Jongkey Song Drabbles
Tonight you Belong to Me - Jane Monheit
Kibum paces around his bedroom-he’s not going to call-of course he’s not going to call! Kibum has a boyfriend; he’s in a relationship with someone. Jonghyun would never call him knowing that. He’d never do that to someone.
And ironically enough, the phone rings.
Kibum’s hand trembles as he answers.
“…Hello?”
“Hi, Kibum.”
“J-Jonghyun.” he croaks mindlessly.
“Listen…I’m kinda outside your door but it’s locked. Care to let me in?” he lets out that sheepish laugh that Kibum has undeniably grown fond of.
Kibum stumbles towards the door, swinging it open almost violently.
Jonghyun’s standing there-cliché as it is…with a bouquet and a box of chocolates. He extends the items towards Kibum, smiling with a hint of shyness.
Kibum thinks his boyfriend can wait.
Vitamin - SNSD
He’s annoying.
He’s too emotional. He tears up at the simplest of things. It’s paradoxical actually. There is he is, twenty some odd years old crying over a song. A happy song at that.
Strange, Kibum thinks. Very, very strange.
He’s really weird. Kibum can’t tell if he’s trying to be funny or not. He has abs-he has abs and huge arms that clearly show he exercises regularly. He’s masculine. Still though, when Kibum pads to the lobby to get a soda from the vending machine, he’ll find Jonghyun asleep on the sofa, notebook unbalanced on his thighs, guitar resting beside him.
Kibum almost feels embarrassed for him.
And yet,
when the boy smiles-when he beams and extends a hand to Kibum, offering to help him up from the couch in the lobby, Kibum can’t help but notice him. He can’t help but notice his effortless smile and his eyes shaped like half-moons. He can’t help but think even though he’s the strangest around, he’s still
normal on the inside.
And then Kibum-after witnessing his natural contentment-thinks maybe he’s not so weird after all.
Coagulation - Super Junior
“I don’t know,” Kibum says after a long moment of silence-after a long moment of the pair just sitting there on the couch, “…I’m pretty heartbroken.”
“Chocolate is always the cure,” Jonghyun assures.
“It’s not like the movies, Jonghyun,” Kibum says, quite sure of himself. “This is reality-it’s not some fairytale. I won’t wake up in the morning without a worry-I won’t wake up tomorrow to find that everything has magically gotten better. This isn’t some dream!” He’s breaking down now-there’s tears forming in the corners of his eyes and his nose is getting stuffy-“Just forget it,” he stops himself before his sobs get out of hand, “forget about me tonight, Jjong. Just go home…”
Jonghyun scoots closer to Kibum. He pats his leg gently-reassuringly. “Let’s get you to bed,” he offers, helping the other boy stand as he gets up himself.
The next morning, Kibum wakes, tears dried and a slight headache on the left side of his skull. He glances to his right-and what’s that-there’s another person-Jonghyun lying beside him, sleeping soundlessly.
He looks peaceful, Kibum thinks as he blankly touches the boy’s dark hair.
In that moment, Kibum realizes things are better than they were the night before. Jonghyun is here and things are going to be okay.
Everyone’s Gone to the Movies - Steely Dan
“What to do…” Jonghyun mutters, kicking the ground dispassionately-much like a child would do. The party had ended and no one was around. Kibum Jonghyun notices out of the corner of his eye. He approaches the older boy.
“You know,” he says, a clever quirk to his plush lips, a particular zest to his advance, “Everyone’s gone to the movies.”
Jonghyun’s brows rise at the statement. “…And?” he urges.
“And…we’re alone,” Kibum shrugs indifferently.
Jonghyun stays quiet, staring.
Ten minutes later, they end up on Kibum’s twin-sized bed, ripping at each other’s clothes, hungrily kissing at whatever skin they could find.
Thank God for theaters, Jonghyun thinks.
Electric Heart - SHINee
“You’re so beautiful,” he murmurs against the other boy’s heated skin, planting blazing open-mouthed, sloppy kisses down his smooth neck, savoring the taste.
The other boy only moans in reply, dropping his head onto the dark-haired boy’s shoulder, unable to form words in his state.
The older boy strokes the younger’s hair-it’s sweaty and sticky and the room just reeks of sex-the room is scorching with heat and it’s good-it feels so right even if he knows it’s forbidden.
He doesn’t care that he’s just met this boy-he doesn’t care that he doesn’t know his name. It’d be nice to scream it during a climax but it’s a little too late to ask now. He continues his actions, the other boy writhing and groaning with each movement.
And, the older boy abruptly decides, I don’t want this to be a one night stand.
Twenty minutes later, curled up in the soiled sheets, too lazy to take a shower, the brunette asks, “What’s your name, sweetheart?”
The other, beat and nearly unconscious, murmurs something. It’s two syllables and starts with a ‘k’ and that’s about all the elder can decipher.
It’s okay, he thinks to himself, a content smile on his face as he drifts into sleep himself, holding the mysterious, attractive boy closer to him, I’ll ask in the morning because he’s not going anywhere.
He tugs him closer.
I’m not letting him get away.
In My Dream - Super Junior
Hey, where are you going?
Don’t leave.
Please, I don’t know what I’m going to do if you go now.
Helplessly, Jonghyun starts to run. He starts to run because he has a feeling Kibum is on the other side of all this white. It’s just blank though-it’s white and white and white and it’s endless, there’s nothing at the end because it doesn’t end. There’s no Kibum on the other side because there is no other side.
Jonghyun blinks away the sunlight-he stretches a bit and looks around wearily. He vaguely remembers that he and his best friend-his first love-fought last night. He frowns because he doesn’t want to fight with Kibum-he doesn’t want anymore conflicts because he cares about him deeply. He’s afraid Kibum won’t forgive him.
But, surprisingly enough, Kibum enters Jonghyun’s bedroom. He’s wearing his apron, the one Jonghyun loves so much-it reads, ‘Kiss the Cook’ in bold letters, followed by a small, red heart. Jonghyun can’t help but smile because he loves the sight in front of him-he loves his hair and his eyes and his nose and he loves everything Kibum.
“Yah,” the younger says, waving what looks like a spatula to Jonghyun, “No more sleeping. I’m making breakfast so consider yourself blessed.”
And Jonghyun does.
Because his dreams aren’t real and knows that. He knows that reality, no matter how cruel it may seem sometimes, is far better than his fantasies.
So he smiles.
Just One of Those Things - Jamie Cullum
“Wait-wait a second, what’re you doing?” Jonghyun asks. “Where do you plan on going?”
The other boy sighs, crisp air tickling his nose as he faces the sky, “I dunno really,” he smiles lightly. “Away from here, I guess.”
“But…” Jonghyun is nearly at a loss from words. He and Kibum just had the best night of their lives-he was sure it wouldn’t end up as another one night stand. “…why?” he finally asks, mentally praying and praying and praying.
“New people to meet,” Kibum shrugs indifferently, starting his route down the sidewalk. “New adventures to encounter, I guess you could say-if you want to be poetic, that is.” He turns around to face Jonghyun one last time, smiling almost apologetically and waving his hand. Jonghyun watches the other boy leave, scarf wavering with the gust, blonde hair gently swaying under the moonlight.
“Maybe some other time,” he thought he heard Kibum say.
On Rainy Days - B2ST/BEAST
“Great,” Kibum mutters as he glares out the window, eyes narrowed. “Just great…we got rained out again.”
“We can shop some other time,” Jonghyun suggests with a shrug. “I’m sure it’ll clear up so-”
“Oh, some other time?” Kibum mocks, facing Jonghyun with a dangerously threatening scowl. He growls under his breath and folds his arms stubbornly. “This is horrible, Jonghyun. This was my only free day and the fucking rain had to come and ruin everything. Honestly, since when does Seoul get so much rain? This doesn’t make any sense. I wish the weather would just-”
Jonghyun tugs Kibum’s collar-he throws him against the nearest wall (rather roughly) and pins his arms up, securing his hold. Kibum looks surprised for a moment before he struggles under the other boy’s grip.
“What’re you doing?” he demands.
Jonghyun just quiets him with a harsh kiss. “You know,” he mumbles against his lips, his large hands loosening their hold on Kibum’s wrists, only to twine fingers with the other, “…rain isn’t so bad. We can always find something to do inside.”
Kibum gulps.
Seconds later, Kibum knees Jonghyun in the groin, flushed with red when he discovers the hidden meaning of the emphasized word.
Jonghyun falls to the floor.
Photograph - Jamie Cullum
Jonghyun sighs as he’s rummaging through the seemingly endless cardboard boxes. He always hated moving. It’s especially hard now because he’s moving from an apartment to a house-it’s an actual house, which he’s never owned before. He suddenly feels the weight of responsibility falling on his shoulders.
He continues to go through boxes-some containing recent things, some containing ancient. He finds a small, transparent container-inside are a variety of photographs, all containing different memories. He smiles a little as he goes through them-there’s Minho and Taemin (he mentally reminds himself to call them tonight, he hasn’t spoken to them in over a month), and Jinki too. Jonghyun laughs out loud at the picture. Jinki’s face is stuffed (not surprisingly) and Taemin and Minho are smiling brightly, holding up V-signs. Jonghyun remembers that day. It was the day he completely humiliated himself when he tried to use a pick-up line on Kibum.
He browses through a few more pictures before coming across one in particular-it’s Kibum and himself. They’re outside of the school (Jonghyun remembers-it was the last day of senior year) and Jonghyun is kissing the other boy’s cheek. Kibum-hair dyed a bright shade of blonde (Jonghyun suddenly thinks he should go back to that) is obviously laughing-he’s clearly happy.
And Jonghyun smiles at the photograph-because it really, really warms his heart. It really feels good.
Seconds later, he feels a pair of arms encircle his neck from behind. He feels a minty breath glide over his ear and a fresh scent reaches his nose.
“What’re you looking at?” Kibum asks.
“Senior year,” Jonghyun replies nonchalantly, still smiling, still lost in the memories of the picture. Kibum examines it before laughing.
“It seems like such a long time ago,” he comments, and it almost comes out sounding sad.
Jonghyun simply nods, carefully stashing the photo back in its rightful place. “On the back it says, ‘Senior Year with my Kibummie-Spring 2009’. We’ll have to frame it later, huh?” he grins.
He hears Kibum scoff by his ear before the boy presses his lips to Jonghyun’s cheek affectionately. “I dunno,” Kibum says unsurely, “Being twenty three, seeing that photo around the house is gonna make me feel really nostalgic.” he explains. “And it’ll make me feel old,” he adds.
Jonghyun chuckles before turning his head to give the boy a kiss full on the lips, “Never,” he says with a smile.
Girlfriend - SNSD
Jonghyun’s walking along the house-nothing out of the ordinary-before he comes in contact with a sweet smell. There’s no mistaking it. Right when the fragrance hit his nose, he knew.
Chocolate.
Kibum only cooks chocolate anything when he’s ecstatic. Curious, Jonghyun makes his way into the kitchen and sure enough, there Kibum is, skipping around and humming like some teenage girl. The smell is stronger in the kitchen, Jonghyun notices, and with a quick glance to the open cookbook, Jonghyun concludes that Kibum is cooking a chocolate cake.
When Kibum finally notices the other boy’s presence, he lights up, smile instantly meeting his lips. He throws himself at the other boy, carelessly tossing his arms around him. Jonghyun hugs him, still off-guard.
“Dessert’s almost ready!” Kibum announces cheerfully, kissing the boy’s cheek with a loud ‘smack’.
Jonghyun grins. “Is my wife happy tonight?”
“Absolutely!” Kibum answers without a moment’s hesitation, rushing over to the oven to take out his creation.
“It’s perfect!” he squeals after inserting a toothpick.
As Jonghyun’s standing there, he can’t help but think Kibum is much more perfect than the cake.
A/N: Put my ipod on shuffle and this is what happens.