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rabenhorst) wrote2012-08-01 08:41 pm
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[fic] Minho/Key – SHINee – Never Say Goodbye – Chapter 4/7
Title: Never Say Goodbye
Author:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
fonulyn
Rating: NC17 (overall)
Warnings: mentions of violence (nothing very graphic) and prostitution. also I quite possibly made up half of the stuff when it comes to the police force so some factual inaccuracy.
Pairing: Minho/Key (plus ninjaing!Qmi)
Characters: Minho, Key, Ryeowook, Jonghyun, Kyuhyun, Sungmin, Onew, Donghae, Heechul
Disclaimer: I own no one, only my dirty imagination.
Summary: It's been over two years since Minho lost Kibum, lost him without knowing why. He never expected to see him again. He definitely never expected to see him again like this. (aka Minho is a policeman and his job brings him much closer to his past than he ever thought possible.)
Comments: so now we get some answers about Kibum’s disappearance! also Jonghyun proves to be very useful. who would’ve ever thought~ I’m really tired and don’t know what to say, haha. just. enjoy :)
Previously: Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3
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(3615words)
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posting fic since am too cranky to do anything else. but a few notes:
FIRST OF ALL: my baby sister is writing a hanchul sidestory to this, do check it out~
secondly, I’ve come to the conclusion I am a hoarder. I can’t throw anything away. so now that I’m moving, it’s hell. come help carry my bags? ;-;
AND THIRD stop me from beginning new fics oh god I have like 92038 of them in progress D:
Author:
fonulynRating: NC17 (overall)
Warnings: mentions of violence (nothing very graphic) and prostitution. also I quite possibly made up half of the stuff when it comes to the police force so some factual inaccuracy.
Pairing: Minho/Key (plus ninjaing!Qmi)
Characters: Minho, Key, Ryeowook, Jonghyun, Kyuhyun, Sungmin, Onew, Donghae, Heechul
Disclaimer: I own no one, only my dirty imagination.
Summary: It's been over two years since Minho lost Kibum, lost him without knowing why. He never expected to see him again. He definitely never expected to see him again like this. (aka Minho is a policeman and his job brings him much closer to his past than he ever thought possible.)
Comments: so now we get some answers about Kibum’s disappearance! also Jonghyun proves to be very useful. who would’ve ever thought~ I’m really tired and don’t know what to say, haha. just. enjoy :)
Previously: Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3
It probably should be surprising how easily Jonghyun manages to pull off the horny-beyond-belief-and-willing-to-pay-a-hooker role he’s given, as he appears at the correct building to casually hint that he would really need to get laid. He spends a good moment chatting with the man at the door and manages to make him relax, something he attributes to his incredible charms if anyone asks him. Jonghyun might be a lot of things but modest isn’t one of them.
Finally, he gets to the point and asks the doorman if the infamous Key is working tonight. He makes up a long, elaborate story about how his friend once, just once had him and couldn’t stop talking about it so he wants to now check if it was that good or if his friend is just a drunken liar. The doorman laughs, something Jonghyun takes a good sign, before winking at him conspiratorially.
That is how Jonghyun ends up in a room, wallet considerably emptier and a tiny hint of nervousness bubbling in the pit of his stomach. He’s never been to a brothel before, he’s never had any troubles getting laid if he’s wanted to. Thankfully he doesn’t need to wait for long before the door creaks open, a man slipping inside.
Automatically Jonghyun stands up from the bed where he’d been sitting, although he has no clue what the correct etiquette is in a situation like this. He obviously doesn’t need to worry about that as the man – Key, Kibum, his target – already moves to pull off his long-sleeve as soon as the door closes behind him. When the shirt is gone, leaving Kibum in only a tank-top and a pair of black pants, his hair invitingly tousled, he actually turns to smile at Jonghyun. “Hi, I’m Key.”
Jonghyun somehow manages to smile back, surprised at how nice the man actually seems. From what he had gathered, Kibum seemed to be quite a piece of work and he didn’t expect that gentle tone and the obvious friendliness in his eyes. Plus, he’s decidedly more attractive in person than he is in photographs. “Hi. Jon–Jjong.” Jonghyun curses inwardly that he didn’t choose a name for his cover, so the nickname had to do.
“So, Jjong…” Kibum smirks, closing in on the other man in slow, confident steps. “It’s your first time in a place like this? Youngwoon made a point of telling me that. Just let me guide you, alright? I’ll make it worth your while.”
At first Jonghyun’s mouth goes dry and for god’s sake he doesn’t even swing that way. It’s hard not to waver underneath the direct gaze he’s receiving, and it makes even him lose his composure for a second. Until he snaps back to reality. “Yes, it is my first time here, but I’m not here to sleep with you!”
Kibum freezes, his eyebrows shooting up in surprise. “You’re… not? What the hell did you pay a shitload of money for, then?”
“Look, I’m here to talk.” Jonghyun says. “Please don’t freak out, okay? I’m here for Minho.”
Instantly something flashes in Kibum’s eyes, his expression going through multiple changes within a heartbeat. There’s confusion, then realization, then hurt that turns into pure unmasked anger. “What the fuck!? Get the hell out of here, now!” Kibum doesn’t only settle for raising his voice, he actually grabs Jonghyun’s arm to yank him closer towards the door, to get rid of him as soon as humanly possible.
Too bad Jonghyun isn’t willing to give up without a fight. Easily he grabs Kibum’s shoulders and spins them around, away from the door, and towards the bed. “Calm down, calm down! I just want to chat!”
“There is nothing I want to say to you, let go of me!” Kibum nearly screeches, struggling with surprisingly much force considering how much more muscular Jonghyun is. Still it’s not enough, not even nearly enough, and before Kibum properly realizes what’s going on he’s being thrown on the mattress face first, Jonghyun pinning him down with his bodyweight.
“Listen up, Kibum,” Jonghyun says, flinching when the name earns him a painful elbow in the ribs. He’s glad he’s practically sitting on Kibum’s bottom since it means no kick to the crotch. He isn’t certain he’d survive from that. “Sorry. Listen! I promise I’ll be out of here as soon as you talk to me a bit!”
“Fuck you.” Kibum spits the words out, fury sparkling in his eyes. He’s not struggling anymore, he knows when he’s dealing with an opponent much stronger than himself, but his whole body is tense and ready to grab any given opportunity to hit where it hurts.
“No,” Jonghyun gasps, trying to catch his breath. He knows it’s a hit below the belt but the words spill from him anyway. “You are the one who gets a living out of that.”
Surprisingly, the words make Kibum go slack and he stops everything, barely even breathing. One can clearly hear the strain in his voice when he speaks up a long moment later, through clenched teeth. “If I say yes will you get off me?”
“You promise not to castrate me the second I let go of you?” Jonghyun still asks to make sure but doesn’t even wait for an answer before slowly sliding off Kibum to sit on the bed right next to him. Kibum takes a second to collect himself, and the remains of his pride, but then sits up with a huff. He runs his fingers through his hair, messing it up even more, his jaw clenching as he stares hard at the opposite wall.
Jonghyun is glad that stare isn’t directed at him. “So. You don’t know me,” he starts, “but I’m a friend of Minho’s. He’s getting really desperate, man. You should see him.”
“Don’t you think the whole point of disappearing is not to talk to him!?” Kibum spits. “God you must be dense.”
“I might be,” Jonghyun says and shrugs good-naturedly, his trademark grin making its first appearance. “But I’m being serious. The man is pining after you like you were the greatest thing to ever happen to all mankind and he’s in pieces because you’re ignoring him.” Theatrical? Maybe. But Jonghyun feels that it’s the truth and if he sugarcoats it any, he’s not going to get anywhere.
True enough, that seems to make Kibum tense even more, a feat in itself. There’s a long pause and Jonghyun already prepares himself to go on, when suddenly Kibum interrupts his thoughts. “Tell him… tell him he needs to leave me be.”
“Man, no,” Jonghyun begins but that’s as far as he gets.
“Tell him to leave me alone,” Kibum says and there’s desperation to his voice, pleading in his eyes as he finally looks straight at the other man. “I’ll contact him once, but not now, not yet. Just keep him away from me.”
There isn’t exactly much to add to that. It’s easy to see that Kibum is shaken but he’s still not backing off an inch. Jonghyun, on the other hand, has no intentions whatsoever to convince Minho give up on his pursuit. So he stands up, passes Kibum and gets to the door, before turning to look back.
“You know, he really misses you.” Jonghyun speaks so softly his words are barely audible, but the clear set of Kibum’s shoulders shows he’s listening. “He’d do anything to have you back.”
Jonghyun doesn’t stay to see the reaction. He knows he’s made his point clear.
After Jonghyun has recounted the happenings to Minho, the reaction is exactly what he expected. Minho grinds his teeth and tries to calm himself down, his fists clenching and unclenching with frustration. He’s never been that good at staying back and waiting, he’d much rather act and change things himself. It’s easy to see he’s not very pleased that he’s been told to step back and wait.
“So,” Minho says finally, clearing his throat. “Let me get this straight. I’m supposed to now just go on my merry way and be content with the fact that he might once contact me.” He looks up, to gain confirmation for that.
He doesn’t get one. Instead, he gains a cocky smirk from Jonghyun. “No. You go and get your man.”
“What?” Minho frowns.
“Well, now I have some new information.” Jonghyun’s grin just widens. “I know which room is his.”
It takes three days of waiting for Minho to get the first chance to slip into the building. The doorman might not recognize him but he won’t take the risk, since if he’s thrown out of there theatrically one time everyone will definitely remember a sight like that. So he bides his time and forces himself to be calm, to be sensible.
That pays off when one day there’s commotion at the entrance and the doorman has his hands full calming people down, so he doesn’t pay any attention to one tall figure that brushes past him and through the doorway.
Thanks to his one and only visit Minho knows approximately where everything is located and it’s no problem for him to pick the right corridor, especially with the help of Jonghyun’s directions. He has to climb up to the second floor and go almost all the way through the building to reach the right part. The second option would be to take the elevators but he’s pretty sure that would draw too much unwanted attention.
When Minho finally reaches the door Jonghyun said belongs to Kibum’s room, he hesitates. Is he supposed to just barge in there? He hasn’t even really thought this through as the only clear thought in his mind has been to fix everything, one way or another. At least they need to talk, urgently, even if he knows he won’t get anything out of Kibum if the man decides to shut up.
As he stands there, thinking, a sudden sound catches his attention. It’s muffled as it carries through the door and the thick walls, but it’s still unmistakeable and instantly makes Minho’s blood boil in his veins.
Kibum isn’t alone in there.
It takes all of Minho’s self control for him to not burst through the door into the room to stop everything, right at that instant. It makes him furious to even think of the possibilities, to imagine what is happening. He takes deep breaths, tries to remind himself that he has no right to be that jealous, that possessive, over something that stopped being his already years ago.
It doesn’t help. Minho nearly holds his breath as he listens, waits for the next faint sound to reach his ears.
Suddenly there’s a loud crash in the other direction though, followed by loud cursing and swearing. Instantly Minho spins around, and spots two men in the end of the corridor. One is trying to support the other desperately, all the while ranting about it loudly and colourfully. It takes him a moment to spot Minho but when he does, he simply waves a hand at him. “Hey! You work here? Or are you here for the goods?”
“…yes? Uhm. Both.” Minho can’t completely cover his surprise and he doesn’t even know how he manages to look much calmer than he feels.
The answer seems to satisfy the man though and he keeps waving his hand to make Minho come closer. “Come give me a hand with this idiot. I told him not to start so early in the day goddamnit and now the fucking bastard managed to knock himself out already. He weighs a motherfucking ton!”
Carefully Minho approaches the two men and as soon as he’s close enough the cursing man pretty much dumps his companion on him. “Here you take him, you look strong. I’ll open the doors.” The man goes on in another long row of complaints then but apparently doesn’t even expect to be listened to. Instead he unlocks the large oak door and holds it open as Minho hauls the nearly unconscious man inside.
They go up another set of stairs and Minho is beginning to sweat under the dead weight he’s supporting. He receives no offer of help though and doesn’t ask, instead simply trying to take in his surroundings the best he can. Where is he? He has a feeling this means a lot more than he can even imagine right now, so he counts every step and memorizes everything he sees.
Finally the man – still loudly complaining about his friend – opens the last door to a large and luxurious office. “Dump him on the couch or something. Make sure he won’t suffocate himself. Although fuck all why should I care?”
Carefully Minho lowers the body he’s been holding down on the red velvety divan, all the while trying to figure out the whole situation. He doesn’t get very far though before the man demands his attention again, raising his voice. “You said you were here for the goods? Here,” he throws a small plastic bag at Minho, who catches it with ease. “Have this one for free. I don’t usually do samples but let’s call this a reward for you keeping your mouth shut about this. Now go, shoo. If you need more you know where to find it.”
He waves his hand and Minho is clearly dismissed, so he quickly bows and leaves the same way he came in. His heart is still beating rapidly and he can’t believe what just happened. This… place clearly isn’t simply a brothel, why the hell didn’t he realize it before? He’s a cop, he should know these things, he keeps scolding himself inwardly.
Things just got a whole lot more complicated.
As soon as Minho is back at Kibum’s door he spends a moment just listening to make sure he’s not interrupting anything. It seems to be silent though and he finally decides to man up, raising his hand to knock two times. There’s bustling and loud footsteps inside the room, and soon the door snaps open. “Don’t I get a moment of rest around here, goddamnit,” Kibum huffs, clearly annoyed, and there’s something so familiar in his voice it almost makes Minho want to smile.
When Kibum looks up his eyes go wide and he instantly moves to slam the door shut right at Minho’s face. Minho acts quicker though and grabs the handle, forcing his way into the room. It reeks of sex and he can’t help but wince at that but he forces it down fast, outwardly calm as he turns to Kibum. “Do you have time to talk?”
“No, Minho,” Kibum sighs. He places his hands on his hips, bunching up the fabric of the dressing gown he’s wearing. His hair is damp and he looks like he just took a shower, and Minho really wants to run his fingers through those bleached strands. “I don’t have time and I don’t want to talk. Didn’t your friend tell you to leave me alone?”
“Yes,” Minho says. “He did.” He ignores the annoyed huff and moves further into the room, gingerly sitting down on the edge of the bed. It’s bare, the sheets have been removed and bunched up on the floor beside it. Minho does all he can not to touch that bundle. “You know I’m not going to leave before you talk to me.”
For a moment Kibum stands there and looks at him, as if weighing his options. Minho’s gaze doesn’t waver, not even once, and finally he gets his way. Kibum bites his lower lip harshly, a nervous gesture he never got rid of, and sits down as well. He makes sure to leave a good gap between the two of them though, not to touch even accidentally.
Then, he waits. Minho knows the ball is in his court now and he fights hard not to reach out and grab Kibum’s hand or anything equally destructive. “If I ask you why, you won’t answer, right?” There’s no answer but he can read Kibum’s expressions well enough for it to be unnecessary. “Is it because you wanted to ditch me?”
“No,” Kibum groans, rolling his eyes. Minho half-expects him to also throw up his arms or drop back on the bed. It’s so typical of him, to cover up any of his actual emotions with excessive gestures and expressions. “It has nothing to do with you, okay. Let it go.”
“Then what is it!?” Minho demands. “Is it that you needed a change? Did you get some kind of a nervous breakdown or what? Or is this a mission I’m not aware of? Or did you–” He stops suddenly in his tracks.
It’s there.
Kibum tries to quickly mask his reaction but he’s not fast enough and Minho sees the barely visible flinch. If they didn’t know each other through and through it would’ve been impossible to spot.
“It’s a mission, right,” he repeats, refusing to look away.
Kibum swallows. “Get out of here Minho. Now.”
“You’re on a mission and that’s why you disappeared?” Minho insists even though he knows he isn’t likely to gain an answer. “What is it? Busting the brothel cartel? Or is it about these?” As he speaks he digs the small bag from his pocket and throws it on the mattress between them.
It’s like a ticking time bomb and instantly Kibum reaches out to snatch it. Minho is equally fast though and grabs Kibum’s fist in his to stop him from taking it.
“Where did you get these?” Kibum’s eyes are wide. He squeezes the bag into his fist, tightly. “What are you doing here?”
“I’m just here for you, Kibum,” Minho says and it’s so heartfelt, so earnest, that it’s impossible to ignore. “I wanted to talk to you but you …had a customer–” He clenches his teeth at the last two words and as if on command, Kibum winces lightly. “–so I waited and some guy needed help carrying another and took me to the back.”
“Took you to the back!?” Kibum raises his voice involuntarily, quickly hushing as he realizes what he’s doing. “Fuck, I’ve been here for two years and I haven’t even seen the room from the inside yet. You bastard! How did you ever manage to do get that goddamn lucky?”
“So you are on a mission.” Minho doesn’t know if he should be extremely relieved that there’s a tangible explanation to everything, or extremely hurt that this has been going on for so long and he had absolutely no idea. He went through a whole mourning process after Kibum’s disappearance and in reality he was in the same town all along.
“It doesn’t matter,” Kibum says. He grabs Minho’s hand that is still holding his, giving it an urgent tug. “You’re going home. And don’t you dare come back here ever again, you hear me!”
“Don’t be stupid, Kibum! You told me you haven’t even gotten to the backroom yet!” Minho leans back just enough to keep them both rooted on the spot, refusing to move. “This could be the breakthrough.”
“Fuck that. You’re not doing this.” Kibum snaps, unhesitant. “You’re going home.”
Minho growls. “And you?”
“I have a job to do.”
“Kibum listen to me, and listen to me carefully.” Minho knows his patience is wearing thin. His voice is low, so low it’s rumbling deep from his chest, in ways that intimidate most people. Kibum’s eyes only darken though, his gaze unwavering. “I am not leaving you here alone. Either you agree to work with me, or I will drag you out of here kicking and screaming. I’ll carry you if I have to, tie you up with those goddamn sheets and make a real fucking spectacle out of it.”
Kibum looks completely incredulous, like he’s torn between wanting to laugh and punch Minho in the face.
“You know I will,” Minho points out. “Just let me help you, alright. I promise you’ll lead the operation, I won’t go flying solo.”
There’s another pause but Kibum isn’t trying to pull his hands back anymore. Finally he nods. “Fine. But you do one reckless move, Choi, and I will send you back home.”
“Promised,” Minho raises his hand as if swearing an oath, unable to keep the grin from tugging his lips. Then he seems to think of something and reaches for his wallet, digging out a good bunch of cash he hands over to Kibum immediately.
Kibum looks at the money, then at the other man, frowning. “Minho…”
“They think I’m here as a customer, remember. You need to earn from these visits so I can keep coming back,” Minho explains easily. They lock gazes for a few heartbeats. Minho licks his lips, slowly, and his voice is considerably more hoarse than before. “Just… let me.”
Easily, Minho grabs the back of Kibum’s head and pulls him closer, crushing their mouths together. Much like the previous time, Kibum resists first and tries to pull back, but this time he melts into it faster and even leans closer to the other man. To his surprise, there’s less passion in the kiss. Instead, Minho keeps it slow, savouring, as if he’s trying to imprint every single second of it into his memory.
When it breaks Minho keeps their faces close, their breaths mixing. He traces Kibum’s bottom lip with his thumb, caresses his cheek drawing slow circles into soft skin. Kibum refuses to open his eyes. Like this, he can pretend, at least for a second, that everything isn’t extremely fucked up. “I can’t believe this,” he whispers.
Minho shuts him up with another kiss.
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posting fic since am too cranky to do anything else. but a few notes:
FIRST OF ALL: my baby sister is writing a hanchul sidestory to this, do check it out~
secondly, I’ve come to the conclusion I am a hoarder. I can’t throw anything away. so now that I’m moving, it’s hell. come help carry my bags? ;-;
AND THIRD stop me from beginning new fics oh god I have like 92038 of them in progress D:
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The opening scene with Jonghyun was cute. This made me laugh: It probably should be surprising how easily Jonghyun manages to pull off the horny-beyond-belief-and-willing-to-pay-a-hooker role he’s given. I always put him in horny-beyond-belief roles, so with this line I was like 'eh maybe not so surprising' lol.
It’s so typical of him, to cover up any of his actual emotions with excessive gestures and expressions. I like that you place emphasis on habits and descriptions of all the characters like this. As though by describing how well they know each other, you simultaneously bring the reader closer to the character, making them more invested in the characters' fates and the story.
Ngl, the Minkey actions in this fic drive me bananas. You infuse tenderness and sentiment into your scenes that makes them so cute. And there is such a lack of MinKey in the fandom rn it makes me sad - so thank gooshness for this. :)
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I think Jonghyun just is horny beyond belief. At least, it wouldn't surprise me at all if he was, lmao.
Ah, I'm glad you think so! That's definitely what I was aiming for, instead of just kind of rattling off what the characters are like in boring long monologues :D
Minkey makes my heart do strange things ;--; but seriously you should see the fic I'm working on it's like sugarcoated fluff with a side of chocolate and marshmallows lmao. you're right though, unfortunately there's a sad lack of minkey! D: we'd need more in the world. I'm at least trying to fill in what I can, haha.
thank you so much, once again! ♥
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I like Key's character. I like his strength and his ability to stand up for himself and to put himself in a shit situation in order to stop the big baddies.
I've also warmed to Minho too, so yay, you've done good job.
And I love this univerrrrrse and I'm glad you let me be a part of it, big sissy~ and this chappie has inspired me. I think I may have a vague idea for a ploooooo~ \o/ you know, other than just hanchul having sex. Though tbh... hanchul having sex is enough for me.
NOW GIVE ME MORE CHUL
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I'm glad you do~ I do realize they're not perfect but I want people to be able to like my characterizations :3 it's what I aim for 8D
you can always play in my universes~♥ and YAY FOR INSPIRATION! now you go and catch that ploooo~
be patient my darling~ heechul is going to be in the last two chapters. and his role isn't that huge as you know but it is very important :D
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Well idk if they're right or not but I like them :D Though I still like Jjong best. But then again, I've always liked him best~
I haz a soft spot for the horse faced one.
You can play in mine too, as long as you don't break up my Hanchul and turn them into Gengmi.
... I am fucking watching you, Marjo. As is Heechul with his big fat nose.
Don't you dare get ideas in your stinky head.
Of course he's important. He's Kim Heechul.
Fuck. I am too obsessed. I am going to hang my head in shame... I never wanted to be this person ;___;
/goes to stare at Siwon's abs for a while.
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Jonghyun is probably the most fun to write, tbh XD heeee~
I'd never break up your hanchul, bb~♥ I'll keep my gengmi separated from those I promise. I would never do that to you, or to heechulio~
YES YOU STARE AT SIWON AND DROOL. DROOL.
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Jonghyun is awesome. I love his tweets of his experimental art.
You better not. I know where you live. Roughly. Well not really. BUT I KNOW WHERE FINLAND IS.
HE'S SECKSHI FREE AND SINGURL
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I CAN GIVE YOU MY NEW ADDRESS 8DDD
HE IS FRIGHTENING OMG
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HE'S READY TO BINGO
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Have I mentioned something about this fic being just too frustrating?! Oh yeah I DID. The build-up during Minkey's interaction is like an oncoming orgasm but is cut short by a motherf**king intruder. It's THAT frustrating.
I knew it was a good decision on my part to check lj just before I head to bed. For I am sure, I'll be sleeping soundly tonight albeit THE frustration.
XD
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FRUSTRATIONNNNN~ but I take that as a very good sign :3 let's see how much frustration I can wrench out of you with the last chappies!
thank you so much for reading again! :D and sweet dreams~♥
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I like the fact that Jjong isn't just some dumb guy here! He's so much more than the happy go lucky idiot that he seems to be at first. Such an unorthodox best friend!
And poor Bummie, 2 years of this shit without seeing the 'room' and Minho, lurking there not wanting anything except finding his lover, had all served on a plate to him!! It's so unfair.
I'm so curious to know what Kibum feels about all this; selling himself, having sex with strangers, being away from Minho, not explaining anything to him...
Yeah, I'd really to know his feelings...
Such a good chapter, we learned more about Kibum's reasons even if he didn't say anything... But it's okay, we had a Kibum translator aka Minho!! <3
Thanks for the update! I always find it too short. Then at the end, I read the words count and I'm like: 'no way... there was this much words?!'. I don't see time flying when reading your stories!! <3
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there will be some insight on Kibum's thoughts later~ not necessarily all gets explained but most, at least. I could write a novel on his feelings, haha, but I tried to hold back.
these chapters are kinda short ;_; but they're long for me since I never wrote chaptered stories before! so I'm still kind of proud of myself, haha. and thank you, sweetie, for your comment! it made me so happy, again :D ♥
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Lord knows that I love him in a weird super platonic way, but things like this make me wanna punch him in the face.
I mean, job dedication is good and all, but was ruining Minho like that worth it?
I mean, that's two years of Minho's life that he though the love lf his life was missing/dead.
But Minho loves him way to much to be as pissed off as I am at Kibum.
♥
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but I get what you mean. I'd be super-pissed off as well!
♥
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anyway, i seriously don't even know what to say other than you really planned this out well and i'm seriously loving this. i'm kind of in love with your characterization because it's really rare that a person can apply a character's personality outside of their normal realm (such as moving the boys into an AU setting) without understanding how to also transition the personality over too. so, i really adore this because it's really realistic (in terms of character wise) and i never find myself side-eyeing any comments or actions that they do. it's sooooooo hard to do that so i'm heavily applauding you right now!!
but anyway, ugh, i seriously love this and you are hitting all the marks for this to easily become my favorite minkey fanfic. and um okay bye because, as per usual, i am leaving one of my signature ditzy comments.
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thank you so so much ;-;♥ I'm so happy to hear that you like this! and the characterizations! :D it's always a relief when I get them across properly, haha!
your comment is just about perfect no worries! :D ♥
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I'm a sucker for good policeman fic and like I mentioned above I was pretty surprised that this moved to chapter 4 already without me noticing so I went back to re-read everything in one go. you managed to capture my attention throughout and i really love how everybody was characterised, even the super junior cameos (screams qmi!!!) and Jonghyun and Minho and Kibum! I love how everyone had distinct personalities, the dialogue was spot on and engaging and I found myself laughing over the small gestures that seemed so them (that mention of Jonghyun's acting, Minho and Kibum hating each other on first sight) and injected a bit of comic relief from the otherwise pretty fast-paced action!
I'll be waiting for the rest of the chapters! But then again I might just let them fly by me so I can read the whole thing when it's done and enjoy it all over again bwaha 8)
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ah thank you! glad to hear you think the characterizations work. I wrote Super Junior even before I got into SHINee, so I'm not all new to them and I always love adding them in the fics even if it's a tiny cameo :D
haha as you wish! more is on its way :D thank you for reading and commenting!
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Update soon. :)
PS: I would leave a much longer comment, but I'm so lazy at the moment.
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haha laziness all around.
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thanks for reading! :D
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Yeah his focus is getting key back but when he realizes everything key has done for a job....a job that in all truthfulness he prefer compared to Minho....and there his brother too.
Damn.
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whyyougottapostwheniainthere?oh well, I'm here now and I'm claiming this as my spot even though I am late ;_;
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Wow, Jonghyun, I underestimated you. youaresoawesomeopparyouevengotkey'sroomnumberiloveyou. I WILL NEVER DOUBT YOU AGAI--
“No,” Jonghyun gasps, trying to catch his breath. He knows it’s a hit below the belt but the words spill from him anyway. “You are the one who gets a living out of that.”
wait, whut? YOU LITTLE BASTARD! I'M GOING TO KILL YOU IN YOUR SLEEP!!!!11!!!!1!
Kibum isn’t alone in there.
...did you hear that? (hear what?) the sound of my heart BREAKING! ;_;
Who are those two men? O.o
A mission. I never even thought that could've been the reason. Wow, I am such an airhead.
KEY, WHY YOU SO DEDICATED?! Learning this piece of information just killed me some more (not that i wasn't already dead) /shot
I HATE YOU I HATE YOU I HATE YOU
HOW YOU ARE ABLE TO STILL BRING SMILES TO MY FACE IN THIS KIND OF SITUATION IS REALLY MIND-BOGGLING.
whatisyoursecret?but seriously, that kiss at the end. huuh. i should say that it's sweet but i can't because it hurt me.
When it breaks Minho keeps their faces close, their breaths mixing. He traces Kibum’s bottom lip with his thumb, caresses his cheek drawing slow circles into soft skin. Kibum refuses to open his eyes. Like this, he can pretend, at least for a second, that everything isn’t extremely fucked up. “I can’t believe this,” he whispers.
yeah, this is why ;_;
but they're gonna work together! yay for heroic!minho coming to the rescue of his damsel in distress aka Key~~
\o/
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ahaha Jonghyun just did what he had to to gain a reaction XD HE DIDN'T MEAN ANY HARM please forgive him. you can't kill him yet I still need him for the fic ;--;
I'm sorry I broke your heart :( I hope I can mend it back together once! it would be cruel to leave it all broken and shattered.
DO NOT LIE YOU DON'T HATE ME YOU LOVE ME 8DDD
we shall see how things work for them! \o/ but at least they're together, in one way or another~
thank you for reading and commenting again, sweetie! :D ♥
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okay, I won't kill him. But it's just because you are too sweet and if he died, you would have hard time finding someone else to fill in his small(but-filled-with-insoles) shoes. ^^
YES IT WOULD BE. I WILL BE WAITING FOR THE HEALING~
DANG IT YOU DIDN'T FALL FOR MY LIESD:no subject
ahah but his shoes need to be very big, how else could he fit those ten pairs of insoles inside of them? Jonghyun is irreplaceable, without him Minho wouldn't have gotten even this far so he deserves to live XD
I'll try to post the next chapter soon :D maybe today~
OF COURSE I DIDN'T I am just that clever har har har~
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i love you.
/disappears gracefully.
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thank you for your comment ;D ♥
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oh, what could be so important that Kibum agreed to this arrangement?
so many questions. so dying of curiosity. - will wait for the next chapter patiently. take care!
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thank you for reading and commenting! I'll make the next update very soon :)