Re: Inconvenienced 3a/? WIP warnings: omega-verse, heat, knotting
anonymous
March 8 2013, 07:03:31 UTC
The fourth heat came unexpected. They were in Bukchon Hanok, setting up to film another episode of Hello Baby when Jonghyun realized Kibum had been missing on his bathroom break for a while already. He set out to find him, out of boredom at first, but worry began to settle in when he found the bathroom to be empty. That was when it hit him, doing quick math in his head, and all of a sudden it was as if he could not get to him fast enough.
He asked the production crew if they had seen him, but they all shrugged at his question. Jonghyun wondered if Kibum had sneaked out on purpose to ensure he’d be alone, but at the same time the fact that he was most likely alone like this unnerved him. He tried to think logically, to think of where Kibum could possible go and it occurred to him that the walls in this ancient styled house were way too thin. He didn’t bother finding his coat and rushed outside in his hoodie, slipping past the front gate. He looked down the sidewalk, frowning, before his eyes fell on the many cars lining the street and he hoped he wasn’t wrong.
He ran up to their group van, the one with the tinted windows and knocked twice. There was the muted whirr of the doors being unlocked and Jonghyun took a deep breath before sliding into the backseat, where Kibum was sitting cross-legged. He left the door open, although Kibum seemed fairly composed.
“Is it bad, yet?” he asked carefully.
Kibum bit his lip and shook his head silently, leaving Jonghyun to frown at the mixed signals. Mindlessly, he inhaled and nearly choked.
That first time he had walked into the bedroom was nothing compared to this. He took in everything at once in uncannily vivid detail, from how dilated Kibum’s pupils were to how he could practically smell the wet spot in his jeans. Jonghyun jumped when Kibum reached past him to shut the door, hands trembling when he realized Kibum was keeping himself from writhing in his seat and barely succeeding.
Kibum took one look at him, gaze dark and heady, and opened his mouth to moan out-- “Please.”
Jonghyun froze, blood turning to ice in his veins only to melt and boil the very next second.
“K-Kibum--”
“Please Jjong,” Kibum continued, out of breath, disjointed, “I can’t take this, please, I need--”
“Kibum,” Jonghyun tried again, louder, with a growl in his tone that had Kibum whimpering and fuck if it did things to him. “You can do this, just wait a little longer I’ll get someone to drive you home.”
Kibum latched onto his arm with a bruising grip, looking honestly on the verge of tears. A dry sob wracked through him before he could get his next words out. “I don’t -- Jjong -- I want you.”
The fourth heat came unexpected. They were in Bukchon Hanok, setting up to film another episode of Hello Baby when Jonghyun realized Kibum had been missing on his bathroom break for a while already. He set out to find him, out of boredom at first, but worry began to settle in when he found the bathroom to be empty. That was when it hit him, doing quick math in his head, and all of a sudden it was as if he could not get to him fast enough.
He asked the production crew if they had seen him, but they all shrugged at his question. Jonghyun wondered if Kibum had sneaked out on purpose to ensure he’d be alone, but at the same time the fact that he was most likely alone like this unnerved him. He tried to think logically, to think of where Kibum could possible go and it occurred to him that the walls in this ancient styled house were way too thin. He didn’t bother finding his coat and rushed outside in his hoodie, slipping past the front gate. He looked down the sidewalk, frowning, before his eyes fell on the many cars lining the street and he hoped he wasn’t wrong.
He ran up to their group van, the one with the tinted windows and knocked twice. There was the muted whirr of the doors being unlocked and Jonghyun took a deep breath before sliding into the backseat, where Kibum was sitting cross-legged. He left the door open, although Kibum seemed fairly composed.
“Is it bad, yet?” he asked carefully.
Kibum bit his lip and shook his head silently, leaving Jonghyun to frown at the mixed signals. Mindlessly, he inhaled and nearly choked.
That first time he had walked into the bedroom was nothing compared to this. He took in everything at once in uncannily vivid detail, from how dilated Kibum’s pupils were to how he could practically smell the wet spot in his jeans. Jonghyun jumped when Kibum reached past him to shut the door, hands trembling when he realized Kibum was keeping himself from writhing in his seat and barely succeeding.
Kibum took one look at him, gaze dark and heady, and opened his mouth to moan out-- “Please.”
Jonghyun froze, blood turning to ice in his veins only to melt and boil the very next second.
“K-Kibum--”
“Please Jjong,” Kibum continued, out of breath, disjointed, “I can’t take this, please, I need--”
“Kibum,” Jonghyun tried again, louder, with a growl in his tone that had Kibum whimpering and fuck if it did things to him. “You can do this, just wait a little longer I’ll get someone to drive you home.”
Kibum latched onto his arm with a bruising grip, looking honestly on the verge of tears. A dry sob wracked through him before he could get his next words out. “I don’t -- Jjong -- I want you.”
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