#sorry if yall were hoping for amber and minho

[ourshineeshrine]

My Number One Fan

Chapter: 22/? Pairing: JongKey Word Count: 4,839 Rating: NC17 Summary: Kibum goes to the same, run-down bar every week to watch the man of his affections sing his heart out with a mere guitar for company. He wasn’t expecting the coffee, nor the beautiful personality within the singer. And he definitely wasn’t expecting to fall in love.

A/N: OKAY OMG LISTEN: this was honestly the most difficult thing i’ve ever written in my entire life. it was my first time writing smut *blushes like crazy* so i know it sucks crap...feel free to give me some advice because god knows i need it! please enjoy <3 ps isnt taem an adorable little shit

It was sort of an unspoken agreement between the two when Jonghyun didn’t take the turn off to Kibum’s house and instead continued to his own, uncharacteristically fidgety as Kibum’s hand rested on his thigh. “My mum and sister would probably send you straight home if they knew you were over so just…we might have to sneak in, alright?”

Kibum flashed Jonghyun a grin. “That’ll be fine.”

When they reached their destination, Jonghyun didn’t think he’d ever opened his own front door so quietly before in his life. Except for maybe that one time he’d gotten smashed at Jinki’s house and could barely walk straight, but that was another story all together. It was already past 8:30pm which meant that his mum and Seodam should be preoccupied in their own rooms for now, and it was with the upmost relief when he managed to drag Kibum by hand to his own bedroom without being spotted or heard.

And as soon as the door had closed behind them, Jonghyun was up against the wall with his tie grasped tightly in Kibum’s hand, their faces pulled particularly close. Even though they’d barely moved, their breathing was heavy and Kibum already had a faint tinge of pink shrouding his cheeks. Just the sight of the other male pinning him against the wall with a tie in his clutch and flushed cheekbones was enough for Jonghyun to desperately push his lips against Kibum’s, the younger of the two complying immediately with equal passion.

Heat pooled at the pit of Kibum’s stomach, and instinctively he held Jonghyun even closer to the wall in order to keep the space between them as minimal as possible. The sheer pleasure he felt to have Jonghyun’s body and mouth pressed so tightly against his own clouded any rational thought, and when his shirt was found discarded on the floor just moments later, Kibum really wasn’t one to complain. His legs felt weak beneath him and Jonghyun, having probably sensed his boyfriend’s discomfort, began guiding them away from the wall and instead onto the soft bed mere metres away. They stumbled on unceremoniously with Jonghyun’s body hovering over Kibum’s, however soon enough their positions had switched and Kibum was instead focusing entirely on removing the tie from Jonghyun’s neck.

“Would you hurry up?” Jonghyun breathed, allowing his palms to glide over the smooth skin of Kibum’s chest. “A beautiful man is currently on top of me, given the opportunity to do whatever he wants, and he’s undoing my tie. Sounds kinda silly if you ask me.”

Kibum smirked, leaning down to place his lips tightly against the skin of Jonghyun’s neck as he worked. “It’s called having patience.” he whispered, discarding the tie behind him and instead using his hands to begin the task of unbuttoning Jonghyun’s shirt. He planted languid, sloppy kisses down the older male’s chest as he went, taking pride in just how ragged and uneven Jonghyun’s breathing seemed to be.

Soon enough, his shirt had joined Kibum’s on the floor and their shirtless chests were pressed flush together, mouths moving roughly and carelessly as their hands tried desperately to latch onto as much bare skin as possible. They’d made out before – plenty of times, of course. But Kibum couldn’t recall a time that it had ever been this intense, this heated, this passionate. He pulled away with a sort of glint in his gaze, straddling Jonghyun’s hips. The singer was lying flat upon the bed with his mere elbows propped for support, looking up at Kibum with curiosity and a dark, lust filled gaze.

“L-Look…We’re both obviously not that experienced so if something I do doesn’t feel right, j-just tell me, okay?” Kibum was a flushed, stuttering mess, and purposely avoided eye contact as he awaited Jonghyun’s response.

Jonghyun grinned, taking in Kibum’s sexy, mussed appearance. “Okay.” he responded, although not really paying attention to what the younger male was actually saying. Besides, considering how things were going so far, Jonghyun didn’t think anything Kibum could do wouldn’t ‘feel right’.

Biting his lip and watching Jonghyun closely to gauge his reaction, Kibum slowly and uncertainly rolled his hips against the singer’s. Elbows shaking beneath him, Jonghyun’s head fell back in pleasure as a hoarse and breathy moan escaped his lips.

“Is that alright?” spoke Kibum quietly, allowing his narrow fingers to brush lightly over Jonghyun’s stomach.

The older male could only offer an enthusiastic nod in response, allowing his elbows to drop completely as Kibum repeated the action again with more confidence. His moans this time around were muffled as Kibum leant down to mash their lips together heatedly, all too aware of the other house occupants who were separated by a mere, thin wall. Jonghyun’s hands travelled down Kibum’s waist and rested at his hips, fiddling with the waistband of the younger boy’s jeans. And seeing as though he made no move to protest, Jonghyun took the risk to unzip his fly, impatiently pushing his hips up to meet Kibum’s.

Kibum hummed contentedly before he, albeit reluctantly, pulled away from Jonghyun slowly and instead stood from the bed. Jonghyun regarded him with a confused frown, heartbeat racing wildly and an awfully uncomfortable tightness in his pants.

“I just thought that this…” Kibum tugged down his tight jeans, allowing them to pool on the floor below. “Would make things easier.” All that remained was the dancer’s short boxers, and Jonghyun felt himself staring gapingly at the smooth, milky skin of Kibum’s thighs. His own pants were becoming increasingly tighter around his groin, and when Kibum looked up at him with half lidded eyes and a knowing smirk, Jonghyun swore he nearly moaned right then and there. He shuffled back to rest his body against the headboard of the bed, and gulped thickly as he noticed that Kibum was already making his way back over.

“Not fair if mine are gone and yours aren’t right?” he whispered huskily, making move to unbutton Jonghyun’s pants and slide them down his legs.

Even though the embarrassment which came with his obviously hard member was harrowing, it quelled Jonghyun’s fear a little to see that Kibum was facing the same situation. His face flamed up when Kibum took note of where his gaze was directed, but surprisingly, this usually timid and awkward boy didn’t seem to care in the slightest, only smirking and brushing his hair out of his eyes. “Like what you see, I suppose?” he questioned with a raised brow, crawling over to Jonghyun and straddling him against the headboard.

Licking his lips, a low grunt sounded from Jonghyun’s mouth as their scarcely clothed members brushed together, and Kibum had to physically force himself from doing the same by planting his lips on the exposed skin of Jonghyun’s collarbone. “If your mum hears us I’m going to die.” he muttered against Jonghyun’s neck.

“I-I know.” stuttered Jonghyun, grazing his calloused palms lightly along Kibum’s sensitive lower back. “I can’t help it.” He proved his point by suddenly groping Kibum’s ass and pulling their groins tightly together, eliciting the dancer to sound a loud, muffled moan. “See?”

Kibum buried his face into Jonghyun’s shoulder. “Yeah.” He breathed. “S-Sorry.”

Jonghyun grinned and placed one hand beneath Kibum’s chin, prodding a few times so that the yonger boy would look him in the eyes. “This is all pretty new to both of us, obviously. And my family may be right next door but…I still want you to enjoy yourself. So,” Jonghyun licked his lips awkwardly, unsure of how to phrase his next sentence. “Don’t hold back, alright?”

Kibum’s whole face burnt in a mixture of embarrassment and desire, but nonetheless he nodded softly. “Same goes for you…”

The older male winked smoothly, pulling Kibum in to smash their lips together in a rough kiss. Tongues battled and noses bumped foolishly but the couple honestly couldn’t have cared less, only focused on what it felt like to be wrapped in each other’s embrace so intimately. Both of Kibum’s legs eventually managed to hook themselves behind Jonghyun’s back and they ground their hips together shamelessly, allowing the majority of their loud moans and whimpers to be absorbed into the kiss.

The heat which flooded through Jonghyun’s abdomen and groin was indescribable, and the singer felt his skin prickle with flames every time his skin made even the lightest contact with Kibum’s. He simply couldn’t get enough – every touch, every groan, every thrust just left him craving more.

“Kibum.” he grunted hoarsely, pulling away briefly to speak.

Eyes fluttering half open, Kibum regarded Jonghyun with confusion, disappointed at the sudden lack of connection. “Huh?”

Their breathing came heavy and Jonghyun struggled to say the words he wished to, simply muttering quietly under his breath.

“Jjong, speak up.”

“I said…” Jonghyun swallowed thickly and lifted his gaze reluctantly to meet Kibum’s. “C-Can you touch me?”

Kibum frowned. “But I am?”

Biting his lip, the older of the two shook his head in embarrassment. “No, I mean like…touch me.” His voice had risen a pitch or two in humiliation, and tried as hard as possible to keep his eyes locked with Kibum’s.

His eyes widened and Kibum’s breath caught in realization, mouth running dry at the mere prospect. “O-Oh…Right—“

“You don’t have to!” exclaimed Jonghyun, gauging Kibum’s reaction closely. “S-Sorry, I shouldn’t have asked anyway. It was weird, I’m sorry.”

Kibum shook his head. “No, it’s not that.” he muttered. “I want to, I just…don’t wanna disappoint you.”

“Oh trust me,” Jonghyun whispered with a breathy laugh, tugging unconsciously on Kibum’s hair. “Anything you do will feel good.”

Licking his lips shyly, Kibum nodded, and slowly began to trace his fingers down Jonghyun’s stomach and towards the elastic of his boxers. Jonghyun watched him with flushed cheeks, breath quickening automatically as one of Kibum’s fingers slipped beneath the fabric. The younger boy seemed to stop and pause for a few seconds of contemplation before reaching out tentatively and running his long fingers along the length of Jonghyun’s member.

Voicing a loud whimper, Jonghyun dropped his head back against the headboard in unadulterated pleasure. Kibum, upon observing Jonghyun’s reaction, seemed to have gained a confidence boost and smiled bashfully, sliding his whole hand beneath the thin cotton of Jonghyun’s boxers. His cool, smooth fingers curled around Jonghyun’s throbbing cock and gave it a testing tug, eyes widening slightly in fascination as the boy in question pulled Kibum’s hair and murmured his name throatily. With a steady hand Kibum gradually began to pick up his pace, his free hand resting on Jonghyun’s shoulder as the other occupied itself around the older male’s manhood.

Jonghyun scrunched his toes tightly in pleasure and rested his head against the wooden bedframe, a light sheen of sweat trickling down his forehead. Low grunts escaped his lips at every jerk, and the feeling of pure bliss which came with Kibum’s hand so personally around him was simply overwhelming. His hands dropped from Kibum’s hair and instead gripped the sheets of his bed firmly, desperate to keep himself from moaning too loudly whilst his family were home.

Watching the way Jonghyun’s eyes scrunched closed tightly in pleasure, the raspy moans he emitted, the sweat which accompanied his body and the way his hips automatically thrusted into Kibum’s hand as he pumped was too much for the nineteen year old. He could feel his own member screaming for attention and the heat around his groin accumulating rapidly, itching to be noticed or touched. Gently, so that the other male wouldn’t be distracted, Kibum removed his free hand from Jonghyun’s shoulder and instead slipped it beneath his boxers, allowing his head to drop back at the feeling of his palm against his cock. Closing his eyes whilst continuing to tend to Jonghyun, Kibum imagined it was Jonghyun’s hand instead of his own and moaned his name quietly.

Jonghyun’s eyes fluttered open slowly, and in his state of bliss, took a while to focus on Kibum’s figure. His gaze followed Kibum’s other arm down, and when he realised what the younger male was doing, felt his mouth run dry in arousal. Kibum’s eyes were clenched shut with his head thrown back, simultaneously palming his own member whilst quietly whispering Jonghyun’s name. And quite, honestly, it was the most attractive thing that Jonghyun had ever seen. Heat flooded through his stomach and Jonghyun could feel his groin tingling in pleasure, toes and fingers scrunching so tightly that the knuckles turned white. “K-Kibum…I’m gonna—“

Pressure began to build up in his abdomen and Jonghyun’s muscles clenched in a desperate effort to gain release, his body seemingly going into paralysis. All of a sudden, his mind was completely blank and Jonghyun was in a state of pure euphoria and bliss, burying his face into Kibum’s neck with a strangled moan as he came into the younger male’s still steadily pumping hand.

It took Jonghyun a short while to finally come down from his high, but when he did it was with flushed cheeks and a clear head. His pulled away from Kibum’s shoulder to see that the younger male was still vigorously jerking himself off, broken whimpers sounding from the back of his throat. Jonghyun grasped Kibum’s arms and pushed him back so that he hovered on top, gently replacing Kibum’s hand with his own. Kibum’s breath hitched in arousal, watching Jonghyun hazily as he began to stroke the shaft up and down, busying his lips and tongue on the pale skin of Kibum’s collarbone.

“Go faster, asshole.” muttered Kibum deeply, gripping Jonghyun’s shoulder blades so tightly that his nails left half-moon marks in the skin.

Gradually, Jonghyun began to pick up his pace, continuing to leave faint pink marks up Kibum’s neck and towards his earlobe. “You’re beautiful, you know that?”

Kibum gnawed on his bottom lip harshly and managed to muffle a whimper from escaping his lips. Jonghyun continued to whisper hot sweet nothings into his ear, occasionally giving Kibum a small flick of the wrist or swiping his thumb over the head of Kibum’s cock.

“Y-You’re good at this.” mumbled Kibum, thrusting his hips up into Jonghyun’s hand with urge.

Jonghyun chuckled softly, bordering seduction. “I’ve had a lot of practice on myself. Thinking about you.”

Beneath Jonghyun, Kibum seemed to tense for a few seconds before shuddering wildly, coming into Jonghyun’s hand with a small whimper. His body turned lax and he slumped against the bed with fatigue, Jonghyun joining him immediately after. “That was…amazing.” Kibum muttered tiredly, but his eyes still glimmered as he turned to face Jonghyun.

Jonghyun nodded vehemently and buried his face into Kibum’s hair with utmost exhaustion. “Thank you.” he whispered.

Grinning, Kibum wrapped his arms around Jonghyun’s torso and cuddled against him tightly, inhaling with a dreamy sigh. “The worst thing about this is the fact that I have to go home.”

Jonghyun grumbled, reaching blindly to his nightstand to grab a handful of tissues. They cleaned themselves up in silence, and Kibum didn’t even bother to check the time on his phone which was currently situated in his pants pocket on the floor.

“And sorry to break it to you, Jjong.” he continued with a soft giggle. “But I’d be shocked if no one here heard us.”

Jonghyun grumbled even louder at that and grabbed a pillow to bury his face in. “I don’t want you to leave.” he whined, watching Kibum stand up and slide his pants on with a forlorn pout.

“I don’t wanna leave either.” responded Kibum. “But my parents are going to go crazy if I don’t get home soon. Now…Do I look like I was just given a hand job?”

Eyes raking up Kibum’s mussed appearance, Jonghyun nodded his head. “A little. If you fix your hair a little and put on a shirt and shoes I think you’ll be okay though. I didn’t leave any marks on your neck this time, at least.”

Kibum snorted. “That’s always good to hear. We should probably get going sooner rather than later, babe. Put some clothes on.”

Reluctantly, Jonghyun rolled off the bed and pulled his pants on before wrapping Kibum in a tight hug. “Kibum.” he whispered. “You are the best thing to ever happen to me. Have I told you that yet?”

A dark blush painted Kibum’s cheeks and he held Jonghyun just as closely, shaking his head softly against the singer’s shoulder. “You’re the best thing to ever happen to me too. Thank you so much, Jonghyun. Thank you.”

Considering that Minho was a third year and Taemin was a first year, it didn’t really come as a surprise when Minho couldn’t manage to find Taemin throughout the whole of school on Monday. After all, they didn’t share any classes and deep down, Minho figured that if Taemin was acting the way he was then he probably deserved to be left alone anyway. The last bell of the day rang through his ears, and with a mental shrug of the shoulders, Minho decided he’d just try again tomorrow. Glancing down at his work and then at the other students who seemed to be bolting out of the classroom door as though the mere act of learning was poisonous, Minho concluded that the first option was probably going to be better in the long run.

Sure, he’d love to get home and maybe watch a bit of T.V, but while he was in the zone, getting his homework out of the way now really was the better option. He was left in the classroom alone which suited him just fine, and within only fifteen minutes he had finished off the worksheet and was getting ready to leave school. It was only as he was walking down the hallway towards the exit of the school when he heard some commotion occurring closer to the first year block. Minho checked his watch.

3:50pm

He supposed he still had some time to spare. Reaching the other side of the hallway, Minho turned the corner only to stop in horror. Taemin was being cornered by that group of first years once again, and Minho could immediately feel unadulterated anger boiling his blood. He moved to intervene, however upon hearing something particularly interesting falling from the bullies’ mouths, faltered in his place and instead backpedalled hurriedly to his hiding spot around the corner.

“Oi, fag, lis—“

A growl escaped Taemin’s throat. “I’m not a fag! So shut the heck up, would you?”

The occupants of the hallway, bar Taemin and Minho of course, erupted into a fit of sniggers. “Seriously? Only fags kiss other guys, you shit.” The boy’s voice went higher, but in a menacing, mocking sort of way. “Kai told us all about how you practically forced yourself upon him. Fricking disgusting.” The rest of the group nodded vehemently in agreement with sneers upon their faces, one boy in particular taking the opportunity to shove Taemin hard against the lockers.

“No…T-That’s not what happened…Kai…He—“ Taemin was a stuttering mess, partially in fear of the students before him and partially because of the fact that they knew.

“He what? Enjoyed it? Fucking hell, you really are like that fairy Kibum.”

Minho, upon hearing the abhorrent words spoken by the first years as well as the look of pure fear and pain on Taemin’s face, decided that enough was enough and walked out from behind the corner confidently. “Oi!” he spoke gruffly, immediately eliciting the cluster to look up in shock before scurrying away.

The soccer captain was left to stare into Taemin’s wide, teary eyes, unable to form any words or will his legs to move. The younger boy’s expression was nothing but horrified, both at what the bullies had said and Minho’s sudden appearance. They simply stood there, staring at each other for a few long seconds before Taemin, after muttering quietly that his mum was probably wondering where he was, sprinted away down the hall, not risking a second glance behind him.

It was safe to say that Minho was beyond confused and astonished after that ordeal, and although he wanted to make sure that his best friend was alright, he knew that both of them had to be left alone for the moment. For the whole time that he and the younger boy had been spending time together, he had honestly thought that the bullying was because of his feminine looks. But this? Taemin had never denied what the group of first years had said so it was safe to presume that the rumours were true, but Minho should’ve known. Did Taemin really not feel comfortable sharing things with him? Usually they talked about everything together, it was just what best friends did.

Taemin had told Minho that Kai and he had just a bad fight of course, but he never went into specifics and definitely never brought it up again. Perhaps Taemin was ashamed, Minho concluded. It would have explained his reaction to Kibum. Maybe he was in denial? Minho shook his head fondly. What did Taemin have to be afraid of? If he had just told Minho what was worrying him in the first place then none of this would have ever happened. The soccer player buried his face into his hands. He had to talk to Taemin as soon as possible, but would the younger boy even want to? And then all of a sudden, Minho’s expression darkened. If those first years thought they could bully his Taemin for a stupid reason like that then they seriously had another thing coming.

Minho didn’t sit with Kibum the following day either, but this time it wasn’t to look for Taemin. It was to merely get his mind off everything and have some time to himself. And so when Kibum looked up from his sandwich that Tuesday lunchtime to see Taemin loitering awkwardly by the sidelines without the athletic third year, it certainly came as a surprise. “H-Hi, Kibum.” the boy stuttered awkwardly, looking down at his shoes in pretend interest. “Could we maybe talk? Somewhere else?”

Glaring up at Taemin, Kibum was actually deciding against going with the young dancer, however was stopped in that train of thought when Amber shoved him harshly in the ribs. “Go on.” she whispered. “He obviously wants to apologize.”

Albeit reluctantly, Kibum stood up with a quick wave of the hand to Amber and made his way towards Taemin, gesturing with his head towards where the dance studio was situated. “If you’re only here because Minho told you to be then I don’t wanna hear it.” muttered Kibum as they walked, refusing to look Taemin in the eyes.

“I swear I’m not.” spoke Taemin quietly, pushing open the dance studio door and sitting himself on the floor. “I just wanna say sorry. Seriously, Kibum, I was being a jerk.”

Kibum hesitantly took a spot across from Taemin on the floor, both elated and angry at the prospect of sitting in the dance room with Taemin once again. “I know you were. Did you finally realise how abnormal I was?”

“No!” protested Taemin. “I was just being stupid, okay? I’ve been really confused lately. And don’t take it offensively or anything, but I’m scared.”

Confusion flooded through Kibum’s veins, trying to make something out of what Taemin was saying. “Scared of being my friend?”

Taemin sighed. “God no. You’re honestly…one of the greatest friends I’ve ever had, Kibum.”

“Then what the heck are you talking about, Taem? I can’t read your mind, for goodness sake.”

Avoiding eye contact, Taemin’s hands shook wildly in his lap and Kibum took note of how laboured his breathing seemed to be. An eerie silence engulfed the white walls, and quite frankly, Taemin looked as though he was about to throw up. And then he whispered something. So low that Kibum’s ears barely picked it up. Barely. But they did.

“I think I like Minho.”

Disbelief shrouded Kibum’s features and he stared at Taemin for a few seconds with comically wide eyes of astonishment. Whatever he’d been expecting to fall from Taemin’s mouth…It definitely hadn’t been that. So many questions began popping into his mind: Since when? Why was Taemin so scared? Had he told anyone else? But more than anything else, Kibum’s mind was flooded with the squeals of a fanboy, finding his friend’s crush to be the most adorable thing he’d ever heard of.

“K-Kibum?” questioned Taemin quietly, hands shaking more than ever. But his worries were quelled immediately as Kibum greeted him with a wide, ecstatic smile.

“Seriously?! Taemin…this is adorable! Since when?”

Taemin twiddled his thumbs, a light, barely visible rose flushing his cheeks. “Well, I think it’s been for a little while now. I guess I was trying to ignore it.”

Smiling, Kibum leant forward to ruffle Taemin’s hair. “You know there’s nothing to be afraid of right? It’s perfectly okay.”

Doubt still seemed to swim in Taemin’s eyes, but he shrugged his shoulders lightly in pretend understanding. “Kibum…W-Why do you think I get bullied so much? Why you’re so excluded? If we just liked girls like we’re meant to, none of this would happen!”

Hurt flashed through Kibum’s gaze, but was quickly replaced with something akin to neutral. “And do you think you’d feel happy? Liking some stupid girl? Y’know, like you’re meant to.”

“I don’t know, Kibum! I’m not even happy liking some stupid boy! Liking people has only ever lead me downhill, to be honest. A-And I don’t want the same thing happening again. I don’t wanna lose Minho too.”

Kibum frowned, wracking his brain for a clue to what Taemin was referring to. And then it hit him like a ton of bricks. “Is this about that Kai dude? The guy you used to hang with?”

Taemin nodded slowly. “I…I used to really like him. Back then, I wasn’t really concerned with liking a guy, y’know? Kai always seemed like he was flirting as well and so one day…I just kissed him.” Tears prickled Taemin’s eyes but he hurriedly wiped them away with the sleeve of his jumper. “The bullies might beat me up a lot now but nothing hurt more than the punch he gave me back then. He called me disgusting, left, and never spoke to me again. A-And then he told everyone I forced myself on him, called me gay and all these other horrible names!” Tears ran freely down Taemin’s face now and quiet sobs wracked his body. “I’m not gay! I know there’s nothing wrong with it, but I’m just not! I’ve only ever liked Kai and Minho…B-But I don’t want Minho to call me disgusting!”

All of a sudden, Kibum’s arms were wrapping tightly around Taemin in a warm hug, burying the younger boy’s head against his shoulder. “Calm down, Taem. Minho would never call you disgusting, I know it. I’m not sure what kind of guy Kai is but Minho…Minho’s one of the kindest people I have ever met. I’m sorry I never told you this beforehand but…Jonghyun and I are dating now. And guess what? Minho didn’t even blink an eye when he found out. It won’t be any different for you.”

“But the difference is that I actually like him. How will he react when he finds out that another guy likes him?” Taemin spoke, brushing off the comment about Jonghyun and Kibum dating (he already knew, after all).

Kibum smiled and ruffled Taemin’s hair. “I think he’ll be very flattered. But you know you don’t have to tell him yet right? There’s no rush, Taemin.”

“Y-Yeah…I know. But, Minho overheard something the other day. About what happened with Kai. He’s gonna be wanting answers. How do I explain that I liked a guy but I’m not gay…He won’t get that stuff like you do.”

“Well then you just tell him the truth and explain it to him. I mean, sure, I’m not really one for the truth myself but…This is Minho we’re talking about here. He’d probably be more hurt by the fact you never told him to begin with.” spoke Kibum, believing his own words a hundred percent. “You don’t have to tell him about your little crush. Maybe if you start dropping little hints he’ll become more accustomed to the idea.”

The hope in Taemin’s eyes had risen a little, but a flicker of doubt could still be seen flashing in his demeanour. “What about Amber? He likes her, doesn’t he?”

Kibum snorted loudly. “Taemin, listen up kiddo. He might think he likes Amber but he doesn’t. She has her charms, sure, but she’s not one to settle down just yet. Minho probably doesn’t realise it yet but she’s just flirting for a little fun, nothing serious. You seriously have nothing to worry about.”

The beginnings of a smile were making its way onto Taemin’s face. “Thanks, Kibum. I’m glad that you’re my friend.”

“Me too, Taem. You sure can be a little shit sometimes but…me too.”