Celadon (2/?)
Author: catalepticfools
Pairing: Jongkey, Jongsica, Keytal, Henber, and other ones when they come
Rating: PG-15? NC-17? (will vary during chapters, but will go up to R at some point)
Genre: College!AU, slice of life-ishy
Warnings: Cursing, alcohol, smoking. and unbeta'd, again!
Length: ~2000
Summary: In which Kibum is a sophomore transfer student and is randomly paired to dorm with Jonghyun, who is dating Jessica. Kibum is trying to orient himself in this new university. Things happen because, well, it’s college and neither boy really knows what to do about it. It’s a whole new experience for the both of them. Also in which a ton of other kpop artists make appearances in AU form.
When Kibum opened the door, he had expected the dorm to be empty. It was a Friday night and Jonghyun did have friends and they were on a college campus where parties were happening all over the place. He had expected the boy to be pregaming, or at least on his way out. Not, you know, laying semi-naked on his bed with his girlfriend on top of him.
Jessica gave a high-pitched, embarrassed squeal and found Jonghyun’s blanket to cover herself with. Jonghyun’s eyes were wide when he whipped his head towards the door and saw Kibum standing there, with equally wide eyes.
“Shit. Fuck. I’m sorry. Shit.” Kibum was stumbling over his words and it felt as though his face was suddenly at 150 degrees. “Shit. Fuck.” He closed the door and a hand went over to cover up his eyes. He didn’t know why. He didn’t know what else to do. “Let me just, uh, get my book and … leave. Sorry. Shit.” Kibum grabbed whatever book was closest to him and turned back around. “Just, uhm, carry on. Shit. I’m sorry. Shit.” Then he closed the door.
And then he was speed walking down the hall, down the stairs and out the double doors that lead to the campus. He finally let out the breath he didn’t know he was holding and looked down at the book in his hands. Oh, great. It wasn’t even a useful book. He had picked up his Finite Mathematics book. It was completely useless to him at the moment and he had nowhere to go. He sighed, let out a low “fuck” and shoved the book in his bag. He pulled out his phone and scrolled through his contacts.
From: Kibum
To: Taemin
Free?
Kibum sent the text and walked down towards the library. At least it was warm there. His phone vibrated not 30 seconds later. He looked at the screen and was surprised to see that instead of a text back, he got a call. He smiled to himself.
“Hello?”
“Hey. What’s the problem, Key?” Taemin’s voice sounded just like it had when he had spoken to him the week beforehand. It was soft and delicate and you would assume that the owner was just the same, but Taemin was a manipulative dick. He used the charm and attractiveness he knew he had to make everything go his way. But all the same, Taemin was Key’s closest friend.
“I just saw my roommate and his girlfriend both semi-naked. And it’s my first week here.” Taemin burst out laughing. And he continued laughing for a good few seconds before calming down enough to speak.
“Rate her body on a scale from one til ten.”
“Dick.” A pause. “Eight. Maybe an eight and a half.” That earned a chuckle.
He heard Taemin inhale. “Are you smoking? I thought you quit.” He heard the boy exhale. That in itself answered the question.
“I’m not quitting until you do.” A pause and he knew the boy was inhaling again. Kibum walked to a bench and sat down. “Anyways, tell me about your new school. And your roommate. And everything.”
Kibum vented to Taemin about the past week and Taemin slid sarcastic and witty remarks where he deemed fit. It went on like that for some time before Taemin said he had to get going.
“The parties await you, I assume?” Kibum pulled out his pack of cigarettes from his pocket, taking out a stoke and lighting it up.
“It’s a Friday, Key. Of course. You should find one too. Get wasted. Get crossfaded. Fuck someone.” Kibum could hear shuffling on the other side of the phone. He assumed that Taemin had gotten up from wherever he was and was walking around.
Kibum snorted. “If only it was that easy. It’s different transferring into a place where people already have their friends made. People don’t like adding new people to their group.”
“Whatever, you’ll find away. You’re fucking Kim Kibum. I’ll talk to you later.”
And with that, they hung up and Kibum brought the cigarette back to his mouth, inhaling. It was a Friday night and he was sitting on a bench outside of the library. All he wanted was to get wasted and hook up with someone. Kibum didn’t do relationships. Kibum didn’t do anything romantic that could even remotely tie him down. No strings attached is what he was all about.
He was putting his phone back into his pocket when it vibrated in his hand. He looked at the screen and was surprised to see who the text was from.
From: Jonghyun
To: Kibum
Hey, sorry about what happened earlier, man. We weren’t expecting you back. This is really awkward. So just, I’m sorry?
Kibum’s fingers floated above the text pad. What the fuck was he supposed to say to that?
From: Kibum
To: Jonghyun
It’s alright, don’t worry about it. Sorry about barging in. Can we just pretend this never happened?
Kibum inhaled from the cigarette again, waiting for the reply. Not long after, his phone vibrated again.
From: Jonghyun
To: Kibum
Perfect. Nothing ever happened. Thank you. Also what do you think about going to a party tonight?
Kibum looked at the time on his phone. 9:08 PM. Perfect. He took another puff as he replied.
From: Kibum
To: Jonghyun
I think I’m interested. What’s going on tonight?
He got up and started walking towards the dorm again, taking one last puff before dropping the cigarette on the floor. His phone buzzed again.
From: Jonghyun
To: Kibum
We’re pregaming at Minho’s and Jinki’s room then we’re jumping frat houses. We’re friends with a few of the brothers so we get free drinks. I’m going over to the other room in maybe 20 minutes. You in?
From: Kibum
To: Jonghyun
Definitely. I’ll be back in the room in a little.
Kibum knew this was going to be a ton of fun.
--
An hour later, Kibum was buzzed. He was buzzed and sitting in a circle playing King’s Cup surrounded by people he barely knew: Jinki, Minho, Jessica, Jonghyun, some girls named Tiffany and Victoria and a guy named Dongwoon. And then there was a girl, Krystal, who caught his attention. She was cute. Different. And he was a sucker for long hair. They were already trading secret smiles. And then it was his turn.
He pulled out a card, an 8 card.
“Date! Choose someone who has to drink at the same time. Let’s get done with the alcohol and leave.” Jinki was slurring a little bit.
Kibum, of course, pointed at Krystal and took a swig of the beer in his hands. They continued the game until most of the beer was gone and everyone’s faces were tinted red.
“Okay!” Jonghyun was swaying a little bit. “It’s 11. We should leave. The brothers are going to be sad if we don’t go.” He stood up and pulled Jessica to her feet, giving her a peck on the lips.
Minho snorted. “I don’t think they’ll even know if we don’t make it.” Even so, Minho stood up, chugging down the rest of his can. Everyone else did the same, the girls laughing as Tiffany stumbled forward a bit and caught herself on Minho’s arm.
They shuffled out the door, down the stairs, out of the building and Kibum found himself walking behind Krystal who was in an animated conversation with Victoria. When Krystal turned her head to say something to the other girl, she saw Kibum and smiled at him who smirked back. Kibum knew this was definitely going to be a fun night.
They arrived at the house 10 minutes later, having to walk out of campus and to Greek Row. Jonghyun and Jessica led the group and Kibum was slightly surprised to see the guy at the door look so excited to see them. He wore a shirt with three Greek letters Kibum didn’t know - he didn’t care enough about the actual fraternities to even try and learn the alphabet - and his smile grew when he saw the rest of the group.
“My main dudes!” The boy was yelling, struggling to be heard over the music. “Come in, come in. What are you doing still on that side of the door? Get the fuck inside.” He ushered everyone in and then he laid eyes on Kibum. “You must be Jonghyun’s new roommate. I’m Yoseob. Any friend of these dudes is a friend of mine.” He outstretched the hand that wasn’t holding a red cup towards Kibum, who shook it.
“I’m Kibum.” His voice was loud and slurred as he shook Yoseob’s hand. “It’s nice to meet you.”
Yoseob nodded and pointed towards the rest of the room. “The drinks are in the kitchen on the other side. Say you know me, you’ll get them for free.” He nodded and turned away from the group, turning his attention to a girl whose eyes were so droopy, she looked like she was about to fall asleep.
The group made their way towards the kitchen, Kibum assumed. He had to squeeze through the group of people to his left gyrating to the music and the couples hooking up to his right. Once at the kitchen, he didn’t even have time to look around before Dongwoon shoved a shot glass in his hand.
“We need a toast!” Kibum turned his head towards the voice - Jinki’s. “To the new year!” Everyone’s arms went up and then the liquid was going down Kubm’s throat. It burned. It made him want to cough. He wanted to spit it out, but he didn’t. So he swallowed instead.
The following half hour later, everything felt so much better than it already had. Kibum had taken another four shots of whatever they were passing him - Pinnacle maybe? - and two jello shots. He was feeling good. He looked around at the friends he had made throughout the night. Jonghyun and Jessica were leaning against each other on a wall, in their own little world. Tiffany was whispering something in Minho’s ear; he was smirking. Jinki - or Onew as Kibum had learned - was nowhere to be found. Dongwoon and Victoria were playing beer pong against a couple Kibum had met earlier, Amber and Henry.
Kibum had actually gotten along really well with Amber.
“You look like a lizard,” he had said. His brain-to-mouth filter was gone. He was drunk. He really hadn’t meant to compare the girl to a reptile, but it had happened.
Surprisingly, the girl laughed. “And you look like a mouse.” The girl knew how to laugh and not take everything personally. He decided then that they’d be friends.
Kibum looked around the room. It took a while for his vision to catch up with the movement of his head. He smiled to himself. He felt so warm, inside and out.
“What are you smiling at?” A voice was at his ear, low but loud enough to be heard over the music. He turned his voice and came face to face with Krystal. He smirked. She smiled and offered him a shot cup.
He took it. “What’s the toast going to be to?” One of his arms snaked around her waist, bringing them closer. So warm. So warm and so soft.
“To whatever the night brings.” There was a mischievous hint in her eyes and Kibum loved it. They both took the shot together and before he knew it, he had brought his mouth to hers. Soft and warm, just like everything else.
Their kiss became intense almost instantly. Their lips met hard and hungrily. There was a different kind of warmth mixing into the warmth that was already in his stomach. Both his hands wrapped around her waist and her hands came up to tangle into his hair. Where had the shot glasses gone? He didn’t know. He didn’t care. Their mouths were dancing, their tongues were dancing and he was pressing her against the closest thing - a wall? She was making noises against his mouth and the warmth in his stomach was burning and coiling now. His hands were running under her shirt, gently grasping at her soft skin.
That was all he would remember the next morning - her soft flesh in his hands, her mouth against his and that neverending burning sensation in the pit of his stomach.
-x-
AN: I spent this entire chapter listening to The Weeknd (mostly The Zone). I TOTALLY recommend him to anyone who likes R&B (but he’s more leftist R&B) and even if you like Drake (seeing as they’re all collab-y and OVOXO is aaall over the place).
Also a lot of the inspiration for this comes from my weekends with my friends, who happen to be mostly guys because all of my girl friends are pledging sororities. (I take from their experiences more than my own. My life is not interesting enough for random hookups, trust me.).
OKAY ENJOY!
OH P.S. it’s going to take a few chapters to actually get to the jongkey but I hope you readers don’t lose your patience with me! I don’t know how long this will be but I have a feeling it’s going to be pretty long. BUT it’ll happen. I promise! They ARE my OTP after all c:
ALSO OKAY sorry to be talking about music so much and sorry for such a long AN
But if you guys are in the mood for new music, look up Roy English and Canary Dynasty. This dude’s voice is beautiful. His old band used to be called Eye Alaska so check that out too.
And sorry sorry sorry for the grammatical and spelling errors i missed in this one! (I assume there will be many) I have to be up early tomorrow and it's almost midnight and I need to take my sleeping pills.
Okay for real now.
ENJOY! <3 and thanks for reading!
Pairing: Jongkey, Jongsica, Keytal, Henber, and other ones when they come
Rating: PG-15? NC-17? (will vary during chapters, but will go up to R at some point)
Genre: College!AU, slice of life-ishy
Warnings: Cursing, alcohol, smoking. and unbeta'd, again!
Length: ~2000
Summary: In which Kibum is a sophomore transfer student and is randomly paired to dorm with Jonghyun, who is dating Jessica. Kibum is trying to orient himself in this new university. Things happen because, well, it’s college and neither boy really knows what to do about it. It’s a whole new experience for the both of them. Also in which a ton of other kpop artists make appearances in AU form.
When Kibum opened the door, he had expected the dorm to be empty. It was a Friday night and Jonghyun did have friends and they were on a college campus where parties were happening all over the place. He had expected the boy to be pregaming, or at least on his way out. Not, you know, laying semi-naked on his bed with his girlfriend on top of him.
Jessica gave a high-pitched, embarrassed squeal and found Jonghyun’s blanket to cover herself with. Jonghyun’s eyes were wide when he whipped his head towards the door and saw Kibum standing there, with equally wide eyes.
“Shit. Fuck. I’m sorry. Shit.” Kibum was stumbling over his words and it felt as though his face was suddenly at 150 degrees. “Shit. Fuck.” He closed the door and a hand went over to cover up his eyes. He didn’t know why. He didn’t know what else to do. “Let me just, uh, get my book and … leave. Sorry. Shit.” Kibum grabbed whatever book was closest to him and turned back around. “Just, uhm, carry on. Shit. I’m sorry. Shit.” Then he closed the door.
And then he was speed walking down the hall, down the stairs and out the double doors that lead to the campus. He finally let out the breath he didn’t know he was holding and looked down at the book in his hands. Oh, great. It wasn’t even a useful book. He had picked up his Finite Mathematics book. It was completely useless to him at the moment and he had nowhere to go. He sighed, let out a low “fuck” and shoved the book in his bag. He pulled out his phone and scrolled through his contacts.
From: Kibum
To: Taemin
Free?
Kibum sent the text and walked down towards the library. At least it was warm there. His phone vibrated not 30 seconds later. He looked at the screen and was surprised to see that instead of a text back, he got a call. He smiled to himself.
“Hello?”
“Hey. What’s the problem, Key?” Taemin’s voice sounded just like it had when he had spoken to him the week beforehand. It was soft and delicate and you would assume that the owner was just the same, but Taemin was a manipulative dick. He used the charm and attractiveness he knew he had to make everything go his way. But all the same, Taemin was Key’s closest friend.
“I just saw my roommate and his girlfriend both semi-naked. And it’s my first week here.” Taemin burst out laughing. And he continued laughing for a good few seconds before calming down enough to speak.
“Rate her body on a scale from one til ten.”
“Dick.” A pause. “Eight. Maybe an eight and a half.” That earned a chuckle.
He heard Taemin inhale. “Are you smoking? I thought you quit.” He heard the boy exhale. That in itself answered the question.
“I’m not quitting until you do.” A pause and he knew the boy was inhaling again. Kibum walked to a bench and sat down. “Anyways, tell me about your new school. And your roommate. And everything.”
Kibum vented to Taemin about the past week and Taemin slid sarcastic and witty remarks where he deemed fit. It went on like that for some time before Taemin said he had to get going.
“The parties await you, I assume?” Kibum pulled out his pack of cigarettes from his pocket, taking out a stoke and lighting it up.
“It’s a Friday, Key. Of course. You should find one too. Get wasted. Get crossfaded. Fuck someone.” Kibum could hear shuffling on the other side of the phone. He assumed that Taemin had gotten up from wherever he was and was walking around.
Kibum snorted. “If only it was that easy. It’s different transferring into a place where people already have their friends made. People don’t like adding new people to their group.”
“Whatever, you’ll find away. You’re fucking Kim Kibum. I’ll talk to you later.”
And with that, they hung up and Kibum brought the cigarette back to his mouth, inhaling. It was a Friday night and he was sitting on a bench outside of the library. All he wanted was to get wasted and hook up with someone. Kibum didn’t do relationships. Kibum didn’t do anything romantic that could even remotely tie him down. No strings attached is what he was all about.
He was putting his phone back into his pocket when it vibrated in his hand. He looked at the screen and was surprised to see who the text was from.
From: Jonghyun
To: Kibum
Hey, sorry about what happened earlier, man. We weren’t expecting you back. This is really awkward. So just, I’m sorry?
Kibum’s fingers floated above the text pad. What the fuck was he supposed to say to that?
From: Kibum
To: Jonghyun
It’s alright, don’t worry about it. Sorry about barging in. Can we just pretend this never happened?
Kibum inhaled from the cigarette again, waiting for the reply. Not long after, his phone vibrated again.
From: Jonghyun
To: Kibum
Perfect. Nothing ever happened. Thank you. Also what do you think about going to a party tonight?
Kibum looked at the time on his phone. 9:08 PM. Perfect. He took another puff as he replied.
From: Kibum
To: Jonghyun
I think I’m interested. What’s going on tonight?
He got up and started walking towards the dorm again, taking one last puff before dropping the cigarette on the floor. His phone buzzed again.
From: Jonghyun
To: Kibum
We’re pregaming at Minho’s and Jinki’s room then we’re jumping frat houses. We’re friends with a few of the brothers so we get free drinks. I’m going over to the other room in maybe 20 minutes. You in?
From: Kibum
To: Jonghyun
Definitely. I’ll be back in the room in a little.
Kibum knew this was going to be a ton of fun.
--
An hour later, Kibum was buzzed. He was buzzed and sitting in a circle playing King’s Cup surrounded by people he barely knew: Jinki, Minho, Jessica, Jonghyun, some girls named Tiffany and Victoria and a guy named Dongwoon. And then there was a girl, Krystal, who caught his attention. She was cute. Different. And he was a sucker for long hair. They were already trading secret smiles. And then it was his turn.
He pulled out a card, an 8 card.
“Date! Choose someone who has to drink at the same time. Let’s get done with the alcohol and leave.” Jinki was slurring a little bit.
Kibum, of course, pointed at Krystal and took a swig of the beer in his hands. They continued the game until most of the beer was gone and everyone’s faces were tinted red.
“Okay!” Jonghyun was swaying a little bit. “It’s 11. We should leave. The brothers are going to be sad if we don’t go.” He stood up and pulled Jessica to her feet, giving her a peck on the lips.
Minho snorted. “I don’t think they’ll even know if we don’t make it.” Even so, Minho stood up, chugging down the rest of his can. Everyone else did the same, the girls laughing as Tiffany stumbled forward a bit and caught herself on Minho’s arm.
They shuffled out the door, down the stairs, out of the building and Kibum found himself walking behind Krystal who was in an animated conversation with Victoria. When Krystal turned her head to say something to the other girl, she saw Kibum and smiled at him who smirked back. Kibum knew this was definitely going to be a fun night.
They arrived at the house 10 minutes later, having to walk out of campus and to Greek Row. Jonghyun and Jessica led the group and Kibum was slightly surprised to see the guy at the door look so excited to see them. He wore a shirt with three Greek letters Kibum didn’t know - he didn’t care enough about the actual fraternities to even try and learn the alphabet - and his smile grew when he saw the rest of the group.
“My main dudes!” The boy was yelling, struggling to be heard over the music. “Come in, come in. What are you doing still on that side of the door? Get the fuck inside.” He ushered everyone in and then he laid eyes on Kibum. “You must be Jonghyun’s new roommate. I’m Yoseob. Any friend of these dudes is a friend of mine.” He outstretched the hand that wasn’t holding a red cup towards Kibum, who shook it.
“I’m Kibum.” His voice was loud and slurred as he shook Yoseob’s hand. “It’s nice to meet you.”
Yoseob nodded and pointed towards the rest of the room. “The drinks are in the kitchen on the other side. Say you know me, you’ll get them for free.” He nodded and turned away from the group, turning his attention to a girl whose eyes were so droopy, she looked like she was about to fall asleep.
The group made their way towards the kitchen, Kibum assumed. He had to squeeze through the group of people to his left gyrating to the music and the couples hooking up to his right. Once at the kitchen, he didn’t even have time to look around before Dongwoon shoved a shot glass in his hand.
“We need a toast!” Kibum turned his head towards the voice - Jinki’s. “To the new year!” Everyone’s arms went up and then the liquid was going down Kubm’s throat. It burned. It made him want to cough. He wanted to spit it out, but he didn’t. So he swallowed instead.
The following half hour later, everything felt so much better than it already had. Kibum had taken another four shots of whatever they were passing him - Pinnacle maybe? - and two jello shots. He was feeling good. He looked around at the friends he had made throughout the night. Jonghyun and Jessica were leaning against each other on a wall, in their own little world. Tiffany was whispering something in Minho’s ear; he was smirking. Jinki - or Onew as Kibum had learned - was nowhere to be found. Dongwoon and Victoria were playing beer pong against a couple Kibum had met earlier, Amber and Henry.
Kibum had actually gotten along really well with Amber.
“You look like a lizard,” he had said. His brain-to-mouth filter was gone. He was drunk. He really hadn’t meant to compare the girl to a reptile, but it had happened.
Surprisingly, the girl laughed. “And you look like a mouse.” The girl knew how to laugh and not take everything personally. He decided then that they’d be friends.
Kibum looked around the room. It took a while for his vision to catch up with the movement of his head. He smiled to himself. He felt so warm, inside and out.
“What are you smiling at?” A voice was at his ear, low but loud enough to be heard over the music. He turned his voice and came face to face with Krystal. He smirked. She smiled and offered him a shot cup.
He took it. “What’s the toast going to be to?” One of his arms snaked around her waist, bringing them closer. So warm. So warm and so soft.
“To whatever the night brings.” There was a mischievous hint in her eyes and Kibum loved it. They both took the shot together and before he knew it, he had brought his mouth to hers. Soft and warm, just like everything else.
Their kiss became intense almost instantly. Their lips met hard and hungrily. There was a different kind of warmth mixing into the warmth that was already in his stomach. Both his hands wrapped around her waist and her hands came up to tangle into his hair. Where had the shot glasses gone? He didn’t know. He didn’t care. Their mouths were dancing, their tongues were dancing and he was pressing her against the closest thing - a wall? She was making noises against his mouth and the warmth in his stomach was burning and coiling now. His hands were running under her shirt, gently grasping at her soft skin.
That was all he would remember the next morning - her soft flesh in his hands, her mouth against his and that neverending burning sensation in the pit of his stomach.
-x-
AN: I spent this entire chapter listening to The Weeknd (mostly The Zone). I TOTALLY recommend him to anyone who likes R&B (but he’s more leftist R&B) and even if you like Drake (seeing as they’re all collab-y and OVOXO is aaall over the place).
Also a lot of the inspiration for this comes from my weekends with my friends, who happen to be mostly guys because all of my girl friends are pledging sororities. (I take from their experiences more than my own. My life is not interesting enough for random hookups, trust me.).
OKAY ENJOY!
OH P.S. it’s going to take a few chapters to actually get to the jongkey but I hope you readers don’t lose your patience with me! I don’t know how long this will be but I have a feeling it’s going to be pretty long. BUT it’ll happen. I promise! They ARE my OTP after all c:
ALSO OKAY sorry to be talking about music so much and sorry for such a long AN
But if you guys are in the mood for new music, look up Roy English and Canary Dynasty. This dude’s voice is beautiful. His old band used to be called Eye Alaska so check that out too.
And sorry sorry sorry for the grammatical and spelling errors i missed in this one! (I assume there will be many) I have to be up early tomorrow and it's almost midnight and I need to take my sleeping pills.
Okay for real now.
ENJOY! <3 and thanks for reading!