my life. Minho thought begrudgingly as he parked the truck he was driving into the lot of Kibum’s apartment complex.

                       When Minho woke up it was almost like God was telling him to just stay in bed. He hit his foot on an object he couldn’t see because the room was too dark and cluttered. He had to take some boring mandatory math class that was nothing but irrelevant to his end goal of being a soccer player. A flash thunderstorm struck the campus, drenching him when he forgot his umbrella, but quickly dried out once he got to his next class. No actual soccer practice due to the sudden downpour.

                       Now this irritating kid he was dropping off was beyond drunk, loudly rambling endlessly like an idiot about how someday he was going to be the next Rain. The profile said Lee Taemin. A guy one year younger than him who had such a delicate baby face that Minho almost mistook him for a woman. He had a friend accompanying him, who was sober. He was seated next to him, allowing him to lean against his chest while the top of his disheveled black hair. It was just another of Minho’s bad luck that he was unable to drive due to a leg injury.

“Hyung, we’re here.” The young man gently said to his friend opening the door on his side and getting out.

“But Kai!” he whined as he was pulled out of the car. “This guy, this guy doesn’t believe me.”

                       Minho got out and brought the keys around to Kai, who gave a few little bows as he got a hold of them. He thanked him relentlessly not noticing that Taemin had scurried into the middle of the lot.

“Yah! L-look at me. I can, I can breakdance!” Taemin shouted gleefully jumping while waving both hands at the two men beside his truck.

                       They both turned and watched in shock and embarrassment as he threw his slender body about the ground. Amazingly enough, he really could dance. Minho blinked, thinking it a curious thing that he could impulsively break out such awesome moves while not throwing up all the contents in his stomach. A car turned into the lot and grinded to a halt, beeping loudly at the stick of a man flailing around like a nut. Taemin fumbled backwards and fell on his , shocked by the sudden alarm.

“Taemin-ah!” Kai shrieked in horror running over to him. Minho sighed and shook his head deciding to follow. Taemin glanced up with dowey eyes at them as they each grabbed an arm.

“See? I did it.” He smiled, trembling mildly from the shock he got from the car.

“Okay Taemin-ah. You did it.” Minho humored with a smile. “You’re going to give Rain a run for his money.”

“Thank you so much.” Kai thanked for the millionth time. “You really didn’t have to do all of this. I’ll get his roommate to confirm his payment on the app for you.”

“No problem.” Minho replied passively. “Couldn’t leave you to handle him all alone. Didn’t you say you had a leg injury or something?”

“Yes.” He answered, surprised that Minho had taken in all of what was said. “Thank you again.”

                       It was a bit more of a struggle getting Taemin into the elevator, but they succeeded and were finally fumbling together down the hall towards apartment 605 as Taemin sang cracked notes of some random anime ending song. After a few knocks, a guy came to the door dressed in sweats and a T-shirt. He looked around their age range as well, patient in his observation of the three men who were occupying his doorway.

“Hyung!” Taemin beamed brightly, perfectly contradicting his disoriented state.

He folded his arms and moved aside so that they could dump his roommate onto the sofa.

“This kid.” He huffed as they dragged him in and deposited him onto the couch.

“Jinki.” Kai sighed with relief.

“Was he dancing in the parking lot again?” Jinki asked with furrowed eyebrows.

“Yea.” Smirked Kai.

“Aigoo.” He huffed shaking his head. Noticing Minho sneaking away he chased him to the door. “Ah, thank you. You were the driver I’m guessing.”

“Yea. Like I said to your friend, it’s no problem.” Minho waved off. “Have a good night.”

“Yea you too.”

                       Minho slumped as he walked back down the hall, gliding a hand down his face and yawning as he did so. The randomness of what just happened made him forget where he was until a familiar voice called out his name. He looked up and saw the source, his eyes widening a little when they landed on Kibum, standing in the hallway between him and the elevator. The dim yellow lights lining the hall suddenly felt like they were roasting him as he watched the other man come closer. Key smiled sadly, still shining just as painfully bright as his blonde hair and the pink poncho he was wearing.  

“Hey.” He said first

“Hey.” Minho mimicked dryly.

“Look, I know you don’t know me well yet but, please don’t think that’s how I am.”

Straight to the point huh. Minho thought averting his eyes and folding his arms.

“Whatever.” He shrugged casually. “I’m just a random designated driver. What you do with how ever many people is up to you.”

“Listen.” Key insisted impatiently, taking a step forward. “It’s really not like that. I didn’t do anything with Jonghyun that night.”

“You call that nothing?” Minho coughed.

“I denied him after that and we had a huge argument over it, but he gets that I’m into you. I sobered up because of that. I’m only explaining myself like this because I’m very interested in you. I don’t want you to misunderstand me.”

“You don’t even know me.” Minho declared meeting his eyes again.

“Yes I do.” Key defended. “I know you don’t take advantage of drunk people. I know you’re working hard so your parents won’t struggle paying your tuition. I know you’re sweet, honest and actually hilarious once you open up that shell of yours. If that’s not enough I’m willing to learn more. And I know…”

                       Kibum moved a few steps closer and though he watched him all the while, Minho didn’t realize his closeness until his breath was on his chin. Minho’s breath caught in his throat when Key moved his arms away and slid his hands up the sides of his neck.

“I know that I really…really…want you.” Kibum whispered into his neck.

                       Minho surrendered into the touches, his spiked anger deflating slowly as gentle fingers his skin. He closed his eyes reveling in it, truthfully happy that it wasn’t just another vivid dream. Kibum would have to be reprimanded for his drinking habits. He would have to teach his old friend Jonghyun the lines of friendship and monogamy. Of course Minho was scared, doubtful even, but now that he was with him once again he couldn’t even begin to deny the magnetism. He had to admit to himself that Kibum really cornered him this time. He really did fall for him.

                       Finally looking down at Key, Minho grabbed his face and without hesitation rushed at his lips. Surprised, Key stumbled back and they staggered over to the wall. Minho laid one hand flat on the wall just pass Kibum’s head and gently caressed his cheek with the other. Key moaned into his mouth as their lips pecked and , loving the heat and haste in his kiss. It meant that Minho wanted him too. It meant that he was enticed in such a way that made him wordless and pushed him into pure unadulterated action. Physical. Aggressive. Honest. Just the way he liked it.

                       Key more than happily welcomed the prodding tongue, using his own to massage and curl around it. His hands glided down to Minho’s chest, so eager to feel those taut muscles hiding stealthily under his loose shirt. Minho groaned when he felt the inspection, showing his appreciation by curling his abdomen inwards and pressing his pelvis forward, pinning Key harder against the wall. Kibum trembled as the pressure pressed against him, the motion so y and smooth that it was making him weak in the knees. Minho felt the mild tremble and did the same. He was sensitive after years of neglect and felt so ignited by Kibum that he felt just about to blow from just this kiss alone.

                       Kibum sighed when Minho broke the kiss to duck his head down to litter his neck with gentle kisses. Minho’s head was swimming from the heat consuming his body. He s his arm around Key’s waist and held him tightly against him.

“I guess.” Key said breathlessly with his hands pressed flat against Minho’s chest “I guess I’m not the only one whose been pint up for a while.”

Minho pulled his head away to stare at him. His labored breath hit his face, warming it with hot pockets of air. His chest heaved as he tried catching his breath and his heart pounded ferociously in his chest. After a moment of holding Key just like that, he finally unlatched himself and took a step back.

“So…” Minho said looking around the hall. “Which apartment is yours?”

Key smirked and leaned against the wall, letting his head drop back and his eyes fix to the ceiling as he caught his breath.

“You have work don’t you?” he asked.

 “ it.” Shrugged Minho, which made him laugh. With a little bit of effort, Key peeled himself from the wall and started walking down the hallway, using his index finger to beckon Minho to follow. They walked silently to room 610 and Key dug his keys out of his pockets.

“I must admit.” Key started to say. “I thought you were more, how do I put it; conservative.”

“Well,” Minho sighed with a smile, towering behind Kibum as he fiddled with his lock. “Let’s just say you got to me. I really don’t have the patience to deny this to myself right now.”

“I see.” Key chucked cutely as his lock gave way. He opened the door and grinned back at him. “Then I am more than happy to oblige.”

                       It was undeniable that Minho surprised and excited him in a very splendid way. The sound of his heart pounding was louder than his keys as he sat them down on the wooden stand behind the door. His guest followed him in and pulled the door shut behind them. It didn’t take long before they were on each other once again. This time it was devoid of all distractions, challenges, doubts and thoughts not relevant to the very activity they were rushing towards. Kibum glanced up from his mattress as Minho descended upon him, laughing giddily, expecting to be surprised in far more pleasurable ways than ever before.