“Hi.”
Minho looked up from his magazine. He was waiting for his blind date in the lounge of an expensive hotel. His date was late, and now he was being approached by a cute guy in flamboyant clothes and tousled blonde hair. Cute, very, but the loud clothes and scrutinizing gaze made Minho uncomfortable.
“Hi?” Minho hesitantly replied, closing his magazine. “How may I help you?”
The guy crossed his arms over his chest and nodded. “Let’s do this.”
“Excuse me?”
The blonde guy’s hand shot out. “Nice to meet you. My name is Key.”
Minho eyed him warily. “Nice to meet you, too, Key?”
“It’s okay if you don’t want to introduce yourself. I already know your name is Choi Minho and that you’re being stood up by your date.”
“Excuse me?”
Key looked around, then smiled at Minho. He leaned closer and suddenly grasped Minho’s hand. “So, do you want to get married?”
“WHAT?!”
Key pulled Minho’s arm until he stood up, then pointed towards a car waiting outside the hotel. “We just need to appear dating or engaged or having two children for two minutes. I swear I’ll explain later.” Then, he walked towards the door, dragging Minho with him that the latter had to wonder just how much strength was in that thin body.
Somewhere in the middle of walking towards outside the hotel, Minho wondered if he really looked like a pushover or if Key was playing a prank on him. Either way, he’d find out once they stepped outside.
Outside, Key waved towards the car and dragged Minho with him until they stood by the passenger seat window. The window rolled down and a young man peered out.
“I told you he’s here!”
Judging from the look on the other man’s face, he must be sort of an ex or something, Minho thought. He decided to play along for a bit to know more about the situation. If he managed to help Key out of this, he might even be a hero, right?
“Kibum…” the man in the car said.
Key hugged Minho’s arm, making him choke on his own saliva. “Now back off, Jonghyun. I told you we’re together. Stop chasing us.”
“Are you two really together?” the guy named Jonghyun warily asked.
Key pressed his body closer—too close for comfort—against Minho’s arm, looking up at him with blinking, suggesting eyes. Swallowing, Minho placed an arm around Key’s waist and bent his head so he nuzzled the blonde hair.
“See?” Kibum said breathily as he arched his neck. “Let it go, Jjong.”
Minho didn’t look up until he heard the telltale screech of the tires. When he looked up, Jonghyun’s car was gone. He opened his mouth to demand an explanation, but Key was fast to talk.
“Sorry about that,” Key said, dislodging himself and Minho found himself missing the warmth on his side. “It’s just that Jonghyun is so fixated on you and he’s on the point of obsession. I had to do something to discourage him and move on.”
“You guys know me?”
Key sighed. “I told you I know your name, right? I also know where you work and what time you get out to…oh I mean, Jonghyun does.” He made a small waving motion with his hand. “Anyway, I think it’s okay now. Sorry! At least you won’t have a potential stalker.”
Minho blinked. Key was actually protecting him from a would-be stalker? That seemed unheard of, but Minho couldn’t help but feel impressed. He smiled at Key. “No, no. I mean. Thank you. I should treat you to something for protecting me.”
Key puffed his face as he traced patterns on the pavement with his foot. “No, it’s okay. I..”
“Please.”
Smiling, the blond boy shrugged. “Okay, then.”
Minho returned the smile and ushered the man back into the hotel. His date can take a hike, he had to know about this guy who took care of him. As they walked, he learned that Key was a senior in college and lived near Minho’s apartment. He also took dancing lessons in the same building as Minho’s office. And he and Minho used the same brand of shampoo. “What wonderful coincidences!” Minho said and Key only laughed.
As Key’s phone rang, Minho wore a worried look on his face. “Oh yeah, wouldn’t your friend get mad at you?”
Key shook his head absently as he checked his phone messages. “Nah. He’ll get over it. Where shall we have dinner?” He smirked as he snapped his phone shut, closing over the screen where the messages continued to scroll.
Fuck you, Kibum! I don’t like Minho!
I don’t even know him!
You’re the stalker!! I should warn him of you!
Hey, answer my texts, hey!!
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and i knew it! key is the stalker! (:
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