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Minho felt so incredibly lucky to have Kibum. They clashed more than anyone else in the beginning, but Minho wouldn’t have been Minho if he gave up a challenge. He was desperate to make Kibum like him, despite barely even tolerating Kibum himself. They were both too stubborn, too different, and too young to properly understand each other, but Minho refused to back down. The more Minho inserted himself into Kibum’s life, the more he managed to sneak past the walls Kibum had built around himself.

Now here he was, inserting the code to unlock their shared apartment, listening to the pitter-patter of puppy paws rushing to meet him at the entranceway. He slipped through the door, careful not to let either pup get past him into the hallway, and locked it behind him. As he took his shoes off, he spoke to the puppies circling his legs.

“Where’s daddy? Is he not home?”

Kibum was supposed to be home, but normally he would have said something by now if he had heard the door. Minho decided to pop his head into their bedroom first to see if Kibum was taking a nap, but their bed was untouched, no Kibum to be found. Maybe one of his schedules ran late, Minho thought as he made his way to the living room. However, as soon as he entered, he found the omega asleep on the couch. Based on his position, it was probably unintentional. He was mostly upright, but he had turned to sit sideways on the couch, legs folded under him, burying the side of his face into the back cushion. He must have gotten cold after he had fallen asleep as his hands were curled up by his chest. Minho melted at the sight of a sleeping Kibum trying his best to curl up into a ball, he just looked so adorable. That said, Kibum could do anything and Minho would find it adorable, partly because Kibum tended to wear Minho’s large shirts and hoodies whenever he was at home, and partly because Minho was just that whipped. However, as cute as Kibum looked curled up like that, dozing so early in the evening would mess up his sleep schedule. Minho moved to crouch in front of him, placing a hand on his thigh and shaking slightly.

“Bummie, you shouldn’t nap so late otherwise you won’t be able to sleep properly later.”

Kibum whined and pushed his face further into the cushion.

“Come on, we should have some dinner,” Minho said, reaching out to grab one of Kibum’s hands and placing a kiss on the back of it.

With his hand held hostage, Kibum had no choice but to shift to face Minho. Once facing him, Minho let go of Kibum’s hand and wrapped both arms around his middle, resting his temple against Kibum’s stomach. In response, Kibum wrapped his arms around Minho’s head and rested on top of it. Minho took a deep breath, soaking in the closeness he had missed all day. Kibum smelt like fresh gingersnap cookies and Minho wanted nothing more than to be as close to the source as possible. His hands snuck under the hem of Kibum’s shirt, pushing it up just enough to expose his stomach. As he pressed a kiss to the newly revealed skin, he heard Kibum mumble against the top of his head.

“What are you doing, you weirdo?”

“Mmm, I love you,” Minho hummed, pressing a few more kisses along his stomach.

“Yeah, I know, but why are you kissing my stomach?”

“Am I not allowed to kiss the man I love?”

“What if I said no?”

Minho nipped at the skin just below Kibum’s belly button, “Well that would be awfully homophobic of you.”

Kibum huffed out a laugh before pushing Minho away by his shoulders and leaning down to seal their lips together. The kiss was sweet, and Minho held back the urge to push further. After a few more kisses, the pain in Minho’s legs from crouching became too uncomfortable and he had to stand.

“Come on, let’s go make some dinner,” Minho said and held his hands out for Kibum to take.


Minho looked up from the pot he was stirring to take in the domestic sight of Kibum chopping vegetables. The sleeves of his (aka Minho’s) sweater were too big to simply push up, so instead they had rolled them up to his elbows to keep them out of the way. The neckline was large enough that it exposed most of Kibum’s shoulders, including - to Minho’s pleasure - his bite mark. The sweater only hung around the middle of his thighs, and yet Kibum looked like he was drowning in it. He longed to go over and wrap Kibum up in his arms, but he knew if he left the pot unattended it would probably bubble over, and then Kibum would be upset with him. He didn’t know why he felt needier than usual today, but even the mere metre and a half between him and his omega felt too far.

He tried to focus his attention back on cooking, but every once and a while he’d get a whiff of gingersnaps and the longing would return tenfold. By the time Kibum had finished chopping, Minho was ready to abandon dinner and whisk Kibum out of the kitchen. Kibum picked up the cutting board of chopped vegetables and joined Minho in front of the pot, slowly dumping them in as Minho continued to stir.

“Thanks, Min,” Kibum placed a quick kiss on his cheek before turning to walk away. Before Kibum got even two steps away, Minho wrapped an arm around his waist and pulled his back flush against his side.

“Yah, Minho, I’m holding a knife! Be careful,” Kibum nagged, but Minho simply reached around to take the knife and cutting board from Kibum’s hands. Once he placed them on the counter, he turned back to Kibum, wrapping him up in his arms, chest to back.

“We have to wait for the vegetables to soften, so just let me have this for now,” he pleaded, anticipating what Kibum would say about his forced break from cooking. Minho buried his face in the juncture of Kibum’s neck and shoulder and held him tight. Apparently too tight, as only a moment later, Kibum’s hands were on his arms trying to loosen his grip.

“Ow, what’s gotten into you?” Kibum’s harsh tone undercut with worry. Minho loosened his arms, but didn’t let go. He didn’t know what had gotten into him, all he knew was that he needed Kibum close. Kibum squirmed a little until he was able to turn and face Minho without leaving his embrace. His hands came up to cradle the alpha’s face, pushing it away from his neck so he could look him in the eye.

“Minho-ya, what’s wrong?” He asked, concern written all over his face.

“I don’t know, I just don’t want to be apart from you for even a second,” Minho whispered, caught in Kibum’s gaze, unable to look away. A confession stumbled out before he even realized what he was saying. “I love you so much, Bummie. I don’t know what I’d do without you. I feel so lucky to be able to wake up next to you in the morning, to have you cheering me on. You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me.”

He lifted a hand off Kibum’s hip to slide it up along his neck, tracing the bite mark he left there, before moving to cup Kibum’s cheek, wiping away a stray tear with his thumb. His eyes were sparkling with unshed tears, looking up at Minho like he was some sort of illusion, a trick of the light.

“Minho…” Kibum wrapped his arms around Minho’s head, pulling the alpha’s face back against his neck, tucking his own nose into Minho’s neck. “How do you get more sappy every year?”

“It’s not hard when I get to spend every year with you,” he mumbled, pressing his mouth against the faded mark.

“You’re not making me less worried, you know. You’re not normally this codependent,” Kibum fussed, running his fingers through the hair on the nape of Minho’s neck.

“I think I just missed you while you were busy with your solo album…”

“You think?”

Minho huffed out a laugh and continued, “I know you have your own life and your own career, and I would never take that away from you… but selfishly, I wish I could keep you by my side all the time.”

“You’re right, I’m not giving up my career,” Kibum paused. “But I’m also not normally as busy as I am now… Soon we’ll be back to our regular schedules and we can see each other more often, okay?”

Minho hummed, but didn’t move away from the embrace.

Kibum sighed, “We’re supposed to be making dinner, you know…”

Minho held him closer and Kibum relented, turning so Minho was clinging to his back like before.

“Fine, we’ll compromise,” he announced, adjusting to the added weight and continuing from where they had left off with dinner.

Once Kibum had finished preparing dinner, Minho separated from his back to help set the table. He attempted to pull Kibum onto his lap to eat but the omega just complained about needing his own space. He tried not to pout as they ate quietly, before depositing their dishes in the sink.

“You made dinner so I can do the dishes,” Minho offered. “Just… can you stay nearby?”

Kibum accepted the compromise, hopping up to sit on the counter next to the sink, humming one of their older songs. His legs brushed against Minho’s side occasionally, but other than that, contact was scarce. As he neared the end of the dishes, Kibum’s hand came out to brush Minho’s bangs back off his forehead, continuing to comb through his hair as he finished washing the last of the dishes, leaving them to drip-dry on the dishrack.

Minho dried his hands as Kibum slipped down off the counter and turned to face him, grabbing his damp hands and leading him out of the kitchen. When they reached the living room, Kibum let go of his hands in search of his phone. Minho watched as he fiddled around with it for a minute or so, before hearing a soft song begin to play from the small speaker on the tv stand. It was some English song Minho didn’t recognize and couldn’t understand, but Kibum seemed to like it. He watched Kibun walk over to the coffee table and place his phone down before turning around to face him. He reached his hand out, palm face up, a small smile present on his lips.

“Come here,” he invited, and that was all Minho needed to hear. Clasping their hands together, Minho pulled him close, slipping an arm around the small of his back and leading him in a slow dance around their living room. Minho wasn’t sure how many songs had played before Kibum’s playlist finally came to an end, but even as the music faded away, Minho didn’t let go. He spun Kibum twice before wrapping him up in his arms again and leaning into a dip. Kibum laughed at him, throwing a weak punch at his shoulder, but Minho didn’t pay it any mind. He leaned in and pressed their lips together, savouring the sensation of kissing the man he was so in love with. It felt like coming home.

He felt Kibum mumble something against his lips, his smile making it hard to continue kissing, but it didn’t stop either of them.

Thank you, for letting me love you.