Fic | Floral.
“Can I come?”
“No. ”
“Why?”
“Because, I’m not allowed to bring anybody.” Jonghyun said, tucking his dress shirt into his pants before straightening his collar.
“Why?”
“Kibum, you know why. It’s not my party and the agency did say I’m not allowed to bring anyone.”
“Ah wae-ae !?”
“Because, in my contract, it’s said I’m not allowed to bring anyone. I come, sing, and go. That’s it.”
“You know that that’s not ‘it’. It’s a Bachelorette party for God’s sake. You know how girls get at those!”
“You know I don’t care about them!”
“But they care about you, those…harpies! I’m not gonna let you dive into the lion’s den without doing anything! I’m coming.”
“No, you are not. Bummie, please don’t throw a tantrum, I worked hard to get this job.”
“Wai-wai-wait, what? A tantrum??”
“Yes. No. I mean … aish. You know what I mean. You’re making things complicated for me.”
“Oh now I am the one making things complicated for you? Excuse me for wanting to keep my boyfriend.”
“I’m not going to do anything and you know it.”
“I know you are not, but that doesn’t mean they won’t do something! And besides, those girls hate my guts.”
“Oh come on, everything doesn’t orbit around you, the Almighty Kim Kibum.”
“Maybe, but that girl is your ex’s best friend! She may or may not - and it’s more likely to be the latter - have gotten over you! Therefore, there’s no way I’ll let you near her, the alcohol, or their piranha-esque friends.”
Jonghyun sighed. He knew Kibum might be right. Frankly speaking, for all he knew of Sydney, it was no coincidence that he was specifically required for that particular contract.
“It can’t be a coincidence that you of all people would be required for that particular contract. You don’t usually do these types of parties.” Key said voicing Jonghyun’s thoughts.
“Well there’s a first time for everything.”
“I’m coming.”
“Look,” Jonghyun paused. He sighed and sat at the edge of the bed, in front of the big mirror. Long way to go for being relaxed before the stage, “You can’t come. Besides me, the only other men there will probably be from the agency. You’ll be spotted instantly by the door keepers, what with being your pretty self and all.”
He heard Kibum snort and felt the bed dipping behind him. While fighting with his neck bow, a glance into the mirror showed him the younger coming behind him on all fours. The blonde straightened on his knees, naked chest against Jonghyun’s clothed back, looping his hands around the quite muscular torso.
Kibum was looking at him through the mirror and knotting the bow without even a glance at the thing itself.
“Oh hush you, don’t try to flatter me. Plus it’s a masquerade they won’t even know it.”
“You’re supposed to wear the masks after entering the place. With your name not on the guests list and the fact that you’re not from the agency, they’ll catch you eventually.”
“Always seeing the glass half empty.”
“I just don’t want to get in trouble.”
“Jonghyun-ah, puh-leeeeaaaase !” He felt the younger laying on his back.
After straightening his bow and detaching himself from the other’s claw-like embrace around him, he stood up, planted a chaste peck on the pouty lips and retreated before the other could deepen the kiss.
“It’s just one night, you won’t die without me. Call Taeyeon or something, I’m sure she’ll be okay to spend her time with you.”
The other kept pouting, now crossing his arms on his chest childishly.
“I will look out for Sydney and won’t drink anything funny.”
Kibum gave him a look.
“Okay, nothing at all, and I’ll spend whatever time that I’m not on stage in a corner! Is that good enough!?”
“No. I want to come.”
“Ffuuh, you do what you want. I’m gonna be late if we continue this. Come if you want but I won’t be with you and if you get rejected at the entry, don’t blame me. See you tomorrow.”
Jonghyun blew Key a kiss and left the flat. He knew it was a bad idea to come to Kibum’s before going to that party, but he felt bad enough that he could not stay the night as he had promised him two days ago, what with the impromptu contract and all.
But before he could completely exit the room, he thought he heard something like ‘See you in a few, Prince Charming’.
Oh no, not that tone. Well, trouble trouble trouble…
After the first part of his show was finished, he went to the bar in search of something refreshing. He tore his phone from his pocket on the way there, no messages from Kibum. Odd. He shrugged it off.
Must have decided there was no way around it.
He took a glass of soda with a slice of lemon and something that felt like wet powder sugar on the rim. He felt his phone buzz.
You in your corner yet !?
From : The love of your life and you know it ♥
When had the younger changed the name in his phone again? He thought, the corner of his lips twitching. Cute.
Nah. Going there. I was getting a drink.
From : cute Puppyraptorsaurus ♡
Thought you were not drinking o_ Ô)
From : My little diva.
He could see the “ o_Ô) ” on his boyfriend’s face, along with the crossed arms and the taping of the foot with his mind eye. He finally let a smile grace his features.
He scanned the room. Finally he spotted a table in the far corner near the exit; it was a bit in the shadows compared to the rest of the place, making it perfect.
Soda.
From : Jonghyun.
He went to seat there and took a gulp of his soda again. Buzz.
Remember, you can look. But touching or kissing or whatever, is cheating.
From : My little Diva.
He was in the middle of replying that he needn’t even look since he had better be waiting for him outside these walls, when something caught his attention at the corner of his vision.
Legs.
Pale legs. He let his eyes travels from the floor to the deliciously milky thighs, surrounded by a shower of delicate and fragile-looking flowers. On the right he could see delicate and long fingers, the same paleness as the thighs, gripping a bag with a salmon bow on the front.
Yes, salmon. ‘Not pink nor Orange and that’s not brown Jjong, sal.mon! I have to teach you everything.’ Kibum had scolded him enough to remember.
She wore a square diamond bracelet and a cream vest. Yes, cream. On top of what seemed like a narrow waist was a blue top and around her shoulders were long brown curls that cascaded down her back. He would have seen her face if not for the fact that she had passed him by, thus showing her back.
She was now sitting in the shadows surrounding the table.
The only things enlightened were the long, pale, and smooth-looking legs that she crossed in front of her, hands atop her thigh. She moved and suddenly, one hand he couldn’t see while the other now swirled a purplish cocktail.
He was blatantly staring at her by now, trying to see the face behind the equally salmon mask and surrounded by those brown curls…when he heard someone clearing his throat in front of him. He jolted out of his trance and turned around to see…
Someone. He couldn’t tell who until she, it was a she, removed the red mask she wore from her face.
“Sydney.” Oh, just his luck. “Hi.”
“Hey. Fancy seeing you here Jonghyun, I didn’t know you’d be the entertainer today.”
As if. He almost snorted; Kibum is rubbing off on me.
“Yeah, it was unexpected but I couldn’t say no to my boss now could I!?” he said, flashing her a smile he could just hope would not seem as forced as it felt. He stood up so that he wouldn’t have to crane his neck to look up at her.
Buzz.
Careful.
From : My little Diva.
“Look,” he whipped his head from his phone’s screen to her face again. When has she gotten so close? “I know you’re here to work but,” she extended her arm to put a flat hand on his chest, seductive smile on, “maybe we could …” and just before her palm made contact with his torso …
Everything went so fast.
He only had enough time to see ‘something’ moving from the corner of his eyes and Sydney’s hand was slapped away from him and he was pushed backwards. He almost lost balance but on instinct caught the edge of the table with his left hand and a waist? with his right.
The body now pressed firmly against him from knees to chest seemed oddly familiar.
His vision was crowded by brown curls everywhere before him, long eyelashes and high cheekbones under the straight fringe and the salmon mask. The cute nose seemed familiar too. And now that his heartbeat has calmed down a bit, the other’s smell seemed familiar as well.
It reeked of fresh -out of the shower- skin. He could see a long and elegant milky neck in his mind’s eyes; the same that he could peek at when it wasn’t hidden by brown locks. He could almost taste it on his tongue, the smell triggering a feeling from his chest, a shudder from his body, a name from his mind,
“Kibum?” he managed to choke out in a strangled cry of surprise, distancing himself from the intoxicating neck. He had a larger view of the person he now had clasped around the waist and back.
“Hi baby,” Kibum’s voice said, coming from the mouth of the girl his hands were full of. The same girl he had been staring at just how long had passed already? minutes ago.
The girl, well - Kibum, leaned on him, effectively pressing their bodies further against each other. Wrists on his shoulders, he could feel the weight of what must have been her - his - petite bag on one of his shoulder blades. Mouth near his right ear - the sensitive one - he heard,
“Looking. No touching.” Lips brushing his jaw line and sending puffs of air on his neck, a jolt of arousal ran down his spine. “Well, except for touching me …”
And with that, she - he, damn it! - took Jonghyun’s hand and slid it from his naked and as-smooth-as-it-looked thigh to under the floral skirt. And yes, floral.
He was suddenly kissed. Not deep, nor chaste, but as smooth as the thigh felt like and full of promises that made his eyelids heavy with lust.
“…Prince Charming...”
The words were pushed into his mouth by pillow-feeling lips still on top of his.
Kibum stepped to the side, hand casually - but possessively for sure - around Jonghyun’s waist as much as Jonghyun’s was circling his. He pressed his side to his boyfriend and,
“Hi Sydney, how are you doing?” He spat the name like acid on his tongue.
Jonghyun had all but forgotten that she was there, but by the smirk he could hear in Kibum’s slightly higher-pitched voice, the younger had not.
“Err….Hi. Do I know you?” the ‘Who the hell do you think you are?’ barely veiled in that question.
“Well, no need for that. This here,” he said, his other hand sliding gently but firmly from his boyfriend’s suit-covered-but-still-muscular arm to rest on his chest above his heart, “is mine.” He punctuated the word by tapping his fingers.
And Jonghyun would not be the one to object.
“So kindly fuck off and go get drunk somewhere else. Maybe then someone would want to get laid with you.” Kibum added with a voice so sugar-coated you could taste the venom under it.
Poor Sydney gaped at him and was only jolted of her state of shock by Kibum’s hand shooing her away. He had his face screwed up as though he had just smelled something very nasty.
She just ‘Hmph’-ed, lifted her chin and stormed off, seemingly unaffected.
Kibum pushed Jonghyun onto his previous chair and sat on one of his Jjong’s thighs, crossing his legs once again. He held his chin on one hand, elbow on his knee, looking at the room and the people who had continued to enjoy the party. No one seemed to have seen the scene.
“Well, isn’t this a lovely party.”
That made Jonghyun come back to earth - even if he almost got drowned by Kibum’s smile when he turned his way -...
“What are you doing here!?”
“I told you I wanted to come. Then you said to do what I want, and Tada~”
“No no no,” Jonghyun said shaking his head, “I mean, how?”
“Aww, poor baby. You did forget I was the Almighty key, didn’t you !? I can open any lock and it’s not this debauchery of women’s place that’ll resist my charms.”
“Of course!” Jonghyun said after a small pause, he did snort though, “And this?”
He had gestured vaguely to Kibum’s attire.
“That’s the key, actually. Am I not delicious?” he then added, lifting his leg and running his hand sensually from his shin to his upper thigh. His fingers ended mid-way below the hem of the skirt. “I thought you’d like it.”
Jonghyun just gulped.
“Oh, I can feel you like it.” Kibum said, wriggling and pushing back against Jonghyun’s groin, which elicited a groan from the latter.
“Don’t …” he said, bringing his hands on the younger’s hips to stop the motions. He let out a shaky breath. “I still have to go on stage later.”
“Oh,” Kibum faked a surprised expression, “right!” He said standing up abruptly.
Jonghyun groaned again, this time at the lost of the pressure on his awakening member.
“I’ll have to let you work then. Taeyeon’s waiting for me over there.” He pointed at the bar and Jonghyun could see a red-haired girl wriggling her fingers at him.
He felt two palms on his thighs again. Kibum had his thumbs pressing and rubbing the indentations on either side of his groin, mouth brushing the sensitive spot under the sensitive ear again.
“You should have let me come with you,” he heard, “now deal with this.” His boyfriend added, trailing a finger from the base to the top of his clothed erection, the pressure just enough to get his member’s attention to spike.
The touch burned! He couldn’t help the moan, the arch of his back, nor the shallow thrust of his hips.
Kibum trailed an open-mouthed kiss from his jaw line to his lips and deposited the shadow of a kiss just there. He leaned back enough to see, piercing Jonghyun’s eyes with a gaze full of lust.
“See you later, Oppa.”
And just like that he was gone, cat-walking his way to the bar only to drag Taeyeon to the dance floor, both ‘girls’ swinging their bodies, just enough for Kibum to render Jonghyun speechless again.
“Fuck! Fuck fuck, fuck fuck fuck!” Jonghyun muttered under his breath.
He knew this contract would just bring trouble, he knew it, had felt it from the start. Now he had to deal with a hard-on, a glare from Sydney and all her friends, and worse of all : Kibum, all ‘naked’ thighs out and moving his body just so.
He didn’t even know seeing Kibum in girls’ clothes and long hair could make him feel that way. Let alone that that the word ‘Oppa’ could turn him on so much. Well, that was the power of the Almighty Key, hun.
He was surprised by a hand on his shoulder, and fortunately, it was just the Stage Manager.
“Jonghyun, you’re on in three.”
Long way to go for being relaxed before the stage.
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“No. ”
“Why?”
“Because, I’m not allowed to bring anybody.” Jonghyun said, tucking his dress shirt into his pants before straightening his collar.
“Why?”
“Kibum, you know why. It’s not my party and the agency did say I’m not allowed to bring anyone.”
“Ah wae-ae !?”
“Because, in my contract, it’s said I’m not allowed to bring anyone. I come, sing, and go. That’s it.”
“You know that that’s not ‘it’. It’s a Bachelorette party for God’s sake. You know how girls get at those!”
“You know I don’t care about them!”
“But they care about you, those…harpies! I’m not gonna let you dive into the lion’s den without doing anything! I’m coming.”
“No, you are not. Bummie, please don’t throw a tantrum, I worked hard to get this job.”
“Wai-wai-wait, what? A tantrum??”
“Yes. No. I mean … aish. You know what I mean. You’re making things complicated for me.”
“Oh now I am the one making things complicated for you? Excuse me for wanting to keep my boyfriend.”
“I’m not going to do anything and you know it.”
“I know you are not, but that doesn’t mean they won’t do something! And besides, those girls hate my guts.”
“Oh come on, everything doesn’t orbit around you, the Almighty Kim Kibum.”
“Maybe, but that girl is your ex’s best friend! She may or may not - and it’s more likely to be the latter - have gotten over you! Therefore, there’s no way I’ll let you near her, the alcohol, or their piranha-esque friends.”
Jonghyun sighed. He knew Kibum might be right. Frankly speaking, for all he knew of Sydney, it was no coincidence that he was specifically required for that particular contract.
“It can’t be a coincidence that you of all people would be required for that particular contract. You don’t usually do these types of parties.” Key said voicing Jonghyun’s thoughts.
“Well there’s a first time for everything.”
“I’m coming.”
“Look,” Jonghyun paused. He sighed and sat at the edge of the bed, in front of the big mirror. Long way to go for being relaxed before the stage, “You can’t come. Besides me, the only other men there will probably be from the agency. You’ll be spotted instantly by the door keepers, what with being your pretty self and all.”
He heard Kibum snort and felt the bed dipping behind him. While fighting with his neck bow, a glance into the mirror showed him the younger coming behind him on all fours. The blonde straightened on his knees, naked chest against Jonghyun’s clothed back, looping his hands around the quite muscular torso.
Kibum was looking at him through the mirror and knotting the bow without even a glance at the thing itself.
“Oh hush you, don’t try to flatter me. Plus it’s a masquerade they won’t even know it.”
“You’re supposed to wear the masks after entering the place. With your name not on the guests list and the fact that you’re not from the agency, they’ll catch you eventually.”
“Always seeing the glass half empty.”
“I just don’t want to get in trouble.”
“Jonghyun-ah, puh-leeeeaaaase !” He felt the younger laying on his back.
After straightening his bow and detaching himself from the other’s claw-like embrace around him, he stood up, planted a chaste peck on the pouty lips and retreated before the other could deepen the kiss.
“It’s just one night, you won’t die without me. Call Taeyeon or something, I’m sure she’ll be okay to spend her time with you.”
The other kept pouting, now crossing his arms on his chest childishly.
“I will look out for Sydney and won’t drink anything funny.”
Kibum gave him a look.
“Okay, nothing at all, and I’ll spend whatever time that I’m not on stage in a corner! Is that good enough!?”
“No. I want to come.”
“Ffuuh, you do what you want. I’m gonna be late if we continue this. Come if you want but I won’t be with you and if you get rejected at the entry, don’t blame me. See you tomorrow.”
Jonghyun blew Key a kiss and left the flat. He knew it was a bad idea to come to Kibum’s before going to that party, but he felt bad enough that he could not stay the night as he had promised him two days ago, what with the impromptu contract and all.
But before he could completely exit the room, he thought he heard something like ‘See you in a few, Prince Charming’.
Oh no, not that tone. Well, trouble trouble trouble…
After the first part of his show was finished, he went to the bar in search of something refreshing. He tore his phone from his pocket on the way there, no messages from Kibum. Odd. He shrugged it off.
Must have decided there was no way around it.
He took a glass of soda with a slice of lemon and something that felt like wet powder sugar on the rim. He felt his phone buzz.
You in your corner yet !?
From : The love of your life and you know it ♥
When had the younger changed the name in his phone again? He thought, the corner of his lips twitching. Cute.
Nah. Going there. I was getting a drink.
From : cute Puppyraptorsaurus ♡
Thought you were not drinking o_ Ô)
From : My little diva.
He could see the “ o_Ô) ” on his boyfriend’s face, along with the crossed arms and the taping of the foot with his mind eye. He finally let a smile grace his features.
He scanned the room. Finally he spotted a table in the far corner near the exit; it was a bit in the shadows compared to the rest of the place, making it perfect.
Soda.
From : Jonghyun.
He went to seat there and took a gulp of his soda again. Buzz.
Remember, you can look. But touching or kissing or whatever, is cheating.
From : My little Diva.
He was in the middle of replying that he needn’t even look since he had better be waiting for him outside these walls, when something caught his attention at the corner of his vision.
Legs.
Pale legs. He let his eyes travels from the floor to the deliciously milky thighs, surrounded by a shower of delicate and fragile-looking flowers. On the right he could see delicate and long fingers, the same paleness as the thighs, gripping a bag with a salmon bow on the front.
Yes, salmon. ‘Not pink nor Orange and that’s not brown Jjong, sal.mon! I have to teach you everything.’ Kibum had scolded him enough to remember.
She wore a square diamond bracelet and a cream vest. Yes, cream. On top of what seemed like a narrow waist was a blue top and around her shoulders were long brown curls that cascaded down her back. He would have seen her face if not for the fact that she had passed him by, thus showing her back.
She was now sitting in the shadows surrounding the table.
The only things enlightened were the long, pale, and smooth-looking legs that she crossed in front of her, hands atop her thigh. She moved and suddenly, one hand he couldn’t see while the other now swirled a purplish cocktail.
He was blatantly staring at her by now, trying to see the face behind the equally salmon mask and surrounded by those brown curls…when he heard someone clearing his throat in front of him. He jolted out of his trance and turned around to see…
Someone. He couldn’t tell who until she, it was a she, removed the red mask she wore from her face.
“Sydney.” Oh, just his luck. “Hi.”
“Hey. Fancy seeing you here Jonghyun, I didn’t know you’d be the entertainer today.”
As if. He almost snorted; Kibum is rubbing off on me.
“Yeah, it was unexpected but I couldn’t say no to my boss now could I!?” he said, flashing her a smile he could just hope would not seem as forced as it felt. He stood up so that he wouldn’t have to crane his neck to look up at her.
Buzz.
Careful.
From : My little Diva.
“Look,” he whipped his head from his phone’s screen to her face again. When has she gotten so close? “I know you’re here to work but,” she extended her arm to put a flat hand on his chest, seductive smile on, “maybe we could …” and just before her palm made contact with his torso …
Everything went so fast.
He only had enough time to see ‘something’ moving from the corner of his eyes and Sydney’s hand was slapped away from him and he was pushed backwards. He almost lost balance but on instinct caught the edge of the table with his left hand and a waist? with his right.
The body now pressed firmly against him from knees to chest seemed oddly familiar.
His vision was crowded by brown curls everywhere before him, long eyelashes and high cheekbones under the straight fringe and the salmon mask. The cute nose seemed familiar too. And now that his heartbeat has calmed down a bit, the other’s smell seemed familiar as well.
It reeked of fresh -out of the shower- skin. He could see a long and elegant milky neck in his mind’s eyes; the same that he could peek at when it wasn’t hidden by brown locks. He could almost taste it on his tongue, the smell triggering a feeling from his chest, a shudder from his body, a name from his mind,
“Kibum?” he managed to choke out in a strangled cry of surprise, distancing himself from the intoxicating neck. He had a larger view of the person he now had clasped around the waist and back.
“Hi baby,” Kibum’s voice said, coming from the mouth of the girl his hands were full of. The same girl he had been staring at just how long had passed already? minutes ago.
The girl, well - Kibum, leaned on him, effectively pressing their bodies further against each other. Wrists on his shoulders, he could feel the weight of what must have been her - his - petite bag on one of his shoulder blades. Mouth near his right ear - the sensitive one - he heard,
“Looking. No touching.” Lips brushing his jaw line and sending puffs of air on his neck, a jolt of arousal ran down his spine. “Well, except for touching me …”
And with that, she - he, damn it! - took Jonghyun’s hand and slid it from his naked and as-smooth-as-it-looked thigh to under the floral skirt. And yes, floral.
He was suddenly kissed. Not deep, nor chaste, but as smooth as the thigh felt like and full of promises that made his eyelids heavy with lust.
“…Prince Charming...”
The words were pushed into his mouth by pillow-feeling lips still on top of his.
Kibum stepped to the side, hand casually - but possessively for sure - around Jonghyun’s waist as much as Jonghyun’s was circling his. He pressed his side to his boyfriend and,
“Hi Sydney, how are you doing?” He spat the name like acid on his tongue.
Jonghyun had all but forgotten that she was there, but by the smirk he could hear in Kibum’s slightly higher-pitched voice, the younger had not.
“Err….Hi. Do I know you?” the ‘Who the hell do you think you are?’ barely veiled in that question.
“Well, no need for that. This here,” he said, his other hand sliding gently but firmly from his boyfriend’s suit-covered-but-still-muscular arm to rest on his chest above his heart, “is mine.” He punctuated the word by tapping his fingers.
And Jonghyun would not be the one to object.
“So kindly fuck off and go get drunk somewhere else. Maybe then someone would want to get laid with you.” Kibum added with a voice so sugar-coated you could taste the venom under it.
Poor Sydney gaped at him and was only jolted of her state of shock by Kibum’s hand shooing her away. He had his face screwed up as though he had just smelled something very nasty.
She just ‘Hmph’-ed, lifted her chin and stormed off, seemingly unaffected.
Kibum pushed Jonghyun onto his previous chair and sat on one of his Jjong’s thighs, crossing his legs once again. He held his chin on one hand, elbow on his knee, looking at the room and the people who had continued to enjoy the party. No one seemed to have seen the scene.
“Well, isn’t this a lovely party.”
That made Jonghyun come back to earth - even if he almost got drowned by Kibum’s smile when he turned his way -...
“What are you doing here!?”
“I told you I wanted to come. Then you said to do what I want, and Tada~”
“No no no,” Jonghyun said shaking his head, “I mean, how?”
“Aww, poor baby. You did forget I was the Almighty key, didn’t you !? I can open any lock and it’s not this debauchery of women’s place that’ll resist my charms.”
“Of course!” Jonghyun said after a small pause, he did snort though, “And this?”
He had gestured vaguely to Kibum’s attire.
“That’s the key, actually. Am I not delicious?” he then added, lifting his leg and running his hand sensually from his shin to his upper thigh. His fingers ended mid-way below the hem of the skirt. “I thought you’d like it.”
Jonghyun just gulped.
“Oh, I can feel you like it.” Kibum said, wriggling and pushing back against Jonghyun’s groin, which elicited a groan from the latter.
“Don’t …” he said, bringing his hands on the younger’s hips to stop the motions. He let out a shaky breath. “I still have to go on stage later.”
“Oh,” Kibum faked a surprised expression, “right!” He said standing up abruptly.
Jonghyun groaned again, this time at the lost of the pressure on his awakening member.
“I’ll have to let you work then. Taeyeon’s waiting for me over there.” He pointed at the bar and Jonghyun could see a red-haired girl wriggling her fingers at him.
He felt two palms on his thighs again. Kibum had his thumbs pressing and rubbing the indentations on either side of his groin, mouth brushing the sensitive spot under the sensitive ear again.
“You should have let me come with you,” he heard, “now deal with this.” His boyfriend added, trailing a finger from the base to the top of his clothed erection, the pressure just enough to get his member’s attention to spike.
The touch burned! He couldn’t help the moan, the arch of his back, nor the shallow thrust of his hips.
Kibum trailed an open-mouthed kiss from his jaw line to his lips and deposited the shadow of a kiss just there. He leaned back enough to see, piercing Jonghyun’s eyes with a gaze full of lust.
“See you later, Oppa.”
And just like that he was gone, cat-walking his way to the bar only to drag Taeyeon to the dance floor, both ‘girls’ swinging their bodies, just enough for Kibum to render Jonghyun speechless again.
“Fuck! Fuck fuck, fuck fuck fuck!” Jonghyun muttered under his breath.
He knew this contract would just bring trouble, he knew it, had felt it from the start. Now he had to deal with a hard-on, a glare from Sydney and all her friends, and worse of all : Kibum, all ‘naked’ thighs out and moving his body just so.
He didn’t even know seeing Kibum in girls’ clothes and long hair could make him feel that way. Let alone that that the word ‘Oppa’ could turn him on so much. Well, that was the power of the Almighty Key, hun.
He was surprised by a hand on his shoulder, and fortunately, it was just the Stage Manager.
“Jonghyun, you’re on in three.”
Long way to go for being relaxed before the stage.
||| How was it ? Hope you liked. I'm writting right now so my Mes Premieres fic will be updated sometimes this month.Thank you for reading. Feedback is very much apreciated.