The Bad Hat & The Redhead [Chapter 5]
Title: The Bad Hat & The Redhead [Chapter 5]
Author: choi_minju
Pairing: Jonghyun+OC (Madeline), KeyBer, 2MIN, KhunToria
Rating: PG-15 to NR-17
Genre: adventure, friendship, love, romance, comedy, action
Warning: May have vulgar language at times... and maybe few almost sexual scenes? Who knows.
Disclaimer: It's pretty obvious no one owns SHINee except for themselves. -____-
Summary: Madeline & Jonghyun are at odds with each other in the beginning, but then gradually get along as they go through hardships together. Basically this is a K-Pop story version of the storybook Madeline. Think of Jonghyun as Pepito. ;) Madeline's the natural redheaded French-Korean in Paris and Jonghyun's the tricky boy with the favorite black fedora hat.
This story will soon hold adventure of friendships forming and love blooming in the City of Love.
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Chapter 5 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ [Prologue] [Chapter 1] [Chapter 2] [Chapter 3] [Chapter 4]
Jonghyun decided to apologize to Madeline in the best way that he can - renovate the practice room. He sneakily gave the construction workers extra money over the past 3 months to fix the room back to where it was, which was hidden, except make slight modifications.
Three months later, the construction work was complete and everyone went out for spring break; except for Madeline & Miss BoA. Since Madeline was the only orphan, everyone else left to their family estates. Key, Amber, & IU knew during the three months of what Jonghyun had planned but kept his secret and swore under oath that they'd each kick his ass literally if they come back to find Madeline sad, broken, or pregnant. The last statement caused Jonghyun to screech and hit Key with his hat.
And now here was Kim Jonghyun, leading Madeline to the end of one corridor. Madeline struggled a bit and sighed irritably. "Yah, Noir, no one comes here anymore! Let go!" She whined and tugged her arm away, only to have Jonghyun snatch it once more and stand in front of the library bookcase. He grinned at her simply pushed her into the bookcase.
"Yah!" She cried out and stumbled forward, pushing the bookcase all the way until she fell onto the floor. She laid there for a few seconds until she realized the bookcase was a spiral entry way to....
"No way...."
Madeline slowly sat up and simply gawked at the room she was in. The practice room was back, but in a different unique style. The wide and tall window was still there, facing Jonghyun's bedroom. It was still morning, so sunlight shown into the dim-lit practice room.
Suddenly the lights were turned on. Madeline spun around to find Jonghyun leaning against the wall near the bookcase beside the light switch. She noticed it was decorated with glow in the dark star stickers.
She turned around to analyze the room once more in awe. There was a pink couch in one corner and the mirrored wall opposite of where the pink couch was.
[A/N: Below this is the picture of the practice room. Imagine that the pink couch is where the lighted doorway is and that the mirrored wall is opposite.]
"Like it? Come on, I'll show you more!" Jonghyun excitedly announced as he held Madeline's hand in his and pulled her to the doorway that was shining brightly from the inside of the room. Madeline raised an eyebrow then gasped as she saw another practice room, but this time it was more for music, in her judgement.
"A recording studio?" She asked aloud to herself as she entered into another room that was connected to the music practice room. She also noticed a piano near the wall and a stack of music composition sheets.
"Yeah, I figured since IU, Jino, & Onew hyung loved music a lot, they'd need to practice and record their demos for entertainment companies." Jonghyun explained as he led Madeline back to the huge dance practice room. That's when the latter noticed the paint cans and other construction materials in the corner of the room.
She pointed at them. "What are those for?" she asked.
Jonghyun looked to where she was pointing at. "Ah. That's chalkboard paint and other stuff to make a chalkboard wall or other shapes, if you want." He ran towards the items and held up a pink paint can. "This one's for the wall across the mirrored wall for Key's sake. I figured you could help me surprise him by painting with me."
Madeline's mouth slowly formed a smile - something which made Jonghyun's stomach flip and heart flutter. "Okay, I'll help. Only if you'll tell me something," she reasoned out as she walked towards him and picked up a masking tape and pencil near the pink couch.
"Go for it."
"How did you meet Key?" Madeline asked as she drew circles on the wall and put masking tape along where the pencil drew. Jonghyun pushed the pink couch away so it wouldn't get stained and slowly opened the cap.
"Hmmm.....okay, since we have time and Miss BoA is out, I'll tell you...."
It started when I was in New York, at the age of 10. My parents met a couple at a family dinner in a fancy restaurant. Everyone started speaking in English, and I was confused. Even the boy who sat beside me was speaking in English, though he had an accent. I nearly started to cry when the boy beside me handed me an extra napkin.
"Hey, stop crying. You look ugly when you cry." He said flat out in English.
The boy's mother smacked the back of his head, causing him to whine. "Kim Kibum, I did not teach you to behave that way!" The woman scolded in Korean. I actually sat up as I heard the familiar language and cried out, "Thank you!" in Korean, letting out an exasperating sigh as I flung myself onto the table.
Everyone around the table stared at me for a moment before laughing. The one who laughed the most was the boy beside me. "Hi! My name is Kim Kibum, but you can call me Key!" he introduced himself in Korean. He smiled brightly at me.
Feeling comfortable now, I introduced myself, too. We started to talk animatedly about our futures and what we like together. It turns out we have a few things in common, except he was much more girly than I was. After the dinner, my family exchanged numbers with his family and we all decided we'd speak in Korean (for my benefit, apparently) because my mother didn't want me to forget my native language on her side of the family. We were all Korean except for my father, but he learned Korean fluently and met my mother before I was born.
After that, Key and I became close friends. We clicked and played around with each other. Mostly, we'd play House and I'd be the husband, but sometimes Key would end up being the husband, too. He was more suited as a wife, though, because he's more useful, unlike me. Our parents were at first uncomfortable with the thought of us together, but they slowly became open minded with society and let us be who we wanted to be - man or woman. We didn't know at the time of what that meant, but we were glad we had such kind parents.
We finally ended up in the same high school together, and that's when I found out Key was a year younger than me. We looked out for each other - me protecting him from bullies, and him helping me with my studies. I was 16 and he was 15 when we started dating. We had our first kiss together anyways and we both dated girls before, but somehow we ended up as an item.
Not gonna lie - Key was my first love and vice versa. We'd finish each other's sentences and know what the other was thinking about. We had no trust issues and no problems other than our usual squabbles, so there was no chances of us breaking up. At least.... until Key's parents' company was going down due to the rumours that their only son was gay.
Key & I are bisexual - we'd check out guys and girls, depending on who was hot and who.... wasn't our type. But most Americans are biased and stereotypical, and we found out about the homosexual issues between governments and religions. I didn't want to be the reason why Key can't stay in America; if Key's family business goes down, then they'd have to move away from their home. His family name will forever be branded as "the one with a homosexual who became poor". I didn't want that from happening, and that's when Key & I fought our first and last fight as a couple. He was 16 and I was 17.
"I don't care what the media says, Jjong! Stop making excuses and just tell me you're seeing another woman, you Casanova bitch!" Key cried out as he threw an expensive vase at me. I ducked and it hit the wall behind me, smashing into smithereens.
"Kim Kibum, shut the fuck up and listen to me! Since we started dating, I haven't seen anyone else! I've changed!" I shouted at him as I took a pillow as a shield.
Key scoffed as he threw another vase at me. It was a bit pointy and it scratched my arm a bit. I hissed quietly and glared at him. He glared right back at me.
"Oh yeah right, if you've changed, then why the hell are you breaking up with me?!" He screeched. It's been 4 hours since I gone home to tell him we should break up (his house was right next to mine in the busy city). I couldn't control my anger after all that rambles of shouting from his damn mouth and started to shout back right in front of his face.
"FUCK YOU, BITCH. I DON'T WANT THIS ANYMORE THAN YOU DO, OKAY?! WHETHER WE CARE ABOUT THE MEDIA OR NOT, THE MEDIA WILL STILL CARE! DO YOU REALIZE THAT YOUR FAMILY IS SUFFERING BECAUSE OF US?! SO SHUT THE FUCK UP AND KEEP YOUR SMALL DICK IN LINE, YOU HORMONAL DIVA!"
SLAP!
I gasped as I touched my stinging cheek. I slowly looked up (he grew taller than me over the years) at Key's fuming face, tears no longer streaming down his cheeks, teeth gritting in anger.
"Small dick? Hormonal diva?? I'll show you 'in line', you fucking mutt!" He yelled and pushed me onto my bed. I tried getting back up to reason with him, but he punched me in the face, causing me to fall back onto the bed in pain. I started to tear up; I get really emotional, even more than Key. Key climbed over my body and I panicked, many things running through my mind of what was even happening when he pulled me by the shirt and kissed me hard on the lips. I tried pulling away but he simply bit my lower lip, making me gasp and cry out, but only to entice him further and have his tongue go into my mouth.
I kept shouting and telling him no, but for someone who works out less than me, he sure was stronger than me by a lot at the moment. His knee was shoved roughly onto my erection and he practically ripped my clothes off, leaving me in just my underwear. My tears got in the way of my vision as I felt my wrists being tied to the headboard of my bed. "Jjong, if you struggle more, I'll make this more painful than it already is." He whispered lowly, growling in a husky tone. It sickened me a bit to know that it turned me on, despite the pain I was feeling. I was too scared to tug the restraints loose (to which I felt it was a belt buckle). From my blurry vision, I could see Key stripping quickly until he was in his boxers. I blushed as I realized I was wearing - briefs.
"Kibum....p-please......don't do this......" I pleaded, my tears slowly going down my cheeks as Key climbed above me and started attacking my collarbone roughly. I yelled out in pain and accidentally kneed him in the stomach. He cried out and groaned in pain, then in reflex punched me in the stomach. Hard. I choked out a sob and whimpered like an injured puppy.
He got rid of the other clothing and immediately spread my legs. I continued to cry shamelessly and turn my head away from him, not wanting to see what was coming next. Apparently it couldn't remove the pain once Key pushed his length inside me, without any preparation or lube. I screamed at the top of my lungs, knowing full well that no one was home in both our houses and that the city was so busy that my screams were incompetent compared to the noises outside the house.
Key froze still above me and cradled one hand to my face. "Jjong, look at me. Kim Jonghyun...." I sobbed and turned slowly to look up at him. His face was full of sorrow and he had tears in his eyes as well. He kissed my forehead and whispered, "I'm sorry.....I'm so sorry.....I promise it'll get better....." And with that promise, he tried soothing my sides, staying completely still to let me adjust.
I was so in love with him. I knew I wanted this as much as he did, I just didn't expect this to be sooner. My sobbing stopped momentarily to adjust to the feeling and I bucked my hips a bit, letting Key know I was ready. He smiled a bit and kissed me on the lips as he slowly moved inside me. The feeling was mixed with pain and pleasure, but it leaned more towards the pleasurable moment as soon as he hit that one spot that had me writhing and moaning his name out loud, begging to go faster.
Unfortunately, he wanted it to last, but I didn't complain much. We went on for a while until he increased his speed gradually. I soon came untouched onto our stomachs as he came inside me, coating my insides with his sperm. It took us longer to calm down from our high moment and to give him a clearer mind to untie my wrists.
My wrists felt numb afterwards, but I didn't care. I wrapped my arms around him and kissed him as if life would end tomorrow. Key slowly pulled away from me and teared more a bit, smiling sadly. "Jjong, as soon as I leave tomorrow morning, we have to go back being friends, okay?" I gave him a worried look and tried to talk, but my voice strained. Key kissed my neck as an apology. "I'll be fine," he murmured against my skin. "Let's both try to move on after tonight, okay? I still love you, you're my best friend...."
I nodded and bit my lip. Key noticed my dilemma and chuckled a bit. "Was that your first time bottoming, hyung?" I glared at him a bit, but we both knew my blush was evident. He started laughing a bit more. "Relax, at least it wasn't your first time, period."
My eyes widened as I looked at him. "Yep, I was a virgin." He admitted with a smile on his face. I was glad that I was first, and for a guy, you always want to imagine yourself on top when you lose your virginity - well, most guys. But Key was a prideful man, I had to admit, so I guess in a way this was good. Plus, in a way, I was his first. I buried my face in his chest, a smile slowly creeping onto my face.
"Jjong hyung~ wanna go on another round before the night is over?" I bit my lip to suppress a grin on my face and nodded. Key hopped onto me like a horny hound dog. We went on like that, back and forth, until the next morning when key had to leave early.
Jonghyun ended his story as he finished painting the wall pink. On Madeline's portion, she already painted one wall fully with chalkboard paint and the circles on the same wall Jonghyun was working on. She just finished stringing the ornaments on one wall when Jonghyun finished his story. She stared, jaw wide open, at him in shock.
"Wait - so you.....and him....."
Jonghyun let out a sigh and shut his eyes after pushing the couch back in position, not too close to the new fresh paint. "Yeah, I'm bisexual."
" - you were bottom?!" Madeline let out a shriek of laughter, falling onto the shiny wooden floor.
The young man frowned at the young redhead on the floor. "Yah! It was only one time!" he retorted. He pouted once he realized Madeline wasn't gonna stop anytime soon. He stood in front of their work and smiled in content.
When Madeline ceased her laughter, she slowly got up from the floor and took a few chalk pieces. She drew a couple of things in the circles. Jonghyun peeked at the masterpiece and smiled in content. He tilted his head at the last circle. "Dinner at 6 o`clock?"
Madeline nodded and grinned. "Tonight Miss BoA will return at midnight. She told me herself before she left for an excursion. We can cook dinner at 6p.m. and eat later over here. The moonlit sky is wonderful from the window," she informed him as she pointed at the window.
Jonghyun snapped his fingers. "Oh, that reminds me! Look outside your window!" He ushered her over to there. She grew confused, but nonetheless complied and walked over to the window.
Jonghyun turned around to find the chalkboard wall and decided to write something quickly before joining Madeline to the window.
Why did I write that? Jonghyun shook his head quickly and ran to where Madeline stood, looking out the window at the built in ladder that connected the window to Jonghyun's balcony from next door.
"Why is that there?" Madeline asked him.
"So I can drop by unnoticed whenever I please." Jonghyun cheekily grinned. Madeline frowned and stomped on his foot, causing him to shout. "Damn you, Redhead!"
Author: choi_minju
Pairing: Jonghyun+OC (Madeline), KeyBer, 2MIN, KhunToria
Rating: PG-15 to NR-17
Genre: adventure, friendship, love, romance, comedy, action
Warning: May have vulgar language at times... and maybe few almost sexual scenes? Who knows.
Disclaimer: It's pretty obvious no one owns SHINee except for themselves. -____-
Summary: Madeline & Jonghyun are at odds with each other in the beginning, but then gradually get along as they go through hardships together. Basically this is a K-Pop story version of the storybook Madeline. Think of Jonghyun as Pepito. ;) Madeline's the natural redheaded French-Korean in Paris and Jonghyun's the tricky boy with the favorite black fedora hat.
This story will soon hold adventure of friendships forming and love blooming in the City of Love.
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Chapter 5 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ [Prologue] [Chapter 1] [Chapter 2] [Chapter 3] [Chapter 4]
Jonghyun decided to apologize to Madeline in the best way that he can - renovate the practice room. He sneakily gave the construction workers extra money over the past 3 months to fix the room back to where it was, which was hidden, except make slight modifications.
Three months later, the construction work was complete and everyone went out for spring break; except for Madeline & Miss BoA. Since Madeline was the only orphan, everyone else left to their family estates. Key, Amber, & IU knew during the three months of what Jonghyun had planned but kept his secret and swore under oath that they'd each kick his ass literally if they come back to find Madeline sad, broken, or pregnant. The last statement caused Jonghyun to screech and hit Key with his hat.
And now here was Kim Jonghyun, leading Madeline to the end of one corridor. Madeline struggled a bit and sighed irritably. "Yah, Noir, no one comes here anymore! Let go!" She whined and tugged her arm away, only to have Jonghyun snatch it once more and stand in front of the library bookcase. He grinned at her simply pushed her into the bookcase.
"Yah!" She cried out and stumbled forward, pushing the bookcase all the way until she fell onto the floor. She laid there for a few seconds until she realized the bookcase was a spiral entry way to....
"No way...."
Madeline slowly sat up and simply gawked at the room she was in. The practice room was back, but in a different unique style. The wide and tall window was still there, facing Jonghyun's bedroom. It was still morning, so sunlight shown into the dim-lit practice room.
Suddenly the lights were turned on. Madeline spun around to find Jonghyun leaning against the wall near the bookcase beside the light switch. She noticed it was decorated with glow in the dark star stickers.
She turned around to analyze the room once more in awe. There was a pink couch in one corner and the mirrored wall opposite of where the pink couch was.
[A/N: Below this is the picture of the practice room. Imagine that the pink couch is where the lighted doorway is and that the mirrored wall is opposite.]
"Like it? Come on, I'll show you more!" Jonghyun excitedly announced as he held Madeline's hand in his and pulled her to the doorway that was shining brightly from the inside of the room. Madeline raised an eyebrow then gasped as she saw another practice room, but this time it was more for music, in her judgement.
"A recording studio?" She asked aloud to herself as she entered into another room that was connected to the music practice room. She also noticed a piano near the wall and a stack of music composition sheets.
"Yeah, I figured since IU, Jino, & Onew hyung loved music a lot, they'd need to practice and record their demos for entertainment companies." Jonghyun explained as he led Madeline back to the huge dance practice room. That's when the latter noticed the paint cans and other construction materials in the corner of the room.
She pointed at them. "What are those for?" she asked.
Jonghyun looked to where she was pointing at. "Ah. That's chalkboard paint and other stuff to make a chalkboard wall or other shapes, if you want." He ran towards the items and held up a pink paint can. "This one's for the wall across the mirrored wall for Key's sake. I figured you could help me surprise him by painting with me."
Madeline's mouth slowly formed a smile - something which made Jonghyun's stomach flip and heart flutter. "Okay, I'll help. Only if you'll tell me something," she reasoned out as she walked towards him and picked up a masking tape and pencil near the pink couch.
"Go for it."
"How did you meet Key?" Madeline asked as she drew circles on the wall and put masking tape along where the pencil drew. Jonghyun pushed the pink couch away so it wouldn't get stained and slowly opened the cap.
"Hmmm.....okay, since we have time and Miss BoA is out, I'll tell you...."
It started when I was in New York, at the age of 10. My parents met a couple at a family dinner in a fancy restaurant. Everyone started speaking in English, and I was confused. Even the boy who sat beside me was speaking in English, though he had an accent. I nearly started to cry when the boy beside me handed me an extra napkin.
"Hey, stop crying. You look ugly when you cry." He said flat out in English.
The boy's mother smacked the back of his head, causing him to whine. "Kim Kibum, I did not teach you to behave that way!" The woman scolded in Korean. I actually sat up as I heard the familiar language and cried out, "Thank you!" in Korean, letting out an exasperating sigh as I flung myself onto the table.
Everyone around the table stared at me for a moment before laughing. The one who laughed the most was the boy beside me. "Hi! My name is Kim Kibum, but you can call me Key!" he introduced himself in Korean. He smiled brightly at me.
Feeling comfortable now, I introduced myself, too. We started to talk animatedly about our futures and what we like together. It turns out we have a few things in common, except he was much more girly than I was. After the dinner, my family exchanged numbers with his family and we all decided we'd speak in Korean (for my benefit, apparently) because my mother didn't want me to forget my native language on her side of the family. We were all Korean except for my father, but he learned Korean fluently and met my mother before I was born.
After that, Key and I became close friends. We clicked and played around with each other. Mostly, we'd play House and I'd be the husband, but sometimes Key would end up being the husband, too. He was more suited as a wife, though, because he's more useful, unlike me. Our parents were at first uncomfortable with the thought of us together, but they slowly became open minded with society and let us be who we wanted to be - man or woman. We didn't know at the time of what that meant, but we were glad we had such kind parents.
We finally ended up in the same high school together, and that's when I found out Key was a year younger than me. We looked out for each other - me protecting him from bullies, and him helping me with my studies. I was 16 and he was 15 when we started dating. We had our first kiss together anyways and we both dated girls before, but somehow we ended up as an item.
Not gonna lie - Key was my first love and vice versa. We'd finish each other's sentences and know what the other was thinking about. We had no trust issues and no problems other than our usual squabbles, so there was no chances of us breaking up. At least.... until Key's parents' company was going down due to the rumours that their only son was gay.
Key & I are bisexual - we'd check out guys and girls, depending on who was hot and who.... wasn't our type. But most Americans are biased and stereotypical, and we found out about the homosexual issues between governments and religions. I didn't want to be the reason why Key can't stay in America; if Key's family business goes down, then they'd have to move away from their home. His family name will forever be branded as "the one with a homosexual who became poor". I didn't want that from happening, and that's when Key & I fought our first and last fight as a couple. He was 16 and I was 17.
"I don't care what the media says, Jjong! Stop making excuses and just tell me you're seeing another woman, you Casanova bitch!" Key cried out as he threw an expensive vase at me. I ducked and it hit the wall behind me, smashing into smithereens.
"Kim Kibum, shut the fuck up and listen to me! Since we started dating, I haven't seen anyone else! I've changed!" I shouted at him as I took a pillow as a shield.
Key scoffed as he threw another vase at me. It was a bit pointy and it scratched my arm a bit. I hissed quietly and glared at him. He glared right back at me.
"Oh yeah right, if you've changed, then why the hell are you breaking up with me?!" He screeched. It's been 4 hours since I gone home to tell him we should break up (his house was right next to mine in the busy city). I couldn't control my anger after all that rambles of shouting from his damn mouth and started to shout back right in front of his face.
"FUCK YOU, BITCH. I DON'T WANT THIS ANYMORE THAN YOU DO, OKAY?! WHETHER WE CARE ABOUT THE MEDIA OR NOT, THE MEDIA WILL STILL CARE! DO YOU REALIZE THAT YOUR FAMILY IS SUFFERING BECAUSE OF US?! SO SHUT THE FUCK UP AND KEEP YOUR SMALL DICK IN LINE, YOU HORMONAL DIVA!"
SLAP!
I gasped as I touched my stinging cheek. I slowly looked up (he grew taller than me over the years) at Key's fuming face, tears no longer streaming down his cheeks, teeth gritting in anger.
"Small dick? Hormonal diva?? I'll show you 'in line', you fucking mutt!" He yelled and pushed me onto my bed. I tried getting back up to reason with him, but he punched me in the face, causing me to fall back onto the bed in pain. I started to tear up; I get really emotional, even more than Key. Key climbed over my body and I panicked, many things running through my mind of what was even happening when he pulled me by the shirt and kissed me hard on the lips. I tried pulling away but he simply bit my lower lip, making me gasp and cry out, but only to entice him further and have his tongue go into my mouth.
I kept shouting and telling him no, but for someone who works out less than me, he sure was stronger than me by a lot at the moment. His knee was shoved roughly onto my erection and he practically ripped my clothes off, leaving me in just my underwear. My tears got in the way of my vision as I felt my wrists being tied to the headboard of my bed. "Jjong, if you struggle more, I'll make this more painful than it already is." He whispered lowly, growling in a husky tone. It sickened me a bit to know that it turned me on, despite the pain I was feeling. I was too scared to tug the restraints loose (to which I felt it was a belt buckle). From my blurry vision, I could see Key stripping quickly until he was in his boxers. I blushed as I realized I was wearing - briefs.
"Kibum....p-please......don't do this......" I pleaded, my tears slowly going down my cheeks as Key climbed above me and started attacking my collarbone roughly. I yelled out in pain and accidentally kneed him in the stomach. He cried out and groaned in pain, then in reflex punched me in the stomach. Hard. I choked out a sob and whimpered like an injured puppy.
He got rid of the other clothing and immediately spread my legs. I continued to cry shamelessly and turn my head away from him, not wanting to see what was coming next. Apparently it couldn't remove the pain once Key pushed his length inside me, without any preparation or lube. I screamed at the top of my lungs, knowing full well that no one was home in both our houses and that the city was so busy that my screams were incompetent compared to the noises outside the house.
Key froze still above me and cradled one hand to my face. "Jjong, look at me. Kim Jonghyun...." I sobbed and turned slowly to look up at him. His face was full of sorrow and he had tears in his eyes as well. He kissed my forehead and whispered, "I'm sorry.....I'm so sorry.....I promise it'll get better....." And with that promise, he tried soothing my sides, staying completely still to let me adjust.
I was so in love with him. I knew I wanted this as much as he did, I just didn't expect this to be sooner. My sobbing stopped momentarily to adjust to the feeling and I bucked my hips a bit, letting Key know I was ready. He smiled a bit and kissed me on the lips as he slowly moved inside me. The feeling was mixed with pain and pleasure, but it leaned more towards the pleasurable moment as soon as he hit that one spot that had me writhing and moaning his name out loud, begging to go faster.
Unfortunately, he wanted it to last, but I didn't complain much. We went on for a while until he increased his speed gradually. I soon came untouched onto our stomachs as he came inside me, coating my insides with his sperm. It took us longer to calm down from our high moment and to give him a clearer mind to untie my wrists.
My wrists felt numb afterwards, but I didn't care. I wrapped my arms around him and kissed him as if life would end tomorrow. Key slowly pulled away from me and teared more a bit, smiling sadly. "Jjong, as soon as I leave tomorrow morning, we have to go back being friends, okay?" I gave him a worried look and tried to talk, but my voice strained. Key kissed my neck as an apology. "I'll be fine," he murmured against my skin. "Let's both try to move on after tonight, okay? I still love you, you're my best friend...."
I nodded and bit my lip. Key noticed my dilemma and chuckled a bit. "Was that your first time bottoming, hyung?" I glared at him a bit, but we both knew my blush was evident. He started laughing a bit more. "Relax, at least it wasn't your first time, period."
My eyes widened as I looked at him. "Yep, I was a virgin." He admitted with a smile on his face. I was glad that I was first, and for a guy, you always want to imagine yourself on top when you lose your virginity - well, most guys. But Key was a prideful man, I had to admit, so I guess in a way this was good. Plus, in a way, I was his first. I buried my face in his chest, a smile slowly creeping onto my face.
"Jjong hyung~ wanna go on another round before the night is over?" I bit my lip to suppress a grin on my face and nodded. Key hopped onto me like a horny hound dog. We went on like that, back and forth, until the next morning when key had to leave early.
Jonghyun ended his story as he finished painting the wall pink. On Madeline's portion, she already painted one wall fully with chalkboard paint and the circles on the same wall Jonghyun was working on. She just finished stringing the ornaments on one wall when Jonghyun finished his story. She stared, jaw wide open, at him in shock.
"Wait - so you.....and him....."
Jonghyun let out a sigh and shut his eyes after pushing the couch back in position, not too close to the new fresh paint. "Yeah, I'm bisexual."
" - you were bottom?!" Madeline let out a shriek of laughter, falling onto the shiny wooden floor.
The young man frowned at the young redhead on the floor. "Yah! It was only one time!" he retorted. He pouted once he realized Madeline wasn't gonna stop anytime soon. He stood in front of their work and smiled in content.
When Madeline ceased her laughter, she slowly got up from the floor and took a few chalk pieces. She drew a couple of things in the circles. Jonghyun peeked at the masterpiece and smiled in content. He tilted his head at the last circle. "Dinner at 6 o`clock?"
Madeline nodded and grinned. "Tonight Miss BoA will return at midnight. She told me herself before she left for an excursion. We can cook dinner at 6p.m. and eat later over here. The moonlit sky is wonderful from the window," she informed him as she pointed at the window.
Jonghyun snapped his fingers. "Oh, that reminds me! Look outside your window!" He ushered her over to there. She grew confused, but nonetheless complied and walked over to the window.
Jonghyun turned around to find the chalkboard wall and decided to write something quickly before joining Madeline to the window.
Why did I write that? Jonghyun shook his head quickly and ran to where Madeline stood, looking out the window at the built in ladder that connected the window to Jonghyun's balcony from next door.
"Why is that there?" Madeline asked him.
"So I can drop by unnoticed whenever I please." Jonghyun cheekily grinned. Madeline frowned and stomped on his foot, causing him to shout. "Damn you, Redhead!"