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"Tell me," Kibum says, swirling the soju in his cup, "about the first time you ever fantasized about me."
Minho looks completely stunned.
"Kibum…I…it was a long time ago."
"Even better," Kibum says.
"No like…a really long time ago." Minho insists.
"Now you're just taunting me, jagiya," Kibum sings with a smile.
"It's embarrassing!"
"Good!" Kibum says, dramatically, slapping the table. "Embarrass yourself. Shed your shame! You'll be fully free."
"Oh, you're drunk drunk," Minho says, chuckling. "Fine, you tell me, first. When did you first fantasize about me?"
"Huh!" Kibum says. "Making demands?"
"I want a fair fight," Minho says back.
Kibum laughs. Of course. Of course he does.
Kibum gives Minho a kind of "Oh yeah?" stare, and grabs a new bottle to refill his cup as he starts talking.
"May, 2012. Weekly Idol. You grabbed my chin and demanded I look at you."
Minho blinks.
"What? That???"
"It rewired my brain, Minho. I never stopped looking at you after that," Kibum says matter-of-factly.
"Way back then?"
Kibum rolls his eyes. "Now who's embarrassing themselves? Yes, honey. I was into you over a decade ago."
"So what was the fantasy?" Minho presses.
"Mm. I jerked myself off in the shower, imagining you manhandling me. I didn't really…" Kibum thinks. "Like in my head I tried to resist you but you'd pin me down and touch me. I imagined you using…" Kibum puts on that condescending, head-tilty smile, "You know. Objects on me. Demanding I…earn the real thing..."
"Holy shit," Minho says, face red.
"I hadn't even held a sex toy in real life. But I've always had an amazing imagination. Anyway. What about you?"
"Hm," Minho says, leaning back and attempting to cool down. "I'm not sure? Like, I remember my first fantasies of you but I don't remember a specific event that triggered it."
"Around when, then. Where do you remember being?"
"It was probably… 2012? Or 2013? When you started, uh…letting a little loose and dating guys kinda conspicuously."
"Is this about Hyeongseop?"
Minho rolls his eyes. "It's always about Hyeongseop."
"Stop it," Kibum warns lightly.
"You know he's doing BL dramas now?" Minho adds.
"Good for him," Kibum says, disinterested. He takes a long sip of his drink. "He was hot, but a bit too possessive. Don't worry about him. Come on, tell me what about that all got you hot for me."
Minho shakes his head. "So, when we had to field that rumor going around about a well-known idol getting caught in a romantic position in a hotel room with a model at fashion week..."
"Oh? Go on," Kibum says, grinning. Always a sucker for trashy dramas, his lips curl at the hint that jealousy might be involved in Minho's origin story.
"Yeah I… had generally felt kind of jealous of the guys who you were interested in before that? But at that moment it was like… 'Oh shit I could be DOING that. Not just theoretically.' I could be making out with him in a hotel room."
"Minho I can't believe you."
"I imagined I would be bunking with you at a hotel and you'd come in drunk and crash in my bed—"
"Like I used to when we were younger?" Kibum offers helpfully.
"Like you used to when we were younger. But instead of me resisting you going 'Ahh, Minho…Kibummie drank sooooo much!' I would just roll over and start kissing you."
"Aww, how sweet."
"I think I'd get as far as us rubbing on one another's thighs while we made out but…yeah. I definitely thought about it. And jerked off about it."
Kibum claps his hands once, happy and drunk and a little turned on. "Damn, it's a good thing we didn't think to fuck around at that age."
"YOU were fucking around!" Minho shouts.
"With each other, you dumbass," Kibum corrects.
"You know, it's probably good we got hot for each other," Minho offers. "If we hadn't, we probably would have resorted to murder."
"The only idols who were saved from scandal by their dicks."
"Ain't it the way," Minho says, making no sense.
So they drink. To being horny so long ago.
Then they fuck, of course. To being horny now.