When Kibum walked in the guest room, Taemin was already going through his things. He was very happy to be able to choose Kibum’s outfit today and he wouldn’t waste the opportunity. He would make him irresistible.

 

“I’ll go take a shower, you choose an outfit.” Kibum said, heading to the bathroom right next to his room.

 

He didn’t bother closing the door and Taemin had a hard time keeping himself from glancing. He was a lot like Jonghyun in the sense that he liked beauty. He openly stared at people he deemed attractive and didn’t hesitate to say it either. He was rather lucky to have a boyfriend like Minho, who wasn’t jealous. He knew Taemin was only looking from afar, a bit like people did in museums with pieces of art no one was allowed to touch. However, while Jonghyun had some sense of self-control and respected other people’s intimacy, Taemin had none whatsoever.

 

He grabbed one of the outfits he had chosen and walked to the bathroom door, his footsteps drowned by the sound of water running in the shower. Key hadn’t noticed he was there, since he had his back to the door. Taemin took advantage of that to take a good look. Water was running down his perfect porcelain skin. Key was less skinny than Taemin, and the latter was a bit jealous of his pretty curves.

 

He was leaning against the doorframe and when Key closed the tap and turned around, he jumped and let out a high pitched scream.

 

“Taemin !” He yelled, resting his hand on his heart. “You scared me !”

 

“Sorry…”

 

He pouted and Kibum smiled at him before grabbing a towel and tying it around his waist.

 

“You need to try this on !” Taemin said, handing him the said outfit.

 

Key took the clothes and put them on the bed before going back to the bathroom. Taemin sat cross-legged on the bed next to the clothes. He had chosen a few outfits and wanted Key to try them all on. Jinki had called him - even though he never took initiatives - and Taemin knew it must have demanded a huge effort from him. Jinki wasn’t the type to make the first step, or at least, he wasn’t anymore. Key needed to work at it too. He was a lot less introverted than Jinki was, but it didn’t mean he would necessarily get closer to Jinki. All of them heavily believed that Jinki had feelings for him, but Taemin remained unsure about Key’s feelings for Jinki, and he wouldn’t waste an opportunity to find out if he genuinely had feelings for him.

 

Key came back and put on a pair of boxers before taking the clothes laid out on the bed.

 

“Don’t you have anything ier ?” Taemin asked, pointing at his underwears.

 

“Oh… Well, I do but I don’t think Jinki-”

 

“Show me !”

 

Key opened one of the drawers where he put his things away and Taemin looked at his underwears thoughtfully. Most of them were ordinary and boring, but there were still a few ier ones. He grabbed one of those.

 

“Put it on !”

 

“I don’t think that’s necessary since Jinki doesn’t wa-”

 

“Please !” Taemin said, pouting.

 

Key rolled his eyes but complied. He took off his boxers and put on the one Taemin had chosen. It was a pair of see-through boxers, and Taemin couldn’t stop staring dreamily at Kibum’s cute round . He had perfect round cheeks and the boxers fit like a glove.

 

Something popped up in his mind.

 

“When you’re wearing that robe… are you wearing anything underneath ?”

 

“Not usually. But here, yes. Well, not the first night I spent here but I started wearing underwears once I knew Jinki didn’t want me that way.”

 

“Oh…” Taemin said in a disappointed tone. “You should stop wearing underwears.”

 

Key laughed at that and got dressed. The outfit Taemin had chosen was composed of a pair of short shorts and a thin white and blue sweater revealing his neck and collarbones.

 

“Hm… Don’t you have another short ? Something tighter.”

 

“Well… I do, but I don’t know if-”

 

“Is that this one ?” He asked, grabbing a pair of jean shorts.

 

“Yes, but-”

 

“Put it on !”

 

Key sighed but ended up changing his shorts anyway and Taemin examined his complete outfit with a satisfied look in his eyes. His shorts were short and hugged him in all of the right places. Taemin smiled proudly. Jinki would have trouble looking away...

 

“It’s perfect ! You wear this today and tonight, put some y underwear under that robe.”

 

Key rolled his eyes and headed to the bathroom to put some makeup on. Taemin followed him.

 

“Why do you all want us to be together so badly ?”

 

Key was far from being a fool. He had noticed their little game. Jinki’s friends hadn’t stopped making innuendos and watching their every move. Not to mention how they were the ones who hired him. Twice.

 

“Jinki has feelings for you.”

 

Taemin was serious now, and Key looked up at his reflection in the mirror.

 

“Do you… have feelings for him ?”

 

Key bit his lip and averted his eyes. Taemin needed to know, he needed to be sure. Minho had told him he must have had feelings for Jinki, but he couldn’t help but doubt it.

 

“I… I can’t afford to have feelings for him. Jinki’s my customer…”

 

“You’re telling me you still consider him as a customer ?”

 

It took a few seconds for him to answer.

 

“...No.”

 

“He has never seen you as an .”

 

“I know…”

 

He finished putting on makeup and put his things away in his bag.

 

“Why would he have feelings for me…” He mumbled.

 

Taemin heard it anyway and answered:

 

“Why ?” He repeated with a snort. “Oh come on, you’re gorgeous ! How could he not like you ?”

 

Key turned to Taemin with an irritated look.

 

“Exactly, I’m ‘gorgeous’... That’s why people want to have with me ! That’s the only thing that people see, how I look !”

 

And at first he had been more than fine with that ! He liked that people checked him out, he liked that people found him beautiful and y, he liked that his rich customers bragged about being with him whenever he was at their arms in a party.

 

But when he had been hired for Jinki… When Jinki had started to look at him like he was something more than a pretty thing, when he had showed interest in him - his real him, not the one he pretended to be -... Key had realized he liked that even more than being bragged about by rich s.

 

“Except Jinki.” Taemin said, serious.

 

“Except Jinki.” He repeated in a whisper, looking down. “How can someone as kind and pure as him ever love someone like me ? I’m sleeping with people for a living ! I don’t deserve him one bit, let’s be honest.”

 

“Love isn’t about what you deserve. You don’t choose who you fall for.”

 

Key quickly fixed his hair and went back to his room, Taemin in tow. He knew that Jinki’s feelings for Key weren’t one-sided now, but they both persisted in finding stupid excuses not to be together. The solution was simple though (for Taemin, at least). But he wasn’t in their shoes, and he could not take the decision for them. They would both need to overcome their fears and get rid of what was holding them back.

 

“Taemin.”

 

He turned to Key, happy to see the older had a smile on his lips again.

 

“Jinki hates it when you get involved in his love life, maybe it’s time to stop pushing him to do things he doesn’t want to do.”

 

“But he’s never going to do things by himself ! He needs someone to push him !”

 

“Even if it makes him uncomfortable ?”

 

“Yes !”

 

Key rolled his eyes.

 

“Promise me you’ll stop annoying him.”

 

“I can’t promise that…” Taemin said with a pout.

 

“Then promise me you’ll stop trying to make him do things he doesn’t want to do.”

 

Taemin pouted but Key stayed firm.

 

“I’ll promise if you wear y underwears all weekend.”

 

“Deal.” Key said, holding his hand out.

 

Taemin took it and shook his hand. They both smiled. At least, Taemin had found what he had come for. They both had feelings for each other. What would happen next was up to them.

 

………………………...

 

Jinki was already downstairs when Taemin and Key walked down the stairs. Choosing an outfit for Key apparently took a long time and Jinki hadn’t slept much after they had left.

He was talking with the cook when Taemin walked past them.

 

“Oh, Taemin ! Are you staying for lunch ?”

 

His friend glanced behind Jinki and his lips curved into a smile.

 

“No, but thanks anyway. Minho must be waiting for me.”

 

“Oh… Alright. I’ll see you later then.”

 

Taemin nodded and said goodbye before leaving. It was rather strange for Taemin to refuse to hang out with them, since he loved crashing at other people’s places whenever he got the chance.

 

The cook left as well to get back to making lunch and Jinki was left alone. He turned around and saw Kibum standing at the foot of the stairs. He was wearing a very short and very tight pair of jean shorts and a thin sweater which was hiding nothing of his delicate neck and collarbones. Jinki must have been staring because Kibum walked up to him with a smirk.

 

“What do you think ?” He said, gesturing to his clothes.

 

“I-It’s… very nice…”

 

Taemin must have done it on purpose.

 

“Oh ! I forgot something. Wait a minute !”

 

Jinki frowned. He was wondering what Kibum could possibly have forgotten but in the end, he just shrugged. It didn’t really matter, he would see him in a minute anyway. The cook served them lunch and Jinki settled at the table, waiting for Key to come back to start eating.

 

When he came back, Jinki turned to him and noticed the choker around his neck. It was the one he had offered him. He suddenly felt all warm inside upon seeing Kibum wearing it today and he smiled.

 

They ate peacefully, talking about this and that, and lunch time went by in a heartbeat. They didn’t have any plans for the afternoon so Kibum suggested that they took a walk to the park, like the last time he came. Jinki wasn’t very enthusiast at the idea of going out - he would rather have stayed inside and played chess all day -, but he knew Kibum liked to go out and he didn’t want him to feel trapped in his house all weekend.

 

They packed some food just in case they were hungry while they were in the park and headed out. The park wasn’t very far and they didn’t need a car to go there.

 

Kibum stopped beside the house, in front of the second garage’s door.

 

“Jinki ?”

 

“Yes ?”

 

“What’s behind that door ?”

 

Jinki stiffened. What was behind that door was one of the things he didn’t want to talk about.

 

“I’ve wondered last time too but… I didn’t dare ask.”

 

“That’s where my car is.”

 

“Your car ?”

 

“The one I drove before the accident.”

 

“Oh…”

 

Kibum was asking more questions than usual and Jinki was wondering if it had something to do with the fact that Jinki had been the one calling him this time, or the fact that he had intended to invite him as a friend.

 

“Can I see it ?”

 

“Oh… Well… She’s covered in dust, you know, it’s better not to-”

 

“Please…”

 

Kibum pouted and Jinki only needed one look to know he was done for. He sighed.

 

“Alright.”

 

Kibum’s lips curved up into a huge smile and he pecked his cheek.

 

“Thank you !”

 

Jinki gave Kibum his key - he always had it on him - and the younger opened the garage door. He felt his heart clench at the sight of his beloved car after so many years, covered in dust. He really loved her, but he had neglected her so much he had almost forgotten about her existence, and seeing her like this brought back a lot of memories he would rather bury in the darkest corner of his mind.

 

“The garage is spotless but the car is dusty…”

 

“Mrs Park sometimes comes to clean the garage but she isn’t allowed to touch the car.”

 

“Why ?”

 

Kibum walked to the car to look at her more closely.

 

“That car, she… Everytime I look at her I see myself before the accident. My father brought her for my eighteenth birthday.”

 

Kibum stayed silent and walked back to Jinki to take his hand in his. He didn’t really know why, but he was answering all of Kibum’s questions without an ounce hesitation. Usually, he never talked about this kind of things - every word he said was like a stab to the heart -, and he avoided all of the questions about his past. But when it was Kibum, it was… different. Like every word he said made him lighter. He felt relieved.

 

“Your parents must be really nice.”

 

“Yes, they were…”

 

Kibum stiffened and Jinki lowered his gaze.

 

“I-I’m sorry… Oh my God, Jinki I-”

 

“It’s okay.”

 

He looked up and sent him a weak smile. Kibum walked closer and sat on Jinki’s lap, while the older took him in his arms. Kibum wrapped his arms around his neck and held him tight.

 

“We were all in my father’s car, he was driving. We had an accident on the highway, I’ll spare you the details but… My mother died instantly and my father died later from his injuries. The doctors said I was lucky to be alive.”

 

“I’m sorry…”

 

Kibum held him closer and his warmth and his presence were enough to soothe him.

 

“If there’s anything I can do…”

 

“Just… Stay here, like this.”

 

They stayed in each other’s arms for a few minutes. Neither of them spoke, but it wasn’t necessary.

 

Jinki was the one who broke the silence.

 

“We should go… We can’t stay here all day.”

 

“No, wait.”

 

Kibum stood up and walked to the car before turning to Jinki.

 

“We should clean it.”

 

“What for ? I can’t drive her anymore anyway.”

 

“It’s not a reason to leave it like this ! It was a gift from your father, you should take care of it.”

 

Jinki stared at him silently and Kibum bit his lip nervously, obviously worried about having spoken up his mind so bluntly.

 

“You’re right.”

 

Kibum heaved a relieved sigh - probably because Jinki wasn’t offended by his idea - and smiled. Jinki couldn’t help but smile in return. He was right; he may have lost his ability to drive, but it didn’t mean that he shouldn’t take care of his car anymore. She may have been a symbol of his past, but he still had spent good moments in this car, and it was those moments that he should remember, not the bad ones. And over time, he would probably get new memories, good ones this time.

 

With some help from the gardener and the cook, they managed to get her out of the garage and into the inner courtyard. Jinki thanked them and they went back to their occupations, while Kibum went to grab what they needed to clean her up. He came back with a bucket full of foaming water and two big sponges.

 

“We need to rinse it first…” Kibum said thoughtfully.

 

“There’s a garden hose in the shed.”

 

Kibum went to look for it and came back a few minutes later with the said hose and… a radio. Jinki raised an eyebrow and Kibum explained:

 

“I found it in the shed and I thought it’d be nice to have some music… But it bothers you-”

 

“No, not at all !” Jinki said with a smile

 

He had already noticed Kibum liked music a lot; he had heard music coming from his room a few times before and he had even caught him dancing to it once… He smiled at the memory.

 

Kibum splashed the car with water until a good part of the dust was gone and grabbed the sponges. He took one for himself and gave the other one to Jinki. They both soaked the sponges in the bucket and started cleaning the car. Kibum dealt with the roof of the car while Jinki did the tires and everything at his level. He was trying to clean the hood but by doing so, he pressed against the car and his t-shirt ended up wet. He should have worn something else… He glanced up at Kibum. He was pressed against the back door as he cleaned up the roof and Jinki lost himself in his thoughts for a while as he stared at the pretty curves of the other’s body.

 

On the radio, a song ended and another began. Kibum started humming to it and Jinki smiled. He couldn’t help it, Kibum was so cute when he was humming. He slightly pulled away from the car and started dancing as he rubbed the car with the sponge. Jinki’s smile widened and Kibum started singing. They both had forgotten the car. Kibum was too busy dancing and singing, and Jinki was too busy watching him. The song was very happy and the choreography was almost all hip swaying and Jinki gulped as he watched Kibum move to the rhythm, his wet clothes sticking to his skin.

 

“Call me your darling, darling nareul nogyeojwo !”

 

Kibum turned to him and smiled when he noticed Jinki’s stare. He walked to him, still dancing, and Jinki couldn’t take his eyes off him.

 

“Only you, only you.” He sang, pointing to Jinki.

 

Kibum’s moves were fluid yet precise and Jinki was wondering if he had taken dancing classes before. He was rather good at dancing and Jinki couldn’t stop himself from eyeing his every move.

 

The song ended and Kibum pouted, going back to cleaning. Jinki just kept staring at him with a huge smile and when Kibum noticed, he threw his sponge at him.

 

“Yah ! There’s no way I’m doing all the cleaning alone !”

 

The soaked sponge hit his chest and his t-shirt was so wet he was sticking to his skin. He grabbed the sponge and put his arms in front of his chest when he noticed he could see through his t-shirt. Why on earth had he decided to wear a white t-shirt today ?

 

He heard Kibum’s laugh and he smiled mischievously before grabbing the hose at the foot of his wheelchair. Kibum stopped laughing and took a step back.

 

“Jinki…” He warned.

 

He aimed at Kibum and opened the hose; Kibum let out a high-pitched scream and tried to protect himself as much as he could, to no avail. Jinki closed the hose and burst out laughing when he noticed Kibum soaked to the bone and curled up against the car, looking a lot like a wet kitten who hated water. Jinki moved closer and Kibum glared at him.

 

“Kibum…” Jinki called softly.

 

He came closer to grab his hand but Kibum pushed him away. He stood up to escape but Jinki was quick to grab him by the waist and pulled him backwards so he landed on his lap. Kibum was fighting back without real motivation and Jinki wrapped his arms against his waist.

 

“Kibummie…” He whispered in his ear. “Stop sulking...”

 

He felt a shiver go through Kibum’s body and he wondered if it was because of the cold. The water was cold and their clothes were soaking wet. Kibum stayed silent and Jinki let him go, but Kibum only grabbed his wrists and put his arms back around his waist.

 

“I’m cold…” He explained, pulling his head back to rest it on Jinki’s shoulder.

 

Jinki smiled and pecked his neck.

 

“What brand of car is it, exactly ?” Kibum asked, eyeing the car before them.

 

All of the dust was gone but she was covered in foam.

 

“A Porsche 912.”

 

“A vintage car, huh ? Not very surprising for someone who had an indoor pool for his eleventh birthday.” He said mockingly.

 

Jinki tickled him.

 

“Y-yah ! Jinki !” He yelled, hitting him on the arm.

 

Jinki chuckled and buried his face in his neck, taking a deep breath and inhaling his sweet scent. He held him closer.

 

“We should rinse the car.” Kibum said.

 

“Yes.”

 

Neither of them moved.

 

“I mean, we can still do it in five minutes.”

 

“Yes.”

 

Kibum turned his head and smiled before pressing his lips against his.

 

The car could wait.

 

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Hi everyone ! :D

 

I know I was supposed to post it yesterday (I said so on Twitter anyway) but I was feeling tired and I wasn't in the mood to translate, to be honest.

 

Anyway ! :D I hope you all enjoyed this chapter ! Please let me know what you think about it in the comments ! :D It really makes my day. ♥

 

Also, I posted a new onkey fic: These moments with you, which is just 100% fluffiness. You should check it out !

 

Again, thanks for reading, commenting, and the upvoting ! :D ♥