two for the show

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au; jongminkey
pg; 501 words
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* warnings: cute people used as pets

Kibum thought it was a wise idea to buy a companion for Minho. It didn’t do well that his pet was left alone in the house, since he became needy and clingy and affectionate to the point of almost ripping Kibum’s clothes off the moment he arrived late from work. Kibum couldn’t really understand how Minho evolved into this—when he was bought he was groomed to be cool and collected and just a bit endearing. The 24-hour customer service suggested that maybe Minho was lonely. So the moment Kibum had his paycheck he bought another pet, a smaller but sturdier one with a really nice smile and big eyes just like Minho’s. Jonghyun was playful and hyper and loquacious—almost the complete opposite of Minho’s disposition. But Kibum was confident that the two would get along, until he came home with his upholstery in shreds and Jonghyun seated at the farthest corner of the room, whimpering at Kibum’s heels and making side glances at Minho, who sat on the couch without a care. "Jesus. I didn’t buy Jonghyun just to make him your chew toy, Minho, please." Kibum exasperatedly said as he gently pulled Jonghyun to sit with him on the other couch so he could look at his injuries. "I thought you were lonely and wanted to have a friend while I’m away. What do you think you’re doing?" When Minho darted his eyes away, Kibum snapped his hands in front of his face. "Answer me or you know what’s going to happen." "He was sleeping on your bed," came Minho’s curt reply, wide eyes narrowing into slits as he looked at Jonghyun, who cowered and buried his face against Kibum’s shoulder. Kibum sighed. “Well, you could’ve told him properly, couldn’t you?” he scolded. “If you two are going to fight all the time, I might as well let you boys stay in the kitchen instead of on my bed. I won’t have any fights near me.” Jonghyun whimpered against Kibum’s clothes while Minho’s eyes went wide-eyed, a low growl on his throat which Kibum knew wasn’t threatening. He was begging. Slowly, Kibum stood up from the couch and reached out to run his fingers through Minho’s hair. “I don’t want you guys fighting, you understand?” he murmured as he leaned down slightly to let Minho nuzzle him. “I want you to get along, because that way we’ll all be happy, okay?” Minho paused for a while before nodding. Kibum let his hair go and pointed to Jonghyun. “Go tend to his wounds now as apology. If this happens again you’re both sleeping outside.” As Kibum watched Minho sink into the other couch and give Jonghyun’s knuckles a tentative lick, he wondered if he should ask some advice on pet raising from Taemin, only to remember that Taemin was the one being raised by his pet. a/n: people are asking for an ontae continuation of this, but honestly i'm not sure if i should lol. i'm already toeing lines as it is ^^;