Kiss the Baby Sky part 1
title: Kiss the Baby Sky part 1/?
author: dubukisses
pairing: jonghyun/key
rating: pg-13
genre: humor, romance
warnings: language
summary: Jonghyun goes spastic over his sister’s news and needs Key to help him through it
“My sister is getting married.”
Four pairs of eyes settled on the disheveled young man, jacket hanging off his broad shoulders, pants falling off his hips despite the tight belt, hat barely hanging on his head, completely out of breath, and face in absolute horror. After taking this image in, the eyes went back to what they were doing.
“HEY!” huffed out Jonghyun. “Aren’t you going to say something?!”
Key didn’t even bother to look up from his fashion magazine when he answered, “So what? She can do what she wants.”
Jonghyun stared at him incredulously. “ARE YOU KIDDING ME?! It’s my sister! MY NOONA!!”
“So.”
Still flustered after his run from the small café, Jonghyun really did not want to start a long-winded argument with the half-shaven head man.
Trying to gain some sympathy he plopped himself onto Leader’s lap, disrupting the music sheets. He gave the older man his biggest puppy eyes. “JINKI-AH~! You know it’s a bad thing right?”
Shifting uncomfortably, Onew tried rescuing the crumpled sheets from any more disaster. Carefully, he said, “Well, Jonghyun…If she is happy with whomever she’s with, then shouldn’t it be okay?”
Jonghyun pouted and promptly leapt off the warm thighs to retreat to their youngest. “Taeminnie! You have an older brother. You wouldn’t like it if he got married, right?”
Taemin looked up from his complicated math homework and shook his head. “If that’s what he wanted to do…who am I to stop him?”
A deep growl resounded within Jonghyun’s throat. He gave it one last try. “Minho~ You have a big brother too!! And you’re really close, and I’m sure you would be wary if he told you he was getting married.”
“Not really.”
Jonghyun exploded. “FUCK YOU ALL. NONE OF YOU HAVE A SISTER! I am supposed to protect her! What if this guy’s a big douche? What if he will hurt her? WHAT IF THEY GET A DIVORCE? Oh my god, she’s gonna have kids! What if they acted worse than me growing up? WHY ARE YOU ALL JUST SITTING THERE AS IF I AM NOT HAVING A BREAKDOWN?!”
Onew looked up briefly. “It’s not unusual for you to freak out over little things.”
“YOU DON’T EVEN KNOW THE WHOLE STORY-“
“Then tell us.” Key threw down his magazine, grabbed his cup full of tea and settled himself further into the couch.
Jonghyun sighed with relief. Finally, his friends were actually going to be cooperative for once. He crossed his arms and tapped his foot, waiting for the others to stop all other (no matter how important) activities to focus completely on him.
When he was positive he had all eyes on him he began, “Okay, so yesterday I get this weird phone call. I didn’t think much of it; maybe it was some fan that somehow got my number. Anyway, it was a guy and he was speaking some realllllly bad Korean. Like “Whose you are?” and “Doing what to me?” and I had no idea what he was saying-“
“What does this have anything to do with your sister getting married?” Key interrupted.
Jonghyun shot him a dirty look. “I was getting there. Anywho, this dude called me like seven times. After the first call, like hell I would pick up again, right? No. Curiosity got the better of me. I picked it up again! And it was still that guy with the crappy Korean. He said hello pretty well and then something and then he started spewing off English!”
“What’d he say?” Taemin asked.
“Does it look like I can speak English?” Jonghyun questioned, somewhat irritated. “No. So I just cussed him out telling him to never call again.”
“Did you really swear?” Onew looked worried.
Jonghyun rolled his eyes. “NO MOMMY. I didn’t swear.” Another eye roll for effect. “Well, I thought that would be the end of that, but NOOOoOOOoo. He texted me! Texted me!”
“In English?” Taemin inquired.
“No. Korean.” Jonghyun tapped his foot impatiently on the ground. “It said: “Who are you?” CREEPY RIGHT? Like anyone doesn’t know who I am.” There was a collective eyeroll throughout the room before Jonghyun continued, “I thought I’d mess with the guy, so I said I’m Super Junior’s Yesung. And there was no response for like, 3 hours. Then I got this raging text that made no sense whatsoever: Get away…stop seeing her… You asshole…I’ll hurt you if you come near…So I thought maybe Yesung had really pissed someone off or something.”
“Aigoo…” Onew trailed off, rubbing his temples to ward off the growing headache.
“BUT IT HAD NOTHING TO DO WITH YESUNG. This dude just thought I was kicking it with his girlfriend!” Jonghyun snorted loudly.
“Apparently my phone number was in her phone a lot and he thought she was cheating on him with me! Not that I wouldn’t blame her for doing so…”
“Skip the egofest and get on with the story,” Key demanded, flicking some tea at Jonghyun’s head.
“Right. So today, my sister calls me up and tells me she wants to meet with me. She chose this gaudy little pink café that only girls and Key would like.”
“Fuck you.”
“Fuck you too. So I meet her there and we talk about stuff and she pulls out this cellphone and shows me a text message. MY text message I sent to that dude. ‘Course I was flipping shit then, cuz either my sister had a really bad throat last night that forgot all her Korean or she knew the dude!”
Key waved his hand to get everyone’s attention. “LEMME GUESS. This ‘dude’ is your sister’s fiancée and he probably saw your number on her phone and got suspicious and called you. Am I right?”
Jonghyun looked nonplussed. “Fine. Skip my story and get to the ending.”
“Is Key right?” Taemin queried.
The shorter man clicked his tongue and turned on his heel. “Yes. Key is right.”
After those words, four bodies resumed what they had been up to earlier. Jonghyun stared at them in disbelief. “I wasn’t done!” A collective sigh as everyone once again put down what they were doing. Jonghyun smiled at the obedience. “OK! That’s the way she broke the news to me, “Oh, the man calling you yesterday is my fiancée.” Like that’s not a slap in the face. And she goes on to tell me he’s from fucking America. He’s doing some teaching English in Korea shit and somehow they met and I dunno started sexing each other up or something.”
“Aren’t you overreacting just a bit?” Onew stood up and walked to the center of the room. “To go from meeting someone to sex is a little hasty.”
“I DON’T FUCKING KNOW~~~~~! JEEZ.” Jonghyun shooed the older boy away. “So anyway, they’re engaged and are planning on getting married in a MONTH.”
“Is she pregnant?” Taemin asked.
Jonghyun sputtered around before yelling, “NOOO! At least…she didn’t tell me that.”
Finally speaking out, Minho suggested, “Hyung, maybe you should get to know him. Since he’s going to be your brother-in-law and whatnot.”
Never had such a dirty look been thrown at the tall boy. Shaking his head, Minho stuck his nose back into his book. Let his hyung act like a child, he didn’t care.
“NO FUCKING WAY!” Jonghyun screamed (still in perfect pitch). “I’m not meeting that jerk. He thought my sister was a cheater! FWA! As if.”
He crossed his arms and stuck his nose in the air.
Key leaned over and whispered into Onew’s ear, “Why is he like this? What is the big deal?” Onew shrugged.
Jonghyun’s phone started twitting and making a fit in his front pocket. Angrily, he snatched at it throwing it open. He scowled. “Umma.” He cleared his throat before placing the phone to his ear. “Umma~~! How have you been?”
A few head nods and uninterested looks before he replied, “Yeah. She told me….Uh huh….Well…no.... Next weekend, oh I’m definitely busy. You know comeback and whatnot.”
Loudly, Key said, “HEY ONEW WHAT ARE WE GOING TO DO NEXT WEEKEND SINCE WE HAVE IT OFF?”
The way Jonghyun was jumping around and swinging his arms was tremendously entertaining to his friends. He choked a bit as he said, “No umma-But really I should still practice-Sorry…Yes Umma. I promise I’ll be there.” He slapped the phone shut and flung it at Key, missing him and hitting Onew square on the forehead.
“You asshole!” he yelled at Key, “Now I have to go home and meet this guy!”
Key crossed his legs and swayed a bit. “I have no idea what you are talking about.”
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Jonghyun was still cursing Key by next Friday, even as he was packing a small bag full of essentials. “I hate you, Kibum.”
Said person grunted and rolled over on his top bunk. “Complaining about having to spend time with your family.”
Jonghyun shot daggers at the slender back. “You know I love my family. I just don’t want to-“
“see the ‘dude.’ I know. You’ve told me a million times.” Key rolled over again and stared at the dejected boy slowly stuffing a shirt in his bag.
He jumped down and yanked the shirt from his grip, carefully folding it up and placing it in the bag nicely. Jonghyun stepped aside and let Key pack the rest of his things as he watched quietly.
“What if I don’t like him?”
Key looked up as he heard the nearly inaudible voice. Jonghyun had his head down, bangs falling over his face. He stopped his ministrations and slung an arm around his hyung’s shoulders. “Maybe you won’t. But you should at least try to get along.” His arm slid off and he continued placing the clean underwear into its appropriate spot.
A loud sigh. “I don’t want to go.” Key pushed Jonghyun hard enough to send him flying onto Onew’s bed with a soft ‘oompf.’ Jonghyun rolled around, pawing at Key’s shirt ends. “Say, Kibummie~”
The self-proclaimed diva heard the shadiness in that voice and immediately backed away. “Whatever it is: NO.”
A hand reached out and grasped at a belt loop, successfully pulling Key down on top of him. Jonghyun nestled his nose into the pokey, buzzed side of Key’s head. “You don’t even know what I was going to say~”
Struggling to sit up, Key said, “It doesn’t matter. When you get that tone in your voice, it can’t be good.”
Jonghyun nipped at an ear. “It is good. A very good idea.”
Sighing, he relaxed in his boyfriend’s arms. “What is it?”
Key felt lips turn up to a smirk on the side of his neck. He felt, rather than heard, “Come with me.”
After the initial shock set in, Key began laughing hysterically, shuddering in the older boy’s arms. Jonghyun kept prodding at him, telling him to go which just made Key laugh even harder. Still chuckling, he uttered, “Your parents want you. Not me. I’d just be in the way.”
“Nooo. My parents love you. Probably even more than me.”
“Well, that’s understandable. I’m lovable.” Key’s smirk quickly dissipated as Jonghyun poked him in the cheek multiple times. He stared into two, large, brown eyes filled with such desperation and hope it made him want to gag. But if Key only had one weakness, it was Jonghyun’s puppy eyes.
“FINE. I’ll go. Just…make sure your parents are okay with it.”
~*~*~*~
A toothy smile stretched across his face, Jonghyun hopped up the steps and knocked on the wooden door cheerfully. Turning back, he saw
Key lagging behind, dragging his feet up the walkway, carrying two heavy bags over his shoulders.
“I’m not your damn busboy,” Key muttered. As soon as he stepped onto the stoop the door swung upon, revealing a very pretty woman in a posh dress.
“Jonghyunnie~” She wrapped her lithe arms around his waist; he hugged her back with a little more force than necessary.
“Hey, Umma.” He kissed her cheek and gazed inside. “Who’s here?”
“Just your father. Your sister is out shopping.” She smiled brightly at her son and soon welcomed Key into her warm embrace as well. “It’s so nice to see you again, Kibum! Gosh, you’ve changed so much.” She patted his cheek as he smiled at her.
“Thank you for having me, Mrs. Kim.”
She waved him off dismissively. “No need to call me that. You’re like a son to me, call me ‘umma.’” She smiled brightly at him, even though he gave her a slightly alarmed look. She grabbed both their hands, dragging them inside the well-decorated and welcoming home.
“Jonghyun, I got your room ready. I put a futon by your bed for Kibum as well.” She smiled once more as she shuffled into the kitchen, leaving the boys on their own.
Key flung one of the bags roughly against Jonghyun’s chest. “Let’s go.” He stomped up the stairs, heading for the 3rd door on the right. Key had only been to Jonghyun’s parents’ house twice many years ago, but he remembered the layout quite well. Shoving the door open, he flung his bag onto the ground, looking around. “Nothing’s changed.”
Jonghyun appeared in the doorway staring at his childhood room. “Umma wanted to keep it how I left it. So I feel I always have a place to come back to.” He walked in, staring at his postered wall. “I think I should take some of these down.”
Key cranked his head to the side to look at what his friend was talking about. He burst out laughing as soon as he saw some of the posters, most were older bands and artists, while others… “I still cannot believe your mother let you put those up! Let alone you keep them up.” He gagged a bit as his eyes fell on a particular one.
An obvious blush crept onto Jonghyun’s cheeks. “Shuddap. I was young and impressionable.” He grasped at the corner of one poster and tugged until it fell on the floor. He promptly folded it up and threw it in the trash. He continued this process until each offending poster had a new home in the garbage can.
Watching the process with a smirk, Key pointed at the ceiling. “You missed one.”
Cursing under his breath, Jonghyun jumped on his bed, swinging his arms to try to bat it down.
“Did you have nice dreams under that hot body?” Key sniggered.
Jonghyun ignored him, still jumping frantically to get some sort of hold on the poster.
“You’re too short.” Key stepped up on the mattress gracefully, shoving the older boy to the side. He reached up, grasped a corner and effectively ripped the poster down. He rolled it up and hit Jonghyun on the head with it. A fight ensued as Jonghyun bounded for the newly crafted weapon, Key skillfully hopping of the bed and skipping to an empty corner of the room. Brushing himself off as he got up from the floor, Jonghyun moved quickly, trapping his best friend between his body and the wall.
Key sniggered and hit him on the head lightly. “So this got you off, huh?”
Jonghyun lowered his head, a dark smirk crawling on his face. “Does that make you jealous?”
The diva chuckled softly, dropping the rolled paper to the floor and running his hands through Jonghyun’s brown locks. “Not at all. I’m not that insecure.”
The distance between them got smaller as the shorter of the two leaned in. Jonghyun whispered, “I think you’re jealous. Thinking that I could have naughty fantasies about someone other than you?”
Eyes darkened and the fingers laced through the silky locks tightened. “I’m sexier than any of those models, prettier than any girl, and more handsome than all men. So no. I don’t care if you jerked one out to them.” The fingers pulled enough to create some pain, lips brushing gently against Jonghyun’s left ear. “Just know you are the luckiest guy to have me.”
Jonghyun snickered, running his palm along the buzz cut. “Aren’t you the one that’s lucky?”
Key pulled away and gazed at his lover with blazing eyes. “You think you’re such a hot shot, don’t you?” A hand slipped from hair and brushed down a toned body to rest against a firm backside. Jonghyun closed the space between them, lips barely touching, but just enough to drive Key crazy. The body underneath him lurched forward, yearning for more contact. The little mewls coming from Key shot through
Jonghyun’s body like wildfire straight to his groin.
Grasping the side with the most hair, Jonghyun smashed their lips together in a heated kiss, letting his tongue travel along the grooves of Key’s mouth, tasting and appreciating all that Key had to offer-
“Jonghyun-ah!”
Breaking apart with a loud smack, Jonghyun shot across the room faster than the speed of lightning, burying himself in his bed. The other boy looked around frantically, settling on a desk and moving to it quickly as he heard footsteps approaching.
Jonghyun’s mother stepped in, still with a genuine smile on her face. Her eyes landed on the bed, her son completely covered from head to toe. She put a hand over her mouth and whispered to wide-eyed boy, “Is he asleep?”
Key forced a smile on his face and nodded. “Yeah. He’s been working hard.”
A small frown graced the woman’s beauty. “You two work too much. It’s hard to see you both exhausted.” She entered the room with soft steps, stopping in front of Key. “He’s been okay, hasn’t he? He doesn’t talk much about work. I really worry about him.”
Key saw the sadness seeping from her eyes, much like when he would see his own mother after a long absence. “He’s been good. Really good,” he answered. Her eyes flittered back to the figure on the bed. Her worries were obviously not quelled. Key tried again, “He has a lot of people looking after him. Onew-hyung makes sure we are all in good health. Taemin always keeps him on his toes. Minho comforts him after a hard day. And I…well, I’m always there for him.” That seemed to do the trick as a smile reappeared.
“Okay. He does have a lot of people that care for him.” She patted Key on the back. “Are you hungry? Lunch should be ready soon.”
Key nodded fervently. “We haven’t eaten for a while. Lunch would be great. Thank you.”
She gave him a small hug and said, “I would like him to get as much sleep as possible, but if he wakes up in ten minutes, you both come down, okay?” He bowed his head slightly, telling her he would be down soon. She exited, quietly pulling the door shut behind her.
“That’s one way to ruin a boner.”
Key hit the blanketed body with a closed fist. “I can’t believe you.”
Jonghyun threw the covers off his head, grinning at Key. “We have at least ten minutes.” He wriggled his eyebrows suggestively.
Key walked away, opening the door, saying, “Lunch is ready.”
author: dubukisses
pairing: jonghyun/key
rating: pg-13
genre: humor, romance
warnings: language
summary: Jonghyun goes spastic over his sister’s news and needs Key to help him through it
“My sister is getting married.”
Four pairs of eyes settled on the disheveled young man, jacket hanging off his broad shoulders, pants falling off his hips despite the tight belt, hat barely hanging on his head, completely out of breath, and face in absolute horror. After taking this image in, the eyes went back to what they were doing.
“HEY!” huffed out Jonghyun. “Aren’t you going to say something?!”
Key didn’t even bother to look up from his fashion magazine when he answered, “So what? She can do what she wants.”
Jonghyun stared at him incredulously. “ARE YOU KIDDING ME?! It’s my sister! MY NOONA!!”
“So.”
Still flustered after his run from the small café, Jonghyun really did not want to start a long-winded argument with the half-shaven head man.
Trying to gain some sympathy he plopped himself onto Leader’s lap, disrupting the music sheets. He gave the older man his biggest puppy eyes. “JINKI-AH~! You know it’s a bad thing right?”
Shifting uncomfortably, Onew tried rescuing the crumpled sheets from any more disaster. Carefully, he said, “Well, Jonghyun…If she is happy with whomever she’s with, then shouldn’t it be okay?”
Jonghyun pouted and promptly leapt off the warm thighs to retreat to their youngest. “Taeminnie! You have an older brother. You wouldn’t like it if he got married, right?”
Taemin looked up from his complicated math homework and shook his head. “If that’s what he wanted to do…who am I to stop him?”
A deep growl resounded within Jonghyun’s throat. He gave it one last try. “Minho~ You have a big brother too!! And you’re really close, and I’m sure you would be wary if he told you he was getting married.”
“Not really.”
Jonghyun exploded. “FUCK YOU ALL. NONE OF YOU HAVE A SISTER! I am supposed to protect her! What if this guy’s a big douche? What if he will hurt her? WHAT IF THEY GET A DIVORCE? Oh my god, she’s gonna have kids! What if they acted worse than me growing up? WHY ARE YOU ALL JUST SITTING THERE AS IF I AM NOT HAVING A BREAKDOWN?!”
Onew looked up briefly. “It’s not unusual for you to freak out over little things.”
“YOU DON’T EVEN KNOW THE WHOLE STORY-“
“Then tell us.” Key threw down his magazine, grabbed his cup full of tea and settled himself further into the couch.
Jonghyun sighed with relief. Finally, his friends were actually going to be cooperative for once. He crossed his arms and tapped his foot, waiting for the others to stop all other (no matter how important) activities to focus completely on him.
When he was positive he had all eyes on him he began, “Okay, so yesterday I get this weird phone call. I didn’t think much of it; maybe it was some fan that somehow got my number. Anyway, it was a guy and he was speaking some realllllly bad Korean. Like “Whose you are?” and “Doing what to me?” and I had no idea what he was saying-“
“What does this have anything to do with your sister getting married?” Key interrupted.
Jonghyun shot him a dirty look. “I was getting there. Anywho, this dude called me like seven times. After the first call, like hell I would pick up again, right? No. Curiosity got the better of me. I picked it up again! And it was still that guy with the crappy Korean. He said hello pretty well and then something and then he started spewing off English!”
“What’d he say?” Taemin asked.
“Does it look like I can speak English?” Jonghyun questioned, somewhat irritated. “No. So I just cussed him out telling him to never call again.”
“Did you really swear?” Onew looked worried.
Jonghyun rolled his eyes. “NO MOMMY. I didn’t swear.” Another eye roll for effect. “Well, I thought that would be the end of that, but NOOOoOOOoo. He texted me! Texted me!”
“In English?” Taemin inquired.
“No. Korean.” Jonghyun tapped his foot impatiently on the ground. “It said: “Who are you?” CREEPY RIGHT? Like anyone doesn’t know who I am.” There was a collective eyeroll throughout the room before Jonghyun continued, “I thought I’d mess with the guy, so I said I’m Super Junior’s Yesung. And there was no response for like, 3 hours. Then I got this raging text that made no sense whatsoever: Get away…stop seeing her… You asshole…I’ll hurt you if you come near…So I thought maybe Yesung had really pissed someone off or something.”
“Aigoo…” Onew trailed off, rubbing his temples to ward off the growing headache.
“BUT IT HAD NOTHING TO DO WITH YESUNG. This dude just thought I was kicking it with his girlfriend!” Jonghyun snorted loudly.
“Apparently my phone number was in her phone a lot and he thought she was cheating on him with me! Not that I wouldn’t blame her for doing so…”
“Skip the egofest and get on with the story,” Key demanded, flicking some tea at Jonghyun’s head.
“Right. So today, my sister calls me up and tells me she wants to meet with me. She chose this gaudy little pink café that only girls and Key would like.”
“Fuck you.”
“Fuck you too. So I meet her there and we talk about stuff and she pulls out this cellphone and shows me a text message. MY text message I sent to that dude. ‘Course I was flipping shit then, cuz either my sister had a really bad throat last night that forgot all her Korean or she knew the dude!”
Key waved his hand to get everyone’s attention. “LEMME GUESS. This ‘dude’ is your sister’s fiancée and he probably saw your number on her phone and got suspicious and called you. Am I right?”
Jonghyun looked nonplussed. “Fine. Skip my story and get to the ending.”
“Is Key right?” Taemin queried.
The shorter man clicked his tongue and turned on his heel. “Yes. Key is right.”
After those words, four bodies resumed what they had been up to earlier. Jonghyun stared at them in disbelief. “I wasn’t done!” A collective sigh as everyone once again put down what they were doing. Jonghyun smiled at the obedience. “OK! That’s the way she broke the news to me, “Oh, the man calling you yesterday is my fiancée.” Like that’s not a slap in the face. And she goes on to tell me he’s from fucking America. He’s doing some teaching English in Korea shit and somehow they met and I dunno started sexing each other up or something.”
“Aren’t you overreacting just a bit?” Onew stood up and walked to the center of the room. “To go from meeting someone to sex is a little hasty.”
“I DON’T FUCKING KNOW~~~~~! JEEZ.” Jonghyun shooed the older boy away. “So anyway, they’re engaged and are planning on getting married in a MONTH.”
“Is she pregnant?” Taemin asked.
Jonghyun sputtered around before yelling, “NOOO! At least…she didn’t tell me that.”
Finally speaking out, Minho suggested, “Hyung, maybe you should get to know him. Since he’s going to be your brother-in-law and whatnot.”
Never had such a dirty look been thrown at the tall boy. Shaking his head, Minho stuck his nose back into his book. Let his hyung act like a child, he didn’t care.
“NO FUCKING WAY!” Jonghyun screamed (still in perfect pitch). “I’m not meeting that jerk. He thought my sister was a cheater! FWA! As if.”
He crossed his arms and stuck his nose in the air.
Key leaned over and whispered into Onew’s ear, “Why is he like this? What is the big deal?” Onew shrugged.
Jonghyun’s phone started twitting and making a fit in his front pocket. Angrily, he snatched at it throwing it open. He scowled. “Umma.” He cleared his throat before placing the phone to his ear. “Umma~~! How have you been?”
A few head nods and uninterested looks before he replied, “Yeah. She told me….Uh huh….Well…no.... Next weekend, oh I’m definitely busy. You know comeback and whatnot.”
Loudly, Key said, “HEY ONEW WHAT ARE WE GOING TO DO NEXT WEEKEND SINCE WE HAVE IT OFF?”
The way Jonghyun was jumping around and swinging his arms was tremendously entertaining to his friends. He choked a bit as he said, “No umma-But really I should still practice-Sorry…Yes Umma. I promise I’ll be there.” He slapped the phone shut and flung it at Key, missing him and hitting Onew square on the forehead.
“You asshole!” he yelled at Key, “Now I have to go home and meet this guy!”
Key crossed his legs and swayed a bit. “I have no idea what you are talking about.”
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Jonghyun was still cursing Key by next Friday, even as he was packing a small bag full of essentials. “I hate you, Kibum.”
Said person grunted and rolled over on his top bunk. “Complaining about having to spend time with your family.”
Jonghyun shot daggers at the slender back. “You know I love my family. I just don’t want to-“
“see the ‘dude.’ I know. You’ve told me a million times.” Key rolled over again and stared at the dejected boy slowly stuffing a shirt in his bag.
He jumped down and yanked the shirt from his grip, carefully folding it up and placing it in the bag nicely. Jonghyun stepped aside and let Key pack the rest of his things as he watched quietly.
“What if I don’t like him?”
Key looked up as he heard the nearly inaudible voice. Jonghyun had his head down, bangs falling over his face. He stopped his ministrations and slung an arm around his hyung’s shoulders. “Maybe you won’t. But you should at least try to get along.” His arm slid off and he continued placing the clean underwear into its appropriate spot.
A loud sigh. “I don’t want to go.” Key pushed Jonghyun hard enough to send him flying onto Onew’s bed with a soft ‘oompf.’ Jonghyun rolled around, pawing at Key’s shirt ends. “Say, Kibummie~”
The self-proclaimed diva heard the shadiness in that voice and immediately backed away. “Whatever it is: NO.”
A hand reached out and grasped at a belt loop, successfully pulling Key down on top of him. Jonghyun nestled his nose into the pokey, buzzed side of Key’s head. “You don’t even know what I was going to say~”
Struggling to sit up, Key said, “It doesn’t matter. When you get that tone in your voice, it can’t be good.”
Jonghyun nipped at an ear. “It is good. A very good idea.”
Sighing, he relaxed in his boyfriend’s arms. “What is it?”
Key felt lips turn up to a smirk on the side of his neck. He felt, rather than heard, “Come with me.”
After the initial shock set in, Key began laughing hysterically, shuddering in the older boy’s arms. Jonghyun kept prodding at him, telling him to go which just made Key laugh even harder. Still chuckling, he uttered, “Your parents want you. Not me. I’d just be in the way.”
“Nooo. My parents love you. Probably even more than me.”
“Well, that’s understandable. I’m lovable.” Key’s smirk quickly dissipated as Jonghyun poked him in the cheek multiple times. He stared into two, large, brown eyes filled with such desperation and hope it made him want to gag. But if Key only had one weakness, it was Jonghyun’s puppy eyes.
“FINE. I’ll go. Just…make sure your parents are okay with it.”
~*~*~*~
A toothy smile stretched across his face, Jonghyun hopped up the steps and knocked on the wooden door cheerfully. Turning back, he saw
Key lagging behind, dragging his feet up the walkway, carrying two heavy bags over his shoulders.
“I’m not your damn busboy,” Key muttered. As soon as he stepped onto the stoop the door swung upon, revealing a very pretty woman in a posh dress.
“Jonghyunnie~” She wrapped her lithe arms around his waist; he hugged her back with a little more force than necessary.
“Hey, Umma.” He kissed her cheek and gazed inside. “Who’s here?”
“Just your father. Your sister is out shopping.” She smiled brightly at her son and soon welcomed Key into her warm embrace as well. “It’s so nice to see you again, Kibum! Gosh, you’ve changed so much.” She patted his cheek as he smiled at her.
“Thank you for having me, Mrs. Kim.”
She waved him off dismissively. “No need to call me that. You’re like a son to me, call me ‘umma.’” She smiled brightly at him, even though he gave her a slightly alarmed look. She grabbed both their hands, dragging them inside the well-decorated and welcoming home.
“Jonghyun, I got your room ready. I put a futon by your bed for Kibum as well.” She smiled once more as she shuffled into the kitchen, leaving the boys on their own.
Key flung one of the bags roughly against Jonghyun’s chest. “Let’s go.” He stomped up the stairs, heading for the 3rd door on the right. Key had only been to Jonghyun’s parents’ house twice many years ago, but he remembered the layout quite well. Shoving the door open, he flung his bag onto the ground, looking around. “Nothing’s changed.”
Jonghyun appeared in the doorway staring at his childhood room. “Umma wanted to keep it how I left it. So I feel I always have a place to come back to.” He walked in, staring at his postered wall. “I think I should take some of these down.”
Key cranked his head to the side to look at what his friend was talking about. He burst out laughing as soon as he saw some of the posters, most were older bands and artists, while others… “I still cannot believe your mother let you put those up! Let alone you keep them up.” He gagged a bit as his eyes fell on a particular one.
An obvious blush crept onto Jonghyun’s cheeks. “Shuddap. I was young and impressionable.” He grasped at the corner of one poster and tugged until it fell on the floor. He promptly folded it up and threw it in the trash. He continued this process until each offending poster had a new home in the garbage can.
Watching the process with a smirk, Key pointed at the ceiling. “You missed one.”
Cursing under his breath, Jonghyun jumped on his bed, swinging his arms to try to bat it down.
“Did you have nice dreams under that hot body?” Key sniggered.
Jonghyun ignored him, still jumping frantically to get some sort of hold on the poster.
“You’re too short.” Key stepped up on the mattress gracefully, shoving the older boy to the side. He reached up, grasped a corner and effectively ripped the poster down. He rolled it up and hit Jonghyun on the head with it. A fight ensued as Jonghyun bounded for the newly crafted weapon, Key skillfully hopping of the bed and skipping to an empty corner of the room. Brushing himself off as he got up from the floor, Jonghyun moved quickly, trapping his best friend between his body and the wall.
Key sniggered and hit him on the head lightly. “So this got you off, huh?”
Jonghyun lowered his head, a dark smirk crawling on his face. “Does that make you jealous?”
The diva chuckled softly, dropping the rolled paper to the floor and running his hands through Jonghyun’s brown locks. “Not at all. I’m not that insecure.”
The distance between them got smaller as the shorter of the two leaned in. Jonghyun whispered, “I think you’re jealous. Thinking that I could have naughty fantasies about someone other than you?”
Eyes darkened and the fingers laced through the silky locks tightened. “I’m sexier than any of those models, prettier than any girl, and more handsome than all men. So no. I don’t care if you jerked one out to them.” The fingers pulled enough to create some pain, lips brushing gently against Jonghyun’s left ear. “Just know you are the luckiest guy to have me.”
Jonghyun snickered, running his palm along the buzz cut. “Aren’t you the one that’s lucky?”
Key pulled away and gazed at his lover with blazing eyes. “You think you’re such a hot shot, don’t you?” A hand slipped from hair and brushed down a toned body to rest against a firm backside. Jonghyun closed the space between them, lips barely touching, but just enough to drive Key crazy. The body underneath him lurched forward, yearning for more contact. The little mewls coming from Key shot through
Jonghyun’s body like wildfire straight to his groin.
Grasping the side with the most hair, Jonghyun smashed their lips together in a heated kiss, letting his tongue travel along the grooves of Key’s mouth, tasting and appreciating all that Key had to offer-
“Jonghyun-ah!”
Breaking apart with a loud smack, Jonghyun shot across the room faster than the speed of lightning, burying himself in his bed. The other boy looked around frantically, settling on a desk and moving to it quickly as he heard footsteps approaching.
Jonghyun’s mother stepped in, still with a genuine smile on her face. Her eyes landed on the bed, her son completely covered from head to toe. She put a hand over her mouth and whispered to wide-eyed boy, “Is he asleep?”
Key forced a smile on his face and nodded. “Yeah. He’s been working hard.”
A small frown graced the woman’s beauty. “You two work too much. It’s hard to see you both exhausted.” She entered the room with soft steps, stopping in front of Key. “He’s been okay, hasn’t he? He doesn’t talk much about work. I really worry about him.”
Key saw the sadness seeping from her eyes, much like when he would see his own mother after a long absence. “He’s been good. Really good,” he answered. Her eyes flittered back to the figure on the bed. Her worries were obviously not quelled. Key tried again, “He has a lot of people looking after him. Onew-hyung makes sure we are all in good health. Taemin always keeps him on his toes. Minho comforts him after a hard day. And I…well, I’m always there for him.” That seemed to do the trick as a smile reappeared.
“Okay. He does have a lot of people that care for him.” She patted Key on the back. “Are you hungry? Lunch should be ready soon.”
Key nodded fervently. “We haven’t eaten for a while. Lunch would be great. Thank you.”
She gave him a small hug and said, “I would like him to get as much sleep as possible, but if he wakes up in ten minutes, you both come down, okay?” He bowed his head slightly, telling her he would be down soon. She exited, quietly pulling the door shut behind her.
“That’s one way to ruin a boner.”
Key hit the blanketed body with a closed fist. “I can’t believe you.”
Jonghyun threw the covers off his head, grinning at Key. “We have at least ten minutes.” He wriggled his eyebrows suggestively.
Key walked away, opening the door, saying, “Lunch is ready.”