(oneshot) I Believe You
Title: I Believe You
Author: kissthecoffin
Pairing(s)/Characters: Jonghyun / Key (JongKey)
Rating: PG-16
Genre: Romance(?), slight fluff
Warning: Minor sexual content, mpreg
Summary: And then he'd gone back and bought a second, because he wasn't sure if a positive should be considered failing or passing the test, but it sure as hell wasn't right.
Author's Note: Hello Baby mania, much? XD
There's a lot of weird things that happen in this world. Voodoo, psychics, magic, alien abduction -- and though it may not make a damn bit of sense, eventually you just have to accept it and deal.
Which is why Kibum'd finally got up the nerve to buy a pregnancy test at the drugstore. Jonghyun was out of town for some sort of vocal training camp, so he wouldn't get busted and, well, laughed at.
And then he'd gone back and bought a second, because he wasn't sure if a positive should be considered failing or passing the test, but it sure as hell wasn't right. And he really wasn't looking forward to ever looking the pharmacist in the eye ever again after buying that third one, because by now she must figure he was cheating on Jonghyun. Why else would he need all these pregnancy tests? But he was going to need the third to prove to Jonghyun that he was neither nuts nor doing the test wrong.
Jonghyun was due back any time now, and the waiting was driving Kibum up the wall. Considering how reluctant Jonghyun had been to leave on this particular trip, he sure was taking his sweet time returning. He must have stopped to talk to everyone in town on his way through. Not the pharmacist, he hoped.
The dogs started barking a chorus out in the yard, distinctive articulation of soft footsteps rising above the fray. Jonghyun was home. He heard his tread out on the porch and abruptly decided he needed to be in the bedroom. He still hadn't figured out exactly how to tell Jonghyun. And until he had, there was no way he could pull off sitting nonchalantly on the sofa - he was pretty damn chalant at the moment.
He fidgeted near the door between the rooms, as he listened to Jonghyun coming in.
"Kibum?"
"In here," he replied. Jonghyun's eyes cut to the bed first as he came in, which, yeah, would've been a good idea if he hadn't been wound in knots.
"Kibum," he smiled as he enfolded him in his arms. "I missed you." He tipped his head and gave Key a hungry kiss that made it clear that he meant he'd missed him a lot. Even fresh from the autumn air, Jonghyun was so warm.
"I'm pregnant," Kibum blurted as they separated, and his own eyes widened in surprise. Okay, so he hadn't exactly figured out how to bring it up, but he'd planned on easing into it somewhat.
"Oh," said Jonghyun. Kibum stepped back a pace; no way was he going to be able to have this conversation while looking at him. Seeing the inevitable disbelief would kill him.
"I'm not crazy. I'm pregnant. And I'm not talking figuratively or metaphorically, or whatever, I mean really, literally pregnant, and it doesn't make sense. I don't know how it happened. But I am."
Jonghyun's hand closed over his shoulder, stopping him in midstep. He hadn't even realized he'd begun pacing.
"I believe you," Jonghyun said.
"No. No, you don't, because this is not possible. I am not a woman. I do not have the right parts to be pregnant, so you can not believe me."
"Kibum, it's alright -"
"It is not! You do not get to be calm about this! This is not the time for calm, this is the time for panic!" Kibum folded his arms over his chest, feeling cold. The hand on his shoulder squeezed, tugged him back toward Jonghyun.
"I believe you," Jonghyun repeated. "It explains a lot, actually: the bouts of nausea, the sudden aversion to coffee, the increased irritability, the recent weight gain." His hand made a rasping sound as it slid across the stubble on Kibum's jaw, tilting his face up from his feet. He held Kibum's gaze as he leaned forward to brush his lips against Kibum's own. "I believe you."
Kibum swallowed and closed his eyes, maybe swayed a little in relief. Jonghyun's thumb soothed back and forth against his cheek. When he opened his eyes, Jonghyun was still watching him, his eyes shifting minutely as they searched his expression. And in Jonghyun's own expression, he found worry and the kind of badly hidden, poorly suppressed hope he'd last seen when Jonghyun'd asked him to date him for the first time.
He sucked in a long, slow breath and shook out his mental shoulders. Kibum tried for a smile, and if it felt a bit shaky, well, so did he. "So, I guess we're going to be parents."
Jonghyun's return smile wasn't shaky at all, it was blinding, like he'd fallen from heaven into Seoul, but Kibum barely had time to enjoy it before Jonghyun'd closed the small distance between them.
He'd only thought Jonghyun's kiss had seemed hungry before. His hand slid into Kibum's hair, holding him at the angle he wanted as he delved into Kibum's mouth with his broad tongue. His other hand, low on Kibum's hip, held him close even as he shuffled them back towards the bed. Kibum's own hands knotted at Jonghyun's waist, clenching tighter as the knot of worry in his chest released and finally vanished.
Kibum's legs hit the edge of the mattress, and Jonghyun pushed him onto the bed, pausing barely long enough to strip off his own shirt before climbing onto the bed himself. He tugged at Kibum's shirt, then moved to undoing Kibum's skinny jeans before he'd finished squirming out of his top. Tossing jeans and briefs on the floor, Jonghyun paused.
"Can I...?"
Kibum shrugged, feeling a bit weird, even though there wasn't really anything to feel yet. Jonghyun placed his hand low on Kibum's belly, over the bump which could still pass as a bloated belly, but wasn't. His hand moved slowly, gently, as though he were touching something precious, and Kibum got it. He was touching the idea, and he liked the idea. It was going to be okay. Somehow. Jonghyun's eyes flicked back up to Kibum's, big and dark, and Kibum had to kiss him now. He leaned up and captured Jonghyun's lips with his own. Jonghyun kissed him back down into the pillow, and his hand slid lower, enclosing him in a warm, dry grasp.
He opened his eyes to Jonghyun's hot gaze upon his face, watching Kibum as he stroked again, and the combination wrenched a groan from him. With a smile that did things to Kibum, Jonghyun slipped down Kibum's body. Warmth was replaced with hot and wet and a wicked tongue and Jonghyun's eyes still looking up Kibum's body as his lips slid down to meet his fingers. His other hand shifted from hip to belly. Kibum was lost, shouting out as orgasm shut his eyes.
By the time he'd managed to reopen them, Jonghyun had moved back up along Kibum's body, kissing his temple, the side of his face, thrusting slightly against his hip. He rolled onto his side to face him, kissing him sloppily as he reached between them. He'd only just found his rhythm when Jonghyun clutched him tighter and spilled over his hand. He wiped off on the blanket, knowing it would annoy Jonghyun later and not really caring. Jonghyun's breath was slowing towards sleep, his hand had crept back low on Kibum's belly, and Kibum wasn't moving for the world.
Author: kissthecoffin
Pairing(s)/Characters: Jonghyun / Key (JongKey)
Rating: PG-16
Genre: Romance(?), slight fluff
Warning: Minor sexual content, mpreg
Summary: And then he'd gone back and bought a second, because he wasn't sure if a positive should be considered failing or passing the test, but it sure as hell wasn't right.
Author's Note: Hello Baby mania, much? XD
There's a lot of weird things that happen in this world. Voodoo, psychics, magic, alien abduction -- and though it may not make a damn bit of sense, eventually you just have to accept it and deal.
Which is why Kibum'd finally got up the nerve to buy a pregnancy test at the drugstore. Jonghyun was out of town for some sort of vocal training camp, so he wouldn't get busted and, well, laughed at.
And then he'd gone back and bought a second, because he wasn't sure if a positive should be considered failing or passing the test, but it sure as hell wasn't right. And he really wasn't looking forward to ever looking the pharmacist in the eye ever again after buying that third one, because by now she must figure he was cheating on Jonghyun. Why else would he need all these pregnancy tests? But he was going to need the third to prove to Jonghyun that he was neither nuts nor doing the test wrong.
Jonghyun was due back any time now, and the waiting was driving Kibum up the wall. Considering how reluctant Jonghyun had been to leave on this particular trip, he sure was taking his sweet time returning. He must have stopped to talk to everyone in town on his way through. Not the pharmacist, he hoped.
The dogs started barking a chorus out in the yard, distinctive articulation of soft footsteps rising above the fray. Jonghyun was home. He heard his tread out on the porch and abruptly decided he needed to be in the bedroom. He still hadn't figured out exactly how to tell Jonghyun. And until he had, there was no way he could pull off sitting nonchalantly on the sofa - he was pretty damn chalant at the moment.
He fidgeted near the door between the rooms, as he listened to Jonghyun coming in.
"Kibum?"
"In here," he replied. Jonghyun's eyes cut to the bed first as he came in, which, yeah, would've been a good idea if he hadn't been wound in knots.
"Kibum," he smiled as he enfolded him in his arms. "I missed you." He tipped his head and gave Key a hungry kiss that made it clear that he meant he'd missed him a lot. Even fresh from the autumn air, Jonghyun was so warm.
"I'm pregnant," Kibum blurted as they separated, and his own eyes widened in surprise. Okay, so he hadn't exactly figured out how to bring it up, but he'd planned on easing into it somewhat.
"Oh," said Jonghyun. Kibum stepped back a pace; no way was he going to be able to have this conversation while looking at him. Seeing the inevitable disbelief would kill him.
"I'm not crazy. I'm pregnant. And I'm not talking figuratively or metaphorically, or whatever, I mean really, literally pregnant, and it doesn't make sense. I don't know how it happened. But I am."
Jonghyun's hand closed over his shoulder, stopping him in midstep. He hadn't even realized he'd begun pacing.
"I believe you," Jonghyun said.
"No. No, you don't, because this is not possible. I am not a woman. I do not have the right parts to be pregnant, so you can not believe me."
"Kibum, it's alright -"
"It is not! You do not get to be calm about this! This is not the time for calm, this is the time for panic!" Kibum folded his arms over his chest, feeling cold. The hand on his shoulder squeezed, tugged him back toward Jonghyun.
"I believe you," Jonghyun repeated. "It explains a lot, actually: the bouts of nausea, the sudden aversion to coffee, the increased irritability, the recent weight gain." His hand made a rasping sound as it slid across the stubble on Kibum's jaw, tilting his face up from his feet. He held Kibum's gaze as he leaned forward to brush his lips against Kibum's own. "I believe you."
Kibum swallowed and closed his eyes, maybe swayed a little in relief. Jonghyun's thumb soothed back and forth against his cheek. When he opened his eyes, Jonghyun was still watching him, his eyes shifting minutely as they searched his expression. And in Jonghyun's own expression, he found worry and the kind of badly hidden, poorly suppressed hope he'd last seen when Jonghyun'd asked him to date him for the first time.
He sucked in a long, slow breath and shook out his mental shoulders. Kibum tried for a smile, and if it felt a bit shaky, well, so did he. "So, I guess we're going to be parents."
Jonghyun's return smile wasn't shaky at all, it was blinding, like he'd fallen from heaven into Seoul, but Kibum barely had time to enjoy it before Jonghyun'd closed the small distance between them.
He'd only thought Jonghyun's kiss had seemed hungry before. His hand slid into Kibum's hair, holding him at the angle he wanted as he delved into Kibum's mouth with his broad tongue. His other hand, low on Kibum's hip, held him close even as he shuffled them back towards the bed. Kibum's own hands knotted at Jonghyun's waist, clenching tighter as the knot of worry in his chest released and finally vanished.
Kibum's legs hit the edge of the mattress, and Jonghyun pushed him onto the bed, pausing barely long enough to strip off his own shirt before climbing onto the bed himself. He tugged at Kibum's shirt, then moved to undoing Kibum's skinny jeans before he'd finished squirming out of his top. Tossing jeans and briefs on the floor, Jonghyun paused.
"Can I...?"
Kibum shrugged, feeling a bit weird, even though there wasn't really anything to feel yet. Jonghyun placed his hand low on Kibum's belly, over the bump which could still pass as a bloated belly, but wasn't. His hand moved slowly, gently, as though he were touching something precious, and Kibum got it. He was touching the idea, and he liked the idea. It was going to be okay. Somehow. Jonghyun's eyes flicked back up to Kibum's, big and dark, and Kibum had to kiss him now. He leaned up and captured Jonghyun's lips with his own. Jonghyun kissed him back down into the pillow, and his hand slid lower, enclosing him in a warm, dry grasp.
He opened his eyes to Jonghyun's hot gaze upon his face, watching Kibum as he stroked again, and the combination wrenched a groan from him. With a smile that did things to Kibum, Jonghyun slipped down Kibum's body. Warmth was replaced with hot and wet and a wicked tongue and Jonghyun's eyes still looking up Kibum's body as his lips slid down to meet his fingers. His other hand shifted from hip to belly. Kibum was lost, shouting out as orgasm shut his eyes.
By the time he'd managed to reopen them, Jonghyun had moved back up along Kibum's body, kissing his temple, the side of his face, thrusting slightly against his hip. He rolled onto his side to face him, kissing him sloppily as he reached between them. He'd only just found his rhythm when Jonghyun clutched him tighter and spilled over his hand. He wiped off on the blanket, knowing it would annoy Jonghyun later and not really caring. Jonghyun's breath was slowing towards sleep, his hand had crept back low on Kibum's belly, and Kibum wasn't moving for the world.