“Your coffee.”

At the same time the familiar voice broke the silence in the waiting room, a takeaway coffee cup appeared in the line of Minho’s vision.

The actor looked up from the script he was lazily skimming through and smiled at his personal assistant. “Thanks bum-“

“Rule 1, Minho.” Said personal assistant instantly interrupted with a disapproving frown.

“Kibum, I meant Kibum. Sorry.” Minho let out a breath and quickly changed the topic before Kibum could nag at him for his unintentional mistake by pointing at the cup of coffee. “That took you fast.”

“Yeah, I met your fans outside and they passed me a whole box of food and drinks, all of which are your favourites of course.” Kibum explained as he pointed to the nicely decorated cardboard box he had placed on the floor behind him. “So if you're hungry later, you can grab a lunch box too.”

“You don't look too happy...” Minho commented as he took in the expression on Kibum’s face and tugged his boyfriend’s hand, inviting him to sit down in the empty chair next to him.

With his manager and stylist noonas as well as the rest of the entourage away for their much needed break, Minho and Kibum were left alone in a private waiting room inside MBC that was specially assigned to the actor. Today, the actor was trying something different though – Minho was invited as a special host for Music Core to stand in for one of the emcees who was away overseas.

Kibum relented and settled down in the cushioned seat beside his boss. “Honestly Minho, I don't know how to feel about your fans recognising me, and for that matter, calling me Kibum oppa in the same way they squeal for you...”

Minho hid a chuckle behind his hand and raised an amused eyebrow much to Kibum's displeasure.

“I don't find this funny, Minho.” Kibum said, looking very much frustrated, so close to ruining his perfectly styled hair. “They were very enthusiastic.”

“All fans are, Kibum.” Minho pointed out the obvious.

“Yeah, to their idols they are.” Kibum nodded in agreement before he stopped and shot a look at Minho. “Not to their idols' personal assistant though.”

With a hint of a smile on his face, Minho shrugged and picked up the cup of coffee from the table. “Well, it makes sense if they're overly friendly to you since you are one, if not, the only, good looking personal assistant in the industry.”

Kibum narrowed his eyes dangerously at the actor. “Rule 3, Minho.”

“What?” Minho blinked his eyes innocently. “How does that count as flirting?!”

“Shush!” Kibum placed a finger on Minho's lips and quickly turned to the side, checking if the door was securely closed.

“Rule 2, Kibum.” Minho murmured against Kibum's finger. “You said no physical contact, remember?”

Kibum groaned and instantly removed his finger away as if he had been scalded.

Minho smiled helplessly and steered them back to the original conversation. “Kibum, you're overthinking it. It's only right that my fans know you. It's like how they know manager hyung... And like Gyeongshik hyung, you'll have to deal with them too.”

After taking a moment to digest Minho’s words, Kibum fidgeted in his seat while his eyes looked everywhere but Minho. “I'm scared.”

Minho shot Kibum a quizzical look. “Of my fans?”

Kibum nodded, his eyes still avoiding Minho but now glancing at Minho’s image in the mirror in front of them. “What if they find out?”

Minho fell silent.

“Trust me Minho, fans pay attention to the slightest detail so they'll be the first to find out if we're not careful. It definitely doesn’t help that I’ve got their attention now too.”

“And that's why we have these rules right?” Understanding where Kibum was coming from, Minho turned Kibum’s chair towards him and forced his boyfriend to look at him. “You set them for a reason like this so we’re good for now alright, Kibum? Please don't think too much about it.”

Kibum pressed his lips into a thin line, not wanting to say anything else for the time being because he knew if he did, their conversation wouldn't end, and now was definitely not a good time to be talking about this. They were at work and it was important that both Minho and himself were kept focused on the job. So instead, he just nodded and focused the attention back onto Minho’s current stint as a host.

“How's your memorizing coming along?” Kibum questioned, his eyes looking at the script in Minho’s hands.

“Kibum, I'm an actor.”

“I know, but this is different, you're hosting Music Core.”

“Yeah, it's still about memorising lines though.”

“Can I help you with anything then?”

Minho rubbed his chin in thought and nodded. “Yeah, you can actually.”

Staying silent, Kibum waited for the actor’s instructions he knew would come very soon.

“You could try to be happy and just simply relax, and enjoy being in a relationship with me instead of always worrying about this and that.”

Kibum’s immediate reaction was to smack Minho on his arm and shoot him an annoyed look.

“What rule did I break this time?” Rubbing the spot where Kibum’s hand had landed quite ruthlessly, Minho instinctively asked after sighing defeatedly.

Kibum paused for a moment, seemingly searching his mind for the rule that Minho had just broken but to no avail.

And all of a sudden, the personal assistant snapped his fingers. “Thanks for reminding me that I have to list this rule down as well.”

Minho gasped. “We already have enough on the list, Kibum! There has got to be at least ten on the list right now…”

“Apparently it still isn’t enough.” Kibum shook his head, both at Minho and at himself. “I can’t believe I overlooked such an important one… we must not breathe a word of our relationship to anyone, you hear me Choi Minho?”

Minho kept mum as he openly sulked, not caring that he had lost all image in front of Kibum.

“And a minute ago, someone was requesting for me to be happy…” Kibum couldn’t help but tease as he laughed unreservedly at his boyfriend.

Said boyfriend crossed his arms and grumbled, “I should at least get some incentives with all these rules in place…”

“Fine, we’ll talk about this later.” Agreeing with Minho, Kibum gave in and decided it would do both of them good if he didn’t get too strict when dealing with their relationship.

“Thank you.” Minho heaved a sigh of relief.

“You’re welcome.” Kibum replied sarcastically with a smile before he demanded as politely as he could manage, “Could you please get back to work now?”

Minho punched his fist in the air and nodded happily as he did what he was told and went back to reading his script. Even though he knew recording the music show was going to take at least two hours, Minho was spurred on to do the best job he could as the special host for the day what with the motivation he got from Kibum. He already couldn’t wait to get his schedules over and done with and have his private time with Kibum. This was probably how it was like to be in love, Minho couldn’t help but note.

*

“You should probably just move in with me.”

Minho spoke directly into Kibum’s ear with a low voice as he hugged his boyfriend from behind upon finding him in his walk in wardrobe after coming out of the shower. Leaning back against Minho’s chest, Kibum put his plan to coordinate Minho’s clothes into colours on hold and turned his head slightly to the side to address his lover.

“Too fast, Minho, too fast.”

“I beg to differ.” Minho said as he placed a light kiss onto Kibum’s shoulder and then nuzzled his head into the crook of Kibum’s neck. “You can’t deny how it’ll make everything more convenient.”

“For you to take advantage of me?” Kibum asked as he playfully nudged Minho in his stomach with his elbow.

Minho let out a laugh and spun his boyfriend around so that they were now face to face with each other.

“I was referring to work, Kibum.” Squeezing Kibum’s hips lightly, Minho answered truthfully, “And well, okay, I admit, for that reason too…”

“Is this the incentive you had in mind?” Kibum rested his hands against Minho’s chest and cocked his head in question.

“Perhaps.”

“Could you ask for something else?” Kibum suggested before reasoning, “I think we need to slow things down.”

“Are you always this rational when it comes to relationships?” The actor was curious.

Kibum shook his head. “No, you’re just too impulsive.”

“I can’t help it.” Minho explained with a shrug of his shoulders. “You’re practically coming back home with me every time once schedules are over that it seems like you’re already living with me.”

A serious expression appeared on Kibum’s face. “Minho, I come back with you because I have to take care of your personal matters. It’s my job, remember?”

“Really?” Minho questioned as a smirk slowly grew on his face, “I didn’t know cooking meals for me, tidying up my apartment or keeping me company was inside your job scope…”

“I could stop doing all of that if that’s what you want.” The personal assistant voiced out as innocently as he could even though Minho knew Kibum was secretly threatening him underneath that innocent expression.

“I’m more than happy that you’re taking care of such matters for me, Kibum, you know that.” Minho’s reply came quick to appease his lover before the conversation took a wrong turn.

“I know… I’m happy too.” Kibum confessed and since Minho was being so honest with him, the personal assistant decided to play nice as well. “And just so you know, I will move in with you… just not now alright?”

That was enough to bring a smile on Minho’s face. And so, the actor tilted his head to kiss his boyfriend on the lips.

“I’ll look forward to that day.” Minho purposely spoke against Kibum’s lips before he pressed his lips onto Kibum’s once more.

“Keep this up, and the day would probably arrive sooner.” Kibum found himself saying before he could even process his words. Minho’s lips just had that magical effect on him.

“I will.” Grinning, Minho promised before he continued to work his lips against Kibum’s and at the same time, guided his lover out of his walk-in wardrobe and back into his room so they could settle down onto Minho’s comfy queen size bed. It was a simple task actually since the route was direct so in no time, Minho and Kibum found themselves sitting on the edge of the bed while their lips locked in a slow and passionate kiss.

“Focus, Kibum.” After tugging on Kibum’s bottom lip, Minho muttered as he realised that his boyfriend seemed rather distracted while they were kissing.

At the sound of Minho’s voice, Kibum his lips nervously and pulled away from the actor. “Sorry… you’re just a really good kisser and I can’t help but wonder why you are.”

“Am I?” Minho was rather surprised at Kibum’s revelation but couldn’t hide how he was also very much proud of himself that his boyfriend thought that way about him.

Kibum nodded, unable to keep his eyes off Minho’s lips as jealousy suddenly crept in. “I bet you had a whole lot of experience.”

“Umm, actually Kibum, I don’t.” Feeling slightly embarrassed, Minho let Kibum in on the truth behind his apparent skills, “Believe it or not, I learnt how to kiss from acting classes… in fact, I practically had to study the art of kissing.”

Kibum widened his eyes, his eyebrows raised in question. “So you practised with someone from your class?”

“No, of course not!” Minho instantly shook his head and tried his best to find the most appropriate words to describe his learning experience. “There were no… hands-on activities at all, just… theory and visual aids.”

“Wait… does this mean that your first kiss… was with me?” Kibum was genuinely surprised.

Minho could feel his cheeks turn red as he contemplated on telling Kibum the answer that his boyfriend almost certainly already knew. In fact, the actor’s hesitance to reply only served to confirm Kibum’s thoughts. The personal assistant didn’t need to hear the answer anymore.

Kibum smiled and pulled Minho in for another kiss before he let the actor in on his own secret, “If it means anything to you, you’re the first person I ever kissed on the lips.”

“But you kissed others elsewhere before?” It was Minho’s turn to be jealous, and the actor didn’t even bother hiding it.

Kibum rolled his eyes. “You’re missing the point, Minho.”

“Seriously, are you never going to let me find out how many relationships you had before me?” Minho created a safe distance between Kibum and him and made it obvious he was in for a serious conversation.

“You’re not going to let this go tonight, aren’t you?” Kibum sighed.

Minho nodded and then suggested, “How about we ask each other questions all night long so we can get to know each other more?”

“That means I have to spend another night here...” Kibum pondered out loud.

Minho looked incredulously at his boyfriend. “Don’t tell me you even thought that you could return to your dorm tonight…”

“Alright, I won’t.” Resisting a laugh, Kibum simply replied with a smile and then fell back onto the bed, making himself as comfortable as he possibly could. “Okay, Choi Minho, you want us to learn more about each other, I’ll let you learn more about me right now.”

“Wonderful.” Minho quipped as he too lay down next to Kibum on his queen sized bed that suddenly seemed too spacious for the two of them and readied himself to open his heart out to Kibum.

And boy, were they in for a long night because Minho was bent on learning about the twenty odd years of Kibum’s life that he had missed out. Even though the actor knew he (and Kibum as well) should probably use the time to get the much needed sleep that was necessary for them to function well for his schedules the following day, Minho wouldn’t have it any other way.

Author's Note: because it's the festive season, that's another 2398 words of fluff for you! i know this is a little late but happy 2013 dear readers! may the new year bring you lovely people all that you wish for! and i hope this chapter of fluff brought a smile to your face. ^^ thank you for sticking through AAA with me, for taking the time to read and comment on the story and for always giving me all the encouragement and motivation any author culd ask for. it's been an awesome 2012 for shinee (damn, every gayo daejun performance was epic!) and for me, and i hope there are only more good things to come for everybody in 2013! my love goes out to all of you! ♥