Although they are are as different as they come, they have been best friends for longer than either care to remember and roommates for three years. Minho had been a little afraid of the possibility of drifting apart during college, but his fears had not been realized. During their rather tumultuous years living together, Minho has learned that he has the patience of a saint. That’s what it takes to overlook the stack of dishes in the sink that will continue to grow until he does something about it. Or his miraculously expanding, and rather unrecognizable, pile of laundry. He could have sworn that he’s never owned a pair of pink boxers, but he takes it all in stride. It helps when he comes home to an elaborate home cooked meal after a particularly tough day of classes or work, or when Kibum will sink to his knees and coax relief out of Minho with a soft, wet mouth.  They’ve never bothered to put any kind of label on what they have, not since it started shortly after Minho’s sixteenth birthday. Kibum had pulled Minho into his room during a particularly boring family party with a smirk plastered on his face. ‘I wanna try something’ he had said, and Minho the ever trusting friend had followed with no apprehension. With a sloppy, experimental blow job and muffled moans, their friendship changed.     I suck at descriptions, so have some of the fic lol ForewordI adore MinKey so much and I told myself that I should write more, so here you go. Leave me a comment to let me know what you think! :)