In Reverse
Title: In Reverse
Pairing: JongKey
Genre: Romance, au
Rating: R
Word Count: 2,400
Summary: And just before he died, his life flashed before his eyes.
Notes: The events in this story occur IN REVERSE, hence the title. I've added dates to make it a little simpler.
2055.
kibum rakes his eyes over the inside of the casket. the people who dressed jonghyun had done a lovely job. he's clad in an uncomplicated, flattering black suit, fully-gray hair primped to perfection. kibum raises a shaky hand, reaching out to trace the wrinkles around jonghyun's eyes. the younger man smiles affectionately. "old man," he coos playfully.
when his hand slides downward, it swipes over strong hands that are folded, perched neatly over their owner's chest. kibum absently sketches minute circles onto the bluish purple veins that lead up to jonghyun's knuckles. his skin is freezing. kibum studies his loved one's face one final time before biting his lip, retracting his hand.
i'm sorry for your loss; it's like a chant, almost beleaguering. it's so utterly repetitive, and the annoyance of the words must show on kibum's face because the guests at the funeral keep their distance. there is an eerie aura surrounding the man, one that screams just leave me be.
the flowers that embellish the perimeter of jonghyun's resting place appear to be hibiscus, flushed with cherry, acting as ornaments to the casket. their presence sparks a twitch in kibum, one of great sorrow. such a happy flower shouldn't be decorating such a wretched scene.
"thanks," kibum mouths, lashes clumping, as a couple of men begin to transfer the casket out, moving jonghyun to his new home in the mausoleum.
2035.
kibum finds himself in a familiar bed, sated and spent. the sound of heavy breathing fills the otherwise soundless room. sunlight is struggling to pass through the blinds, but only selective slits of the natural light thrive. it's warm; comfortable, kibum decides.
"i'm getting too old for this," a soft, tenor voice laughs, breathless. kibum rotates to his side, propping himself on an elbow, studying the man that lay beside him, inspecting the ribbons of clear white that paint his abdomen. kibum smirks, praising his handiwork, relishing in the glow that emits from his lover each time they partake in some early-morning exercise.
"you always come back for more, though," kibum purrs, swiping a clammy hand down jonghyun's chest. the elder man shudders, squirming a little, albeit giddily.
"'cause you're so good," he admits shamelessly, eyes flirty.
kibum hums in easy agreement, his hand trailing off course in search for jonghyun's. their palms meet blindly, fingers naturally weaving, pale against tan.
"you're beautiful," jonghyun murmurs, eyes gazing up at the younger man, free hand lifting to sweep kibum's hair from his eyes with utmost tenderness and consideration.
kibum's lips turn up softly. "you're beautiful."
an unexpected sigh passes through the seam of jonghyun's still-swollen lips. "you do know that if we didn't live in such a judging place, I'd..." he doesn't finish his sentence, eyes dropping to kibum's chest as a supposed escape route. kibum tips his chin up, grave.
"what was that?"
"I said...if we lived somewhere else...you would by my...or rather, I’d ask you to..."
kibum's eyes narrow, not with suspicion, but with calculation. "you'd ask me to..." he chews his lip for a moment, watches as jonghyun's eyes slowly drag up his arm, meeting kibum's once again. "to marry you." it isn't a question. not anymore.
"yeah," jonghyun breathes, clearing his throat.
kibum's hand squeezes jonghyun's, a reassurance. jonghyun's wet, timid eyes once again drift back to his lover's, almost like a pattern.
"well don't cry about it, baby," kibum teases, lighthearted, but he feels a bit of a warm burn behind his own eyelids, too. "I would say yes, you know."
jonghyun's hand slithers out of kibum's grasp, both of his palms raising to clasp the pale boy's porcelain cheeks, thumbs massaging back and forth over the elegant slope of his raised cheekbones.
"then we'll just do it here. right now. I do," jonghyun grins, the salty liquid in his eyes growing ever more.
kibum laughs, willing the tears away. he doesn't succeed. a tear drops, splashing between jonghyun's collarbones. "I do."
"then it's settled," the elder mumbles, tugging kibum down for a fond kiss.
2034.
"i don't feel so hot," jonghyun sighs, slumping onto the couch. kibum scrutinizes the elder male, concluding that he doesn't look so hot either, considering his overly-pale flesh and sunken cheeks.
kibum stands over him, pressing a cool palm to his forehead. his eyes widen. "my god, you're burning up..." he mutters with plain revelation, brows knitting close together.
"I...I don't care," jonghyun half-pants, shaking his head to persuade kibum's hand away. "I still wanna...go on that date..."
"you're not going anywhere, mister," kibum says in a scandalized voice, wearing an expression that reads, you wouldn't be able to survive one second outside.
jonghyun wilts. "but."
"we'll just have to have a date at home. dinner in bed, hm?"
jonghyun grumbles, lowering his head, and kibum knows he's simply hiding a reluctant smile.
2018.
“but she likes you,” jonghyun whines.
“but she's shitting all over the place," kibum retorts, stern.
"but..." is all jonghyun says, eyes large and innocent, matching the little puppy's next to him. he cradles her against his chest, crooning gently into her floppy ears, telling her it'll all be okay and that the mean man (aka kibum) can't hurt her.
kibum rolls his eyes. "honestly, jonghyun. it's not like I'm gonna kill her or something, I just...she's not tame enough to keep around here..."
"she's just a puppy, she'll learn," jonghyun insists, setting the pup whom he’d proudly titled roo on the carpet before standing up properly. "we can teach her, she's the child we'll never have."
"but jonghyun..." kibum persists. "the apartment doesn't even allow pets..."
jonghyun sucks his lip into his mouth, ducking his head dejectedly. kibum heaves a melodramatic sigh, barking out an exasperated fine. jonghyun pulls kibum into his arms and begins to dance delightedly, and roo skids around their feet, biting happily at their ankles, her tail a frivolous blur.
2014.
"maybe I shouldn't have asked you to move in with me," utters jonghyun. his chest is heaving. the previous silence had dragged on and on and frankly, kibum had begun to shape the idea that it would never end.
"maybe... maybe you shouldn't have," kibum counters shakily, voice frail.
jonghyun lowers his fist from where he had pounded it against the wall once out of overwhelming frustration.
"then I guess I'll just..." kibum swallows, voice thick, eyes bleary, "...go."
jonghyun doesn't speak up.
"does this mean we're over?" kibum tries again, raising his head entirely, ashamed of his tears, but too curious to not meet jonghyun's gaze during such a serious discussion.
"it...well, yeah, I guess it does," jonghyun mumbles. his fists are tight at his sides, shoulders rigid. he looks like a child about to burst into tears.
kibum heads to the bedroom to pack his things. "okay."
(kibum neatly folds his clothes, sniffing every so often. ten minutes into stuffing his belongings into a suitcase that jonghyun had bought him for his last birthday, a weight presses against his back, warmth blanketing him; he gasps.
ten minutes after that, he is naked, jonghyun above him.)
2012.
kibum smirks, loftiness radiating from his perfectly-squared shoulders, his drumming fingertips and sleek, focused eyes.
jonghyun, meanwhile, is gradually descending in the passenger seat, arms folded, lips pursed and brows furrowed. kibum catches a peek of him and snickers, finding the way his biceps bulge when he's in such a childish position a charming irony.
"jealous much?" kibum guesses, head tilting a little higher.
"just 'cause you know how to drive doesn't mean anything," jonghyun assures briskly (a bit too briskly, actually). "and just 'cause you're in the driver's seat like that doesn't make you look sexy. nope. not at all."
kibum lifts a brow. what is jonghyun going on about now?
"what're you going on about now?"
"nothing. nothing at all." jonghyun turns his head, and kibum can see jonghyun looking him over intensely purely from his peripheral.
"it's not like you look hot or anything."
"mhmm."
"nope. driving definitely doesn't up your looks."
"mhmm."
jonghyun emits a horrid whine, one that makes kibum squeeze an eye shut, it bothers his cranium so much.
"why are you so fucking sexy? I mean, you're just driving! but you look so damn good I mean...you're so...damn," jonghyun breathes.
kibum straightens a little. "yeah...?"
"yeah." jonghyun sounds like he's drooling.
kibum attempts to put his smirk back in its place, but he has a little bit of trouble; his lips are trembling into a smile and his cheeks are warming up with a welcomed heat from the unexpected compliments.
"you know...we could play a game since your parents’ house isn't for like another half hour...I'll suck you off and you drive, deal?"
"do you know how dangerous that is?" kibum utters, glancing at his boyfriend dully.
"yeah, but do you know how fun it could be?" jonghyun grins.
"it's not..." kibum snaps his gaze down when jonghyun's fingers reach for his button. "jjong..."
"shh," jonghyun cuts in, plump lips curling into a tricky smile. "shut up and drive."
kibum rolls his eyes. he doesn't protest, but he doesn't shut up, either (nudge nudge).
2009.
"so, uh. when you had this in mind did you picture yourself above or below me?" jonghyun utters in an edgy voice, though kibum personally thinks it's downright sexy considering how raw his throat currently sounds.
"I..." kibum trails off as jonghyun's fist circles him with just enough pressure, jerking him in full, rewarding strokes. "I don't..." he fades into a moan this time, and then begins desperately bucking his hips from where he lay on his bed, his eyes squeezing shut in frustration. "I don't know, jjong! just--just do something please, dear god--"
jonghyun surprises him when he lets go of him altogether. kibum searches his mind for his most vivid profanities, but before he can let them rip, a soft set of lips press against his own, sending his mind into a state of stunned vacuity for a brief moment.
when the older male draws back, kibum is struck speechless, eyes broadened as he discovers the solemnity and concern that is swirling around in his boyfriend's warm chocolate eyes.
"I don't wanna hurt you..." jonghyun bows his head. "I'm scared, kibum."
kibum stares dumbly for a few seconds before reaching out, hovering a palm over the back of jonghyun's head. his hand trembles.
"babe..." he tries. he's never used the endearment before, and it causes jonghyun to immediately lift his head. kibum flushes, fingers raking their way through his lover's wild hair.
"i'm scared, too. but don't worry about me. i'll be perfectly fine since it's you." he leans in, plants a gentle kiss to the expanse of jonghyun's sticky forehead. his bare thighs part a greater distance, then proceed to bind around jonghyun, pulling him in, urging his body closer. jonghyun gasps when his erection brushes kibum's entrance, a teasing, pleasant contact.
jonghyun's brows knit, and the fact that tears have already built in his eyes makes kibum laugh warmly. "come on," he permits, hands firm on the elder's shoulder blades.
"I love you," jonghyun sighs, and kibum arches against him, trusting jonghyun with his whole heart.
2008.
"I love you," jonghyun utters, eyes locked onto the carpet, fists extending a vibrant bouquet of red hibiscus flowers.
kibum blinks, then chuckles. his chuckles transform into laughs. soon enough, he is doubling over, tears in his eyes.
jonghyun lowers the bouquet. "is it really that funny?" he asks, pouting, but the insecurity and dread is clear in his big eyes.
"no, jjong, no. I just..." kibum straightens up again before stepping forward, accepting the flowers. "thank you."
jonghyun refuses to look kibum in the eye. the younger boy examines jonghyun with a strange (smitten) smile before setting his bouquet gingerly on the dining table. afterward, he returns to his previous spot, right before the elder.
"so, uhm...do you...I mean..." jonghyun rambles.
kibum places his hands on jonghyun's hips, and the latter looks up, meets his gaze with mild surprise. "step up," the younger beckons with a smile, and jonghyun shyly complies, his feet landing atop kibum's, balancing him. from here, he is a hair taller than kibum, and he personally really enjoys the view. though he's not going to be admitting that anytime soon.
kibum's hands clutch onto jonghyun's sides tighter, holding him perfectly in place. jonghyun bites his lip, but a small mewl escapes anyway. kibum thinks it's charming how sensitive the elder is around his hips and lower back.
"I love you, too, jonghyun."
jonghyun buries his face in kibum's neck. "well you should have mentioned that earlier, before I almost had a fucking heart attack."
kibum laughs, pecking jonghyun's ear. "I love you."
2007.
"happy sweet sixteen," jonghyun teases.
kibum nudges him with an unwilling smile. "shut up," he mutters.
everyone is doing something, aside from the two boys on the couch. minho is talking with kibum's mother as she cuts the cake, taemin and jinki are engaged in a race on the gamecube, and it's then that there's a warm pressure applied against kibum's cheek, causing him to vacantly blink.
"really...happy birthday," jonghyun whispers next to his ear, and kibum fights a shudder. "...I mean it."
kibum's heart thuds against his rib cage agonizingly. he turns his head. this is the closest jonghyun has ever been to his face before. he gulps.
wordlessly, kibum tilts his head to the side, almost like an invitation. jonghyun doesn't need telling twice, his lips growing nearer, hovering over kibum's, trembling, trembling.
when nothing happens, even after a second or two, kibum rolls his eyes, groaning, before shamelessly tangling his fingers within jonghyun's dark, styled hair, pulling him impossibly close. jonghyun gasps against his lips, but in seconds, he is kissing back, too.
kibum vaguely hears jinki utter a colorless um..., but he doesn't give a shit. it's his party and he'll do what he wants.
2005.
"you like him," jinki accuses.
"you're an imbecile," kibum decides, chewing slowly.
"I just knew it. I just knew you would like him. I am the greatest."
kibum throws a slice of pepperoni at jinki. jinki falls out of his chair.
2004.
"kibum, jonghyun; jonghyun, kibum."
kibum heaves a drawn-out sigh that leaks with disinclination in order to hide the elation and enchantment that suddenly brews on his insides. "hi."
the boy--jonghyun--cracks a loud grin. it makes kibum want to grimace in disgust (or smile with dizziness, he can't really tell).
"nice to meet you."
A/N: soooo this isn't the most serious thing I've ever written, clearly. it's supposed to be all gross and baseless. the point of it was to get me back into the groove of writing. lately I've had less of an interest in it and I am not okay with that. I have had writer's block for far too long, and I have many ideas...I just can't get them typed. I'm going to be busy these next few weeks what with school and stuff but I will try to write more often. also, this was inspired by a vocaloid song appropriately named in reverse. I really liked the song so yeah, got my inspiration there. OTL sorry I'm being all boring but yeah I'll just stop while I'm ahead. BYE.
oh and special thanks to whitney for sitting on skype with me and giving me random little snippets for ideas. she kept encouraging me and she's part of the reason why this was finished. so thank you whitney!! \o/ ♥
Pairing: JongKey
Genre: Romance, au
Rating: R
Word Count: 2,400
Summary: And just before he died, his life flashed before his eyes.
Notes: The events in this story occur IN REVERSE, hence the title. I've added dates to make it a little simpler.
2055.
kibum rakes his eyes over the inside of the casket. the people who dressed jonghyun had done a lovely job. he's clad in an uncomplicated, flattering black suit, fully-gray hair primped to perfection. kibum raises a shaky hand, reaching out to trace the wrinkles around jonghyun's eyes. the younger man smiles affectionately. "old man," he coos playfully.
when his hand slides downward, it swipes over strong hands that are folded, perched neatly over their owner's chest. kibum absently sketches minute circles onto the bluish purple veins that lead up to jonghyun's knuckles. his skin is freezing. kibum studies his loved one's face one final time before biting his lip, retracting his hand.
i'm sorry for your loss; it's like a chant, almost beleaguering. it's so utterly repetitive, and the annoyance of the words must show on kibum's face because the guests at the funeral keep their distance. there is an eerie aura surrounding the man, one that screams just leave me be.
the flowers that embellish the perimeter of jonghyun's resting place appear to be hibiscus, flushed with cherry, acting as ornaments to the casket. their presence sparks a twitch in kibum, one of great sorrow. such a happy flower shouldn't be decorating such a wretched scene.
"thanks," kibum mouths, lashes clumping, as a couple of men begin to transfer the casket out, moving jonghyun to his new home in the mausoleum.
2035.
kibum finds himself in a familiar bed, sated and spent. the sound of heavy breathing fills the otherwise soundless room. sunlight is struggling to pass through the blinds, but only selective slits of the natural light thrive. it's warm; comfortable, kibum decides.
"i'm getting too old for this," a soft, tenor voice laughs, breathless. kibum rotates to his side, propping himself on an elbow, studying the man that lay beside him, inspecting the ribbons of clear white that paint his abdomen. kibum smirks, praising his handiwork, relishing in the glow that emits from his lover each time they partake in some early-morning exercise.
"you always come back for more, though," kibum purrs, swiping a clammy hand down jonghyun's chest. the elder man shudders, squirming a little, albeit giddily.
"'cause you're so good," he admits shamelessly, eyes flirty.
kibum hums in easy agreement, his hand trailing off course in search for jonghyun's. their palms meet blindly, fingers naturally weaving, pale against tan.
"you're beautiful," jonghyun murmurs, eyes gazing up at the younger man, free hand lifting to sweep kibum's hair from his eyes with utmost tenderness and consideration.
kibum's lips turn up softly. "you're beautiful."
an unexpected sigh passes through the seam of jonghyun's still-swollen lips. "you do know that if we didn't live in such a judging place, I'd..." he doesn't finish his sentence, eyes dropping to kibum's chest as a supposed escape route. kibum tips his chin up, grave.
"what was that?"
"I said...if we lived somewhere else...you would by my...or rather, I’d ask you to..."
kibum's eyes narrow, not with suspicion, but with calculation. "you'd ask me to..." he chews his lip for a moment, watches as jonghyun's eyes slowly drag up his arm, meeting kibum's once again. "to marry you." it isn't a question. not anymore.
"yeah," jonghyun breathes, clearing his throat.
kibum's hand squeezes jonghyun's, a reassurance. jonghyun's wet, timid eyes once again drift back to his lover's, almost like a pattern.
"well don't cry about it, baby," kibum teases, lighthearted, but he feels a bit of a warm burn behind his own eyelids, too. "I would say yes, you know."
jonghyun's hand slithers out of kibum's grasp, both of his palms raising to clasp the pale boy's porcelain cheeks, thumbs massaging back and forth over the elegant slope of his raised cheekbones.
"then we'll just do it here. right now. I do," jonghyun grins, the salty liquid in his eyes growing ever more.
kibum laughs, willing the tears away. he doesn't succeed. a tear drops, splashing between jonghyun's collarbones. "I do."
"then it's settled," the elder mumbles, tugging kibum down for a fond kiss.
2034.
"i don't feel so hot," jonghyun sighs, slumping onto the couch. kibum scrutinizes the elder male, concluding that he doesn't look so hot either, considering his overly-pale flesh and sunken cheeks.
kibum stands over him, pressing a cool palm to his forehead. his eyes widen. "my god, you're burning up..." he mutters with plain revelation, brows knitting close together.
"I...I don't care," jonghyun half-pants, shaking his head to persuade kibum's hand away. "I still wanna...go on that date..."
"you're not going anywhere, mister," kibum says in a scandalized voice, wearing an expression that reads, you wouldn't be able to survive one second outside.
jonghyun wilts. "but."
"we'll just have to have a date at home. dinner in bed, hm?"
jonghyun grumbles, lowering his head, and kibum knows he's simply hiding a reluctant smile.
2018.
“but she likes you,” jonghyun whines.
“but she's shitting all over the place," kibum retorts, stern.
"but..." is all jonghyun says, eyes large and innocent, matching the little puppy's next to him. he cradles her against his chest, crooning gently into her floppy ears, telling her it'll all be okay and that the mean man (aka kibum) can't hurt her.
kibum rolls his eyes. "honestly, jonghyun. it's not like I'm gonna kill her or something, I just...she's not tame enough to keep around here..."
"she's just a puppy, she'll learn," jonghyun insists, setting the pup whom he’d proudly titled roo on the carpet before standing up properly. "we can teach her, she's the child we'll never have."
"but jonghyun..." kibum persists. "the apartment doesn't even allow pets..."
jonghyun sucks his lip into his mouth, ducking his head dejectedly. kibum heaves a melodramatic sigh, barking out an exasperated fine. jonghyun pulls kibum into his arms and begins to dance delightedly, and roo skids around their feet, biting happily at their ankles, her tail a frivolous blur.
2014.
"maybe I shouldn't have asked you to move in with me," utters jonghyun. his chest is heaving. the previous silence had dragged on and on and frankly, kibum had begun to shape the idea that it would never end.
"maybe... maybe you shouldn't have," kibum counters shakily, voice frail.
jonghyun lowers his fist from where he had pounded it against the wall once out of overwhelming frustration.
"then I guess I'll just..." kibum swallows, voice thick, eyes bleary, "...go."
jonghyun doesn't speak up.
"does this mean we're over?" kibum tries again, raising his head entirely, ashamed of his tears, but too curious to not meet jonghyun's gaze during such a serious discussion.
"it...well, yeah, I guess it does," jonghyun mumbles. his fists are tight at his sides, shoulders rigid. he looks like a child about to burst into tears.
kibum heads to the bedroom to pack his things. "okay."
(kibum neatly folds his clothes, sniffing every so often. ten minutes into stuffing his belongings into a suitcase that jonghyun had bought him for his last birthday, a weight presses against his back, warmth blanketing him; he gasps.
ten minutes after that, he is naked, jonghyun above him.)
2012.
kibum smirks, loftiness radiating from his perfectly-squared shoulders, his drumming fingertips and sleek, focused eyes.
jonghyun, meanwhile, is gradually descending in the passenger seat, arms folded, lips pursed and brows furrowed. kibum catches a peek of him and snickers, finding the way his biceps bulge when he's in such a childish position a charming irony.
"jealous much?" kibum guesses, head tilting a little higher.
"just 'cause you know how to drive doesn't mean anything," jonghyun assures briskly (a bit too briskly, actually). "and just 'cause you're in the driver's seat like that doesn't make you look sexy. nope. not at all."
kibum lifts a brow. what is jonghyun going on about now?
"what're you going on about now?"
"nothing. nothing at all." jonghyun turns his head, and kibum can see jonghyun looking him over intensely purely from his peripheral.
"it's not like you look hot or anything."
"mhmm."
"nope. driving definitely doesn't up your looks."
"mhmm."
jonghyun emits a horrid whine, one that makes kibum squeeze an eye shut, it bothers his cranium so much.
"why are you so fucking sexy? I mean, you're just driving! but you look so damn good I mean...you're so...damn," jonghyun breathes.
kibum straightens a little. "yeah...?"
"yeah." jonghyun sounds like he's drooling.
kibum attempts to put his smirk back in its place, but he has a little bit of trouble; his lips are trembling into a smile and his cheeks are warming up with a welcomed heat from the unexpected compliments.
"you know...we could play a game since your parents’ house isn't for like another half hour...I'll suck you off and you drive, deal?"
"do you know how dangerous that is?" kibum utters, glancing at his boyfriend dully.
"yeah, but do you know how fun it could be?" jonghyun grins.
"it's not..." kibum snaps his gaze down when jonghyun's fingers reach for his button. "jjong..."
"shh," jonghyun cuts in, plump lips curling into a tricky smile. "shut up and drive."
kibum rolls his eyes. he doesn't protest, but he doesn't shut up, either (nudge nudge).
2009.
"so, uh. when you had this in mind did you picture yourself above or below me?" jonghyun utters in an edgy voice, though kibum personally thinks it's downright sexy considering how raw his throat currently sounds.
"I..." kibum trails off as jonghyun's fist circles him with just enough pressure, jerking him in full, rewarding strokes. "I don't..." he fades into a moan this time, and then begins desperately bucking his hips from where he lay on his bed, his eyes squeezing shut in frustration. "I don't know, jjong! just--just do something please, dear god--"
jonghyun surprises him when he lets go of him altogether. kibum searches his mind for his most vivid profanities, but before he can let them rip, a soft set of lips press against his own, sending his mind into a state of stunned vacuity for a brief moment.
when the older male draws back, kibum is struck speechless, eyes broadened as he discovers the solemnity and concern that is swirling around in his boyfriend's warm chocolate eyes.
"I don't wanna hurt you..." jonghyun bows his head. "I'm scared, kibum."
kibum stares dumbly for a few seconds before reaching out, hovering a palm over the back of jonghyun's head. his hand trembles.
"babe..." he tries. he's never used the endearment before, and it causes jonghyun to immediately lift his head. kibum flushes, fingers raking their way through his lover's wild hair.
"i'm scared, too. but don't worry about me. i'll be perfectly fine since it's you." he leans in, plants a gentle kiss to the expanse of jonghyun's sticky forehead. his bare thighs part a greater distance, then proceed to bind around jonghyun, pulling him in, urging his body closer. jonghyun gasps when his erection brushes kibum's entrance, a teasing, pleasant contact.
jonghyun's brows knit, and the fact that tears have already built in his eyes makes kibum laugh warmly. "come on," he permits, hands firm on the elder's shoulder blades.
"I love you," jonghyun sighs, and kibum arches against him, trusting jonghyun with his whole heart.
2008.
"I love you," jonghyun utters, eyes locked onto the carpet, fists extending a vibrant bouquet of red hibiscus flowers.
kibum blinks, then chuckles. his chuckles transform into laughs. soon enough, he is doubling over, tears in his eyes.
jonghyun lowers the bouquet. "is it really that funny?" he asks, pouting, but the insecurity and dread is clear in his big eyes.
"no, jjong, no. I just..." kibum straightens up again before stepping forward, accepting the flowers. "thank you."
jonghyun refuses to look kibum in the eye. the younger boy examines jonghyun with a strange (smitten) smile before setting his bouquet gingerly on the dining table. afterward, he returns to his previous spot, right before the elder.
"so, uhm...do you...I mean..." jonghyun rambles.
kibum places his hands on jonghyun's hips, and the latter looks up, meets his gaze with mild surprise. "step up," the younger beckons with a smile, and jonghyun shyly complies, his feet landing atop kibum's, balancing him. from here, he is a hair taller than kibum, and he personally really enjoys the view. though he's not going to be admitting that anytime soon.
kibum's hands clutch onto jonghyun's sides tighter, holding him perfectly in place. jonghyun bites his lip, but a small mewl escapes anyway. kibum thinks it's charming how sensitive the elder is around his hips and lower back.
"I love you, too, jonghyun."
jonghyun buries his face in kibum's neck. "well you should have mentioned that earlier, before I almost had a fucking heart attack."
kibum laughs, pecking jonghyun's ear. "I love you."
2007.
"happy sweet sixteen," jonghyun teases.
kibum nudges him with an unwilling smile. "shut up," he mutters.
everyone is doing something, aside from the two boys on the couch. minho is talking with kibum's mother as she cuts the cake, taemin and jinki are engaged in a race on the gamecube, and it's then that there's a warm pressure applied against kibum's cheek, causing him to vacantly blink.
"really...happy birthday," jonghyun whispers next to his ear, and kibum fights a shudder. "...I mean it."
kibum's heart thuds against his rib cage agonizingly. he turns his head. this is the closest jonghyun has ever been to his face before. he gulps.
wordlessly, kibum tilts his head to the side, almost like an invitation. jonghyun doesn't need telling twice, his lips growing nearer, hovering over kibum's, trembling, trembling.
when nothing happens, even after a second or two, kibum rolls his eyes, groaning, before shamelessly tangling his fingers within jonghyun's dark, styled hair, pulling him impossibly close. jonghyun gasps against his lips, but in seconds, he is kissing back, too.
kibum vaguely hears jinki utter a colorless um..., but he doesn't give a shit. it's his party and he'll do what he wants.
2005.
"you like him," jinki accuses.
"you're an imbecile," kibum decides, chewing slowly.
"I just knew it. I just knew you would like him. I am the greatest."
kibum throws a slice of pepperoni at jinki. jinki falls out of his chair.
2004.
"kibum, jonghyun; jonghyun, kibum."
kibum heaves a drawn-out sigh that leaks with disinclination in order to hide the elation and enchantment that suddenly brews on his insides. "hi."
the boy--jonghyun--cracks a loud grin. it makes kibum want to grimace in disgust (or smile with dizziness, he can't really tell).
"nice to meet you."
A/N: soooo this isn't the most serious thing I've ever written, clearly. it's supposed to be all gross and baseless. the point of it was to get me back into the groove of writing. lately I've had less of an interest in it and I am not okay with that. I have had writer's block for far too long, and I have many ideas...I just can't get them typed. I'm going to be busy these next few weeks what with school and stuff but I will try to write more often. also, this was inspired by a vocaloid song appropriately named in reverse. I really liked the song so yeah, got my inspiration there. OTL sorry I'm being all boring but yeah I'll just stop while I'm ahead. BYE.
oh and special thanks to whitney for sitting on skype with me and giving me random little snippets for ideas. she kept encouraging me and she's part of the reason why this was finished. so thank you whitney!! \o/ ♥