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#ADORABLE; key/kibum

3945 words, PG, 2kibum ft. ot5

part 1

“what?” jonghyun asks, reaching out across the gap between their beds to poke key with his foot.

“what?” key looks up from their phone, blinking at jonghyun in confusion.

“what do you mean ‘what’?” jonghyun rolls his eyes. “you were just grinning at your phone, it must be something?”

“oh,” key bites their lip, cursing their inability to hide their emotions and jonghyun’s ability to read them like a book. they hadn’t even realised they were smiling. “it’s nothing.”

“oh, come on kibum,” jonghyun snorts, jabbing key’s leg again with his foot. “it’s obviously something.”

“what’s going on?” minho asks, bustling into the room and looking between the two of them, eyes narrowed in suspicion. key groans: now that minho’s involved there’s no way they’re getting out of this. all they’d wanted was to chill after a long day of tour rehearsals, they don’t need this shit right now.

“kibummie’s got a crush,” jonghyun says simply, looking pointedly at key.

“oooh!” minho gasps, clapping his hands together in glee and sitting down at the foot of key’s bed. “who is it?”

“fuck off,” key whines, slapping minho’s hands away as he tries to grab their phone. “I don’t have a crush.”

“they were deadass blushing at their phone just now,” jonghyun fake gags. “like a fucking high-schooler.”

“it’s a crush, kibum,” minho deadpans. “come on, just tell us who it is. you know we’re gonna find out eventually anyway.”

“I hate you,” key pouts. “fine, it’s someone I met at that gucci launch party I went to the other week. his name’s kibum.”

“you’re dating someone called kibum,” minho states, scoffing incredulously.

“we’re not dating, jesus fucking christ minho,” key throws their hands up in exasperation.

“alright alright, I’m sorry,” minho pats key’s leg. “tell us about him then?”

“okay, um,” key picks at a loose thread at the hem of their sweater. “he’s a model and he’s really tall and handsome and he’s like, really, really similar to me and we hit off really well at the party and we’ve been texting non-stop and I’m like, lowkey in love with him already.”

“I knew it,” jonghyun mutters. “what is it with you and models?”

“it’s not my fault they’re hot,” key huffs, crossing their arms.

“sounds great,” minho grins. “how old is he?”

“shit, I haven’t asked yet,” key picks up their phone, smiling at kibum’s reply to their previous message before typing out the question.

“what the fuck,” they say once the answer comes, dropping their phone and running a hand through their hair.

“what?” jonghyun and minho both lean forward in unison.

“he’s twenty,” key closes their eyes. “’95 line. holy shit, he’s practically a child.”

“he’s literally not a child, kibum,” minho shakes his head. “four years is nothing.”

“four years is everything!” key exclaims. “I wouldn’t wanna date twenty year-old me, jesus. I was awful at twenty.”

“he’s not you though, is he,” minho’s got his Mr. Reasonable voice on.

“you’ve said you’d date someone five years younger than you before,” jonghyun points out.

“when did I say that?” key squints at him.

“in like, every interview ever,” jonghyun shrugs.

“oh yeah, right, and tae said they’d date fucking emma watson,” key snorts.

“the point is,” minho shifts up the bed to sit closer to key. “you get on really well with him regardless of his age, so what should it matter?”

“I guess,” key sighs. “but what if he doesn’t wanna date me because I’m old?”

“then he’s probably not worth your time,” minho says, resting a reassuring hand on key’s knee.

key sighs, picking up their phone and replying to kibum’s message, whining about their age difference. when his reply comes, it’s just a message saying ‘I don’t mind’ followed by a row of heart emojis. key squeaks, blushing and rolling over to bury their face in the bedding.

“holy shit,” jonghyun whispers. “this is bad.”

“this is fantastic,” minho grins.

**

they continue to text back and forth at every available opportunity and key finds themself feeling happier and more content than they have done in a long time. their good mood is contagious - not even the strain of hours of overseas concert rehearsals dampening the high spirits among the five of them. they laugh their way through one final round of practicing, collapsing breathlessly as they complete the last song, shouting thanks and congratulations to each other and the staff.

the next day, they finally head back to korea and key pulls out their phone as soon as they get into the terminal, sending kibum a text asking if they can phone him. he replies quickly and simply, just a ‘yes’ and a little smiley emoji.

“hello?” kibum mumbles when he answers, sounding a little shy and uncertain.

“hey,” key smiles, waving to the crowds of fans waiting in the main section of the airport. “we just landed, are you busy right now?”

“uh, no, I’m free for the rest of the day,” kibum replies and key gulps: this is their first time hearing kibum’s voice since they met and they’d forgotten quite how deep and rich the tone of it was.

“okay, do you, um,” key falters, surprised at how nervous they are. “do you want to come over?”

“oh, yeah, sure,” kibum sounds just as nervous. “if that’s okay? you must be tired.”

“of course it is,” key’s smile widens. “um, but I have to pick up my puppies first, do you want to meet me there?”

“okay,” kibum agrees easily.

“I’ll text you the address,” key says. “it’s not that far from you.”

“awesome,” key can hear the smile in kibum’s voice. “see you in a bit then.”

“yeah, see you,” key grins as they hang up. they cover their face with their hand as they pass the crowds of fans greeting them, well aware that they’re probably blushing: like a high-schooler, as jonghyun would say.

“I’m so glad you’re happy,” jinki says softly, appearing at key’s side and squeezing their arm gently. key smiles gratefully at him: they’re always appreciative of jinki’s quiet support.

they make their way quickly through the airport, clambering into the van and dropping jonghyun and tae off at their parents’ houses and then key at their apartment before disappearing off towards the dorm with jinki and minho. the two wish key good luck as they get out, minho flashing some obscene hand gestures at them as they close the door.

they head straight for the car park of their building, muttering to themself as they wander round in search of their car, wondering how it is that they manage to lose it every single time. they finally find it after a few minutes, slinging their suitcase into the boot before getting in and starting the engine. it only takes a few minutes to drive to the puppy centre and soon they’re standing outside, shifting their weight anxiously from foot to foot while they wait for kibum. they check their phone: not sure if he should text him to ask where he is or not, but just as they’re typing out a text, kibum appears around the corner, face lighting up as he spots key.

“hey!” they call once he gets closer, taking in kibum’s appearance. his outfit is simple: light wash skinny jeans and a loose navy sweater, but the clothes fit him so well that he looks gorgeous and key can’t help but envy his figure.

“hi,” kibum sounds a little breathless. “you look great, wow.”

“I was just thinking the same of you,” key bites their lip as they look up at kibum. his voice sounds even deeper in person and it's really fucking attractive.

“thanks,” kibum blushes, fiddling awkwardly with one of his rings. “how was your flight?”

“it was fine,” key shrugs, leading the way into the building. “it’s just routine now, really.”

“I don’t know how you do it,” kibum shakes his head with a grimace. “I hate flying.”

“I used to,” key smiles sympathetically.

“when you were my age?” kibum teases.

“shut up,” key shoots a look over their shoulder. “I’m not that old.”

“I know, I’m kidding,” kibum chuckles his bubbly laugh. they walk through the reception area, bowing politely to the girl behind the desk.

“I just recently started using this place,” key tells kibum as they emerge into a bright room, dog toys and accessories stacked neatly on every surface. dogs are dotted here and there around the room, some playing around with each other, others napping in trainers’ laps. “the one I used before was a nightmare, the dogs really hated it.”

“did they treat them badly?” kibum asks, bending to pet a dog that comes up to sniff curiously at his leg.

“I dunno, it just didn’t seem like a nice atmosphere,” key shrugs. “the people here are so nice and the dogs are much more relaxed.”

“that’s great,” kibum smiles, straightening up again as the dog trots away. “so which ones are yours?”

“they usually come over as soon as I arrive,” key pouts. “they’re probably outside.”

they cross the room, stepping carefully over the excited pups and out into the little garden area at the back of the building. key’s dogs spot them immediately, dropping the toy they’re fighting over and bounding towards them, yipping happily and jumping up to paw at key’s legs.

“hey guys,” key laughs, squatting and scooping them both up in their arms, pressing kisses to their fluffy heads. “I missed you so much.”

kibum hovers next to them, tentatively reaching out to stroke comme des’ back, smiling fondly as key fusses over the dogs, muttering to them in gibberish and nuzzling their face into their fur.

“this is kibum,” key turns so the dogs are facing kibum. “say hi!”

“hello,” kibum giggles into his hand, letting the dogs sniff him out.

“this is comme des and this is garçons,” key kisses each of them in turn. “I think they like you.”

“I’m glad,” kibum is grinning from ear to ear. they smile at each other for a moment: key getting caught up in how cute he is with the way his smile lights up his whole face, his mouth curving cutely and his eyes scrunching up.

“uh, I should go sign them out,” key clears their throat when the pups squirm in their arms, bringing them back to earth.

“okay,” kibum says, still smiling.

they sign the pups out, the owner appearing just as they’re about to leave and making key pose for a photo, bragging about how she’s just opened a new instagram account. they bow formally, eventually managing to leave with the dogs.

key drives back to their place, leaving kibum in charge of making sure the dogs don’t jump through into the front of the car. they’re well trained, but comme des’ curiosity often gets the better of him and key doesn’t want to risk anything. they glance over at kibum, doing a double take when they catch him staring at them.

“what?” they ask, looking back at the road, feeling heat rising in their face at kibum’s scrutiny.

“nothing,” kibum says, turning away and bringing a hand up to cover his mouth.

“tell me,” key whines, reaching out to slap kibum’s arm playfully.

“no it’s just,” kibum mumbles, voice shy and quiet. “you look really hot when you’re driving.”

“is that a kink?” key raises one eyebrow at him.

“fuck off,” kibum buries his face in his hands, making little embarrassed noises.

“you’re so cute,” key coos, turning off into the car park for their building.

they park, key giving the dogs to kibum and heaving their bags out of the car. they head for the lift and make their way up to key’s apartment, the dogs skittering excitedly across the tarmac, just as eager to get home as key is.

“this is me,” key dumps their bags outside their door and pulls their keys out of their pocket. “I hope it’s not too messy.”

“it’s fine,” kibum assures them. “it can’t be worse than my place.”

key lugs their bags into the apartment, letting the dogs off their leashes and stepping out of their shoes. kibum follows suit, hovering awkwardly beside key.

“do you want a drink or anything?” key offers, leading him into the apartment.

“I’m alright thanks,” kibum declines and key laughs: he’s practically radiating nervousness.

“let me just change,” key says, tugging their bags down the corridor towards their room. “make yourself at home, play with the dogs or something.”

they watch as kibum nods, perching on the edge of the sofa and picking up a toy to wave in front of garçons’ nose. they smile, closing their bedroom door behind them. they leave their suitcase by the wardrobe to unpack later, dumping their bag on the bed and shrugging off their jacket, carefully hanging up their clothes. they pull on some sweats and a t-shirt in the hopes that dressing down will make kibum feel a little more comfortable.

they head back out into the living room, slumping down onto the sofa next to kibum and slinging an arm over their face. garçons hops up onto the sofa and settles down next to key, head resting on their hip.

“I’m so fucking tired,” they groan. “constantly going back and forth to japan is so draining.”

“I can leave if you want to sleep or something?” kibum asks, shifting so he’s facing key at the other end of the sofa. key peeks out from under their arm: kibum’s eyebrows are furrowed in a concerned little frown, his lips pushed out in a pout, and he looks fucking adorable.

“no, I wanted to see you,” key reassures him. “I wouldn’t have invited you if I didn’t want you here.”

“okay,” kibum pouts even more and key kind of really wants to kiss him.

“do you want to watch a film?” key asks, shaking the thought out of their head. “and then we can get something to eat later, if you want.”

“yeah, okay,” kibum nods.

“you can pick,” key points at their dvd collection in the cabinet under their television. “or we can look for one online if you don’t fancy any of those.”

kibum slides off the sofa, crawling forwards and lying on his stomach to inspect the collection of dvds. comme des sees it as an opportunity: trotting over and sitting on kibum’s butt with what looks like a triumphant expression. they both crack up, key quickly taking a photo before kibum can object.

“you sure like disney, huh?” kibum comments once he catches his breath.

“yeah,” key hums. they have all their favourites on dvd, plus a bunch of others that were either impulse purchases or gifts from people. “it’s kind of a thing.”

“a thing?” kibum asks, rolling over to look at key, careful not to squish comme des as he hops off his butt.

“an interest,” key shrugs. “I guess you could call it an obsession.”

“hm,” kibum nods. “obsession kinda makes it sound like a bad thing.”

“yeah,” key agrees. “I’m kind of an obsessive person, but I don’t think it’s a bad thing for the most part.”

“what other ‘obsessions’ do you have?” kibum sits up, doing air quotes with his hands around the word obsessions. key smiles, suddenly feeling a wave of admiration and appreciation for the way kibum understands them.

“I collect a lot of things,” they admit. “at the moment it’s mostly scented candles and a few other things. and whenever I start a new project or get a new interest I get like, obsessed with it and I can’t really think about anything else.”

“yeah,” kibum hums. “I kinda picked up on that from just talking to you.”

“mm,” key smiles. “people say I’m a perfectionist but I feel like that word kind of has negative connotations as well.”

“that’s true,” kibum nods thoughtfully before turning to look at the dvds again.

“I haven’t seen this,” he eventually pulls out ‘maleficent’. “is it good?”

“that’s one of my favourites,” key nods.

“okay, let’s watch this one then,” kibum clicks open the case, carefully getting the disc out and prodding at the buttons on the dvd player until the drawer pops out. once he’s set it up, he scrambles back to sit on the sofa next to key, a little closer this time.

key gets comfy as the film starts, propping their feet up on the coffee table in front of the sofa. they’ve seen this film so many times they can practically quote the entire thing: muttering lines of dialogue to themself along with the characters.

they startle when their phone vibrates in their pocket, suddenly realising they must have been asleep. the sun is starting to set, casting a reddish light across the wooden floor.

“shit,” they rub their eyes. “I fell asleep.”

“I noticed,” kibum smiles. “it’s okay, you need the rest.”

key hums, squinting at their phone. it’s a text from minho: ‘are you two making out yet?’ with a bunch of smirking emojis. they scoff, replying with a middle finger emoji, switching their phone to silent and putting it out of reach.

“what is it?” kibum asks curiously.

“nothing, just my group mates being annoying,” key shakes their head. kibum raises an eyebrow but doesn’t press it, focusing back on the film. key looks at the tv: frowning when they see it’s nearing the final scenes – they slept through almost the entire thing.

when the film ends, they look over at kibum to judge his reaction. his eyes are wide, mouth slightly open.

“holy shit,” he says, turning to look at key. “that was amazing.”

“I know,” key smiles. “there’s a reason it’s one of my favourites.”

“the way they referenced everything to sleeping beauty,” kibum looks stunned. “like, it makes you think twice about villains and stuff.”

“yeah,” key nods, gazing at kibum, heart swelling at his reaction. they discuss the film for a while, key getting a little carried away once they start monologuing, kibum listening intently and adding his thoughts here and there.

“did you wanna get food?” key asks when kibum’s stomach grumbles quietly. “I was thinking pizza.”

“yeah, I’m pretty hungry actually,” kibum admits. “pizza sounds good.”

they order pizzas, key clearing a space at their table by the window overlooking the city. they sit quietly, eating with their hands while the dogs curl up at their feet.

“this is such a nice view,” kibum comments, waving a hand at the window. it’s dark now, but the bright city sends a dim cloud of light up into the sky.

“yeah, I love it,” key looks out, watching the flow of traffic. “I sit here a lot; it makes me feel really peaceful.”

“how long have you lived here?” kibum asks, leaning over to pick out another slice of pizza from the box between them.

“I moved in just over a year ago,” key tells him.

“don’t you get lonely?” kibum asks.

“yeah, I do a lot,” key admits. “it’s nice sometimes I guess, but I’m not really used to being on my own especially after living with the others for like ten years.”

“mm,” kibum hums.

“who do you live with?” key asks.

“I have a dorm with some other models from our company,” kibum tells them. “the conditions aren’t bad, especially compared to what I’ve heard of some idol groups.”

“yeah,” key smiles. “we used to live in a one-room dorm, all five of us.”

“holy shit,” kibum’s eyes widen. “what was that like?”

“it wasn’t actually that bad,” key shrugs. “I mean we fought a lot over like, bathroom time and stuff, and tae is the messiest fucking person on the planet, but it was mostly okay. I’ve heard of worse.”

“makes you wonder,” kibum chews slowly.

“what do you mean?” key tilts their head inquisitively.

“like, all these kids just wanna be idols,” kibum frowns. “all the training and work and shitty conditions, do you think it’s worth it?”

“for me, definitely,” key nods. “there’s nothing else I’d rather be doing right now. I knew I wanted to be a performer since I was like, two years old, I don’t think anything could have kept me away.”

“I guess,” kibum nods. “I mean I don’t know what it’s like so I can’t really comment.”

“yeah,” key shrugs. “obviously I was lucky enough to be successful so I can’t speak for others who weren’t so lucky.”

“I don’t think it’s all down to luck,” kibum smiles shyly. “I’ve seen you performing, that’s not luck.”

“you have?” key raises an eyebrow.

“yeah,” kibum bites his lip. “I might have looked up a few videos the day we met.”

“seriously?” key grins. “what did you watch?”

“just a couple of recent videos,” kibum’s blushing hard. “you’re really amazing.”

“thank you,” key says earnestly. “I actually tried looking you up but there’s like, literally nothing about you online.”

“yeah, our company is a bit funny about that,” kibum purses his lips. “I don’t have any photos on me but I’ll send you some if I can.”

“I’ll hold you to that,” key winks, making kibum blush even more.

“I guess I should get going,” kibum sighs, checking the time on his phone. “it’s getting late.”

“yeah, it is,” key agrees, standing up and collecting all the pizza stuff from the table to carry into the kitchen. “do you have schedules tomorrow?”

“yeah I have a fitting and a bunch of meetings,” kibum fakes a yawn and key chuckles. “fun stuff. what about you?”

“I’ve got my play in the evening,” key says. “so I’m just rehearsing for that all day.”

“you’re in a play?” kibum asks, raising his eyebrows.

“yeah, it’s just a tiny thing,” key shrugs. “it’s really good fun though, you should come along some day.”

“I’d love to,” kibum nods eagerly. “I didn’t know you acted, wow.”

“I started in 2012,” key smiles at kibum’s enthusiasm. “I’ve only done musicals before, but the director of my last musical offered me a role in this play and it’s a film I really love so I wanted to take it.”

“cool,” kibum looks impressed. “you’re like, a really impressive person, I hope you’re aware of that.”

“I’m not really,” key pouts. “I just work really hard.”

“hm,” kibum narrows his eyes. “not everyone can do that, though.”

“do you want me to drop you home?” key offers, changing the subject.

“no it’s okay, I’ll get a taxi,” kibum shakes his head. “it’s fine, really.”

“if you’re sure,” key frowns.

“yeah, I don’t wanna put you out any more,” kibum shrugs. “I had a really nice time though, thank you.”

“I did too,” key grins. “I really like hanging out with you.”

“me too,” kibum’s smile spreads across his face. key walks kibum to the door, leaning against the wall and watching him slip his shoes on.

“I’ll see you soon then,” kibum asks hesitantly, hovering in the doorway.

“yeah,” key laughs, covering their mouth with their hand. kibum bends to pat the dogs’ heads, saying bye to each of them in turn.

“bye kibum,” kibum grins when he straightens up again.

“bye, kibum,” key grins back, watching him walk down the corridor towards the lift, holding the dogs back with their foot. they close the door once kibum disappears, leaning back against the wall and smiling so wide it feels like their face might split in two.

they run through the apartment, diving onto the sofa and grabbing their phone, dialling minho’s number. they need to tell him all about this.

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