[5] CARDS
Title: Cards
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Onew/Key
Words: ~1780
A/N: Exhausted. Ferreally realzz. I'm planning on this to be a series of sorts. Prompts from in_vazn Claim Table #6 : Cards.
“Full house on kings, hyung.”
His eyebrow twitched, caught off-guard by the startlingly high hand. Jinki looked at Kibum, whose tightlipped smile widened under narrowing eyes. No, not just narrowing; laughing. Kibum was laughing at Jinki, non-verbally, but loud and clear none the less.
But it shouldn’t have come down to this. He hadn’t planned on it coming down to this. After all it was Jinki’s idea to pull the cards out in the first place.
Rain hindered their plans of playing basketball after dinner, while a power outage prevented them from leaving their apartment. Minho had to tiptoe to reach the candles nestled on the top of their kitchen cabinets. They sat around the kitchen table, the occasional shadow puppet danced on the walls, thanks to the magnae. Jinki suggested they play cards, to pass the time until they were ready to sleep.
At first they played a round of slapjack; this was soon stopped when complaints were heard about Kibum’s unrelenting, although oddly soft, love taps.
Jonghyun took the deck of cards and began to read the members’ fortunes; this activity was stopped with Taemin complained that the accuracy of the cards scared him. He went to bed immediately after that, muttering something about suddenly feeling an ominous presence.
Three stories were completed on the house of cards before Minho accidentally sneezed it down. Jonghyun followed Minho into the bedroom, as he was already fast asleep on the table by the time the second story was constructed.
Jinki suggested the two remaining members play poker. But it was Kibum who suggested they make it a bit more interesting.
“Hyung, have you ever heard of strip poker?”
Round by round another piece of clothing was removed. First a sock, then a wristband, and before Jinki knew it he was down to his undershirt and boxers. He looked over at the smirking dongsaeng, who was up by both his pajama top and bottoms. Who would have guessed that the gentle, playful Kibum would have such a wicked poker face?
“What do you have, hyung?”
He looked down at his own cards. A minute ago he had expected to win with a straight, jack high. Now he found himself putting the hand down, looking away with an embarrassed grimace. He could hear Kibum chuckling as the leader proceeded to take off his undershirt; it was chucked onto the sad pool of his other articles of clothing.
Kibum shuffled the deck, humming to himself. He dealt their hands while Jinki frantically thought of a plan.
“Kibumah, don’t you want to go to sleep yet?”
“No hyung, I’m still having fun.”
“Kibumah, I really think you should go to sleep now. It’s late.”
“No hyung, I’m winning. Don’t think I’m going to let you off the hook just yet. This game isn’t done.”
Jinki gaped at the younger boy, who sat across from him with what he certainly considered a winning smile. The leader took his hand, trying to keep a stoic face. A jolt ran through his spine: fortune had smiled upon him as he now held in his possession two queens and two jacks. If he could get either a queen or a jack on the next flop, he certainly would have a very formidable hand. He put his card down, hitting the deck once, and looked at his new card.
He looked down at a queen of hearts.
It was hard for the leader to contain his glee. He felt his eyebrow twitch. With an odd sort of grimace he put down his cards.
“Well Kibum, I think we’re even no-“
“I’ve got a royal flush, hyung. How about you?”
Jinki could feel his lips form an o as he looked at the both of their hands. His eyes went from his pitiful house, to Kibum’s flush, and finally, down to his own boxers.
“So…listen…I know we said strip poker but…Kibuma-”
“You can’t just leave me empty handed, hyu-”
“What if I gave you something else instead then.”
At this Kibum cocked his head to one side. What could he want more than Jinki?
“I have a stash, Kibumah, a secret one, under the floorboards under my bed.”
“A…stash? Of what?”
Jinki got to his feet and lead the younger boy to the bedroom. The younger didn’t know quite what to expect. Nude magazines? Chips? Knowing Jinki it might just be a treasure trove of candy.
The other members of the group were thankfully asleep as the leader snuck in and crawled under his bed. He came out with a shoebox and set it on the floor, beckoning Kibum over. Silently they opened the top, and in the dim moonlight the gleam of a vodka bottle and a silver flask shone. Jinki took two small glasses from the box, pouring them to the rim, and handed one to Kibum.
The younger boy took a whiff of the contents, making a face as the strong smell burned his nose. At this Jinki grinned, lifted his glass, and downed the liquid in one go. Kibum attempted to follow suit but began coughing as a fire drained through his throat. His eyes began to tear as he stood and hurried to the bathroom. Turning on the faucet he ferociously cupped water into his hands and drank it. A hand on his shoulder stopped him and handed him a cup of orange juice.
“Water isn’t exactly the best chase in the world.”
He swished the fruity liquid in his mouth, allowing the tastes to mix. The sourness from the citrus complimented the burn in his mouth, and suddenly his mouth was dry, thirsty. Kibum followed the leader as he went to the kitchen. The orange juice box was already out, ready and waiting.
“What if, rather than clothes, we play for drinks Kibumah?”
Kibum licked his lips. It was a rather tasty drink… He nodded picking up the cards where they lay and shuffled them.
The night progressed. The orange juice container got lighter and lighter. Soon enough Jinki, clad only in his boxers, was facing a very red faced Kibum. It was nearly 4 in the morning, and although they were being very careful to whisper, Jinki couldn’t help but notice the spike in Kibum’s volume as his number of shots increased. Jinki could feel a buzz starting, but he was still coherent enough to notice the swagger in Kibum’s motions. This kid really took a liking to the orange juice. Every time Kibum won, he took another shot. Every time Kibum lost (this wasn’t very often) he took off a piece of clothing until finally he was down to his boxers and pajama top.
“Kibumah, maybe you really should go to sleep this time.”
“No! I’m winning! This g-game isn’t over yet…”
“If you go to sleep right now, I’ll wash the dishes for you tomorrow morning. Maybe even cook breakfa-“
Kibum slapped his current hand onto the table, clutching the buttons of his pajamas as he stood.
“ L-look at all the clothes I’m still wearing…You really are bad at poker, aren’t you? Why did you even suggest to play it. Maybe…you wanted
to see me. Is that what you wanted, hyung?”
He took one button, then two. Jinki gulped. All he wanted was to play poker; Kibum was the one who decided to involve clothing. Wouldn’t that mean that Kibum wanted to see him? In all honesty, the entire situation wasn’t entirely unsettling. But that odd, lingering feeling didn’t stop the leader from standing up and taking Kibum’s hands into his own.
“I think it’s time for us to sleep, Kibumah, you don’t know what you’re do-“
At that moment, Kibum, emboldened by his elevated blood alcohol level, leaned into Jinki’s lips. Unfortunately, because of the same elevated blood alcohol level, Kibum wasn’t aware of his own force, knocking both Jinki and himself down to the floor of the kitchen. Kibum lifted his head, and looked into Jinki’s eyes, quite woozy from both the booze and the fall.
“H-hyung, I’m so sorry, I don’t know what I was thinking. I just sort of… fell forward, and then-”
Much to his surprise Jinki’s lips recaptured his own. He felt altogether much too warm and much too dizzy, but this time it wasn’t the alcohol. His head swam. All he could think of was the warmth he felt on his lips, the pulsating life that beat under him, and the hands that kept him steady.
When the broke apart, a confused look was shared. Not so much confused as it was just surprised, shocked, at the events that had just transpired. Kibum didn’t know what to think, but he was beginning to get a headache and desperately wanted to get to bed all of a sudden. A moan escaped his lips as he curled in the fetal position, muttering something about not feeling well. He crawled off Jinki, attempting to get himself to the bedroom, but lay on the floor when he realized he didn’t know which way the bedroom was.
Jinki picked up his arms first, then the rest of his body before Kibum realized he was being carried. As he faded into black, the last thing he thought of was the scent of Jinki radiating off his back: citrus, for sure, sour with a little sweet. Kibum had already passed out by the time Jinki got to the bedroom. The leader struggled to get the both of them into the room quietly, putting the younger boy on the edge of the beds while he went out to put all the evidence away into hiding. First the vodka bottle and the shot glasses went into the shoebox, and the entire thing he tucked under his bed. Kibum had already started snoring when Jinki sat atop his own bed, his buzz worn off, and his clothes returned to his body. Jinki attempted to dress Kibum, but stopped, deciding not waking the boy was the best approach at this point.
He looked at the boy, then the boy’s elevated bed, before deciding that Kibum was fine where he was. Chuckling, he traced Kibum’s jawline, before finally pressing his warm lips upon the younger boy’s forehead.
“Let’s do this again sometime soon, yeah Kibumah?”
He looked down with smiling lips, moving Kibum's arms to what he thought would be a more comfortable position. That was when the leader felt something that surely wasn't flesh under the sleeves of the younger boy's pajamas. He peeked inside, and immediately saw the reason why he almost found himself naked that night.
Tucked into the folds of Kibum's pajamas were face cards, aces, and 10's.
Jiki stared into the sleeves, flabbergasted, utterly astounded.
"You little cheat!"
Comments are appreciated :]
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Onew/Key
Words: ~1780
A/N: Exhausted. Ferreally realzz. I'm planning on this to be a series of sorts. Prompts from in_vazn Claim Table #6 : Cards.
“Full house on kings, hyung.”
His eyebrow twitched, caught off-guard by the startlingly high hand. Jinki looked at Kibum, whose tightlipped smile widened under narrowing eyes. No, not just narrowing; laughing. Kibum was laughing at Jinki, non-verbally, but loud and clear none the less.
But it shouldn’t have come down to this. He hadn’t planned on it coming down to this. After all it was Jinki’s idea to pull the cards out in the first place.
Rain hindered their plans of playing basketball after dinner, while a power outage prevented them from leaving their apartment. Minho had to tiptoe to reach the candles nestled on the top of their kitchen cabinets. They sat around the kitchen table, the occasional shadow puppet danced on the walls, thanks to the magnae. Jinki suggested they play cards, to pass the time until they were ready to sleep.
At first they played a round of slapjack; this was soon stopped when complaints were heard about Kibum’s unrelenting, although oddly soft, love taps.
Jonghyun took the deck of cards and began to read the members’ fortunes; this activity was stopped with Taemin complained that the accuracy of the cards scared him. He went to bed immediately after that, muttering something about suddenly feeling an ominous presence.
Three stories were completed on the house of cards before Minho accidentally sneezed it down. Jonghyun followed Minho into the bedroom, as he was already fast asleep on the table by the time the second story was constructed.
Jinki suggested the two remaining members play poker. But it was Kibum who suggested they make it a bit more interesting.
“Hyung, have you ever heard of strip poker?”
Round by round another piece of clothing was removed. First a sock, then a wristband, and before Jinki knew it he was down to his undershirt and boxers. He looked over at the smirking dongsaeng, who was up by both his pajama top and bottoms. Who would have guessed that the gentle, playful Kibum would have such a wicked poker face?
“What do you have, hyung?”
He looked down at his own cards. A minute ago he had expected to win with a straight, jack high. Now he found himself putting the hand down, looking away with an embarrassed grimace. He could hear Kibum chuckling as the leader proceeded to take off his undershirt; it was chucked onto the sad pool of his other articles of clothing.
Kibum shuffled the deck, humming to himself. He dealt their hands while Jinki frantically thought of a plan.
“Kibumah, don’t you want to go to sleep yet?”
“No hyung, I’m still having fun.”
“Kibumah, I really think you should go to sleep now. It’s late.”
“No hyung, I’m winning. Don’t think I’m going to let you off the hook just yet. This game isn’t done.”
Jinki gaped at the younger boy, who sat across from him with what he certainly considered a winning smile. The leader took his hand, trying to keep a stoic face. A jolt ran through his spine: fortune had smiled upon him as he now held in his possession two queens and two jacks. If he could get either a queen or a jack on the next flop, he certainly would have a very formidable hand. He put his card down, hitting the deck once, and looked at his new card.
He looked down at a queen of hearts.
It was hard for the leader to contain his glee. He felt his eyebrow twitch. With an odd sort of grimace he put down his cards.
“Well Kibum, I think we’re even no-“
“I’ve got a royal flush, hyung. How about you?”
Jinki could feel his lips form an o as he looked at the both of their hands. His eyes went from his pitiful house, to Kibum’s flush, and finally, down to his own boxers.
“So…listen…I know we said strip poker but…Kibuma-”
“You can’t just leave me empty handed, hyu-”
“What if I gave you something else instead then.”
At this Kibum cocked his head to one side. What could he want more than Jinki?
“I have a stash, Kibumah, a secret one, under the floorboards under my bed.”
“A…stash? Of what?”
Jinki got to his feet and lead the younger boy to the bedroom. The younger didn’t know quite what to expect. Nude magazines? Chips? Knowing Jinki it might just be a treasure trove of candy.
The other members of the group were thankfully asleep as the leader snuck in and crawled under his bed. He came out with a shoebox and set it on the floor, beckoning Kibum over. Silently they opened the top, and in the dim moonlight the gleam of a vodka bottle and a silver flask shone. Jinki took two small glasses from the box, pouring them to the rim, and handed one to Kibum.
The younger boy took a whiff of the contents, making a face as the strong smell burned his nose. At this Jinki grinned, lifted his glass, and downed the liquid in one go. Kibum attempted to follow suit but began coughing as a fire drained through his throat. His eyes began to tear as he stood and hurried to the bathroom. Turning on the faucet he ferociously cupped water into his hands and drank it. A hand on his shoulder stopped him and handed him a cup of orange juice.
“Water isn’t exactly the best chase in the world.”
He swished the fruity liquid in his mouth, allowing the tastes to mix. The sourness from the citrus complimented the burn in his mouth, and suddenly his mouth was dry, thirsty. Kibum followed the leader as he went to the kitchen. The orange juice box was already out, ready and waiting.
“What if, rather than clothes, we play for drinks Kibumah?”
Kibum licked his lips. It was a rather tasty drink… He nodded picking up the cards where they lay and shuffled them.
The night progressed. The orange juice container got lighter and lighter. Soon enough Jinki, clad only in his boxers, was facing a very red faced Kibum. It was nearly 4 in the morning, and although they were being very careful to whisper, Jinki couldn’t help but notice the spike in Kibum’s volume as his number of shots increased. Jinki could feel a buzz starting, but he was still coherent enough to notice the swagger in Kibum’s motions. This kid really took a liking to the orange juice. Every time Kibum won, he took another shot. Every time Kibum lost (this wasn’t very often) he took off a piece of clothing until finally he was down to his boxers and pajama top.
“Kibumah, maybe you really should go to sleep this time.”
“No! I’m winning! This g-game isn’t over yet…”
“If you go to sleep right now, I’ll wash the dishes for you tomorrow morning. Maybe even cook breakfa-“
Kibum slapped his current hand onto the table, clutching the buttons of his pajamas as he stood.
“ L-look at all the clothes I’m still wearing…You really are bad at poker, aren’t you? Why did you even suggest to play it. Maybe…you wanted
to see me. Is that what you wanted, hyung?”
He took one button, then two. Jinki gulped. All he wanted was to play poker; Kibum was the one who decided to involve clothing. Wouldn’t that mean that Kibum wanted to see him? In all honesty, the entire situation wasn’t entirely unsettling. But that odd, lingering feeling didn’t stop the leader from standing up and taking Kibum’s hands into his own.
“I think it’s time for us to sleep, Kibumah, you don’t know what you’re do-“
At that moment, Kibum, emboldened by his elevated blood alcohol level, leaned into Jinki’s lips. Unfortunately, because of the same elevated blood alcohol level, Kibum wasn’t aware of his own force, knocking both Jinki and himself down to the floor of the kitchen. Kibum lifted his head, and looked into Jinki’s eyes, quite woozy from both the booze and the fall.
“H-hyung, I’m so sorry, I don’t know what I was thinking. I just sort of… fell forward, and then-”
Much to his surprise Jinki’s lips recaptured his own. He felt altogether much too warm and much too dizzy, but this time it wasn’t the alcohol. His head swam. All he could think of was the warmth he felt on his lips, the pulsating life that beat under him, and the hands that kept him steady.
When the broke apart, a confused look was shared. Not so much confused as it was just surprised, shocked, at the events that had just transpired. Kibum didn’t know what to think, but he was beginning to get a headache and desperately wanted to get to bed all of a sudden. A moan escaped his lips as he curled in the fetal position, muttering something about not feeling well. He crawled off Jinki, attempting to get himself to the bedroom, but lay on the floor when he realized he didn’t know which way the bedroom was.
Jinki picked up his arms first, then the rest of his body before Kibum realized he was being carried. As he faded into black, the last thing he thought of was the scent of Jinki radiating off his back: citrus, for sure, sour with a little sweet. Kibum had already passed out by the time Jinki got to the bedroom. The leader struggled to get the both of them into the room quietly, putting the younger boy on the edge of the beds while he went out to put all the evidence away into hiding. First the vodka bottle and the shot glasses went into the shoebox, and the entire thing he tucked under his bed. Kibum had already started snoring when Jinki sat atop his own bed, his buzz worn off, and his clothes returned to his body. Jinki attempted to dress Kibum, but stopped, deciding not waking the boy was the best approach at this point.
He looked at the boy, then the boy’s elevated bed, before deciding that Kibum was fine where he was. Chuckling, he traced Kibum’s jawline, before finally pressing his warm lips upon the younger boy’s forehead.
“Let’s do this again sometime soon, yeah Kibumah?”
He looked down with smiling lips, moving Kibum's arms to what he thought would be a more comfortable position. That was when the leader felt something that surely wasn't flesh under the sleeves of the younger boy's pajamas. He peeked inside, and immediately saw the reason why he almost found himself naked that night.
Tucked into the folds of Kibum's pajamas were face cards, aces, and 10's.
Jiki stared into the sleeves, flabbergasted, utterly astounded.
"You little cheat!"
Comments are appreciated :]