Channel Surfing

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Title: Channel Surfing
Pairing: Jongkey
Genre: Humor, crack
Rating: R
Word Count: 5000
Summary: The genre isn't important, just as long as they're together.



Kids if you want some fun

See what you never have seen

Take off your cheaters and sit right down

Start the projection machine

Action.

Jonghyun blearily awakes when he feels himself being violently shook, forcing his nerve-endings to complain at the disturbance. His previously-relaxed body is now sore and half-comprehending what's happening around him; so far all he sees is Kibum kneeling beside him, mouthing words he can't hear and...is that a smudge of blood on his cheek?

"Kibum, are you okay?" Jonghyun promptly asks, snapping into full consciousness. "What the hell-you're bleeding! Oh my God, what happened-"

"Never mind that," Kibum says objectively, teeth gritting in annoyance. "Right now we have to get out of here, and fast, or-" his sentence is cut short by a massive explosion that takes place directly behind him. Jonghyun's eyes widen ridiculously as he scrambles backwards, fear overtaking his system.

"Shit," Kibum mutters, sparing a quick peek behind him before shooting to his feet, pulling Jonghyun up as well. Jonghyun stammers out a few questions even he doesn't quite understand, but Kibum ignores his mindless gibberish, dragging him through a dark, destroyed parking lot roughly, clearly uncaring about his best friend that's practically tripping over his untied shoelaces with every step he takes.

Kibum finally stops when they're inside a worn warehouse-shed-thing near the outskirts of town. They both bend over and wheeze, catching their breaths. After all, they ran quite a long way, and Jonghyun is more confused than he's ever been and why the hell is Kibum wearing a leather jacket oh my God-

"I killed 'em. Five of 'em," Kibum suddenly says, glancing up and wiping the sweat from his brow. "I managed to get in some shots right before they got you, but there's still too many. Minho, Taemin and Jinki's locations are unknown at the moment, but I know they're not dead. I can tell."

Jonghyun's pupils are large, dilated in the darkness. What time is it, anyway? "Dead?" he all-but squeaks.

"They're fine," Kibum mutters evenly, smearing the stain of blood away from his usually-white cheek and wincing.

"Oh God, are you all right?" Jonghyun asks worriedly, making to reach out. Kibum shakes his head.

"This is nothing," he assures swiftly. "Anyway, I'm not the issue here. Are you okay?"

Jonghyun blinks, looking himself over for any scars or bruises. He doesn't appear to have any, at least not on the visible skin (and he's only wearing a t-shirt and jeans, so). "Why wouldn't I be?"

"Well, I mean, they hit you pretty hard. That guy landed on you with enough force to knock you out, so I was kind of worried when you wouldn't wake up."

Jonghyun has no memory whatsoever of whatever happened prior, so he just decides to say what the hell and play along. "How long was I out?"

"Couple minutes. I slapped you several times and you finally came to your senses."

"No wonder my face hurts," Jonghyun mumbles, rubbing at his tender, reddened skin gently.

"Don't be a priss," Kibum spits, and Jonghyun finds this incredibly ironic because in the real world, Kibum is the biggest priss one will ever meet. Seeing him like this-it's still not exactly clicking in the older boy's head.

"So what now?" Jonghyun asks, utterly lost as he watches Kibum pace around.

"We'll just have to make a run for it." He sends Jonghyun an impish smirk, eyes narrowing, brow a thick arc. "You up for a car chase?"

On cue, the rumble of a vehicle resounds and the volume of the motor increases with every second, signaling its approach. Kibum curses softly before grabbing onto Jonghyun's forearm, vigorously pulling him around the warehouse through a crack in the wall. A gunshot is fired narrowly close to Jonghyun's leg and he flinches, nearly tripping over himself, but Kibum saves him and he almost feels guilty for being so useless.

"Hop in, hurry," Kibum says, but Jonghyun hardly hears it over the throaty, desperate shouts of 'they're getting away!' and 'this way, this way, dumbass!'. His heart is echoing in his ears, limbs trembling as he boards into the passenger seat of the convertible, of all things, buckling up just because it kind of feels appropriate.

"This is stupid, I'm not James Bond!" Jonghyun complains loudly as Kibum floors it, speeding off down the road in a way that should never be legal. He looks at Jonghyun strangely from the corner of his eye, blonde hair dancing in the wind, and Jonghyun thinks he looks way too cool to be in a life-or-death situation.

"Why are we running from them? What did we do?" Jonghyun continues, more to himself now because Kibum doesn't seem to be listening, too focused on adjusting his mirror so he can watch the enemies appear from over the hill behind them. "Did we really piss them off enough to have them shoot at us? I mean, I know I've done some bad things, but-"

"Shut the hell up," Kibum snaps, and Jonghyun does just that.

"Thank you, dear Lord, I can't concentrate when you're yapping so much."

Jonghyun squirms and twists his body around in his seat instead. He observes the incoming men in various vehicles and gulps to himself, eyes broadening.

"They're getting closer," he warns lowly.

"Shit," is all Kibum says, turning chaotically. Jonghyun pretty much falls into Kibum's lap from the sudden change in direction.

He rights himself rapidly, though, and continues his watch. One of the men, covered in tattoos, pulls something from the backseat of his car. Jonghyun squints to see better, to try to figure out what he's up to-

The next thing he knows, a grenade is soaring towards him, plummeting right where the hood of the car would be.

And then the world is a blinding white.

Horror.

Jonghyun finds himself in a kitchen that isn't familiar, leaning against a counter. Kibum is rummaging through the refrigerator for a couple seconds before he retrieves a weird smoothie-like thing. He plucks a straw from a nearby dispenser and drops it into the beverage, slurping it loudly.

"Sheesh, quiet down," Jonghyun mumbles, acting like everything is natural. He's a fast learner, fortunately, so he's just going to go with the flow and pretend he knows where he is and what the hell he's doing.

"You're just as loud," Kibum counters curtly, but his swigs become considerably quieter after that comment.

They stand in a weird silence for a while, and Jonghyun takes in the alien scenery. Outside he can see a pool-a real, underground, sparkling blue pool-and even a hot tub. He inspects the kitchen then, finding it to be great and spacious, almost every type of classy appliance current. Jonghyun decides he likes this world a lot more than the action-packed one from a moment ago.

"The cameras in here picked up some weird stuff, as well as the ones in the upstairs bathroom," Kibum randomly says, looking thoughtfully into the distance. "I'm still not entirely sure, but-"

"Wait, wait," Jonghyun interrupts, "Cameras?"

Kibum stares at him as if he's said the stupidest thing his mind could possibly think up. "Yes, cameras, dumbass, you know, the ones I set up not a week ago?"

Jonghyun nods his head slowly in faux-understanding. "Oh, right..."

Kibum narrows his eyes, but says nothing more.

Unlike the action world, where Jonghyun was there for maybe twenty minutes, an entire day goes by in this new world. Jonghyun isn't complaining, though; he and Kibum go swimming in the pool for the majority of the afternoon and afterwards they drink juice out of a half-carved watermelon. Jonghyun begins to never want to leave this world because it's so luxurious.

Apparently he and Kibum live alone, why, he isn't sure, but he goes to his respective bedroom that night, jaw practically bumping the floor when he sees the game system(s) set up around his flat screen TV.

He ends up playing until perhaps one in the morning, and even then he's not very tired. There's still so much to do, and God knows when he'll be dragged out of this universe.

So Jonghyun decides to live it up and scuttles downstairs as noiselessly as he can, exploring the kitchen for something to eat. The fridge is filled with food he'd never eat in a million years, simply because he doesn't have the money to buy such lavish meals.

He draws out some sort of expensive-looking meat and his eyes sparkle at the sight. He prepares to cook it and steps back when the refrigerator door shuts abruptly.

He stares for a moment, only the light of the kitchen helping him see. That was weird, is all he spares as a thought as he continues to the oven.

On his way there, all of the cabinets in the kitchen open wholly, then raucously slam shut. Jonghyun drops his food in surprise, fearfully looking around before fleeing, tripping up the stairs as he rushes to Kibum's bedroom.

"KIBUM-AH!" Jonghyun screeches, pretty much flying across the room and landing on a pile of person. Kibum groans and burrows under the covers, and Jonghyun has no choice but to strip the blanket from the bed, throwing it on the carpeted floor.

"Jjong, what the hell!" Kibum shouts in his face, pushing at his chest because Jonghyun's sort of in his lap at this point.

"Kibum, the ghosts. The ghosts were downstairs and trying to eat my food," Jonghyun whimpers, clinging to the other boy, his entire body shaking. Kibum softens at the words, brows nearly meeting in the middle as he searches Jonghyun's terrified face.

"Wait...you saw them?"

"N-No," Jonghyun stammers softly, almost inaudibly, fingers fitting desperately around Kibum's bare biceps. "No, but they saw me. They tried to k-kill me, Kibum," he says, burying his face in the side of the younger's neck. Kibum rubs his back, albeit hesitantly.

"Shh, it's fine, they can't get you," Kibum whispers, hooking his chin over the other boy's shoulder. Kibum sounds a bit on edge, which does nothing to calm Jonghyun's current mood.

In an unexpected, smooth motion, Kibum is pulled from under Jonghyun by an invisible force, and Jonghyun plunges face-first into the mattress in shock. He lifts his head and sees Kibum grappling at the floor, looking as if he's being dragged away by his feet.

But there's nothing there.

"Jonghyun!" Kibum is screaming helplessly, reaching out.

Jonghyun wants to die, he wants to disappear. He squeezes his eyes shut, praying. I hate this, I hate this, I hate this-

For a moment, there is a coiling pain in his chest as he's lifted into midair. Then everything becomes light.

Musical.

Jonghyun is standing outside, chilled to the bone, drenched in rain.

"The fuck," is all he blurts, hugging himself and looking around fuzzily. It's hazy what with the harsh downpour taking place, so he can't really tell where is. He doesn't recognize the neighborhood he's in, unsurprisingly, he just knows he's freezing and annoyed and needs to find some shelter ASAP.

"Jonghyun!" he hears a cheery voice call, and he turns around reluctantly, only to be met with Kibum approaching with an almost impossibly extensive smile on his lips, umbrella over his head.

"You look cold," Kibum jokes harmlessly, stepping close so the umbrella shields the two of them.

"Yeah, a bit," Jonghyun deadpans. "Anyway, why're you taking a walk in the rain?"

"I think I should be asking you that," Kibum grins, head tilting cutely. "After all, I have an umbrella-you're just standing out here being miserable."

It's not my fault, Jonghyun wants to say, but shrugs instead, body shivering.

"Don't let it get you down," Kibum says, looking way too friendly, patting the older boy's shoulder reassuringly. "You know what makes me happy when I'm in a bad mood?"

"Don't wanna know," Jonghyun sniffs.

"Singing," Kibum answers anyway, eyes glimmering.

"Please, no," Jonghyun says, eyes widening horrifically.

Kibum's lips curl and he begins circling Jonghyun to an invisible beat, hop to his step. "I'm..."

"Have mercy, Kibum, please," Jonghyun cries, desperation in his tone.

"...Singin' in the rain!" Kibum croons loudly, a background instrumental track magically commencing, "Just singin' in the rain! What a glorious feeling, I'm happy again!"

Jonghyun covers his ears snugly and wishes as hard as he can to abscond.

Luckily for him, when he opens his eyes again, it's dry and there's no creepily-blissful Kibum standing before him.

Superhero Film.

Jonghyun's standing in the middle of what looks to be downtown New York City, and he blinks when he sees a car being flung into a skyscraper, causing a colossal explosion.

He's a safe distance from that, though, so he continues to stand dumbly, looking around. He then notices that he's not very comfortable and glances down, nearly jumping out of his skin when he sees his attire.

He's in a green, black, and white costume, tights and cape included. He flushes a bit, self-consciously glancing around. He then notices his slightly obscured vision and realizes he's wearing a mask over his eyes.

"Jonghyun, don't just stand there, damn it, move!" Kibum's voice urgently bellows.

Jonghyun spins around and all-but gasps when he sees Kibum gracefully swooping through the sky, dodging spears of sharp ice like an expert.

"Oh my God," is all he stupidly mouths, watching the scene unfold. Kibum flies downward and scoops Jonghyun up by his armpits in one swift movement, soaring "up, up and away", God forbid, circling around a building to shield themselves from the ice bullets.

Jonghyun squeaks when he looks down and sees his feet dangling above the cityscape. "I thought you were afraid of heights!" he says, face tremendously pale.

"And I thought you were smart enough to use your force field when there's bullets coming right at your face, but apparently we were both wrong, huh?" Kibum spats, hoisting Jonghyun a little higher and the latter squeals, wishing he had something to hold onto.

"I-I panicked," Jonghyun excuses himself lamely.

Kibum scoffs from above him, chin digging into the crown of Jonghyun's head. "Uh-huh. Anyway, that was a mediocre mistake. Next time I might not be here to save your ass, so," he stops himself and flies at perhaps the speed of light when the window of a building shatters beside them.

Kibum sighs, sounding exasperated as he sets Jonghyun safely on the ground. "Help me out this time, will you?" he says, voice harsh, and Jonghyun winces. "Sorry," Kibum adds an instant later, anger lessening into remorse. He then glides to the miniature army of robots, occasionally becoming invisible to confuse them.

Jonghyun gapes. "Unfair!" he mutters under his breath. "He has flight and invisibility? Then what good am I?!"

From afar, Jonghyun can see one of the robots traveling steadily through the lake in the town park, obviously targeting Kibum. Jonghyun's eyes darken with possessiveness and he clenches his fists, readying himself in a battle stance. The only problem is he isn't sure what he's capable of.

Force fields, Kibum had said. He closes his eyes, focusing on creating such a thing, just for kicks, and sure enough, a transparent circle surrounds him, separating him from everything else. Jonghyun laughs in victory and incredulity, raising a fist. He then focuses on destroying that robot, because God knows he isn't laying a finger on Kibum while Jonghyun's around.

He concentrates hard, watching the robot's every move, and seconds later the android slowly floats up in an invisible sphere, ruthlessly being thrown across the town and landing atop one of the skyscrapers. Jonghyun is beyond giddy at this point and begins dancing foolishly in triumph.

"You got one, nice going," Kibum shouts emotionlessly, and Jonghyun looks up to see the younger boy fighting off a robot, obviously using all of his strength because the veins in his forehead and neck are appearing, straining against his skin. Jonghyun runs over, eyes widening when he travels way faster than he expected.

This is the shit, Jonghyun thinks distractedly, helping Kibum fight off the enemy. This is probably the climax of the movie, Jonghyun ponders when the last remaining robot bursts into a million pieces, raining on the applauding townspeople.

They stand there, exhausted, and Kibum smiles at Jonghyun, eyes soft. Jonghyun returns the gesture, his stomach flipping over itself because wow, Kibum looks really nice in an icy blue mask and snug, white body suit.

"Good work," Kibum congratulates quietly, for Jonghyun's ears only. Jonghyun catches the paparazzi rushing over to interview them and take pictures, but he's sort of dazed. He snaps out of his trance, however, when Kibum grabs his hand, raising it above them with his own. The crowd that flocks the streets roar with enthusiastic cheers of thanks, and Jonghyun stares, expressionless, wondering if being a superhero is something he can do for the rest of his life.

Apparently not, because Kibum's hand slips from his in a flash, and the crowd disappears, dissolving into a completely new landscape.

Chick Flick.

"And, like, we maintained eye contact for three seconds. Three seconds, Jjong, it was fucking magical. Then he turned away and went back to talking with his friend, but I was...Jjong? Are you even listening to me?"

Jonghyun blinks, finding himself at his school cafeteria, sitting at a lunch table with Kibum. His friend looks quite pissed, so Jonghyun promptly nods, putting on innocent eyes and pretending he heard every word.

Kibum still looks a bit skeptical as he munches on his salad. He stops mid-bite, then swallows, gagging shortly after. Jonghyun looks at him strangely; Kibum breaks into a coughing fit.

"Are you...all right?" Jonghyun asks, guardedly eyeing his red-faced friend who is now pounding a fist to his chest.

"I ate-" Kibum wheezes, eyes teary, "I ate a fucking carrot."

Jonghyun bits his lip to stifle a giggle. This version of Kibum seems to be closest to the existent one.

"Don't laugh, you asshole," Kibum orders hoarsely. He clears his throat, wiping at the tears in his eyes vigorously. "It's not funny."

"It's pretty funny," Jonghyun smiles, squishing his cheek to his fist.

Kibum glares at him, cheeks slightly flushed, before he stiffens entirely, eyes darting to a place behind Jonghyun. Curious, the latter rotates in his chair, only to see Minho approaching, expression somewhat uneasy. When Jonghyun turns around again, Kibum is staring at the tabletop and blushing furiously, nervously tucking locks of hair behind his ears.

"Uh...hi," Minho greets, eyes locked on Kibum. Kibum lifts his head and offers a shaky, coy smile, and Minho mirrors the gesture, palm rubbing at his nape.

Jonghyun watches through cut-in-half eyes, vision going slightly red.

"Oh," Minho seems to just now recognize Jonghyun, so he bows civilly. "Hello, hyung."

"Hi," Jonghyun grunts rudely, and he sees Kibum send him a sharp glance from his peripheral. He doesn't acknowledge it.

"So...Kibum-hyung," Minho starts, straightening up and facing the slightly older. Kibum perks a bit, too obviously, in Jonghyun's opinion, eyes radiating with hope.

"Yes?"

"Uh," Minho seems to lose his motive, eyes discouraged. "I...you know, we're paired up on that project in biology and everything..."

"Yeah," Kibum urges, posture seemingly improving with each passing second.

"So maybe we could...drop by my house after school and work on it? We can just walk home together."

Jonghyun watches as Kibum's whole facade goes shy, cheeks pink and smile atypically bashful. "I'd love that," he murmurs sweetly.

That's it, Jonghyun thinks, standing from his seat heatedly and causing a clutter. He attracts some attention, predictably, when he tugs Minho forward by his collar, pulling him down so they're at eye level.

"Jjong, what the hell-" Kibum is saying, but Jonghyun blocks it out and locks his blazing eyes with Minho's round, confused ones.

"Don't you even think about touching him, you hear me?" Jonghyun growls, and before he knows what he's doing, he sends the most powerful punch he can muster to the center of Minho's nose. He gasps silently when Minho blocks the attack.

"Are you his fucking boyfriend or something?" Minho asks with a fiery, threatening gaze, and Jonghyun falters for a moment.

He recomposes himself, though, and pushes at the other boy with a ragged battle cry, sending the two of them to land over the surface of one of the lunch tables. Jonghyun can hear Kibum screaming for him to stop as he struggles to rip Minho to shreds, but he can't help himself. The unwanted feeling of envy is already pumping through his veins, and his only thought now is to make Minho incapable of walking so that he and Kibum are unable to go home together.

"Cut it out!" Kibum sobs, peeling Jonghyun from Minho by roughly yanking his head up. Jonghyun winces at Kibum's harsh grip at his roots, but he pauses his thrashing when he sees Kibum's face. His eyes are clouded with tears, pronounced cheekbones red with anger.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing," Kibum bites out, voice cracking, face the picture of pure rage (and disappointment).

Jonghyun's hands lifelessly fall to his sides as he still straddles Minho. Minho's gone still as well, and Kibum's grip on Jonghyun's hair becomes lax when a teacher strides over to accompany them to the principal's office.

Jonghyun feels like throwing up when he leaves the cafeteria, the last thing he sees being Kibum rubbing his eyes over his sleeve.

Pornography.

Jonghyun finds himself on a recliner, watching television. He sighs in relief since he's out of that hellhole, but nevertheless, he's still troubled. He had gotten so jealous, so furious from the way Kibum was acting earlier. Luckily that world is a thing of the past now, but still. Jonghyun rakes a hand through his hair and exhales noisily, attempting to focus on the drama that appears to be playing.

He wonders vaguely where Kibum is, considering he's been in every other world Jonghyun's visited, but his thought is cleared when the doorbell rings. He rises from his seat and rushes over eagerly-for some reason, he has the strong urge to see his younger friend.

When he opens the door, Kibum is standing there with a cap and red and white uniform, a packaged pizza in his hands. He raises an eyebrow at Jonghyun, pink tongue peeking out to sweep over his lower lip. Jonghyun watches dazedly as the swell of his lip glistens under the porch light, then snaps out of it, shaking his head.

"Oh-how much?" he asks, reaching for his back pocket. Kibum's hand shoots out and thin fingers wrap around his wrist, ceasing him. Jonghyun meets Kibum's eyes uncertainly and the blonde steps inside the house without permission, progressing to the couch.

All right then, Jonghyun thinks, shutting the door and joining the other boy. Kibum places the pizza on the coffee table, then turns to face Jonghyun, his hands slithering up his body to unbutton his uniform.

"Um," Jonghyun says, eyes wide.

"You don't have to pay," Kibum murmurs, shrugging his shirt off to reveal his pale, flaw-free torso, "with money, that is."

Background music suddenly initiates, and Jonghyun finally sees the light when he hears the horrendous tune of 'bow-chika-wow-wow'.

"Oh God, no," is all Jonghyun thinks to say as Kibum advances closer.

"You'll like it, I promise," Kibum purrs, and damn does that show potential, but Jonghyun is not about to have sex with his best friend, even if this world is fictional. He imagines the mental images would haunt him until death.

"I-Kibum, we can't," he says, then stumbles over his feet, falling back onto the sofa. Kibum pounces on him predatorily, eyes dark and lusty as his tongue lolls across his lips languidly.

"Hm? Come on, just give me a spin," Kibum mumbles, and Jonghyun frankly wants to puke at this porn's script. But, wait, do porns even have scripts?

Kibum takes both of Jonghyun's hands in his, guiding them to his backside. Jonghyun ogles him with large eyes, fingers trembling over the soft mounds of his ass that are currently hiding behind too-tight-to-be-standard-pizza-man-attire slacks. Kibum pushes back against his hands impatiently, and when Jonghyun's hands instinctively latch to the flesh, the younger moans like an honest-to-God slut, tilting his head back as he grinds his crotch to Jonghyun's.

Jonghyun is dizzy, his mind reeling and all he comprehends is that it's hot-hot, hot, hot and ripping off his clothes sounds like quite the appropriate first priority right now.

"Fuck," he hisses as Kibum rocks into him, their cocks bumping and creating a friction Jonghyun never knew existed. "Fuck, Kibum, fuck."

The blonde boy desperately crushes his lips to Jonghyun's, forcing his mouth open with his overwhelmingly direct tongue. Clearly Kibum is dominating this kiss, but hell if Jonghyun cares when the most fucking attractive person on Earth wants to fuck him.

Maybe Jonghyun doesn't want to leave this world at all; that's what he thinks, at least, as Kibum fists his cock, pulling it from the confines of his jeans. Living in a world of pornographic bliss with Kibum sure doesn't sound like a negative notion at all.

But he knows...He knows there's something missing. Something isn't right.

He opens his hooded eyes and Kibum is dissolving into specs and dots, evaporating into thin air, and Jonghyun isn't surprised. His only concern is his half-hard dick as the world suddenly warps and spins, relocating him for the nth time.

Romance.

Jonghyun is standing on a hill. It's warm, but a comfortable warm. His hands are hooked over a balcony that seemingly cages this fine-looking hill, and Jonghyun sighs delightfully as he studies the cityscape before him, the distant sounds of car horns and chatter music to his ears.

"My hands are cold."

Jonghyun whips his head to the side and Kibum, sure enough, is standing there beside him, analyzing the panorama as well. His eyes are reflecting the dazzling lights of the city and Jonghyun kind of wants to store this moment in his brain forever, print it out and tack it to his collage of photographs.

"Your hands are always cold," Jonghyun teases conversationally, voice just above a whisper, because that's really all he needs, his body automatically twisting a bit so he can face the younger.

Kibum spares a glower through the corner of his eyes. "I can't help it."

Jonghyun dares a step nearer, his courage unexpectedly skyrocketing. "Would you like my jacket?" he asks as he forces himself into Kibum's line of sight, looking up at him through big, genuine eyes.

Kibum looks at him, his lips twitching in just the slightest, cheeks warming with a soft pink and wow, has he always been so incredibly gorgeous?

"This is easier," Kibum replies, and Jonghyun is sort of thwarted for a moment before his younger friend angles his body toward Jonghyun, taking his hands in his own cool ones.

Jonghyun blinks. Oh.

"I'm warm, right?" he tries to be cocky, but the attempt dithers and gives himself away.

Kibum laughs. It's all Jonghyun needs to hear.

He raises on his toes just barely, lids fluttering shut as he presses the tiniest of kisses to the tip of Kibum's nose. The latter's hands squeeze briefly around his own before he pulls back, smiling against his will. Kibum smiles shyly in return and that grants him the bravery to boldly tug the younger forward by his hands, their lips colliding in a clumsy (perfect) clash.

"Mmph," Kibum hums in shock, and his hands mangle from Jonghyun's grip, suddenly flat against his shoulders. Jonghyun thinks he'll be pushed away but contrary, Kibum pulls him impossibly closer, arms folding around his neck, their bodies fitting together snugly, contentedly. Jonghyun's hands soothe Kibum's sides, caressing him through his sweater.

They break apart and their exhales blanket each other's lips and God, does Jonghyun feel cheesy. He feels so cheesy that he wants to laugh. And laugh he does, he tips his head back carelessly and just laughs because God knows he's giddy, more so than he's ever been and he can't really think of a thing to complain about, really.

"What's so funny?"

Jonghyun snaps his eyes open, and he's sitting on the sofa in his living room, his entire right side asleep and tingling with discomfort. When he turns his head he sees Kibum curled into him, chin on his chest and arm draped over his waist, looking up at him strangely.

"Huh?" he blinks, vision unfocused.

"You were laughing," Kibum supplies, and Jonghyun blinks yet again, this time in confusion.

"Oh, I had a...funny dream," he defends lamely.

"I think you're the first person I've met who laughs in his sleep," Kibum rolls his eyes.

Jonghyun smiles a little, just a little, catching a glimpse of credits rolling up the television screen. He openly can't list all the movies they've watched; by now it's probably mid-afternoon and they started their late-night movie marathon the previous night around eight.

"One more," Kibum mumbles groggily, eyelids drooping. "We still have one more."

Jonghyun chuckles as Kibum fights to stay awake. He gingerly presses on Kibum's back with his palm, turning him over, allowing him to rest over him. Kibum's head drops into his lap and he gazes up at the elder, eyes misty with sleepy puzzlement.

"I think that's enough for one night," Jonghyun whispers, and he honestly doesn't want to watch another movie for maybe a month.

"But we didn't...finish..." Kibum slurs, eyes closing and lips hardly moving.

"Shh," Jonghyun soothes, petting Kibum's hair. "We'll watch it later."

And as Kibum smiles drowsily, finally dozing off into unconsciousness, Jonghyun figures he wouldn't want to be in a posh mansion, in New York City, fighting crime, or even pinned down by a horny Kibum.

Nah, he likes it right where he is.

A/N: I'm not even entirely sure what this is supposed to be. it's full of crack, imo, which I don't usually write but whatever. I found this sitting around half-finished and re-read it literally not remembering any of the words I had typed prior. so I just said what the hell and went with it and it somehow ended up finished. XD

sort of out of my comfort zone, but try to enjoy this anyway. XD;;