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“Why the fuck are these so tight?” Minho thought as he shimmied into the skin tight jeans. They were so snug, as if they were another layer of skin. (well, time to expel them jean demons)
“This can’t be right.” Minho mumbled, trying to button the jeans. “Excuse me! Can I get some help, please?”
One of the stylist, a girl by the name of Amber, came around the barrier blocking Minho from the rest of the room. “Need any help?”
“Yeah, these things are so tight. Can you help me button them?”
“Sure no problem just...suck in your stomach for me?” (*deep gasp* are you calling him fat???)
Minho did as told, sucking in his stomach as far as possible to accommodate the pants. Amber pulled the buttons together, struggling, but eventually buttoning and zipping the jeans closed. “I don’t know why Kibum makes these tight ass clothes.” She mumbled under her breathe. (mhm how dat boi go walk?)
“Kibum?” Minho spoke, voice laced with confusion.
“Mhm, he’s the guy who designed these circulation cutters. You probably know him by Mr.Kim. Don’t call him Kibum though, unless you want to be fired” (challenge accepted, foolz)
Yeah, that sounded more familiar, Mr.Kim. Minho nodded as Amber led him to the makeup chair so they could get him all dolled up. (lookin all dolled up, i got the voodoo for you bitches -drake way back when)
As soon as he sat down a young man doing his hair, Heechul, began chattering away. “Did you guys hear? Mr.Kim is going to watch the photoshoot today.” (OOOOOO HEECHUL BOIII)
That got the small atmosphere buzzing with excitement. What? Did this guy never come down here or something? (he hidin cos he don't wanna be there when yall tight ass clothes pop off)
“Hey Choi!” Another model hollered from across the room.” Better not fuck up in front of Mr.Kim! Wouldn’t want to get fired on the first day would you?” he laughed. (HAHA...stop scarin dat boi)
Who the fuck is that guy?
“Don’t worry about Woo-Bin, he’s only a model cause he fucks the director of the board's daughter.” Heechul whispered in his ear. (OOOO HE A HOE!)
With his hair and makeup finished, Minho went to wait for the rest of the models to finish. He noticed a man who wasn’t there before. Well, he wasn’t hard to notice, his aura just screamed ‘I AM IMPORTANT’. Not to mention he was drop dead fucking gorgeous, outshining any of the models there, even if his clothing was simple.
His silver hair was primped to perfection and the black kohl surrounding his eyes made them look even sharper than they already were. He was a fucking god.
Minho was staring, he knew he was, but he couldn’t keep his eyes off of the man. (CREEEEEEEEEEEEEEP)
“Choi! You’re up!”
Minho broke his gaze and looked over to the set. It was his turn to do his solo shoot for the collection. He was nervous, this was his first shoot with a new company and he didn’t want to fuck it up.
“Good Luck!” Amber and Heechul waved at him from the side.They were the only friends he had made there so far.
“Alright Minho, I’m gonna need you to lay on the couch, left side, right leg bent, head in hand, look left.” (“hmm..i don't know about that. How about a simple smile, fam.” -What Minho should have said)
Okay, that was easy enough. Not a hard pose. He made his way to the couch, laying out and stretching his legs. He went into his pose and as they were fixing the lights Heechul came over to fluff his hair a bit.
“Hey, don’t look now, but Kibum’s been checking you out since you got here.” Heechul mumbled, not trying to be too loud. (oh shit this is one of dem “be subtle” moments. He go soil it.)
“Which one is he?”
“Silver hair guy.”
Minho, like the dumbass he is, leaned up to look over Heechul’s shoulder before being shoved back down. “Are you stupid? I just said don’t look.” (CALLED IT)
Minho slumped back into the couch, letting Heechul play with his hair until he deemed it perfect. When Heechul walked away and the blinding lights shined in his face, his eyes caught Kibum’s for a split second before the director blocked his way.
“Okay, you ready kid?”
“Ready as I’ll ever be.” (SIKE! YOU NOT!)
Minho listened closely as he was told to turn his head this way and move his arm that way. He didn’t seem to notice Kibum staring from the side. The poses came easy to him and before he knew it, it was time for him to change again.
“Minho, you did great! A real natural!” Amber said, patting him on the back while handing him the next outfit.
“Thanks, now i just have to get out of this saran wrap they call jeans.” (you gotta keep your legs fresh somehow)
“Huh, good luck with that.”
Minho went back behind the barrier, ridding of the sheer shirt. The pants were another thing. He had managed to unbutton them, but he couldn’t even get the damn things past his butt. (CAKE!!! to clarify..im talkin about his booty)
“Who can fit these other than actual ten year olds?” Minho grumbled, pushing at the jeans. He had gotten his feet through the end, just not the rest of his legs. (Yo nigga Minho go fall and buss his neck and ass..and not in a good way)
He jumped up and pushed down at the jeans, trying to pry them off. Unfortunately, the ends of the pants got tangled and he fell back, busting his ass on the ground. (oh shit im Raven Baxter. I fuckin told his tall ass)
“Minho? Are you okay?” Amber shouted.
“Uh, no?”
“Okay, I’m co-” Amber was cut off by a soft ‘I got it.’. Minho couldn’t decipher the voice but when he turned to see Kibum walking behind the barrier, he froze. (hm..what a predicament..what a one of em)
“H-hello, Mr.Kim.” Minho stuttered, trying to get himself together.
“You can call me Kibum. C’mon get up, you don’t have long to change.”
Kibum helped Minho out of the tight pants, and even helped him into the new outfit.
“Hm, these are a snug fit as well.” Kibum murmured, circling Minho and looking him up and down. “You know what? I’m gonna get you some new sizes, tomorrow come by my office so I can measure you up.” (yall fat shamin that boi..rood)
“Yes sir.”
“You don’t have to call me sir, I’m not that old.” (he says as he rolls in on a wheelchair and brushing his thinning hair)
Minho peered down at him, because obviously Kibum wasn’t old, but he was still kinda sorta his boss.” If you don’t mind me asking, how old are you?”
“I’m 24.” (“BOI YOU OLD AS HELL HAHA GTG!” Minho replied)
Oh. Okay, so they were the same age.
“Me too.”
“Good, then we can talk casually. Don’t be so awkward when you come to my office tomorrow, okay?”
“Yeah, okay.”
Kibum left without another word, sauntering out of the space and back to the set. Minho stood there for a while, recapping the conversation he had with the handsome man. When Minho came from behind the barrier, all eyes were on him.
“Hey Choi, don’t start kissing up to Kibum thinking you’ll get a higher spot.” Woo Bin called, laughing.
“Hey Woo-Bin, that’s Mr.Kim to you.” Kibum shouted from around the corner. Minho chuckled at Woo-Bin’s embarrassment and sat at the styling chair, ready to be done over once again. (damn, brutal.)
Minho never noticed, even though it was obvious, how Kibum stared at him curiously the entire shoot. (or maybe..this whole time he been a lil delusional Minho)
That night when Minho got home, his roommate, Taemin, already had food and netflix ready. (OOO TAEMIN BOPS BOPS STRAIGHT UP BOPS)
“How was your first day?” Taemin asked, shoving food into his mouth. (“GIRL I NEVER THOUGHT YOU WOULD ASK! FIRST OF ALL, THE PANTS THEY PUT ON ME WAS LIKE WEARIN SOME PLASTIC WRAP! THEN I FELL ON MY ASS! THEN I MET MY BOSS, UP HERE ACTIN ALL GROWN WHEN WE THE SAME AGE! ON TOP OF THAT! HE FINE GIRL.”)
“It was good, except for this one dude.” Minho said, joining Taemin on the couch.
“Oo, what he do?”
“He was just being a dick, nothing serious.”
“Hm, tell me if he keeps messing with you.”
“And what are you going to do? Come down to the agency and beat him up? I don’t think so Minnie.” (don't underestimate him, he'll challenge you to a dance battle..then see who go be lookin stupid.)
“Whatever. Anything else?”
“I met my boss.”
“How is he?”
“Sexy as fuck.” (oh shit he go smell that you said that)
Taemin turned to him, turning down the volume on the tv. “Spill.”
“Tae, he’s so fine, and the way he talks literally has me melting.” (black aunt Minho has surfaced)
“Oh now I’m definitely coming down there.”
The next day, Minho stood outside of Kibum’s office with a nervous knot in his stomach. He didn’t want to embarrass himself in front of the man, not just because he was his boss, but also because he was a fucking goddess. (GODDESS?? MONSTER? MONSTER BY EXO?? oh shit yall playin EKSO)
He knocked twice, waiting for a response.
“Come in.”
Minho entered the office and his jaw dropped. There were mannequins dressed in outfits he had only seen on runways and magazines. The office was decorated beautifully, potted plants in each corner of the room, the walls a soft green, and a crisp glass desk in the center near the back with a small couch sitting in front of it. Not to mention one of the walls was a full window with an overview of the entirety of Seoul. (so what you tryin to say is he got money..stacks??)
“Hello Minho, nice to see you this morning. You can sit on the couch while I finish this really quick.” Kibum muttered, not even looking up.
Minho sat on the couch silently, watching as Kibum typed away at his computer. The sharp angles of his face contorted against the soft glowing light of the screen and his wide eyes scoped whatever he was typing.
“Sorry for the wait.” he admitted. “I was expecting to be done before you got here.”
“Oh, it’s fine, I don’t mind waiting.”
“You can get a drink if you like.” Kibum gestured toward the mini fridge that Minho hadn’t even noticed. (ooo free drinks, he's a keeper)
“I’m fine.” (no..we don't turn down free, sir.)
They sat in silence for awhile, the only sound being the clacking of keys and their breathing. It didn’t last long before Kibum stood abruptly, shaking Minho out of the stare he had on the floor.
“Alright Minho, do you mind taking off your shirt for me?” (damn..he aint even accept the drink, boi)
Minho didn’t reply, just pulled the shirt over and off his body, dropping it on the couch. He clenched his fist at his sides, getting wary about being half naked in front of his boss. (oh shit he neked)
“Pants too.” Kibum said raking his eyes over Minho’s body. Minho pretended he didn’t see the way his eyes stopped on his chest before dropping downward. (OH SHIT HE FR FR NEKED!)
“Alright just step over here and I’ll get your chest first.” (ooo heehee..he finna get his chess)
Minho stepped in front of Kibum, relaxing his shoulders as he let him run the measuring tape along his pectorals (his what hoe? His pectorals? His pecs? You mean his titties??). Nimble fingers grazed his skin as sharp eyes locked with his. Kibum looked up at Minho, biting his plump bottom lip as he stared at the younger (*coughs* sorry, i came to offer you water..you know..for your THIRST). Minho noticed traces of hesitance in Kibum’s eyes, tilting his head to the side to knock him out of the trance. Kibum blinked rapidly, stepping back and going to write down the measurements. (did he even get to get em through all that thirst?)
“You did really well yesterday, I look forward to what you will do in the future.” Kibum claimed, turning back to Minho.
“Thank you. I was very nervous.”
“Well, you couldn’t tell. Alright, let me get your waist.” Kibum snaked the measuring tape around Minho, his fingers tracing the elastic of Minho’s underwear and nails slightly scratching his sides. “Your really toned, you work out?” (“nah, i just pray. You see, the lord can do wonders.”)
“Uh yeah, one of my friends owns a gym just a couple blocks away.”
Kibum was now running the tape up Minho’s legs, stopping at his hip bone. “Hmm I’ll have to check it out.” Kibum uttered, standing again. “Arms out.” (by check IT out, you mean check HIM out dont ya...BOI)
After Kibum was done measuring Minho, he put his clothes back on and began to leave.
“Do good today, yeah?”
Minho only nodded and left.
When Minho got to set, Amber already had his clothes ready. “You’re late bud.” she informed, pushing the clothes into his arms and shoving him behind the barrier. “Chop chop!” (go slow jus for that)
Minho laughed at her, unfolding the clothes. He looked at them in shock. They were even tighter than the ones from yesterday! How is that even possible? The shiny leather gleamed and mocked him. (he did it on purpose. He tryin to see ya body parts, fool)
“Amber? Come here for a second please.”
Amber rounded the barrier, stopping as she saw the pants in Minho’s hands. “Is Kibum crazy!” (he gon taste that you said that and buss you up)
She snatched the pants from him, analyzing them. “Honestly, I have no idea how you’re going to get in these.”
Minho grabbed the pants back, taking his off and attempting to slide them on his legs.
“Nope. Nah nah uh uh no no no, will not happen, is not possible. There is an error.” (oh shit..he gon buss his ass again)
The pants could barely go past his knees, the material trying its best to stretch farther. “Okay, wait here and I’ll go get Kibum, maybe this is a misunderstanding.” Amber stammered as she went around the barrier.
Minho stood their pathetically in his underwear with the pants around his knees. He couldn’t understand. Didn’t Kibum say he would get him new sizes? (well i may be wrong..but i mean..you can't get your shit changed in..what? 4 mins? it's just not possible)
“Is there a problem?” (well hm..lemme think..ya boi Minho up there wit his shit on his knees boi. He can't pull dem up. and you askin if its a prob..unstanned)
Kibum stepped behind the barrier with a smug smirk. He raised his brows at the pants around Minho’s knees. (sound like he bein dirty)
“Uh yeah. I can’t wear these. There’s no way.”
Kibum went behind Minho, grasping the material where it was bunched at his knees, and pulled up, hard. The material accommodated to the stretch, covering Minho’s thighs tightly. Kibum pulled again, almost lifting Minho off the ground so the pants would cover his butt. “Ah! They fit perfectly!” Kibum hollered, squeezing Minho’s butt. (BOOTY BOOTY BOOTY! cake)
Minho gasped and stood dumbfounded. The pants were glued to his skin, material stretched to fit Minho’s long legs. “How did you-” (gotta be god.)
“Oh please! I made these pants, I know what they can and cannot fit! Now, go get ready, the directors waiting.” Kibum said, ushering Minho out from behind the barrier. (ima cop them pants.)
“Nice pants, Choi!” Woo-Bin called from his seat. (Woo-Bin, can you stay in yo seat boi? Leave em alone bich)
Minho ignored the remark but heard a small voice from behind him mumble “Can someone get that guy a muzzle?” (is that a member of vixx? cos that shit is kinky and I'm out)
He muffled his laugh with his hand and went to Heechul’s chair.
“Seems as Kibum likes you.” (ah fr? whoulda never guessed..haha..hm.)
“What are you talking about.” Minho whispered, his eyes meeting Heechul's in the mirror. (oh no, Minho slow. He know better, listen to Heechul. Listen to em)
“I’m talking about how he quote unquote ‘helps’ you with your clothes.”
“There’s no way Kibum could like me, he's my boss.” (and you minho, hoe ass)
“Of course he likes you! Why do you think he offers to help you? You're a grown man fully capable of putting on some pants. Amber says he’s using it as an excuse to check you out.” (you see? Amber is smart, you should listen to her. Good advice, yeah listen to Amber.)
“You guys are crazy. He’s just being helpful.” (oh no, dem pants blockin the airflow to his brain..)
Heechul raised an eyebrow but stayed silent, focusing on finishing Minho’s hair.
After they were finished Minho stood by set, waiting for his cue. While he was staring off into space, gentle hands landed on his waist and a deep but soft voice whispered into his ear. “Hey, come by my office after the shoot, I’ve got some things i want to…..discuss with you.” (hmmmm idk..sounds iffy to me)
Minho turned his head to see Kibum looking at him with a raised eyebrow. He nodded his head, watching as a Kibum smirked at him and walked off.
Minho heard hushed giggles behind him and turned to see Amber and Heechul laughing up a storm. (im laughin up a storm too yall. I told dat boi to listen to dem)
“Yah! Stop that!”
It was halfway through the photoshoot and Minho was sweating. Half because of the bright lights and half because of the way Kibum was looking at him. The cat-like eyes followed his every move. The smoldering looks he was giving him only added to the heat. He hated to admit it (no he didn’t), but he was unashamedly attracted to the older man. (“older” ight)
At break time Minho rushed to the fridge, immediately downing a bottle of water. (OH SO NOW YOU THIRSTY)
“Woah,slow down there before you drown.” Kibum giggled from beside him, taking the bottle from his hands.
Minho watched as Kibum took a swig of his water and handed it back to him. “You’re doing really well out there. You keep this up and other companies are going to try to snatch you from me.” Kibum chortled. (now..how you go drink his water..not ask..then give it back? Dirty.)
“I wouldn’t let that happen, hyung.”
Kibum stopped in his tracks. “Y-you don’t have to call me hyung if you don’t want to, I don’t mind.”
“It’s only respectful.”Minho explained, taking notice of the way Kibum’s adam's apple bobbed as he gulped.
“If it makes you comfortable, then I guess it’s fine” Kibum stammered, grabbing the water from his hands again and taking a gulp. (yall gotta fight now)