NIGHTMARE

25 | playing a dangerous game

"kiki, wake up!"

kihyun groaned and rolled over at the sound of minhyuk's voice. friday mornings were meant for hot coffee and getting out of bed as late as possible - not being woken at practically the crack of dawn by the voice of lee minhyuk and the sound of a rather worse for wear vaccum cleaner.

"fuck off, i want to sleep," he complained, burying his face in the pillows to block out the sound.

"it's fri-yay, kihyun!" minhyuk reminded him a little too loudly, "the best day of the week! which is why i'm going to do your spring cleaning today."

kihyun craned his neck and squinted at him. minhyuk was a blur of blonde hair and eager smiles, and seemed to be sporting a floral silk shirt to do his spring cleaning. "you. you're going to actually do some cleaning?" he asked in disbelief.

"don't sound so surprised," minhyuk answered, acting all offended, "i'd make a fabulous housewife. anyway, since you've let me stay all week, i owe you one."

"you owe me seven and a half bottles of shampoo, that's what."

minhyuk rolled his eyes and crouched down on the floor to clean under kihyun's bed. "you're just jealous of my hair."

"ew, no thanks, your hair's dry as heck."

"that is why i condition it."

kihyun just snorted and let minhyuk get on with his cleaning whilst he got a few extra minutes of sleep. but his dreamlike state was soon shattered at the sound of a high pitched screech.

"kiki! what is this?!"

kihyun wriggled around on the bed until he came face to face with an outraged minhyuk. "what is what?" kihyun questioned sleepily.

minhyuk held up a long school tie, giving kihyun a very direct look. "would you like to explain what this is doing under your bed?"

kihyun's jaw dropped. he had a series of sudden flashbacks to every interaction he'd had with changkyun that week. and the boy hadn't been wearing his tie...

he couldn't tell minhyuk that, of course. if minhyuk knew exactly how intimate kihyun was getting with a minor, the rest of korea would probably know within the hour. so kihyun said the only other reasonable explanation, which happened to be,

"i... have a school uniform kink...?"

even minhyuk didn't know what to say to that. he twirled the school tie around his fingers and stared kihyun down as he tried to figure him out. eventually, he started to frown and shake his head, flicking the tie towards kihyun almost like a warning.

"no, no way," he said in disbelief, "you're like the purest person i know. now, if i had a school uniform kink, that would be more believable. but you're just lying to me, yoo kihyun."

kihyun sat up and tucked the bedsheets up to his chin. "no i'm not!" he denied, "it's true!"

minhyuk tossed the tie into kihyun's lap and sighed. "and you're an awful liar," he said. he started to pace the room as his mind whirred to find an explanation for this. then,

"no... way..."

kihyun gulped.

minhyuk's eyes went wide as he turned on his best friend again, stalking across the room towards him. "i can't believe you," he said, shaking his head.

kihyun felt like he was about to burst, holding in such a big secret. finally, before minhyuk could even accuse him of anything, he blurted, "fine! changkyun's still in school, okay?!"