[fic] Minho/Key – SHINee – Who Cares About Soccer? – Part 3/4

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Title: Who Cares About Soccer?; Part 3/4
Author: fonulyn
Rating: NC17
Pairing: Minho/Key
Characters: Jonghyun, Onew
Warnings: --
Disclaimer: I own no one, only my dirty imagination.
Summary: Kibum has no idea how a one night stand suddenly turns into a messy romance. Apparently nothing is as it seems when it comes to the country’s own superstar soccer hero Choi Minho.
Comments: So I’m back from Scotland, completely and utterly exhausted, and if the formatting is a little wonky you can blame it on that, haha. I hope you enjoy!

Part I, Part II The next gap in Minho’s schedule is almost a week later and he promptly schedules Kibum in. It makes Kibum feel sort of dumb, to make a reservation like that, but it also makes him feel giddy since Minho is willing to make an effort and actually dedicate his time for Kibum, too. Even though a week feels long – even longer to Jinki and Jonghyun, who are the designated helpers to distract Kibum from going nuts while waiting – it flies by surprisingly fast in the end. Despite his lack of skill when it comes to cooking Kibum decides he’s going to try to make something edible for the two of them. He googles recipes and spends a whole day trying to sort through them for one that might be usable. In the end he decides on a steak and some vegetables, as it seems to be what most websites suggest for a fancier, western meal. When the doorbell rings he has the table set for two, the food almost done, and he’s even had the time to make sure he doesn’t look the part of a frustrated housewife even if he might feel like one. He’s immensely grateful for the last part when he opens the door and Minho stands there looking like he always does, like he’s ripped straight from one of those advertisements in glossy magazines. It really should be illegal. “Hi,” Minho smiles, and as soon as he steps inside he leans forward. He captures Kibum’s elbow in his palm to stop him from withdrawing, and kisses him chastely. Or, tries to kiss him chastely. His plan sort of backfires when Kibum practically shudders from the contact and moves in to deepen the kiss. It has the potential to turn into one of those kisses that make you forget about dinner completely, but somehow they manage to pull apart and just stand there for a second, grinning at one another. “Okay so.” Kibum finally shakes himself out of the trance. How come they’re again acting like lovestruck teens, damnit. “I’ve got food, I hope you’re hungry!” “Starving!” Minho answers, shrugging off his jacket. In no time he’s following Kibum into the kitchen, and takes the seat that’s pointed for him. The food at least looks decent so Kibum serves them both generous portions of it, before sitting down across from Minho. It only takes Kibum one bite to realize that looking good doesn’t equal tasting good. The food is atrocious. At best. Only a long gulp of wine allows him to swallow the meat, and with the next bite he discovers that the vegetables aren’t any better. Maybe he went a little too overboard with the seasoning, but it’s not his fault that nothing tasted like anything when he was still cooking. Kibum is already about to push his plate away and apologize, when he realizes that Minho is actually eating. Being curious – and maybe a little sadistic – Kibum leans his chin on his palm, watching the scene unfold. Minho’s expression seems completely steeled as he swallows a bite after bite, as if he simply doesn’t allow himself to show how much he’s not enjoying the dinner. To his luck, it only takes a short moment for Kibum to crack up. “Oh god Minho put the food away!” He laughs, shaking his head as Minho looks up with slightly widened eyes. “It sucks! I don’t know how you can keep a straight face while doing that but trust me, you don’t need to suffer any more torture.” He grins, reaching forward to snatch Minho’s plate away so he can dump all of the food into the trash. Minho leans back in his seat and sighs, obviously relieved. “Next time, you could pass the cooking.” He’s grinning too, though, his eyes sparkling with amusement. “I promise. I won’t try to poison you again,” Kibum swears with his hand on his heart. Then he turns around and grabs a fistful of leaflets from behind the toaster. “So now, how about some takeout?” “I still can’t believe you’ve never had Indian before!” Kibum says through a mouthful of stewed beef, waving around a piece of Naan before stuffing it in his mouth as well. By the time the food arrived he’d been starving, and what would be a better way to get rid of false modesty than intense hunger? Thankfully Minho has been practically inhaling the food too, even if it feels like he’s been watching Kibum with some level of amusement. Not that Kibum minds, not really. “Never had the occasion.” Minho shrugs. His eyes are on the last grains of rice he’s trying to scrape from his bowl, having practically drowned them in the spicy sauce. “I thought I’d tasted everything worthwhile already.” Kibum sighs, a little dreamily. It must be nice, flying from country to country, continent to continent, the whole world at your feet wherever you decide to go. He’s travelled too, but a few holiday trips doesn’t exactly compare to touring the world. “You get to travel so much! If I didn’t hate sports so much I’d love your job.” “You don’t get to see much of the countries, really,” Minho says. Finally he deems his bowl empty and sets it down on the table, fixing his undivided attention to Kibum. “It’s more like, fly there, practice, play the games, fly elsewhere. Mostly you see hotels.” “Are you kidding me!” Kibum asks, eyes wide. “Seriously, if you’d take me along I’d make it a total adventure. We could go see some sights, do shopping, dive into one of those little hole-in-the-wall restaurants and just… walk around. Soak in the atmosphere. It’d be great!” “You should be a tourist guide with the way you speak,” Minho points out, laughing. Something seems to cross his mind, then. “So what do you actually do?” He shifts until he’s sitting sideways on the couch, arm thrown over the backrest, facing Kibum. “You’re not a tourist guide, are you?” That makes Kibum laugh. “No, I’m not. I’m an interior designer.” “Which means..?” Minho prompts. Kibum gives an elaborate shrug. “Well, a variety of things. Sometimes my customers only want me to give them general guidelines, suggestions on colour schemes and materials. You know, tapestries or paint or kitchen tiles. Sometimes they have furniture they want me to work around and make their place new. Sometimes I get to redo everything from scratch. It all really depends on the customer.” “Sounds interesting,” Minho says. To Kibum’s surprise he actually seems to mean it. When Minho asks him what he’s working on right now, he suddenly realizes he’s giving a long elaborate explanation on the projects he’s been engrossed in. The most exciting one is an old penthouse apartment he’s gotten free hands with, and he spends a good while describing the things he’s planned for it. Somehow they end up drifting from one topic to another, and at the same time they seem to be gravitating closer to one another on the couch. Neither of them knows how Minho trying to convince Kibum of the beauty of soccer turns into shamelessly making out, but then again, neither of them really even cares. It’s way past midnight when Minho leaves. The following five minutes Kibum spends leaning against the door, grinning like an idiot as he recounts the whole evening in his mind. Life is good. This time, Jinki doesn’t even care that his boss might see as he drops down to sit at the same table with Jonghyun and Kibum. He knows there’s been gossip before he managed to detach himself from the very demanding elderly couple in the corner table. For a while he thought they’d never let him stop naming the ingredients to every single dish on their menu. At long last, he’s here though, and he’s greeted with complete and utter silence. “So!?” he finally bursts out, gesturing impatiently. “Aren’t you going to share any disgustingly detailed descriptions of your date with Mr. Perfect?” He tries to make it sound teasing but he’s Jinki, his jokes almost always fall flat, and he just ends up grinning brightly as he expects an answer. It’s Jonghyun that bursts out laughing first, almost snorting his coffee out through his nose. “He hasn’t got any details to share!” he announces, as if he’s appalled about that. “Can you imagine; they kept it completely PG!” “Not completely,” Kibum argues, frowning a little like his honour needs to be defended. He’s in way too good a mood to even pretend he’s offended though, the stubborn grin spreading on his lips on its own. “There was some making out and groping and let me tell you: you should be envious. I’ve had worse sex in my life. Actually, most of the sex I’ve had has been worse, that is just how good he is.” “So,” Jonghyun drawls, “to sum it up: either the guy is a complete god in bed, or our little Kibummie is so whipped he has no standards anymore.” Jinki looks like he’s considering it for a second but then nods solemnly. “I vote for the latter.” “Me too.” Unfortunately no matter how much Kibum protests, his friends won’t hear a single word of it, and eventually he lets them have their fun. He focuses back on his raspberry-cheesecake, only half-heartedly listening to the two try to find the most imaginative and descriptive words to mock him with. It’s the sort of good-natured bickering that always makes him feel comfortable, as he’s so used to being around his friends. At some point he actually tunes out the chatting around himself, and he only snaps back to reality when Jinki gives his shoulder a light shake. “Earth to Kibum,” he practically sings, grinning brightly. “Is it true what Jonghyun is telling me? That guy lived through your epic rant of linoleum against PVC? And the whole Yoon project fiasco?” “He did not only live through it,” Kibum answers, a little cockily. “He actually paid attention, unlike you two backstabbing pretenders!” Jonghyun protests immediately. “Hey! I did pay attention!” “So, when would one want to use linoleum in flooring?” Kibum asks, smiling sweetly. It only takes a second for Jonghyun’s mock-insulted expression to melt away as he quickly shakes his head. “Okay I didn’t pay attention. Happy now? It’s not like I needed to make an effort to get into your pants!” “And it’s not like you’re a gentleman,” Kibum adds, and Jinki laughs. More or less skilfully, Jonghyun changes the topic. Only when he grudgingly offers to buy both of his friends dinner, he’s finally let off the hook. The autumn is exceptionally cold and rainy. Usually it’s the best time of the year, when the shocking humidity and heat of the summer is gone, leaving pleasant warmth behind. Now it’s been raining for days on end, the temperatures dropping lower than in years. Because of that the streets are less busy than ever – not that it’s by much – and people seem to be hiding inside. It’s all the better if one asks Kibum, as he’s always enjoyed weather like this. He likes the way rain makes the air clear and crisp now that it’s not so hot anymore, and there’s something almost poetic in the way the lights reflect from the puddles on the ground. The best part of it all is that Minho seems to agree with him, judging by the way he keeps inhaling deeply, his eyes slipping shut. They’re walking down the street slowly, never minding the few stray droplets that remain of the rain that has paused for a while. “It’s good to know that you don’t always take your dates to burger joints,” Kibum points out finally, breaking the comfortable silence between them. Minho chuckles, lifting his shoulders a little. “Maybe oysters and champagne would’ve been better for the first date,” he agrees. He nudges Kibum with his elbow, and they keep walking so close to one another they’re almost touching constantly. “I should have known you’re high maintenance.” “Me!?” Kibum sputters, aiming for indignant. “You bastard. You just took me out for a pizza date. It’s not like pizza is much better than burgers.” “You seemed to like it,” Minho counters evenly. “Besides, in the future all restaurants will be Pizza Hut.” Their laughter fills the air around them. Pizza or not, Kibum has to admit that this is exactly the easy mood for a date he loves. Neither of them has to impress the other, and there’s no huge pressure hanging over their heads. The only downside is how he’d love to hook his arm with Minho’s or grab his hand, but he holds back. He’s pretty sure Minho wouldn’t appreciate that so he keeps himself in check. “Do you still want some dessert?” Minho asks, touching Kibum’s shoulder as if he somehow senses that the lack of physical contact is on the other man’s mind. He’s smiling, softly, a content sparkle in his eyes that shows he’s enjoying himself. It makes Kibum smile in return, unable not to. “Nah. I’m still way too stuffed. That pizza was gigantic.” “Let me walk you home, then?” Minho offers. He gives Kibum’s upper arm a light squeeze before letting go, and makes sure not to withdraw all too much. It’s like he’s trying to be considerate, within the limits he has set. The thought warms Kibum’s heart, and he almost dares to believe that things will work out in the end. They would be good together, he is sure of that. Only when they reach Kibum’s apartment complex Minho re-creates the contact, resting his palm on Kibum’s shoulder. It feels like they’re trapped in a teenage romance or just a very cheesy movie when he pins Kibum down against the door of his apartment and kisses him slowly. Kibum decides he doesn’t really mind being in this particular movie. As long as it’s a typical romantic comedy and ends up in sunshine and forevers, instead of heartbreak and trying to forget. It doesn’t really matter they’re both grown-ups, they’re still allowed their silly giddiness. Right now he twines his arms around Minho’s neck and kisses back, savours the moment until it breaks naturally. “You want to come inside?” Kibum asks, his voice a notch deeper than before. He’s quite sure he’s blushing slightly, too, at least judging by the matching flush painting Minho’s neck, his cheeks and even the tips of his ears. Part of it is from the cold, part of it, well, it was a good kiss. One of those that go straight to your toes. Minho looks truly disappointed, before schooling his expression to an apologetic smile. “I would love to. But I have a really early wake up tomorrow, I already sort of ditched a part of our training today and–” Kibum shuts him up with a soft kiss. “It’s okay.” He surprises even himself with how much he means it. For once, he feels like the ground isn’t burning under his feet and they’ve got time. “When are you free?” “There’s a whole weekend off next week,” Minho says, obviously relieved. “Wanna spend it at my place? We don’t even need to get out of the apartment for two whole days.” Kibum grins. “Sounds like a deal.” Next Friday is, if possible, even rainier than the couple of weeks preceding it. Minho offers to pick Kibum up but Kibum refuses, saying that he’s around downtown anyway and can take the train to the right part of town. Otherwise it would’ve worked out fine, he has the address and he’s not dumb, but when he steps out of the subway and heads down the right street it’s like the skies tear open and the rain is so thick you could cut it with a knife. The way back to the station is probably as long as the way to Minho’s apartment so Kibum throws his bag over his shoulder and decides to make a dash for it. He hates running. There aren’t many things in the world he loathes more, and it doesn’t make it better that the rain drenches him to the core and makes his clothes heavy and sticks them to his skin. By the time he reaches the correct building he’s out of breath and out of patience. The way the concierge looks at him is downright disdainful, like he doesn’t belong to a fancy building like this. The man is polite and all, even asks Kibum if there’s anything he can do for him, but it just serves to aggravate Kibum’s mood even further and he practically snaps at the man that he’s fine, he’s here to visit a tenant. The whole exchange definitely isn’t doing anything to improve Kibum’s mood. At all. He is grumbling angrily at himself all through the elevator ride to the top floor, shivering in his rapidly cooling clothes. Thankfully Minho opens the door almost as soon as Kibum reaches it. Shamelessly, Kibum drops his bag and falls into Minho’s arms, not caring that he gets them both cold and wet in the process. Minho is so wonderfully warm, and he’s allowed something nice right now. “Save me!” he orders theatrically. “This has been a shit day.” A little hesitantly Minho wraps his arms around Kibum’s shoulders, huffing a laugh into his wet hair. “You’re drenched. Why didn’t you call me for a ride?” “Because I would’ve had to wait for said ride in the rain, idiot,” Kibum mumbles, the words lacking the usual heat as he’s enjoying this a little too much. “Also, your concierge is an asshole.” Minho laughs. “It must’ve been the Jung guy, he hates everyone and everything unless you wave a healthy tip at him. I promise, the old Park is a lot nicer, he’ll love you to bits.” He’s slowly rubbing Kibum’s back, trying to warm him up, and neither of them really makes a move to get out of the doorway before Minho pulls Kibum inside. It’s only then that Kibum realizes he maybe should’ve waited with the displays of affection until they’re inside. “Uhm, you don’t have security feed in the hall, do you? And if you do, is the asshole concierge curious?” He tilts his head but his cheek is still pressed against Minho’s chest, and he’s just following Minho’s lead further into the apartment. Grinning, Minho pushes him back as soon as they step into the huge bathroom. “Don’t worry, the only cameras in the top floor are mine and he has no access to them. But no making out in the elevator,” he adds with a smirk. Before Kibum can answer there’s a fluffy towel thrown at him, and automatically he begins rubbing his hair a little dryer. He only gives a muffled agreement when Minho tells him he’s going to find some dry clothes and will be right back. Dry clothing would definitely be appreciated at this point, he’s beginning to freeze down to his bones. Maybe a hot bath would make him melt a little bit, he thinks hopefully. When he pulls back the towel again, he takes in his surroundings for the first time. The bathroom is luxurious. There’s a huge bathtub and a separate shower, everything clean and spotless and shiny and Kibum feels like he’s in a five star hotel. It’s really nice, in that fancy sort of way, but there are no personal touches except for the shampoo bottles and shaving supplies scattered across the counter. “Here.” Minho’s voice makes Kibum jump a bit and when he swirls around a small pile of clothes is offered for him. “Your stuff is all damp so these are mine. They should fit well enough. We can throw those in the dryer.” “Thanks,” Kibum smiles. “Wanna get me something warm to drink, too?” This weekend is looking up already. Warm clothes manage to improve Kibum’s mood even further and by the time he emerges from the bathroom he’s already feeling like a different person compared to earlier. He only manages a few steps into the living room though before he stops dead in his tracks, his eyes flying wide. “Holy fuck.” He doesn’t even realize he’s speaking, too busy to take in the room. Of course he knew Minho wasn’t poor. He just never assumed he’d be this rich, either. The apartment is like a palace, everything chosen from the most expensive materials. It’s not a style Kibum would particularly like, he’s more the kind of a guy who tries to go for second hand items and furniture at least partly – they can be luxurious, too! – instead of focusing on picking the most expensive option for everything. It does look good. But it also looks a bit too clinical for his tastes and there’s not really much there that makes it look like a home. His mind is already running wild on how he could change things to make the whole room work a lot better, and has just decided he’d so get rid of the ugly as fuck couch when Minho joins him and hands him a cup of hot tea. “Did you actually buy the furniture or have someone do it for you?” Kibum asks, although he can already guess the answer. He only grins, though, and takes a sip as he waits for an answer. “This, well, it’s mostly a place I come to sleep in,” Minho admits with a little shrug. “I never really felt like it needed to be changed. So this is pretty much what I bought when I moved in.” “You know,” Kibum drawls, stepping closer until he can slide an arm around Minho’s neck and pull him in for a kiss. It turns out to be a little longer than intended, neither of them willing to pull back. Kibum even goes as far as to blindly set his mug on the table, all without breaking the contact between them. The way Minho slides fingers into his hair makes him shiver, a breathy little moan escaping him on its own. “I could redo the place.” So, he’s a little bit distracted right now, but Kibum still makes a valiant effort to get the words out clearly. His voice breaks, when Minho gently scrapes his teeth down Kibum’s neck. It’s really not fair. “You know, make it more you. New tapestry, the godawful couch can go and I sho–” That is when he gives up talking altogether. It’s a bit hard to form words when Minho captures his lower lip between his teeth and proceeds to kiss him again. It seems like a perfectly valid option to fall on the couch in a heap of limbs, but the coffee table is too close and somehow Kibum manages to land a solid kick on the tea mug and sends it flying right on the hardwood floor. The crash startles them apart, and for a second they just stare at one another before they burst out laughing. “So, my grand plan,” Kibum giggles, “is to destroy everything in your apartment so that you’ll have to let me redo the décor.” He’s already pushing his hands under Minho’s shirt to throw it away, immensely grateful for the fact that they’re both currently only in sweatpants and loose t-shirts. It might be the comfy home-look, technically speaking, but it’s damn well convenient. The words make Minho laugh but it turns into a low groan when a hand is shamelessly pushed down the front of his pants. “Please don’t destroy my TV.” The words are so low and husky he could be saying anything, anything at all, and it’d still make Kibum shudder. “Well,” Kibum answers, while curling his fingers around Minho’s cock to give him a slow stroke. “I can spare the TV. But let’s see how dirty we can get this couch.” There are no objections to that. With a grunt, Minho shifts lower on his seat, giving Kibum more space to move above him. Partly, he’s just hoping that it’ll be enough to make Kibum pick up the pace, since what he’s doing now is not even nearly as much as either of them wants. He wants to grab Kibum’s hips and force him down all the way, wants to bury himself as deep into Kibum’s body as he possibly can, but he’s doing his best to hold back nevertheless. Kibum is shivering above him, fucking himself shallowly onto Minho’s cock. It must be hard for him to keep it that way, too, judging by his tight expression, the way he keeps holding his breath when he slides just a little bit further down. His arms are slung around Minho’s neck, their foreheads pressed together, and the way he moves makes their lips brush together each time. The first times they slept together it was amazing, it was mind blowing, it was all the superlatives either of them could think of, even if it might sound exaggerated. This time, it feels like something has clicked in place and it’s a notch more intimate, more personal, an undercurrent of intensity in every single move. “I’m gonna risk sounding like a porn star,” Kibum laughs against Minho’s mouth between kisses, shamelessly licking across his lower lip. “But fucking hell you feel amazing.” Then, right then, he shifts and uses his full bodyweight to slide all the way down on Minho’s lap. It tears a surprised moan out of Minho and he throws his arms around Kibum’s waist to keep him there, for a few seconds more. He wants to tell Kibum that no, it’s not he who’s amazing. There’s no way he can speak for the moment though and instead he tightens the embrace, sweaty skin sliding on skin as their chests press together. He kisses Kibum, nips on his bottom lip, and tries to convey all he needs to say without a single word. Later, neither of them would be able to say what happened first. It’s either Kibum breaking all remains of his self control to slam down on Minho’s lap, or Minho thrusting upwards in quick snaps of his hips, that sends them tumbling closer to the edge. It’s almost frantic how they try to gain everything they can from one another, greedy for more throughout it all. Before long Kibum is panting against Minho’s cheek, his eyes closed and fingers digging deep into Minho’s shoulders as he falters in his pace. Minho takes it as a sign to flip them over. Kibum laughs breathlessly as they almost tumble down from the couch, saved by Minho’s reflexes only in the nick of time. “Careful. You don’t want to split my skull open,” he says with a grin, already wrapping his legs around Minho’s waist to pull him back close. Minho chuckles and presses open mouthed kisses on Kibum’s face, sliding his hands down his sides and to his hips. “Don’t worry. I have entirely different plans for you.” With that, he pushes inside of Kibum again, picking up a rhythm of steady, deep thrusts straight away. It doesn’t take a lot at that point and after only a few of those thrusts Kibum is arching off the cushions, coming hard between their bodies. Minho follows not much later, burying his face into Kibum’s neck as the orgasm slams through him. Everything is pleasantly hazy as Minho arranges himself comfortably into Kibum’s arms, head pillowed on his chest and Kibum’s fingers tangled in his hair. He closes his eyes and is almost ready to slip into deep sleep, when Kibum playfully nudges his temple. “C’mon, stud. I want to see the rest of your apartment. You’ll have to give me a tour.” Minho grumbles. “Can I have five minutes, first?” “Alright,” Kibum laughs, delighted, “five. I’m counting.” They stop for a quick shower first, and only when they’re wrapped in fluffy bathrobes they get to going through the luxurious apartment properly. Minho shows Kibum the kitchen that looks like it needs at least a couple of professional chefs working in it, the large balcony with a friggin’ Jacuzzi, the walk-in closet that is like straight from Kibum’s dreams. There’s the guest bedroom that is currently just collecting dust, Minho says, unless his parents or his brother happen to come over for a visit. Nothing is as grand as the master bedroom, though, with its plush carpets and the king sized four poster bed. Kibum laughs as he falls onto the mattress, so soft it almost feels he’s going to drown in the depths of it. “This is like from some fairy tale, seriously! You do realize that these beds are more princess beds than anything?” he grins, teasingly. Minho doesn’t seem to mind. Instead, he kneels on the edge of the bed and crawls forward until he’s hovering above Kibum, able to place a row of kisses on his throat and the side of his neck. “Maybe I’m psychic and knew it had to be suitable for you?” he says. He even manages to dodge the jab on the ribs he gets for it, as he grabs Kibum’s wrists to pin them down on the bed. For a second, Kibum tries to glare, but they both know it’s not going to be even halfway believable. “Call me a princess one more time and you’re never going to get laid again,” he threatens, anyway. “You don’t mean that,” Minho says, cocky and completely sure of himself. That bastard. Kibum doesn’t even get the chance to protest as his lips are sealed with a kiss, a hand worming its way inside his bathrobe. Well, he thinks, two can play this game. This time, when Kibum finally blinks his eyes open, he feels pleasantly sore all over. Also warm, bordering on too hot, and it doesn’t take long to realize the cause for that. Minho is practically draped all over him, trapping him in with an arm slung over him and a leg locked with his. Not that he minds, really. Contrarily, Kibum lets out a content sigh as he snuggles in closer, sticking his nose under Minho’s jaw. He can hear the wind rattling just behind the bedroom window and the rain is drumming harshly against the glass. It’s obviously still storming outside, like it was throughout the night, and that makes Kibum even more glad to be wrapped up in the blankets and in Minho like this. He’ll take back everything nasty he said about the bed last night, it’s wonderful, and he never wants to leave it again. Kibum is almost about to drift back into sleep when finally Minho stirs above him, shifting until he’s not resting on Kibum quite so effectively anymore. It doesn’t matter though, as Kibum turns to face him better and drops a bunch of kisses on and around Minho’s lips. “Wake up, it’s time to rise and shine~” he sing-songs, although he has a good hunch that it’ll piss Minho off when he’s still sleepy. Indeed, the only answer he gains is a grunt that sounds more than displeased. At the same time, Minho tightens his arm around Kibum too, though, as if he can somehow make him shut up and sleep again. “I’m not letting you waste time anymore, I hope you know that,” Kibum says after a few heartbeats. He snuggles back close quite happily, but it doesn’t mean he’s giving in and allowing them to waste more of their weekend by sleeping. Even if sleeping next to Minho is, admittedly, very nice. “I have grand plans for today.” “Like what?” Minho asks, his voice a low mumble. He refuses to open his eyes or lift his head, instead squishes his face even further into the mattress. It’s actually adorable, and has Kibum grinning like a loon. “Well, we could get some food. And maybe go for a walk? Or we could try out that amazing Jacuzzi you have? And kisses. Lots of kisses.” He isn’t really that picky, he just wants them to spend time together now that they finally have a chance to. This time, Minho actually cracks one eye open, a hint of a grin dancing on his lips. “I don’t think I’m going to let you get dressed today.” “So is that a no for the walk?” Kibum asks, almost purring. He doesn’t really mind, everything on his list is negotiable, aside from the kissing since that is something he is determined to get lots of. To start with that, he leans in and presses his lips to Minho’s. It’s slow and sort of lazy, but enough to make them both smile. As if on cue, the wind seems to get stronger, howling outside. Instinctively Kibum burrows himself closer, almost underneath Minho’s form again, and sighs softly against his neck. “Okay maybe it’s not the weather for a walk.” “How about,” Minho says, tugging the covers better over them. “We take a short nap, and then we move to the living room and have dinner in front of the fireplace?” “Okay,” Kibum agrees. “As long as it’s a short nap.” It can’t be a bad idea to spend a moment longer like this. He’s so wonderfully warm and Minho’s skin feels so nice on his. Besides, there is some making out in his immediate future right after. Even though he would’ve said he’s not tired, he can’t even finish that thought before he’s already drifting off. Despite Minho’s offer, they spend a good while in bed even after waking up. There’s kissing, there’s groping and they’re both enjoying it too much to actually get up. Minho’s stomach begins grumbling though, getting more and more demanding and louder until they give up on lazing around further. Laughing, they head into the kitchen to see what they can find. Minho only slips on his boxers and Kibum grabs the discarded bathrobe for himself, and they deem themselves decent enough. Although the kitchen is fancy enough to be suitable for professional chefs, it unfortunately doesn’t mean that it has any food to cook. There’s one can of instant soup in one of the cupboards, there are cans of soda and energy drinks in the fridge, and they manage to locate granola bars. None of that is enough to be a proper dinner though and they end up ordering takeout, again. “One of us really needs to learn to cook,” Kibum announces as he steals an eggroll from Minho. “We can’t keep on living on takeout forever, now can we?” They’re avoiding the couch and sitting on the plush rug in front of the fireplace, eating straight out of the takeout containers. Minho holds out another eggroll for Kibum, who gladly accepts. “I can cook,” he says with a shrug. It makes Kibum stop chewing mid-bite, and he gives the other man an incredulous look. “You… can cook?” “I can cook,” Minho repeats, a grin tugging on his lips. “Why is that so hard to believe?” “No.” Kibum resumes chewing, and swallows the bite before going on. “I just. Didn’t expect it? I mean, you’re a soccer superstar. You could afford a personal cook and a maid!” “I have a maid,” Minho answers. He’s outright smirking now, obviously enjoying the way Kibum sputters at the new piece of information. “She comes in to clean and take care of my laundry two days a week.” Kibum frowns. “Is your maid hot?” First, Minho bursts out laughing. Second, he shuts Kibum up with a kiss. Somehow it turns into two kisses, into three, and before they even notice they’re getting carried away. They make sweet, sweet love – Kibum’s choice of words – right there in front of the artificial fireplace, surrounded by containers of takeout. It’s simultaneously both incredibly romantic and absolutely ridiculous, they decide once they’re coming off their high together. They curl up on the plush armchair to watch a movie, practically piled on top of one another. The couch is still disgusting, and now the rug has to be thrown away as well. There’s no way those stains will ever come off it. The chair is big enough though, when Kibum throws his legs over Minho’s lap and leans on his shoulder, to be wrapped up into the cuddly blanket with him. Halfway through the movie Kibum falls asleep. Minho doesn’t wake him up, but there’s no way he won’t bring it up the first chance he gets. Later, they test drive the Jacuzzi. It’s amazing.

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Comments

[koukaiaru.livejournal.com]

I love this chapter so much ;~; I think I love it the most. it's just that they're so cute together, their dates, the time they spend together, it's all so precious. the scene where key watches minho try to eat the food he made still makes me laugh. and also i absolutely love this:

Shamelessly, Kibum drops his bag and falls into Minho’s arms, not caring that he gets them both cold and wet in the process. Minho is so wonderfully warm, and he’s allowed something nice right now. “Save me!” he orders theatrically.

I think it's my fave scene in the chapter I can really imagine it happening <3.

And omg I snorted so hard at ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* \(◕ヮ◕✿)/ *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ XDXDXDXDXD
Yes we did! ☆*･゜ﾟ･*\(^O^)/*･゜ﾟ･*☆

ilu <3

[fonulyn.livejournal.com]

It was my favourite to write, with all the cuddles ;; I'd totally write cuddles all the time if I could but people could be more than a little bored eventually XD

I want a Minho too, tbh. 8)

ahahaha I AM BACK TO SPRINKLE PURE LOVE AND JOY AROUND! ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* \(◕ヮ◕✿)/

ilu2<3

[derponew.livejournal.com]

Evrything is precious and minho, yes, he should be illegal. Aw this makes me want to fall in love~

[fonulyn.livejournal.com]

Ikr me too ;; gives me all fluffy feelings just thinking about it.

<3

[neezoy.livejournal.com]

I loooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooove this part with all the dating and fooling around and the sex and mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmh *rolls around in feels* AND THE CUDDLING IN THE BED IS MY FAVE

I'm saying it again, I want this fic to be realy SO BADLY IT HURTS GDI

[fonulyn.livejournal.com]

This was my favourite bit to write ;; I was all FUCK THE DRAMA I WANT CUDDLES and yeah I got cuddles 8) I could write cuddles nonstop all the time but it would probably get boring.

You and me both, you and me both ;;<3

[neezoy.livejournal.com]

And you do cuddles so well ;A;

OMG POIROT! I love that icon XD

[fonulyn.livejournal.com]

Poirot is my hero~ 8)

[spankmyjesus.livejournal.com]

This, ugh /flails
I hope this ends well, I really do. Kibum seems so happy!
Can't wait for the next update ♡

[fonulyn.livejournal.com]

We shall see in the last chapter! :D It shouldn't take long, no worries, and you'll find out~~

Thank you for reading, I'm glad you enjoy! ♥

[loveshineebang.livejournal.com]

This chapter is hella sweet <3
Never see it's coming... X)
And this chapter is full with kissing and sex...
And I keep smiling when I read it...
But something good will be end soon... :(

[fonulyn.livejournal.com]

Thank you~♥ haha I totally love them being all sweet and cuddly and maybe it shows? XD Ahhhh happy minkey. But well, we shall see what happens to them! :D

[stolenflower.livejournal.com]

THAT WAS SO SWEEEEEETTTTTTTTTT.
MY HANDS ARE CURLING TOGETHER FROM THE WONDERFUL!!!

ugh they're so cute together. i want them to be together forebbbaa but i have a feeling that this is sort of the calm before the storm...
i wont know what to do if keybb's heart is broken (minho you bastard you better not break his heart)

i never want this to enddd please never end this (i beg as you continue to write part 4/4 of this fic. you're evil, you)

[fonulyn.livejournal.com]

I'm glad you think sooooo~~ ♥ Sweet minkey is one of my favourite things tbh 8) Closely followed by any sort of minkey XD

We shall see what happens! ~dum dum dum~ /tries to be mysterious and fails

The last part should follow soon! :D I hope that you'll like it, too ;) ♥♥

[juliettely.livejournal.com]

Ugh I love this chapter so much. It's easy-going and dreamy and very much a pleasure to read. I was grinning like an idiot all the time XD. I like all the little details and the way Kibum tries to be just a bit organized and think of other things but failing anyway. Sobs to put it shortly, you just made my day, thank you.

[fonulyn.livejournal.com]

Thank you! ♥ I'm happy you enjoyed, especially as it was my favourite to write, haha! :D

[salome620.livejournal.com]

this is like MinKey honeymoon. but nope, i'm not complaining. i'm just constantly worried about them getting caught by hidden cameras or something. something that would burst their happy bubble and...

ok i'll shut up now.

thanks for this lovely update. i'm so giddy about MinKey dates.

[fonulyn.livejournal.com]

If I could get away with it, I'd probably write minkey honeymoon all the time 8) har har har.

Aw no need to shut up, dear! I'm glad you're enjoying this, and I hope you'll like the last part, too! :D ♥

[smileyone91.livejournal.com]

UGH this got me right in the feels. I loved this so much! It made me love my OTP even more, and didn't even know that was possible!!!
I just adored the preciousness and love and cuddling and cuteness... It was perfect!
I loved how you made them be so easy-going with one another and that's why they click and work together so well. I thought this line summed it up really well:
The first times they slept together it was amazing, it was mind blowing, it was all the superlatives either of them could think of, even if it might sound exaggerated. This time, it feels like something has clicked in place and it’s a notch more intimate, more personal, an undercurrent of intensity in every single move.
They were made for each other!! I loved how their relationship has developed.
I also love how you made Key so romantic, in terms of just wanting to spend time with Minho, and just wanting to be in a good relationship, because that's how I feel he would be in real life. ;;;
I know there's probably a storm up ahead (were you foreshadowing with the rain during their weekend together??) and I can't to see what happens, but this fluff and cuddles was great! Looking toward to the next part.

[fonulyn.livejournal.com]

I am happy to hear I've managed to accomplish such a feat! 8D Loving minkey is a good thing though so the more feels you have the better, right ;D

ansjkfnbgh I'm so glad, really, that you enjoy their relationship! I enjoy writing it so much, and just drowning in all the otp feels~ Also, it's so nice to know the characterizations ring true :D

I make no sense anymore I just want to thank you for the lovely comment! ♥♥

[imvus.livejournal.com]

This is so wonderfully perfect.... I mean I am seriously jealous of these two right now, because you really can't ask for a more perfect night. The wet and cold weather and cuddling up and eating take out and falling asleep while watching a movie....everything you need for the perfect relaxed night....oh yeah, they made love too...can't forget that...lol.

and sssshhhh, don't tell my daughter (since minho is hers and I am not allow to look at him) but I think he would be perfect to cuddle with and I am just loving minkey all over again! (runs off to cuddle with onew)

[fonulyn.livejournal.com]

I am totally jealous too, haha, I want something like that too. But alas, as I can't have it, I'm going to have to live through my otp feels and enjoy thinking about them having all the fun XD

ahaha my lips are sealed, your secret is safe with me! ;D but I definitely understand the feeling~~

Thank you so much! ♥