(Thank you for the compliment! I hope this is okay!!)
“Jonghyun,” Kibum whines out, kicking his feet as he plops down on top of one of the amps. “Why me?”
“Because Taemin’s ankle is still bothering him, and it’s not a lot of movement, but it’s three more minutes he could keep off his foot. I can’t do it with Minho because that’d be fucking weird, and we all know that’s not Jinki’s style of performance. Plus, his voice doesn’t fit the song. You’re the only one left. Come on. I really want to bring this back. We’d really give the fans their money worth of performance! You could lead it right into Born to Shine.”
Kibum rolls his eyes. “If I did that, I’d have to change the entire set up of my performance. I wouldn’t have enough time to change.”
“Wear it for Internet War,” Jonghyun suggests. “Or wear your suit jacket closed and tear it open for your performance. You’re my last hope,” Jonghyun begs. “I really don’t want to only do Deja-Boo tomorrow. The fans like it whenever I do it, but it’s a difficult song to liven up, you know? It’s kind of boring sometimes. Internet War will spice things up. It could be a surprise too. We don’t need to specify what it is and blow up Twitter. I bet we could get it to trend.”
Kibum isn’t a Twitter user, but he assumes that trending is quite the feat. He decides not to comment on it and instead sighs. Jonghyun won’t let him get out of the performance easily, not without constant nagging. Kibum would want to kill him before they even go back on the plane to return home from Japan.
“Fine, Jonghyun, but you owe me one after this.”
“Great! I’ll make it up to you, Key, I promise! I don’t know how yet, but I’ll figure something out.”
Kibum smirks suddenly. He thinks about going his stereotypical “fashionista” route and finding the most expensive he could to make Jonghyun pay for, but he’s not sure that would give him the satisfaction he’s yearning for. No, Kibum needs something a little less materialistic. If he’s going to be caught dead being handcuffed by Jonghyun, he needs to degrade Jonghyun in some way in return.
And he knows the best way to do it.
“I know what I want!” Kibum chirps suddenly, sliding off his throne when Jinki passes by to gather them both for a group meeting.
Jonghyun picks his water bottle up from the floor. “Why don’t I have a good feeling about this?”
“I want you to carry me on my chariot. Front and center so everyone see you. I vet the fans won’t even notice you at first. They’ll be reviewing their videos and kick themselves for not spotting you earlier. It’ll be like a– like a statement. You make me a slave in Internet War, and I’ll make you one in Born to Shine,” Key grins. “Because I was born to shine, Jonghyun.”
Kibum walks off with Minho after that. Jonghyun frowns.
“You’re not cool, Kibum!”