Work Affairs. Chapter 1.
Chapter 1: Mixed Feelings.
"Wake up in the morning feelin' like P. Diddy--"
I immediately slammed my hand down on the snooze button. I felt like crap and my looks weren't far from it, either.
"Oh, how I wish I could just be immune to bedhead." I thought to myself, looking in the mirror. Rubbing my eyes and wiping some of the drool away from my mouth -- looking around to make sure no one had seen -- I walked to the bathroom and began running my shower water. Clumsily forgetting to lock the door behind me.
"Doctor, Doctor Feel Good. Come make me feel real good." I laughed as I sung the song and danced flamboyantly while undressing. After a good five minutes or so, I finally made my way into the shower. I could feel the steady pressure of the water pound on the back of my neck, as I rested my hand on the wall below the faucet.
"Am I really going to go through with this?" I whispered.
"It's for the best." I concluded when I heard the door open and close, followed by the curtain being briefly opened.
"WHAT ARE YOU-" I shouted, only to be met with a figure behind me, an abrupt hand over my mouth, and another on my waist. His lips gently kissing my neck, only separating to utter "Shhh."
"What about the others?" I asked quietly, trying to resist as he continued running his soft lips across my neck.
"They are still asleep." he reassured me. His hand slowly moving lower and lower. That voice. That touch. I could feel goosebumps forming. Before I forfeited to his incontrovertible touch, I brought myself to my senses and grabbed his hand, immediately turning around to face him.
"Jonghyun," I continued "we shouldn't." I pulled the shower curtain back and gently shoved him out of the way, preparing to exit the shower. Suddenly, he grabbed my shoulder, spun me around, and threw me against the wall, pinning me. His hand composed on the wall to the right of me. My facial expression completely changed. I had never seen him like this before.
"Key, why have you been behaving so differently to me?" he asked in a somber tone. He grabbed my hand again and placed it on his chest. Everything was seemingly silent for a moment; I could only hear the soothing sound of water as it hit the bath floor. I could feel the faint beating of his heart. I was looking directly into his eyes and, as much as I wanted to, couldn't bring myself to look away.
"This heart. It only beats for you." he said, staring intently into my eyes. Deep, mature, soft -- His words pierced through me like a dagger. I knew at this point how much I loved this man, how I would do anything for him, and how I could no more convince myself to resist than I could to leave him. This is why I had to do it. His voice must have replayed in my head at least a thousand more times, penetrating deeper and deeper with each echo.
"I know you won't tell me, but please... can I kiss you?" He paused, but he was no longer looking at me. Instead, the ground.
"It just... hurts.. to be away from you for so long and you have been so weird. So please?" This time glancing back up at me. I could see those eyes welling up with pain and emptiness. Those beautiful puppy-dog eyes. I can hardly bare to see them glance in my direction, let alone see them suffer. I knew how difficult it was for him to say those few words. He is such a fool, always fighting his emotions. I was speechless. Genuinely speechless. For one of the first times in my life. All I could do was remove my eyes from him, looking at the ground, and nod, silently. I closed my eyes as his lips met mine. Jjong had been so different recently and this kiss was no exception. This was no ordinary kiss. To Jonghyun, this meant so, so much more. I knew him too well. Often times I wondered if I knew him too much. Jong hated having people get close to him. I thought that I owed him this -- he deserved at least this much. Even if nothing happens beyond this moment, this is enough. Nothing else matters right now. I wrapped my arms around his neck and I could feel him smile through our kiss. Such simplicities made him the happiest. He wasted no time delving more deeply into the kiss as soon as he knew I finally reciprocated. I welcomed his tongue into my mouth and I could soon feel his body pressed firmly against mine. His hands wrapped around my waist, gradually descending. I felt his grip fasten. He hastily flipped me around and my head was turned to the side, embracing the cold tile it was now connecting with. I parted my lips and let out a small gasp. I could feel the warmth of his chest on my back and him leaning.
"Key Kibum," he began, whispering in my ear so delicately, "I love you." My heart sunk into my chest.
"I don't want anyone else, only you. I just wish I could have you forever." I could feel his breath against, what was now, my neck as his lips brushed against it, nipping it.
"You could." I mummered under my breath, unaware if he could hear me or not. I lifted my hand up, grabbing at anything -- the curtains, the tile, and finally the towel rack placed directly outside of the shower -- trying not to moan, as he covered every inch of my neck. He grabbed my hand, twining it in his, and placed it on the wall above my head.
"Key," he began, his lips back at my ears, "can you promise me something?"
"Anything." I said, without thinking.
"Then promise me.." he continued, nuzzling his face in the crook of my neck, his words muffling.
"That you won't ever leave me." My eyes immediately flew open and I thew my entire body back, almost knocking him to the ground, but instead sent him stumbling in the opposite direction from the sheer force. I honestly hadn't even meant to. It was just an automatic reaction. I ran to get out of the shower, quickly grabbed a towel, and scurried out of the door after wrapping it around me. Expectedly, Jonghyun wasn't far behind. My eyes looking over my shoulder, I slammed smack-dab into a sculpted silhouette. Staggering backward a few steps, regaining my composure, I looked up to see Minho in my path. He looked at me, concerned, as a distraught look clothed my face.
That is, until he saw Jonghyun exiting the bathroom behind me. His gaze shifted to Jonghyun, then back to me, and gave me a look that I knew to be saying 'Oh, everything makes more sense now.' but instead he smiled, looking completely unaffected, and said "Oh, there you two are. Manager-sshi wants to see us all downstairs at once. Everyone else is already waiting." he paused. Surveying the look on my face. Minho and I had become quite close over the past couple of months. The once annoyingly tall Minho, whom I thought could not think one coherant thought beyond sports, became my best friend whom I frequently confided in. He understood. Probably better than anybody.
"And Jonghyun," he added "you may want to get ready in your own room. You know how things have been lately and Manager-sshi will give us a stern scolding if he catches you two in the same room, naked, coming from a shower together in nothing more than towe-"
"I get it. I'm heading to my room now." Jonghyun interrupted, storming past Minho and out the door before anyone even had a chance to stop him. Not that we wanted to, of course. I released a sigh of relief before rubbing the back of my neck and reluctantly looked in Minho's direction.
"Ah, thanks, Mi-" I began, only to receive a brief and dismissive "Don't mention it." from Minho as he, too, walked out. I leisurely made my way over to my bed, throwing my hands above my head, and falling with my back to it.
"What have you gotten yourself into?" I surmised in my head. I forced myself back onto my feet, grabbed some skinnies from my droor, and faught getting them on. Grabbing any shirt that was within my reach, I made my way out the door.
"Hey, I may look like crap, but that's what personal stylists and make-up artists are for, no?" I snickered to myself as I made my way down the stairs. Oh, how terribly awkward this day is bound to be.