Naught Without You (Oneshot)
Pairing: JongKey
Rating: PG-13
Summary:It's late, and Kibum isn't fond of the bags beneath Jonghyun's eyes these days. Especially not on this day.
The line of his shoulders is straight, almost tense as he sits slouched over the too-small desk in a corner of his room. There are ink stains on his hands and a small splotch on his nose from where he probably leaned in too far; his glasses’ prescription is slightly outdated but they are still better than the itch of contacts after a long day.
For someone so technologically savvy, his choice of paper and pen may seem odd. When questioned about it, he’d say it was about crafting the words with his hand, about finding a way to string them together along with the thoughts in his head that just wasn’t as easy to do with a keyboard.
Key scoffs quietly to himself, his presence still unnoticed by the doorway. And they call him the artist.
He is bold in his art where Jonghyun is soft. He paints and pulls outfits together however the mood strikes him, but not without reflection. Jonghyun muses for hours, sometimes days before penning down a single word.
It’s those few hours or days of quiet that unnerve Kibum, because it is so hard to know what the other is thinking. Jonghyun is the type to store and revisit feelings, not necessarily in the form of memories but rather in the form of melodies.
His face is completely clear of makeup tonight, with nothing to mask how deep the frown lines on his forehead are. Kibum just wants him to stop, to relax for once. He doesn’t care if he’d be interrupting a masterpiece in the making, and he cares even less if that may make him selfish for it.
He advances slowly into the room, shutting the door behind himself. If Jonghyun hears him, he doesn’t show it. Kibum strides up behind him, leans in close until he can see where his breath leaves goose bumps in its wake on Jonghyun’s neck. He slides his arms over his shoulders, then down his chest and doesn’t stop until Jonghyun sighs in his embrace. His grip on his pen loosens and for that Kibum is (selfishly) glad.
He runs his nose along the shell of his ear, lips brushing soft skin before parting to speak.
“You need to sleep.”
Sometimes Jonghyun would say I’m almost done but Kibum can tell by the frown still on his face that that’s not the case.
Tonight he sings a not so different tune.
“I can’t sleep.”
Kibum doesn’t have anything to answer to that. He knows it’s true, but he also knows there might be something he can do to help.
They stay like that for a while as Kibum lets his hands rub into Jonghyun’s chest, a soothing pressure to the both of them. When Jonghyun lets go of his pen altogether, Kibum tugs him towards the bed.
He can tell Jonghyun’s mind is still miles away as he pushes him down onto the rumpled sheets, but his body is pliant in his hands. He somehow manages to look so small in his bed, and Kibum takes a second to ponder how he can seem so young and yet so old all at once.
His eyes are big, inquisitive behind the lens of his glasses when Kibum just stands there. He rises onto his elbows, but Kibum pushes him back down as he climbs over him.
Jonghyun stares at him throughout, gaze a bit hazy and doesn’t say anything as Kibum pulls his glasses off and runs a hand through his hair, smoothing it back. Jonghyun tilts his head into his touch and exhales thickly; Kibum smiles a little and drops a peck to the corner of his mouth.
“Sometimes, I worry that you worry too much about me,” Jonghyun tells him quietly, matter-of-factly.
Kibum’s small smile doesn’t fade; he isn’t in the mood for serious talk. He just wants to see the hint of a smile before Jonghyun falls asleep.
“That seems counter-productive,” he teases back lightly. He lets himself sink onto Jonghyun, pushing his thighs apart.
Jonghyun’s mood seems to somewhat brighten up after that, even though he still looks tired and now shaggy with how Kibum has tousled his hair.
“Can’t help it.” His tone isn’t exactly playful, but on its way there as he nudges his chin upwards. Kibum balances himself on his elbows before pressing down into him again and kissing him.
Jonghyun’s chest is solid and warm against his own, one of the older boy’s hands finding its way to the nape of his neck. His lips are plush, always are, their touch comforting as they mold to his; Kibum doesn’t pull away, but mumbles against them.
“I guess I’ll have to fix that, then.”
“Hmm,” Jonghyun hums, fingers tangling with Kibum long, blond locks. Kibum smiles, tongue swiftly darting out to trace the seam of his lips. He twists his hips in an effort to get that much closer, fitting them into the square bulk of Jonghyun’s frame. The older boy bends a knee to accommodate him and then their bodies slot together effortlessly.
Kibum lets his hands wander; he wants to touch, to love in a way spoken words can’t communicate. His fingers tiptoe down the elder’s throat before tracing the highlight of the veins on his bicep and finally ending their journey in his hair.
Jonghyun kisses like he sings, with a smooth fervour that both melts and sears you. Kibum kisses back harder, shifting on top of him to cradle Jonghyun’s cheek with his free hand and shuddering when their hipbones grind together.
Jonghyun pulls away with a wet sound, slightly too soon to Kibum’s taste. But the elder is smiling at last, so Kibum forgives him quickly.
“You’re prickly,” Jonghyun says pointedly, just to jar Kibum. The latter simply looks at him, decidedly unimpressed even as Jonghyun runs his fingertips along his jaw for emphasis. Jonghyun chuckles silently at his expression, retreating his hand to the small of Kibum’s back to brush his knuckles along his spine. Kibum sighs and stretches out against him; it feels good.
“Are you falling asleep on me?” Jonghyun asks lightly; still, Kibum is sure the pun was on purpose.
Kibum shakes his head and drops a kiss to his nose. “But you should sleep.”
Jonghyun doesn’t acknowledge him, only stares back at him. His features are much softer than when Kibum first entered the room. He is beautiful; it’s been a while since Kibum last had the chance to do this, to indulge in what is theirs only and take in just how striking a man he is.
It has less to do with how his eyebrows are trimmed to perfection and more to do with the look in his eyes, especially when he’s looking up at Kibum like he is. He’s vulnerable, open, and yet there’s no hidden shame to it. Kibum is still working on his confidence in that department, but he’ll gladly trust Jonghyun in the meantime.
Jonghyun keeps smiling as Kibum’s gaze studies his face and it makes the younger boy feel at peace. He takes in the flat nose, smooth jaw and small ears and before he knows it he’s pressing kisses into the elder’s neck.
“Happy birthday, hyung,” he whispers. Jonghyun answers him by squeezing him a little tighter.
It takes a while but Jonghyun eventually stills, slowly yet surely on his way to dreamland. Kibum places his chin in the dip of his collarbone and slides off to the side so that his weight isn’t resting on Jonghyun so much. He gives Jonghyun one last look, feeling a private sense of pride in the way his cheeks are slightly rounded with sleep. He’s aware that he might have to do this all over again come the next night, but he doesn’t mind. In the midst of his hectic life, he appreciates these gentle moments of shared solitude.
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A/N: I have no idea what this is. I realized a few days ago I didn’t have anything in line to post for Jonghyun’s birthday. Dream Girl era looks (cough cough) are giving me so many KeyHyun coddling feels so I decided to put them to good use, lol. And the Jonghyun feels. This turned out differently than what I had in mind, but then again everything always does.
Inspired by this and Jonghyun's sleepy face. And his voice. I wasn't kidding about the feels attack. And Key's manri/boyishness. I like this era okei. This could go on forever OTL.
Thank you for reading ♥
Edit: well fuck my timing.
Rating: PG-13
Summary:It's late, and Kibum isn't fond of the bags beneath Jonghyun's eyes these days. Especially not on this day.
The line of his shoulders is straight, almost tense as he sits slouched over the too-small desk in a corner of his room. There are ink stains on his hands and a small splotch on his nose from where he probably leaned in too far; his glasses’ prescription is slightly outdated but they are still better than the itch of contacts after a long day.
For someone so technologically savvy, his choice of paper and pen may seem odd. When questioned about it, he’d say it was about crafting the words with his hand, about finding a way to string them together along with the thoughts in his head that just wasn’t as easy to do with a keyboard.
Key scoffs quietly to himself, his presence still unnoticed by the doorway. And they call him the artist.
He is bold in his art where Jonghyun is soft. He paints and pulls outfits together however the mood strikes him, but not without reflection. Jonghyun muses for hours, sometimes days before penning down a single word.
It’s those few hours or days of quiet that unnerve Kibum, because it is so hard to know what the other is thinking. Jonghyun is the type to store and revisit feelings, not necessarily in the form of memories but rather in the form of melodies.
His face is completely clear of makeup tonight, with nothing to mask how deep the frown lines on his forehead are. Kibum just wants him to stop, to relax for once. He doesn’t care if he’d be interrupting a masterpiece in the making, and he cares even less if that may make him selfish for it.
He advances slowly into the room, shutting the door behind himself. If Jonghyun hears him, he doesn’t show it. Kibum strides up behind him, leans in close until he can see where his breath leaves goose bumps in its wake on Jonghyun’s neck. He slides his arms over his shoulders, then down his chest and doesn’t stop until Jonghyun sighs in his embrace. His grip on his pen loosens and for that Kibum is (selfishly) glad.
He runs his nose along the shell of his ear, lips brushing soft skin before parting to speak.
“You need to sleep.”
Sometimes Jonghyun would say I’m almost done but Kibum can tell by the frown still on his face that that’s not the case.
Tonight he sings a not so different tune.
“I can’t sleep.”
Kibum doesn’t have anything to answer to that. He knows it’s true, but he also knows there might be something he can do to help.
They stay like that for a while as Kibum lets his hands rub into Jonghyun’s chest, a soothing pressure to the both of them. When Jonghyun lets go of his pen altogether, Kibum tugs him towards the bed.
He can tell Jonghyun’s mind is still miles away as he pushes him down onto the rumpled sheets, but his body is pliant in his hands. He somehow manages to look so small in his bed, and Kibum takes a second to ponder how he can seem so young and yet so old all at once.
His eyes are big, inquisitive behind the lens of his glasses when Kibum just stands there. He rises onto his elbows, but Kibum pushes him back down as he climbs over him.
Jonghyun stares at him throughout, gaze a bit hazy and doesn’t say anything as Kibum pulls his glasses off and runs a hand through his hair, smoothing it back. Jonghyun tilts his head into his touch and exhales thickly; Kibum smiles a little and drops a peck to the corner of his mouth.
“Sometimes, I worry that you worry too much about me,” Jonghyun tells him quietly, matter-of-factly.
Kibum’s small smile doesn’t fade; he isn’t in the mood for serious talk. He just wants to see the hint of a smile before Jonghyun falls asleep.
“That seems counter-productive,” he teases back lightly. He lets himself sink onto Jonghyun, pushing his thighs apart.
Jonghyun’s mood seems to somewhat brighten up after that, even though he still looks tired and now shaggy with how Kibum has tousled his hair.
“Can’t help it.” His tone isn’t exactly playful, but on its way there as he nudges his chin upwards. Kibum balances himself on his elbows before pressing down into him again and kissing him.
Jonghyun’s chest is solid and warm against his own, one of the older boy’s hands finding its way to the nape of his neck. His lips are plush, always are, their touch comforting as they mold to his; Kibum doesn’t pull away, but mumbles against them.
“I guess I’ll have to fix that, then.”
“Hmm,” Jonghyun hums, fingers tangling with Kibum long, blond locks. Kibum smiles, tongue swiftly darting out to trace the seam of his lips. He twists his hips in an effort to get that much closer, fitting them into the square bulk of Jonghyun’s frame. The older boy bends a knee to accommodate him and then their bodies slot together effortlessly.
Kibum lets his hands wander; he wants to touch, to love in a way spoken words can’t communicate. His fingers tiptoe down the elder’s throat before tracing the highlight of the veins on his bicep and finally ending their journey in his hair.
Jonghyun kisses like he sings, with a smooth fervour that both melts and sears you. Kibum kisses back harder, shifting on top of him to cradle Jonghyun’s cheek with his free hand and shuddering when their hipbones grind together.
Jonghyun pulls away with a wet sound, slightly too soon to Kibum’s taste. But the elder is smiling at last, so Kibum forgives him quickly.
“You’re prickly,” Jonghyun says pointedly, just to jar Kibum. The latter simply looks at him, decidedly unimpressed even as Jonghyun runs his fingertips along his jaw for emphasis. Jonghyun chuckles silently at his expression, retreating his hand to the small of Kibum’s back to brush his knuckles along his spine. Kibum sighs and stretches out against him; it feels good.
“Are you falling asleep on me?” Jonghyun asks lightly; still, Kibum is sure the pun was on purpose.
Kibum shakes his head and drops a kiss to his nose. “But you should sleep.”
Jonghyun doesn’t acknowledge him, only stares back at him. His features are much softer than when Kibum first entered the room. He is beautiful; it’s been a while since Kibum last had the chance to do this, to indulge in what is theirs only and take in just how striking a man he is.
It has less to do with how his eyebrows are trimmed to perfection and more to do with the look in his eyes, especially when he’s looking up at Kibum like he is. He’s vulnerable, open, and yet there’s no hidden shame to it. Kibum is still working on his confidence in that department, but he’ll gladly trust Jonghyun in the meantime.
Jonghyun keeps smiling as Kibum’s gaze studies his face and it makes the younger boy feel at peace. He takes in the flat nose, smooth jaw and small ears and before he knows it he’s pressing kisses into the elder’s neck.
“Happy birthday, hyung,” he whispers. Jonghyun answers him by squeezing him a little tighter.
It takes a while but Jonghyun eventually stills, slowly yet surely on his way to dreamland. Kibum places his chin in the dip of his collarbone and slides off to the side so that his weight isn’t resting on Jonghyun so much. He gives Jonghyun one last look, feeling a private sense of pride in the way his cheeks are slightly rounded with sleep. He’s aware that he might have to do this all over again come the next night, but he doesn’t mind. In the midst of his hectic life, he appreciates these gentle moments of shared solitude.
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A/N: I have no idea what this is. I realized a few days ago I didn’t have anything in line to post for Jonghyun’s birthday. Dream Girl era looks (cough cough) are giving me so many KeyHyun coddling feels so I decided to put them to good use, lol. And the Jonghyun feels. This turned out differently than what I had in mind, but then again everything always does.
Inspired by this and Jonghyun's sleepy face. And his voice. I wasn't kidding about the feels attack. And Key's manri/boyishness. I like this era okei. This could go on forever OTL.
Thank you for reading ♥
Edit: well fuck my timing.