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TUNA TATAKI
Kim Kibum believes this is his best acting to date. It’s just unfortunate that he’s not doing it in front of cameras.
It is Taemin’s turn to enlist and Kibum is putting on a show that he is okay. It was somehow easy to pull off with a packed schedule… it’s their most hectic comeback to date, anyway. Everyone had to work on the double after the hyungs’ discharge from military service. And it wasn’t just a comeback— it’s an era that had to make waves because they’re going on another hiatus after it.
It was a flurry of rehearsals, recordings, photoshoots, interviews, variety shows, and performances. Even for a group that labored immensely for many years, the work they did for this comeback is still an amazing feat. Jinki, Jonghyun, Kibum, and Minho are convinced their military training helped them stay in their best form, especially Minho who served in the Marines no less. As for Taemin, well, he could very well be superhuman when it comes to work so he’s always in great shape.
But the days flew by faster than Kibum can learn a new girl group choreography. And before he knew it, Taemin is already about to wrap up the promotions for his farewell album, Advice.
Farewell. The word is like ice in the pit of Kibum's stomach, remaining solid because of the chill that has settled in there. I just got out, for god’s sake. The idea of parting with Taemin again, and so soon after their reunion, is breaking Kibum. And it’s not the kind of heartbreak that he can conceal as he gracefully carries on with his life. Kibum wants to drop on the floor and ugly cry while crawling towards Taemin and then wrap all his limbs around Taemin’s leg and beg him to stay. Not only is this utterly dramatic but terribly irrational too, because it’s not like Taemin has a choice. In fact, if it were up to Taemin, he will never enlist, nationalism be damned.
Kibum’s been there before so this shouldn’t be any different. He tells himself this on moments when he’s more sensible. Taemin survived his absence, so how can Kibum not pull through? But then again it is not really himself he is concerned about. He is worried about Taemin. The boy is an artist in every fiber of his being. A long period deprived of functioning as an artist will surely take its toll on Taemin. Kibum is scared that Taemin will falter because of this and he won’t be there to hold Taemin and comfort him when he’s feeling vulnerable.
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Plotting the schedule of Taemin’s last week before his enlistment is devastating for all of the members. At this point, Kibum is immersed in acting as the level-headed hyung. To make his character more convincing, he drops lines like, “It’s really no big deal” and “It’ll be over before we know it”, and he even laughs in mockery at Jonghyun when the latter is being too much of a drama queen about it.
For their last get-together, the five of them decide on a potluck dinner at the dorm instead of going to a restaurant. If Kibum weren’t such a wreck inside, he’d be basking in delight watching Jinki and Jonghyun play house.
He decided to go to the dorm early to grill the skewered shrimp and chicken he prepared at home. Jinki is circumnavigating the kitchen, making sure his chicken roast and mashed potatoes are as flawless as their beloved maknae. Jonghyun is vacuuming the living room, after folding the laundry, which was the activity he was preoccupied with when Kibum arrived.
Jinki and Jonghyun are the only ones living in the dorm now. Minho moved out shortly after his discharge from the military. He invited the four of them for dinner one night and, in typical Minho fashion, just told them flat out that he bought an apartment in Gangnam and will be living alone for the first time in his life. He said he’s approaching his thirties and feels that it’s high time he experiences absolute independence.
When Jonghyun is done vacuuming the living room floor, he goes to the kitchen and grabs a cleaning rug to wipe around the pans and wares Jinki is using. They move in sync as they do their chores, occasionally (and deliberately) bumping shoulders or hips and then giggling. They’re a perfect picture of domestic bliss.
Kibum wonders if he and Taemin will ever be one, if they have it in them to be one. He knows it wouldn’t be a problem if people find out they’re living together since they’re publicly acknowledged as ‘bros’. The problem that may arise from shacking up is actually between the two of them. They are so used to carrying on their “love affair” in the shadows, so Kibum is worried that altering that dynamic might ruin their relationship as lovers.
There’s also the issue of feelings being volatile, so sharing a home might shake their foundation and whatever they’ve built may end up in ruins. Or is it just him who’s actually volatile? Kibum cannot deny that he’s the one who bolts when Taemin’s grip on him is getting too tight.
Kibum used to think his flight response during times when Taemin is clinging is a defense mechanism. But after sharing a thousand kisses with the boy, after countless mornings of waking up and seeing Taemin’s face squashed sideways on the pillow with drool pooling at the corner of his swollen lips and glistening under the sunlight from the bedroom window, Kibum no longer contests what he knows in his heart— he is in love with Lee Taemin.
This is something which Kibum suspects their members are aware of. In fact, they might even have realized this before Kibum figured out his own feelings. And if they’re trying to be discreet about what they know, they certainly aren’t doing a good job at it. All throughout dinner, the three paid as much attention to Kibum as they did to the one they’re sending off. It only makes Kibum recognize his own fragility in this situation.
Kibum confirms their knowledge of his feelings when Taemin excuses himself to go outside to take his mother’s call. It’s just the four of them now around the living room table. Minho drinks a shot of soju and fixes his eyes on Kibum. They all know Minho does this when he is serious about what he is about to say.
“Deciding to live on my own was a big step for me. I could stay here... remain in my comfort zone, but sooner or later I’ll grow restless because I know I have to move on. It’s not a place where I can picture kids running around. It’s going to happen to me eventually, maybe sooner than I think. We’re not young forever. Look at Taemin, our baby. He’ll be thirty in a couple of years. And there’s going to be some sort of a time leap because he’ll be living away from us for a while. Kibum, what I’m trying to say is that it’s time.”
“It’s time--for what? You were making sense earlier until you addressed me.”
“Kibum…” Jonghyun decides to interrupt, knowing that Minho’s deep sigh before replying to Kibum is a sign that he’s frustrated and an argument between the two will ensue. “…Minho is right. Just tell Taemin how you feel.”
“How I feel? Well, of course I’m sad he’s leaving, like all of you are.”
“Kibum, listen.” It is Jinki’s turn to speak, because it looks like Jonghyun is ready to join forces with Minho and engage in a debate with Kibum. “We know that what’s between you and Taemin isn’t something casual or just physical. But you are the hyung, Kibum. Please be honest with him. He’ll need the assurance before he leaves. It’ll be tough for him to be away from us, but knowing that we’re waiting for him… that you are waiting for him to return will give him strength.”
He curses the day he gave in and kissed Taemin. Kibum couldn’t have predicted that it was the beginning of the end for him; the end of having control over all his faculties, especially his heart. He also wasn’t able to predict that he’ll break down in front of Jinki, Jonghyun, and Minho. Thankfully, he manages to pull himself together before Taemin rejoins them.
--
On his way home, Kibum calls Euisoo to confirm the following day’s schedule and logistics. They are taping an episode of I Live Alone at Taemin’s place. Euisoo reminds him of Taemin’s conditions— Only you and the smallest possible crew unit can enter his home. No other hosts or celebrities. His bedroom is off-limits; you’re the only one allowed inside, but not for the purpose of filming anything for the show. You know Taemin values his privacy, but he consented to this because of you. He knows how important your TV work is to you.
Kibum also gives Euisoo a rundown of the episode so he can brief Taemin in the morning. He is practically directing the episode himself. It was his idea to cook for Taemin... to bring all the ingredients he will need there, never mind that he’s anxious about whether or not Taemin has the cookware he needs.
It’s hitting two birds with one stone— he gets to pamper Taemin, which he does best, and he can maintain his composure because cooking is an activity that clears his head. It is calming, and therefore it can help him deal with the compulsion to freak out over Taemin’s departure.
As Kibum soaks inside his tub, all warm and relaxed by the scent of dewberry and mild menthol, he thinks of what to feed Taemin. It’s the last I’ll be making for him for a while.
Kibum enjoys being alone, save for the moments when vulnerability hits him. He’s not one to keep worrying about work until he gets home. It’s usually his relationships with people that get him pondering on his weaknesses. Especially his relationship, or non-relationship, with Taemin.
He has been weak for the maknae right from the start, so he compensates for this by feigning stubbornness and projecting an impenetrable stance. Ironically, he is the one defensive about this weakness, even if no one questions it. He moved out of the dorm and dated people, although Kibum isn’t sure any of those dates progressed into actual relationships. It simply wasn’t possible, considering how fickle Kibum is with them. He sees one flaw and he dismisses them.
Kibum made the mistake of entertaining a man, who clearly wants to keep him permanently. Dating Chaejin was the most suffocating thing. After managing to get out of it, Kibum vowed to keep things casual with people he dates. Otherwise, he’ll feel indebted for the love given to him (even if he didn’t ask for it) and he’ll have to repay it with loyalty until it becomes unbearable for him.
But even if he has gone around, met people, & surrendered to the heat of the moment, his heart is loyal to Taemin alone. Like a curse, on moments when his senses blow up with his orgasm, the face imprinted behind his eyelids is Taemin’s. There were even times when he accidentally moaned “Taem” as he climaxed. Kibum would explain afterwards that what he uttered was “Damn” and not what his lover thought he heard.
It hits Kibum that he shouldn’t be thinking about moaning Taemin’s name while he’s naked in the tub. Focus, Kibum. Tomorrow’s an important day, and I will be cooking for him. He resets his brain and decides on a tuna dish and either a salad or dessert with strawberries, since these are Taemin’s favorites.
Kibum already has an idea of what to make in particular, so he grabs his iPad with him as he finally lounges on his bed in his trusty pajama set. Kibum smiles at the thought that Taemin owns a similar pair. He wants to make a Sicilian-style grilled tuna steak and a strawberries and cream parfait. He browses through recipes for the variations that he thinks Taemin would like best.
Oh! But he has filming scheduled in the afternoon! Advice stage! Kibum's problem with his fabulous menu is temporarily forgotten when images of Taemin in the white cropped top outfit he wore in the MV fill Kibum’s head. He is not even hard but he feels his dick twitch. Get a grip, Kibum, he tells himself.
He doesn’t want to give up on Taemin’s favorites, but he will have to serve his boy a healthier brunch. Kibum knows Taemin will ask for rice to go with his grilled tuna steak and the lactose in the parfait could make his stomach queasy. These won't do. After browsing quickly through recipes online and recalling tuna dishes he had tried in his travels, Kibum decides on tuna tataki and a side of green salad with sliced strawberries. Healthy and still has Taemin's favorites.
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Cooking for Taemin was such a good call, Kibum tells himself as he plates his perfect tuna tataki.
They set the table together and enjoy the meal as they are being filmed by the cameramen. Kibum remembers asking himself if he and Taemin could ever fit into a picture of domesticity. Right now, as he sits across Taemin, who compliments his cooking every five seconds, he realizes it isn’t far-fetched. And not only is it possible; it might even be something he would long for. He finds himself smiling, and smiling more when he notices that he and Taemin are in matching white shirts and light-wash jeans. And every time Kibum smiles, Taemin not only matches it but exceeds it even. People say Taemin smiles too much, but Kibum thinks it’s only right because that smile can save the world. His world. This would be such a nice life to have.
Kibum brushes off the dangerous thought and brags to Taemin that it was hard finding strawberries because these aren’t in season, but he managed to, anyway.
“Thank you for your efforts, hyung.”
“Of course. You love strawberries. Or strowvery, as you cutely call it. I have to bring to you what you love.” So here I am.
Now that he has started bragging as a distraction, he might as well keep it going. He tosses the greens with his chopsticks.
“These are from my garden. I grew this mint myself.”
“Did you plant mint because you’re a taemint?” Taemin snickers at his own comment.
“I have been one since day one, even before that term was coined.” Kibum meant to look at Taemin, but it’s been a struggle holding his real emotions in. Besides, he knows Taemin is just as surprised as he is that he didn’t blurt out something sarcastic as a response to Taemin’s silly remark.
We’ve spent a lot of time mocking and teasing each other. Today is just about loving you.
Kibum decides to be courageous and glances at Taemin; he already anticipated the big toothy grin and the crescent eyes that are so cute it takes extra strong willpower not to gush verbally. He realizes he’s staring when Taemin looks down shyly and mutters stop.
Kibum takes the strand of long extensions shrouding over one side of Taemin’s face and gently tucks it behind the boy’s ear. It was a mistake, because it causes Taemin to lean in. Kibum’s eyes fall shut and he leans in as well.
A loud cough, which Kibum recognized as Euisoo’s, is suddenly heard from somewhere in the room. Kibum snaps his head back and chuckles.
“So, you see, all these greens are from my garden!” I’m gonna have to sit down with the crew when they do the editing for this episode.
--
He’s a professional. An actor. These truths enabled Kibum to conduct a farewell-themed episode befitting a lighthearted variety show and mask a greater truth— that he is slated to say goodbye the next day to the boy that he would never admit to be the love of his life.
Nevertheless, his voice was soaked with sadness and worry during the closing segment, as he talked about Taemin being the only one who’s going away this time. Thankfully, the show’s last segment is the shortest. Euisoo also got everyone from the I Live Alone team to wrap everything up after the interview with Kibum.
He and Taemin have been lucky with Manager Gongsik, and now with Euisoo. Another manager cleaning up after the mess they keep leaving all because they insist on fooling themselves that there’s nothing to hide, there’s nothing there, there’re nothing between them.
When the production crew has packed up and left, Kibum refills their glasses with the champagne he brought. His alcohol tolerance is remarkable, but what he’s drunk with at the moment is the desire to make love to Taemin. He wants to possess, mark, and leave an imprint of himself on Taemin which he wishes could last twenty-one months.
As he watches the clear light yellow liquid disappear inside Taemin’s mouth, Kibum drinks all the contents in his glass and crashes his lips on Taemin’s, champagne dripping down their chins.
“Champagne tastes better from your mouth, Taem.”
They kiss thirstily, Kibum tugging harshly at Taemin’s hair to tilt his head back and chase the champagne that is now dripping down the boy’s neck.
“Hyung, you might have forgotten that I’m wearing hair extensions.”
“So what? These will be removed tomorrow before you go to Blow and have your head shaved.”
“Euisoo will ask about it. And maybe our barber will, too.”
“Tell them it got pulled out while you were getting the best fuck of your life.”
“Is that a promise, hyung?”
“You’ll see for yourself.”
Kibum pulls Taemin with him to the island table which he had cleared earlier and bends him over the edge.
“Hyung, the windows. Two sides of the living room are actually all glass.”
“It’s broad daylight, honey. All they’ll see is the blinding glare of the sun on the glass. Unless I press you against the glass window while I fuck you standing up. But I don’t want anyone else seeing you naked, so let’s just enjoy this liberation of some sorts.”
Kibum licks a stripe on the side of Taemin’s neck, his tongue ending up in Taemin’s mouth when the latter meets him with a hungry kiss. Taemin breaks their kiss to moan after Kibum grinds his crotch against Taemin’s butt.
“Hyung, we can’t do this right now. I have to get ready for my stage.”
Kibum curses under his breath and pulls Taemin up so he can hug him from behind. He kisses his cheek.
“I’ll wait for you.”
“You mean here?” Taemin asks. Kibum actually meant he’d wait until Taemin gets back from military service, but in his cowardice he nods. “Great! You can rest in my room, hyung. Kkoongie just might sleep beside you. Let’s finish the bottle of champagne when I get back.”
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Kibum is lounging on Taemin’s infamous gray couch when the boy returns hours later. He opens his mouth to utter something along the lines of you’re back or how did it go, but there was something about Taemin’s hurried stride towards him and the smoldering look in his eyes that paralyze Kibum in place when he stood.
No words were exchanged. Their ragged breaths connect as they crash on each other in a heated kiss.
Kibum is still in his white shirt but traded his jeans for one of Taemin’s pajama bottoms, which is thin enough for his crotch to rub pleasurably against Taemin’s. Taemin is still wearing his stage outfit—the Supreme set—so his white sweatpants enhance his growing bulge.
As expected of a hungry kiss, they run out of breath and pull away for a bit.
“When I saw this outfit on you in the music video, I burned with jealousy. I knew the whole world would gawk at you.”
Kibum was holding onto Taemin possessively, running his hands where the white cotton fabric covers Taemin and finally palming him. Taemin’s head drops back, and Kibum uses this as an opportunity to latch his mouth on the latter’s throat while yanking on the boy’s hair to expose more of his neck.
“Maybe I should wear more outfits like this.”
“You like me jealous, don’t you?”
“It assures me that you’re mad about me.”
“I’ll show you madness.”
Kibum sits on the couch and pulls Taemin in by the waist, looking up with a smirk.
“Off with the hoodie now, boy.”
Taemin does as he’s told, looking down at Kibum, who’s clawing at his bulge.
“This was visible in the MV, you know. You tease.”
“Don’t you like me teasing everyone like that?”
“I do, but only I get to touch, understood?”
“Yes, Kibummie-hyung,” Taemin utters in sing-songy fashion.
Kibum kisses around Taemin’s stomach and teases the boy’s navel with the tip of his tongue. He pulls Taemin down to straddle him and moves back a little so he can admire Taemin in a sports bra.
“This thing will look funny on any other man, but damn it’s perfect on you. Let’s leave it on you for a while.”
Taemin chuckles and adjusts his position so Kibum can pull his sweatpants off him. He suddenly feels shy wearing just sports bra and briefs.
“Hyung, you’re still fully clothed.” He pouts while grinding on Kibum’s lap.
“Shit. Steady, baby. If my clothes come off now, we’ll be down to business and it’ll be over fast.”
“So what? You’re spending the night here, right? Right?”
“But I have to reshoot the interview tomorrow.”
“You can do it here after I leave in the morning. Just send the crew back. If you’re worried they’ll get ideas, tell them we finished the whole bottle and you crashed out of exhaustion after. Please, hyung?” Taemin grinds faster and harder.
“Okay, okay. Wait. Stop. You’re gonna make me cum. I’ll just tell the crew we had an early morning group schedule and I came back here because Euisoo took my car because I drank.”
“That sounds confusing. Ah!” Taemin gasps as Kibum circles his thumb around Taemin’s nipple beneath the bra.
“I’ll just come up with whatever excuse. Can we fuck here?”
“Hyung, on my couch?l”
“You ride me and I’ll come inside you, then you can come inside my mouth. No spilling on your beloved couch.”
Kibum rolls up Taemin’s bra so he can take each of Taemin’s nipples inside his mouth. Seeing Taemin’s buds gleaming with his saliva turns Kibum on like no other. He tugs off his own shirt to give Taemin access to his own nipples. He knows very well that his boy likes to reciprocate.
As much as Kibum loves the sight of Taemin in underwear coordinates, naked Taemin is incomparable.
“Babe, off with the costume now, please? They’ve served their purpose. I’m hard and leaking.”
Taemin gets on his feet but pulls Kibum’s pajamas off before stripping his underwear. Pleased to see that his hyung is telling the truth, he removes his bra and shimmies out of his briefs, proud to reveal that he himself is rock hard.
Kibum runs to the bedroom and returns with a tube of lube, which he hurriedly squeezes onto his palm. He sits down while stroking his cock and motions for Taemin to straddle him so he can prepare the boy for penetration.
They start fucking before Taemin is loose enough to take in Kibum’s cock with ease; he is too eager and willing to feel the burning stretch. When Kibum stills his movement out of concern, it is Taemin who pumps himself on Kibum hard and fast.
“Taem… I won’t last long.”
“We have all night, hyung. You can fill me up now.” Taemin backs his words by moving his hips in circles.
“Fuck, I love you.” Kibum comes and grips Taemin’s waist harder to control the rotation, to slow it down a little before the sensitivity spikes. “I love you riding me.”
Taemin’s eyebrow quirks at the clarification, so Kibum acts quickly. He gently lifts Taemin until his cock is completed dislodged. While his release is still oozing out of Taemin’s hole, he thrusts three fingers inside, enjoying the easy slide and the obscene wet sounds, and takes Taemin’s cock inside his mouth. Taemin is practically screaming at this point, his dick twitching and expanding further. Kibum knows Taemin’s orgasm is going to hit him hard any moment now, so he works his hand and mouth in cadence. Kibum leans his head on the couch when Taemin rest his hands on the backrest and starts fucking his mouth. He continues fucking Taemin too with his fingers, awaiting the inevitable release. Taemin comes with a long moan, slowing down in his thrusts and then finally stilling. He pulls out and Kibum swallows every drop of Taemin in his mouth.
“God, hyung, you’re the best.”
“I am, right?” So don’t you dare turn to someone else.
-
Kibum is thankful that Taemin is so exhausted that he passes out right after their second round on the bed. He dreads the after-sex conversation. Although it is something they usually get into after their trysts, Kibum cannot deny that most of those talks have painful and sentimental undertones. He cannot do that now, not when Taemin will only be in his arms until morning.
Taemin’s head is nestled under his arms. Kibum raises his head a bit to sniff his own armpit, suddenly feeling self-conscious. To his relief, it still smells of his powder scent deodorant, in spite of their strenuous activity earlier that left him sweaty.
He stares at Taemin, who almost looks like an angel as he sleeps. Almost—because the smudged smoky eye makeup is making him look haunting… too arousing to be referred to as angelic.
Kibum suddenly feels a sickening stir in his stomach as he thinks of the soldiers in the barracks that would sneakily watch Taemin as he sleeps. He sighs. He knows there’s nothing that can be done about people wanting to behold Taemin’s beauty.
He cannot discount the possibility that military enlistment might change Taemin. What if he meets and falls for someone else? Their relationship as SHINee is permanent, so if Taemin doesn’t want them to be lovers anymore, Kibum will just have to accept it and watch that part of Taemin’s life unfold without him. But can he really live with that? He thinks of a cat desperately clawing at a crevice in a high brick wall, bleeding where nail is attached to the skin but keeps clutching so it won’t fall.
But Taemin has always been affectionate & attentive to Kibum, never flaky like him. Why is he enduring the agony of holding on to his wall when letting go won’t be painful because Taemin’s love will cushion his fall? Kibum massages his temples with one hand; he is so confused. What he is certain about is that Taemin is the better man because he is sure of himself & he knows what he wants. WIll Taemin still want me when he returns? Will it be fair to impose this expectation on him?
Kibum runs his fingers through Taemin’s hair, gasping quietly when he sees that some of the extensions are coming off. He must have pulled on it too hard. He traces Taemin’s scarce eyebrows. How can he deal with Taemin being intangible to him for a long time?
“Maybe it’ll be my turn to ask Euisoo a favor the way you did Gongsik. He probably hastened the wedding so he could retire and move to Busan with his wife. We gave him such a hard time. But he was so good to us. I can tell Euisoo cares just as much. We’re lucky with our managers, aren’t we? I’ll surprise you, too. You'll see. I just have to think of a place. It should be nicer than the cabin you rented out, or else you’ll gloat over it all day.”
Kibum retracts his hand when Taemin suddenly stirs. “I won’t do that, hyung.”
“Yah, why were you pretending to be asleep?”
“I was asleep, hyung. You woke me up with all your touching and talking. Are you really planning to kidnap me from the military for one day? Do you actually have the guts to plan this with Euisoo? Like actually ask him to cover for us while we bang for one whole day?”
“Well, when you put it like that—”
Taemin sighs. “All bark and no bite. What’s new?”
“Taemin, that’s not--”
“You know what? Even if you hurt me, I could never hate you. Because you have made this journey easy for me, hyung.”
“What do you mean?”
“Everything we’ve been told as teenagers early on in the business— when hormones hit us or if we fall for someone, we’ll never know for sure what the outcome will be. A single mistake or encounter with the wrong person could ruin all that we’ve worked hard for.”
“And?”
“I never had to take any risk for anyone. Never even tempted to. Because I found the one I want within our small, safe sphere. My life’s work, my name… I managed to protect it. Everyone believes my passion is only reserved for work. They don’t know I get my fill from our own little world. So I have you to thank for that, hyung.”
“Taemin, it’s just… this time… or the timing of this is… it’s—”
“Hyung. Stop. Don’t give yourself a hard time. It’s okay. We don’t need to do the hot and cold thing anymore. Not for a while, since I’m going away. Maybe not ever, if I could unlearn some things while I’m gone.”
“What do you mean?”
“You are my addiction, hyung. And it isn’t healthy. How many times have we gone around in circles, having these conversations? The waiting game was agonizing when you were serving in the army. I don’t want a repeat of that. Since I’m the one going away this time, it’s my chance to help myself. Really help myself. I’ll think of the army as some sort of a rehab. I’m still young. I should be able to quit you, right?”
All right, no more drama. I'll keep this short. I will wait until you return. No fooling around with anyone else. I'll be alone like you are. And we'll never be alone again when you come home. I’m sorry I’ve made this hard for us both, but I’ve realized now that it’s just easy. Because I actually love you.
Kibum doesn’t know why these words in his head wouldn’t come out of his mouth.
“We still have a few hours, hyung. Let’s just go to sleep.”
It’s a command that shockingly makes Kibum instantly drowsy. It's not that he's suddenly turning submissive to Taemin; perhaps he just feels like he ran with the thoughts that raced to his head and now he’s utterly exhausted.
He succumbs to sleep. It was long and deeep and the kind that rejuvenates. But Kibum would regret this later... because when he wakes up, Taemin is gone.
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Oh, it’s the best thing that you’ve ever had
The best thing that you’ve ever, ever had
It’s the best thing that you’ve ever had
The best thing you have had has gone away
“High and Dry” (Radiohead)