moves, the low pitch of his voice. It’s the curve of his long neck, the sharp set of his jaw. Kibum is beautiful, and that makes the mystery hanging around him all the more alluring. There’s really no denying how attracted Minho is to his guest. He wants to learn everything about Kibum, but not only due to scientific curiosity. He wants to share his life, wants things to go on like this now that he’s gotten the first taste of companionship. He can’t help but want more. In every way. Yet, Minho is determined to keep it under wraps, to never speak a single word of it. Until Kibum does. An elbow in his side jolts Minho awake from a blissfully dreamless sleep. For a moment he has to just blink, his eyes burning and his mind only slowly catching up. “Kibum?” He rolls on his back, squinting at Kibum in the darkness. Only the moonlight is painting everything in pale blue hues, making Kibum’s skin seem even paler than usual. “What’s wrong?” Minho asks as he supports himself on his elbow, reaching with his free hand to touch Kibum’s arm. Kibum flinches away though, carefully avoiding all contact between them. It makes Minho frown even further, as he had assumed they’d gotten past that already longer ago. Granted, they’re not exactly cuddly, but small everyday gestures have come easier and easier for Kibum to accept, even to offer. Minho struggles upright, the blanket pooling around his waist. Kibum is sitting cross-legged next to him, facing his direction, as if he’s been waiting before he finally woke Minho up. There’s not a single word for the longest, though, and Minho is almost ready to break the silence when Kibum finally speaks up. “You’re attracted to me.” It’s not a question, it’s a simple statement, and yet Minho is left feeling like he should react to it somehow. He clears his throat, slightly embarrassed, but tries to aim for a reassuring smile nevertheless. “I’m sorry, Kibum. I didn’t mean to make you feel awkward. I could… do you want me to sleep on the couch?” The first answer he gains is an incredulous look, as if Kibum thinks he’s completely lost his mind. “No. Why would you?” He looks frustrated with himself, fighting for words that don’t come. Finally he sighs, dropping his gaze down on the beddings. “I haven’t interacted with humans much. I don’t… know how you do this.” “How we do what?” Minho asks, confused. He reaches out, though, placing his palm on top of Kibum’s hand as if to show him that it’s okay, he’s not going to run away because of some hiccups in their communication. He knows Kibum isn’t human, even if it’s sometimes so easy to forget. “Minho,” Kibum begins, slowly. He looks up, and his eyes are blazing, the colour bleeding out of them until they’re as pale as they were when they first met. “I am attracted to you.” Suddenly, Minho is completely awake. His heart is beating madly, as he holds his breath and tries to process the statement. He probably should be scared, with the way Kibum’s skin has turned into a whiter shade than usual, how his eyes are glowing, his features sharper than before. Yet all he wants to do is crawl closer until there’s nothing between them. Kibum doesn’t seem to see that, as he averts his gaze and closes his eyes, breathing deeply to rid the tension of his shoulders. “I knew I shouldn’t have woken you.” He almost whispers, the words barely audible. Still, they’re more than enough to make Minho snap into action. “No, Kibum,” Minho says, “it’s good you did.” He reaches out, his fingertips brushing over the line of Kibum’s jaw before he gently cups it in his large palm. He’s shifting closer then, closing the distance between them until he can slot his mouth against Kibum’s. It’s a kiss unlike anything he’s ever experienced, but then again so is Kibum, unlike anything or anyone he’s ever known. As the kiss deepens Kibum makes a soft, surprised sound, before angling his head to gain better access. It can’t be the first time he’s done this, not with the way he’s catching on so quick, kissing Minho back with fervour. He hooks his arms around Minho’s neck, pulling himself closer until he’s on Minho’s lap, pressed flush against his chest. It’s as if the tension between them breaks, and the next thing Minho knows he’s got Kibum pinned down on the mattress below him, ridded of all his clothing. His skin nearly glows in the moonlight, his features on the edge of transforming into what Minho first saw of him. Everything about him is still human, except for the unnatural eyes and the way he seems to lose some of the softness around the edges. Minho knows this might be a mistake, but he doesn’t care, he can not care. Not when Kibum is spread out underneath him so deliciously. He barely has the presence of mind to hold back and not fuck Kibum raw. “Wait,” he pants, taking a deep breath to appear calmer, more focused than he feels. “I don’t want to hurt you.” The words make something flash in Kibum’s eyes, passing over his features. It’s gone within a blink though, and he simply nods, leaning back against the mattress. The pillows are already somewhere on the floor, but neither of them pays that any mind. What Minho searches for is a small jar he knows he’s stashed somewhere under the small table he has in the corner of the room, even if he hasn’t used the extract in months. Soon enough he’s back, hovering above Kibum again and kissing him like it means the world. His fingers are slippery when he presses them into the lithe body beneath his, relishing in the way Kibum easily opens up for him. It almost feels like a dream, a good one this time, and Minho half expects to jolt awake any minute now to find Kibum sleeping soundly next to him, with all of this having been the result of his overactive imagination. Of course, he doesn’t wake up. Instead he waits until Kibum is practically growling at him to finally get it on, before connecting their bodies in one slow thrust. He hooks Kibum’s legs around his waist as he leans over him, keeping their faces only inches apart. It’s like the closeness is as vital as everything else. Way too soon Minho is too far gone to even make sure Kibum is enjoying himself, instead only taking what his own body yearns for. Yet it’s all clear in the way Kibum is tightening around him, making it hard to focus even on the steady in and out of his hips. Kibum is holding on to his shoulders and Minho can feel when the claws come out, even though they don’t break his skin and only press against his back, as if a silent reminder. Of what, he isn’t even completely sure at this point. So he slams forward, pushes Kibum further into the mattress until he, finally, lets go. As soon as his breathing has levelled Minho pulls back, careful to not crush Kibum with his weight. Kibum looks so fragile and pale, his features slowly softening back to a completely human form, and Minho’s chest aches. He wants to reach out and collect Kibum in his arms, to keep him right there, so he reaches out. Kibum easily slides further, slipping away. “Kibum?” Minho’s voice is hoarse and he clears his throat. It takes a lot of self control not to leap off the bed to pull Kibum back again, but he knows it’s not his place. Ever so slightly, Kibum hesitates. “I won’t be far.” It’s barely audible but it’s all he offers. Then, one step, and he melts into the shadows, out of the room. With a sigh Minho sinks back onto the mattress, allowing his eyes to fall shut. His shoulders feel bruised all over and he’s fairly certain there’s an impressive mark forming high on his back. It reminds him of the way Kibum’s fingers were gripping him just moments ago, the feeling of them elongating, sharpening. No matter how soft, how pliant and how lithe Kibum feels in Minho’s arms, Minho knows he’s capable of killing in a split second. Kibum could easily rip out a grown man’s heart with his bare hands. There’s incredible strength hidden in those limbs, under the even skin. He has a feeling that’s not everything that lies underneath, forgotten, suppressed. Silently Minho slips out of bed, instinctively wrapping the sole blanket around himself as he heads into the living room. There, under the broken window that still hasn’t been replaced, Kibum sits on the floor with his legs tucked close to his chest, his eyes trained into distance. He doesn’t even shift when Minho gets closer and sits next to him, carefully bringing the blanket around them both. They’re not quite embracing, rather sitting shoulder to shoulder, but it’s the closest Minho dares to get. Not because he’d be afraid for his life, but because he doesn’t want to chase Kibum away, doesn’t want to make him withdraw again. Not anymore. The first signs of morning already colour the horizon when Minho can’t keep his eyes open any longer. He falls asleep, his head gently resting on Kibum’s bony shoulder. Kibum doesn’t move. The first sharp blow that lands on his ribs makes Minho realize he’s dreaming. The two things aren’t connected in any way but somehow the pain, as intense as it is, shakes him out of the illusion and suddenly he’s completely aware of his surroundings. There are people around him, teenagers, taller and bulkier than him. They’re armed with heavy pieces of wood and sharp rocks, and the mere thought of the damage those can do makes Minho swallow hard. He isn’t sure how his dream version should react but he doesn’t need to, everything plays out like ripped straight from real life. By the time he shudders awake he’s aching all over, the pain of a broken leg still stinging when he sits up and makes sure it’s not real, it’s only phantom ache from the imagined world. The dream comes back the second he closes his eyes. There are rocks thrown at him, blows landing in the places that will hurt the most. He’s trying to run but his feet won’t take him anywhere, the suffocating feeling of an intense nightmare wrapping him up in an invisible web he cannot break. On the fourth night something changes. There’s a skinny little kid holding his hand, steering him away from certain corners as they run along the back alleys, as fast as their thin legs will carry them. The kid is smiling despite his dirt streaked face and bruised lip, offering encouragement in the only way he knows how. Eventually he learns to trust the kid, learns to follow his example, to save him as much as he’s being saved himself. Only to have it all ripped away. One night the kid is gone, never to be back, the certainty of it carved into the hollows of his bones. He’s on his own from now on. So it goes on, and on, and on. Until, blissfully, Minho jerks awake. As usual, the hurt is still lingering underneath his skin but he waits for it to pass, knows it’s not real and it’s only residue from the intensity of the nightmares. He takes deep breaths until he feels calm, feels awake and like something isn’t gnawing him from the inside. The floorboards are cold when he finally heaves himself out of bed. As usual, Kibum is sitting on the floor, next to the window. Whenever he’s not able to sleep he sneaks there, usually with something to read, to keep him company in the pale moonlight. There’s not even enough light for Minho to make sense of what’s scrawled on the paper, but apparently Kibum’s vision is sharper than his. Not a word is exchanged when Minho settles next to Kibum, but they shift until they’re leaning slightly on one another, sharing space without even thinking about it. It’s something Minho has gotten used to in these past weeks, something he draws comfort from. There are no embraces or holding on directly, but there’s always the brush of their shoulders or arms, sometimes even resting heavily against the other one’s side. For a good moment Minho focuses on the steady, almost inaudible breaths Kibum takes, and it’s almost enough to lull him back to sleep. Until the cold feeling of the nightmare curls closer to him, makes his eyes snap open and his heartbeat quicken. Maybe it’s the first surge of panic that makes him blurt out the words, even though he knows the topic has always been shot down before. “I had a nightmare,” he begins. “There was this boy, he was –” He doesn’t get any further. Quickly, Kibum twists around, the reading completely abandoned as he focuses solely on Minho. “Don’t go back to sleep.” It’s merely a whisper, but there’s something in his eyes that makes Minho want to obey. Sleeping doesn’t really sound so tempting anymore, in any case. Especially not with the threat of another nightmare looming right there at the edges of his consciousness. Carefully, Minho brings a hand to the back of Kibum’s neck, sliding his fingers into the soft strands of hair. He hesitates, as if asking for permission, but when nothing stops him he leans in and connects their mouths in a kiss. It’s the first one for them after that night, but it’s easy to slip back to the slow burn of need between them, to let it overpower everything else. If Minho doesn’t sleep he’s going to need a distraction, and Kibum is thoroughly willing. The storm begins when Minho is on his way to work and by the time he arrives, he’s soaked from head to toe. There’s not much he can do about it so he just shucks his coat and tries to squeeze most of the water out of his shirt. Nothing can salvage his shoes at this point, and he can’t exactly strip off all of his clothes publicly so he settles for pulling the damp shirt back on, before migrating to his desk. Usually the stormy days are when he works the best but somehow it’s hard for him to wrap his mind around anything now. He keeps making mistakes with everything, keeps forgetting what he was doing in the middle of it, and starts to feel utterly pathetic already way before his sole break of the day. He keeps tracing random patterns onto the words he’s already written, smudging the ink beyond recognition. It’s the slam of a palm on his desk that jolts him out of his thoughts and he looks up, only to be face to face with a grinning Jonghyun. “Hey, what’s up? A mopey day?” He says it like those happen much more often than they do, but they both know he doesn’t mean anything by it. He doesn’t even expect an answer, but pushes a bowl of food closer to Minho. Apparently he took a quick run to the market place. Gratefully, Minho grabs the food, as it gives him something to focus on. He’s hungrier than he’s even realized, but at least pauses chewing for long enough to give Jonghyun a quick smile. “Thanks. You’re a saviour.” “Yeah I know I’m amazing,” Jonghyun smirks, and unlike Minho he doesn’t even bother to swallow the mouthful of rice before speaking. “You looked like you needed it.” He gives a one shouldered shrug. For a good while he’s silent, completely content eating, but finally can’t keep his curiosity in check. “So. Is it the nightmare again?” Minho startles, freezing at the images it makes flash through his consciousness. “No. It’s okay,” he says and it doesn’t even feel like a lie. “I’ll manage.” The nightmares haven’t bothered him for a few nights now, but it doesn’t mean he can’t still recall every single one of them by merely closing his eyes. Somehow, he feels like it’s not his place to tell about them, even though he couldn’t explain that if he’d tried. “Does this mean you haven’t had them, or that you mistakenly think you’re man enough to deal with them?” Jonghyun asks, a teasing quirk to his lips. It makes Minho laugh, the stone cold uneasiness in the pit of his stomach lifting slightly. “Something in between,” he answers finally. “I’ll let you know when I need to be rescued.” “Good.” Jonghyun smirks. “That’s what friends are for!”

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it’s not proofread through as well as it should be but today’s been… quite eventful and I just want to rest :( hopefully you enjoy nevertheless!

Comments

[loveshineebang.livejournal.com]

still a mystery for me but it just make me more curious... :)
minkey's sexual tension is hot <3
and jonghyun is there as a best friend to minho

[fonulyn.livejournal.com]

some things might remain a mystery, too, but we shall see ;) thanks so much for reading and commenting! :D

[bangles25.livejournal.com]

MOARRRRR. please right now ugh this is so good i love it so much ew look at this run on sentence what is happening omg

[fonulyn.livejournal.com]

ahaha thank you! :D I'm glad you like! and more shall follow but I'm not quite sure when I manage to proofread the last part :| but soon!

[koukaiaru.livejournal.com]

SPOT ;a; (I'll try to comment sometime during this week but if i can't expect is as soon as I get back) ;a;

[fonulyn.livejournal.com]

aw don't worry sweetie! take your time~♥ and good luck with the exams!

[koukaiaru.livejournal.com]

ok so i managed to get connected for a little while and i decided to use it to comment 8)

i have this whole theory about minho's dreams... i'm really excited to see if even a small part of what i expect will turn out to be true xD it all makes sense in my head... hmmmm 8) i'll just hint that i think it's not minho's dreams that minho's dreaming /secretive voice

and omg they had sex, and key was less human during the act, you complain about your sex being vague, but it really doesn't matter, you still make it hot <3

ilu <3 sorry this comment is so shirt bb~

[fonulyn.livejournal.com]

aw, much appreciated ;) how are you doing? surviving the stress?

har har har har I'm not going to say anything yet but it's cool that you have theories! ;D not minho's dreams, mmmm, we'll see~~

thank you~<3 I'm glad you think so since vague sex is all I can write, lmao.

ilu2~<333 and don't worry!

[koukaiaru.livejournal.com]

yeah i mean i'm finished with my exams i'm actually in a spa rn but there's no wifi here, i'm at a bar with my comp today that's why i'm online, i'm trying to post that onkey i told you about, i managed to get someone who's more into that stuff to proof read it for me so you don't have to worry about it ^^.

i can't wait for the next part of your fic tho when are you gonna publish it ;a;

[fonulyn.livejournal.com]

ahh I see :D I hope the exams went well! ah and okay. I might check it out anyway out of curiosity XD

I'm aiming for tomorrow or Wednesday but can't make definite promises ;;

[koukaiaru.livejournal.com]

sure, imma publish it on tumblr when i'm done, just don't judge me, i'm perverted 8)

i can't wait <3 i really wanna know how it ends <3

[maddiecupcake.livejournal.com]

This is beginning to turn into one of my new favorites ^^ I wanna know what key is already waaaaah!

[fonulyn.livejournal.com]

thank you so much~ I'm glad to hear you like :D haha we'll see what we find out eventually~

[smileyone91.livejournal.com]

I'm really intrigued by this! What is Key exactly and what do Minho's dreams mean?
I also really enjoy the quiet and peaceful tone of your writing style, because despite the calmness, you are also still able to push through hard emotion, tension and turmoil in the scene when you need it. I think it captures of the personalities of Minho and Key well, and their attraction for each other.
Can't wait for the final part!

[fonulyn.livejournal.com]

I'm glad to hear you're intrigued! ;) We shall find out some things, definitely, while others might be left more vague. Let's see what the last part brings!

Ah and thank you so much ;;♥ I'm so happy that you like the tone of my writing! It means a lot to me!

[stolenflower.livejournal.com]

WHAT DOES THIS ALL MEAN? WHAT IS THE PUZZLE THAT WE ARE ALL TRYING TO SOLVE? IS MINHO DREAMING OF HIM AND KEY? WHY IS HE HAVING THESE DREAMS? ARE THEY FROM HIS PAST? WHAT IS FOR LUNCH TOMORROW AT SCHOOL? oh wait that's off topic lmao

ohmygod they are so hot. SO. HOT. I CAN'T. OTL

their relationship is so cute omfg can i has it pleaseu?

minho's nightmares scare me TT.TT it's a premonition

also, as i was reading this, i suddenly went 'why is my bb's writing so beautiful?' it just flows so magically and afjsdjfkldjglksdfglf POETRY IS WHAT IT IS! ART! A MASTERPIECE! UGH TEACH ME HOW TO ART!!!

[fonulyn.livejournal.com]

LMAO ILU OKAY those are all very good questions and I'm going to be a total killjoy and say I won't answer to any of these. you shall have to waaaaait~ 8)

//sobbing// don't be so nice to me you're being too kind I am not deserving ;; but thank you, so much sweetie~♥

[stolenflower.livejournal.com]

kekeke you deserve everything bb <3

[salome620.livejournal.com]

Minho's dreams scare me. are they some kind of premonition of what will happen next? i think Kibum knows what they are about because he's obviously trying to distract Minho.

who are those people in Minho's dream?
where did Kibum come from?

so many mysteries. how will this story end? i'm anticipating the next part, and yet, i'm kinda scared of it. hahaha!