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Lee Min Ki. Fine arts teacher.Painter. Guitarist.

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{Turbulence}

Unfortunately, Gain is definitely not the kind of girl who picks up on the latest techie gadgets, so when she’s presented with her phone, she has to take a good look before she even begins to try to input her contact. It takes a little while for her to figure out how to pull up the address book, and she is slow at typing, but eventually she gets it done and hands him back his device. “I could go for a coffee,” she says it with a laugh, amused at how easily he’d like to extend the evening.

After a nod of confirmation, she followed him on the walk back towards the front reception hall, and her attention perked back up at the mention of the artist from before. She watches with confusion and wariness as he takes out his wallet, not seeing the connection until he said it. Her fingers are immediately curled around his wrist as she snatches the card away to examine it more closely. The picture really was of his likeness, the height and description matching as well. “You–” she was momentarily speechless, lips parted and brows cinched.

“Then everything you said before. Those things are true?” Her mind was racing back to their conversation, trying to remember everything that had been exchanged between them. He probably didn’t mean to make her so, but she was embarrassed by what they discussed now. Love and troubled feelings; and all the assumptions she had voiced about “Ian Anderson" right in front of him. She could feel the heat on her cheeks as she fumbled for words and hastily drew back her hand and returned his ID. “You… made… beautiful work.”

Gain’s reaction is priceless and Minki thinks that it was definitely worth it to keep the mystery about himself until now. “Yes,” he replies, nodding once he has heard her question. He takes his ID when Gain returns it and puts it back into his wallet. “Thank you.” He couldn’t remember the last time someone had complimented him over one of his artwork. Then again, he wasn’t using his English name in Korea and not only that, he had also not expected to find one of his paintings presented in this exhibit.

They stop at the coat check and he hands out his ticket. It doesn’t take long before his jacket and his umbrella are returned to him. He thanks the employee and puts his jacket on. “I’m sorry for not telling you right away that I am the one who painted it, but I really wanted to hear what you had to say about it. It’s been years since I last had the chance to discuss my paintings with someone, so I really enjoyed our conversation earlier.”

He’s also glad that Gain agreed to go for a coffee with him. He opens the door for her when they reach the exit and he motions for her to go first before falling into steps behind her. It is still raining outside so he opens his umbrella. “I know a café not too far from here we can go to,” he tells her because he doesn’t really want to make her walk too much when Gain is wearing such expansive looking high-heel shoes.

”I painted ‘Turbulence’ when I was twenty-one years old,” he tells her as he start walking. “I was dating someone at the time and their parents were really against us being together so things were not always easy, but at the same time we loved each other and wanted to make everyone realize that we were not about to give up on our feelings.” There was still a touch of innocence back then.

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[...]

“maybe we should just lock them in a room and see what happens,” she suggests with a shrug of her shoulders. her fingers curled on the base of her glass, tracing the edges before she lifts it up to take a mouthful. jihae rarely spaced her drinking or ever cared to. if she was going to have alcohol, then she was going to have it; none of this watered down to stay sober plans. she swallows it down, grinning mischievously. “your rooms probably the better choice, i don’t want them having sex on my bed.”

”What makes you think that? Do you truly view me as such a gentleman?” he replies with an arch of his eyebrow. He wouldn’t be surprised if Jihae was to tell him that it’s not that he is a gentleman but rather that she would find a way to make him pay. Probably trick him or something which wouldn’t even surprise him since he’s known her for a while now. But this isn’t what is important tonight. As they ate, they talked about anything and everything, skipping from one subject to the other while teasing each other. It was peaceful and it certainly helped Minki relax.

”I did not! I have passed the age to start rumors, or spread them for that matter,” he replies before crossing his arms over his chest and exaggerating a shiver upon hearing Jihae calling him ‘oppa’. Minki still isn’t used to that whole oppa/hyung thing and while he tries hard to be respectful and everything, he does tell his friends to just drop the whole thing and to just call him by his name. So when they do use something other than his name, he pretends to be creeped out, acting as if that word is only used when someone needs something from him (which is not the case at all…usually). “Well, I have to agree with you on that one, but do they look like the kind of people who would do that? Maybe Gain….but I feel like Min is too vanilla.” If his friend was here right now, Minki would probably be dead, but thankfully, there’s only Jihae with him.

”What is this? High school?” He scoffs and takes a long sip from his glass of beer before setting it aside on the table and straightening up as he opens his pack of cigarettes and fishes one out, bringing it to his mouth and then lighting it up. He inhales and then slowly release the smoke, turning his head to the side so it doesn’t go in Jihae’s face. “And what makes you think I want them to have sex on my bed? Where would I sleep? Are you going to let me warm a side of your bed? Aww,” he coos teasingly, “did you want a cuddle partner so bad but were too shy to ask so that’s the only way you found?” He chuckles and takes another drag from his cigarette. “But seriously, you think that could work?”

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{Turbulence}

His descriptions dressed her head to toe, and she started to laugh. It was so not her style and she was 99.9% positive she would never be caught wearing such an outfit in public. “I don’t think that would suit me. Maybe someday.” She barely owned any of the items he had listed and she shook her head, amused, but doubtful at how sure he was.

“Sure. I’ll give you my phone number. You can text me the location,” Gain held her hand out, steady small palm waiting for his phone to fall into it so she could add her contact in. She gave Ian Anderson’s painting one last glance before feeling quite finished here at the gallery. “Is there anything else you’d like to see? I think I’m about ready to leave. What about you?”

He reaches into his back pocket for his phone and places it gently in the palm of her outstretched hand. He waits for her to enter her phone number and he takes a look at it after she returns his phone to him. He smiles and returns the device to his pocket. He catches her glancing in direction of his painting again and he tries to hold back a chuckle. “Not really. I am having more fun talking with you,” he admits honestly. “I just have to stop by the coat check to grab my stuff but would you like to go somewhere else afterward? Like, for coffee?” He feels like his invitation is so clumsy, but he’s hoping she’ll say yes anyway.

He starts heading in that direction anyway although waiting to make sure that Gain follows him and gets to walk at his side. “You know earlier when we were talking about that painting? And then I talked about the artist and you wanted to know if I knew him.” As he asks her that, he reaches into his pocket, this time to grab his wallet and he pulls a card out. It’s his driving license and he hands it over to Gain so she can see it. On it, it says Ian Anderson and there is his picture and his birth date etc. “That’s how I know him.”

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Raising his own cup against the other man’s, he joined in on the laughter. He shrugged, thinking back to a time where he was oh so young and oh so naive. “You gotta own it,” he agreed, sipping his latte. “I honestly think though,” he began, “That the director is going to make me cut my hair. But like I told him, it’s part of my aesthetic.”

Min smiled sheepishly as the other went on, that was the catch when it came to being in a band like HI-LITE. “Yeah…” he murmured, just now realizing on how much he was probably missing out on. London was a city, just as New York was. He wanted to breathe in the air (minus all the pollution) and live a little. “I can…” he began tentatively, the spark in the other’s eye catching fire to his own as he sat up straight. He figured Ian knew this city as well as anyone, and though innately he probably should be making plans to spend the rest of the night in a new city with a complete stranger, he was buzzed and wanted nothing more. “What did you have in mind?” he asked, his eyes trained on the other as he sipped the rest of his fruity drink.

”Well I think you’ve got the whole, owning it thing down to be honest.” He’s finally stopped laughing, but he reaches up to run the pad of his fingers over the corner of his eyes as he feels like tears escaped from laughing too much. “Oh? And what’s your aesthetic exactly? Angsty musician?” he teases and moves his hand to run his fingers through his own short hair. “I used to have long hair at some point. It was awful. It made me look like a dog.”

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He grins when Min tells him that he can go out and not necessarily return to his hotel right away. This was much excellent. “Wait here, finish your drink, I’ll be right back,” he says before standing up and walking over to the bar to tell the girl who had brought them their drinks to cancel his silent order for a new beer from before and then he asks for the tab. He takes his wallet out and pays for the drinks. He leaves a nice tip and then returns to the table.

”Alright,” he says as he sits back down, barely able to contain his excitement at this point. “You and I are going to have a nice tour of the city. But none of that touristy crap I promise, unless you really do want to see like…Big Ben or something …in which case I can take you there as well. It’s too bad I drank though because we can’t go with my motorcycle. But that’s okay, it will be fun anyway!”

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“i can’t believe you’re letting me talk when i’m supposed to be asleep. i’m a fucking patient right now.” he reaches to pull the sheet over his legs, shifting his weight slightly and adjusting himself into a more comfortable position. “i know, what a fucking demotion.” he grumbles, eyes fluttering shut when he feels minki’s lips on his forehead. “i feel fuckin’ ridiculous. you don’t gotta mom me like this just because you’re 11 years older.”

”Twelve,” he replies casually, as if adding a year was any better. “And I’m not momming you.” Or was he? Maybe in a sense he was. Tonight at least. Minho’s mother wasn’t around right now in Minki’s apartment to give her son some comfort, to tell him that things would be okay (even if she can’t know that) and to hug him and rock him in her arms (and let’s be honest, it would be strange as hell if she was here). So Minki was not trying to replace her, but to give Minho some comfort because despite everything he said and how he acted, Minho was still only nineteen and nineteen years old should not get slashed open like this, so Minki assumed that he could use some gentleness, hence the kiss to the boy’s forehead. “I’m just being a good host, trying to care for my injured, unexpected guest.”

As Minho makes himself comfortable in his bed, Minki goes to get a new pair of gloves and the things he will need to bandage the sutured wound. Once he has them, he gets to work and it doesn’t take long before Minho is all bandaged up nicely and Minki pulls back with a sigh, suddenly feeling very tired now that his adrenaline has dropped. He gathers everything he has used and starts cleaning up.

He glances back at the bed to make sure Minho is still okay, that he isn’t hit with a sudden wave of pain (although that would probably be normal given the circumstances). But Minho is still lounging in his bed. “I’ll go put that downstairs,” he announces as he lifts the bowl of water and all the stuff he had brought earlier, although he leaves the bottle of vodka on his nightstand on his way downstairs.

After dropping the items off in the bathroom, he returns to his bedroom and pulls his t-shirt over his head. He removes his pants as well and once he is in his boxers, he crawls into bed next to Minho and sighs again. “I swear to god,” he begins as he turns his head toward the boy, but he doesn’t finish his thought. Instead, he blindly searches for Minho’s hand and when he finds it, he holds it firmly, linking his fingers with Minho’s ones. It may be a bit silly, but he needs the touch, the reassurance it brings and this is more for himself than Minho, because Minki had actually been scared. If he was to lose someone again…And perhaps that’s what scares him the most. That he is getting attached to this kid who shows up uninvited, insults him, teases him, makes his heart race with every touch and every kiss. Minki thinks that he really is too old to go through this again.

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It should come as no surprise that the first thing Jihae and Minki decided to do together was to meet up for drinks at the bar/restaurant.They had been given a table outside and Minki had set his pack of cigarettes and his sunglasses on it before leaning back against his chair and picking up the menu to order something to eat as he was starving and there was no way in hell he was drinking on an empty stomach. “If you want something to eat too, I’ll pay for you,” he had told Jihae.

They had not spent the day together. The girls had decided to group together to bond and the guys had decided to do the same, so Minki had spent his day surrounded by a bunch of dudes, which was fine and all, but he thought the purpose of this whole MT was to get to know everyone. Well, there was always Saturday and Sunday for that. At least they had been allowed to spend the first evening however they wanted.

Food had been served rapidly along with bottles of soju and that’s how their evening had started. Now, a couple of bottles of Soju later and food cleared off his plate, Minki leaned back against the railing of the small terrace they were on. He was playing with his pack of cigarettes with his right hand and holding a glass of beer in the other.

”…okay, but listen. I have this theory that this whole rivalry between them is just a front. They probably pretend to hate each other to hide the fact that in reality, they just want to get in each other’s pants.” He brings his glass up and takes a sip. He’s been trying to drink relatively slowly, taking some glasses of water in between so he could continue drinking into the late hours.

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To staff members (for the event): Minki is available for plotting. Just know that he’s probably going to spend most of his time in water or drinking and being up to crazy shenanigans. Probably going to be the one telling all the crazy ghost stories too.

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‘i agree’ – that’s all jihae wants to hear from minki, pride and ego ballooning. she’d won.

when it came to the accusations of sexual harassment, jihae knew if he’d truly crossed a line, that she would not have done what he did. that her dress would be being covered by her jacket and the door she would be opening was his front one and not the one that leads to her standing with skin prickled at the cooler air. black lace leaving so little to the imagination and done so for the pure reason to distract minki from anything else she planned to do. men were easy to confuse with sleight of hand; too busy staring at the revealed skin of the sexily dressed helper and not at the magician performing the trick on them. or in jihae’s case, she was both.

the fabric of minki’s shirt falling away to the floor at the urge of her fingertips. her smirk bitten onto as she hummed coyly and dressed herself in false innocence. everything that had happened that night racing through her head, knowing that nothing truly joined together in a smooth line. her though process was a mess of confusion that she didn’t doubt left minki on edge. that was the fun part for jihae; keeping the people around her on their toes. their hearts in their throats. “you really should just relax and enjoy yourself, oppa.” her lips accentuating the tilt, letting it pop on the edge of her painted lips and peering at him past her lashes.

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“didn’t try playing hero. never did. ain’t really fit to be one.” he balances his weight carefully by one arm, shoulders still slumped as he leans in, fingers brushing against minki’s cheeks. “you’re the real hero though, stitchin’ me up tonight. super fuckin’ heroic. you deserve your own damn novel. wanna kiss from the damsel in distress?”

Minki thinks that Minho is talking like a man that has seen too many shitty things in his life and is just waiting for his death. He hopes Minho isn’t thinking about dying. He’s still so young…too young to be thinking about that. “Everyone has something they want to run away from, something they want to leave behind,” he starts to say and he’s not pretending to understand what Minho is going through because everything is still so vague, but he can speak from personal experience even if it’s different. “But sometimes, you just have to stop and face whatever it is you’ve been trying to avoid. And then you move on.” He doesn’t know if this advice can apply to Minho’s situation or not so other than that, he doesn’t say more.

Minki likes helping what he calls his ‘lost kids’ by just talking with them and making them see that there’s more to life than just money and power. You can be happy even without those things. You can be someone without those things. He likes listening to them more than anything. Sometimes he will offer a piece of wisdom pulled from his own experiences, but he doesn’t try to lecture them. Doesn’t try to tell them what they should or shouldn’t do. That’s what he is subconsciously doing with Minho even if the boy didn’t really ask for his help. Well, if you exclude the whole stitching part. He’s listening, or doing his best anyway and he’s trying to comfort him in his own clumsy way.

”Of course,” he says when Minho tells him it’s just drunk rambling. There are already so many secrets between them that they are keeping, what’s the harm in having one more? He’s about done stitching the wound when he feels Minho’s fingers against his cheeks and he looks up. He can see Minho’s exhaustion just by looking at his face. “So you don’t want to be called princess but you’re a damsel in distress now?” he teases, thinking about a past conversation they had. He looks back at the wound and finishes stitching it shut. Now he needs to bandage it. He cuts the thread and moves to stand up, removing his gloves as he does so. He’s going to need new ones anyway.

Instead of letting Minho give him a kiss, he’s the one who reaches out and gently brush some of Minho’s hair away from his forehead and then he leans over him to press a kiss to the exposed skin. He then gently ruffles Minho’s hair and pulls back. “I’m almost done…is there anything else you need? Food? Water? Sleep?” More kisses?, but he doesn’t ask that last one.

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— the world’s end / min&minki

[...] “You’re right,” Min agreed quietly, sipping at his fruity drink. He had figured Ian to be the kind of man who sat down with a cup of golden liquid, too bitter, too fiery to slip down Min’s own throat. As he was about to pipe up about his aspirations to be a wine mom, he got caught up in the other man’s question. “9 AM tomorrow morning,” Min replied, “The other guys said they were going to stay out all night and meet at the hotel in the morning, rather than taking the chance on an alarm. Trust me, being in a band that does live shows, an alarm is so easy to sleep through.”

It’s a good thing he had not just taken a sip of coffee otherwise it would have spilled out of his mouth. Instead, Minki laughs freely, throwing his head back and slapping his hand on his thigh. “Wow, congratulations,” he wheezes, teasing the other. “Let’s toast to finally moving on to adult drinks,” he continues to tease as he raises his mug of coffee, gently hits it against Min’s cup and and then takes a sip of coffee. “Seriously though, I like that, the fact you don’t give a shit about what people may think and by people I mean, men who clearly aren’t as comfortable with their sexuality as you are.”

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“You’re leaving London tomorrow? Dude, how long have you even been here? Did you just arrive today, did the show tonight and going away already? That’s nowhere near enough time to see all the cool things there are to see in this city.” He thinks about what Min has just said about his bandmates and how they were planning to stay up all night. “What about you? Are you planning to stay up all night too or are you starting to feel ready to head back to your hotel and pass out?” There is a reason as to why he is asking that of course, but he’s only to bring it up once he has the singer’s answer.

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