daily dose; chapter eight
daily dose / chapter eight 2561w.
nc-17 / college!au, a hint of slice of life?
jonghyun/kibum, bff!jinki/kibum because you can never go wrong with a little jinki
in which kibum finds himself caught up in habit and maybe, just maybe, in love
one / two / three / four / five / six / seven
Somewhere in between hitting his head against the arm of Jonghyun’s couch and the end of the evening, Kibum finds himself completely enchanted: heat rushing through his body, sheen of sweat forming on his neck and forehead and fingers, which are entwined in locks of Jonghyun’s hair. He is trapped in the confines of Jonghyun’s thighs as the boy above him sucks on his lip, kisses down his face, and brushes tongue against tongue, a heavy familiarity suffusing their proximity. The older kisses him feverishly but Kibum never feels out of touch, never unsafe under his frame.
The blonde moans a chain of disjunct profanities into Jonghyun’s mouth and coils his fingers into the soft material of Jonghyun’s shirt when he feels the pressure against his hips intensify. Kibum is hard; they both are, and feeling the friction between their bodies leaves him craving for more contact. He tugs at the hem of Jonghyun’s shirt and loves that the older does not need to be told twice, briefly stealing another kiss before sitting upright to rid himself of his shirt. The younger is rendered breathless, speechless - he thinks Jonghyun is beautiful, more so like this. His hair is unkempt and his torso is clammy, and Kibum is utterly captivated.
Jonghyun looks down at Kibum, an expression in the middle of a smirk and an enamored smile on his face. Kibum spares no time trying to figure out what Jonghyun is thinking and hauls him back down against him, inviting him for another kiss. The younger is whining the other’s name much sooner than he would like to admit but he cannot keep his resistance in check, not when he feels the considerable tent in Jonghyun’s pants stiff and warm against his inner thigh.
“Jonghyun, fuck,” Kibum groans. He struggles to muster coherent words together while feeling the other’s teeth graze against his earlobe, but he manages to croak out, “I - I want it to be you.”
“You want me to?” Jonghyun asks, voice low and sincere as he pulls away just enough to see Kibum’s eyes and flushed cheeks.
The younger keeps on, slowly rolling his hips as he takes Jonghyun’s face into his hands. “I’ve… I haven’t done this before. But I want to, with you.” His words come across like a murmur, almost as if he’s breathing them, but he is not ashamed - not around Jonghyun. He eliminates all distance between them to kiss Jonghyun again, and he feels palms cover the backs of his hands and the low rumble of the other’s voice touch his mouth.
“I want to, too,” the brunette tells him, never quite pulling away from Kibum, lips just barely brushing. He kisses between words, but Kibum cannot complain when the lips he is kissing belong to Jonghyun. The older speaks up again, words spoken like zephyr as if not to hurt Kibum’s feelings. “But, I want to take this slow, okay?” He has the most genuine look on his face, and the younger feels his gaze boring holes into his soul.
“You have your shirt off, Jjong. I don’t think this counts as slow,” Kibum says, only half kidding. “Plus, both of us are horny. Are you really going to leave me high and dry?”
Jonghyun chuckles at the way Kibum has his lower lip stuck out into a pout while both of them are aglow and sweaty, one of them half-naked and sprawled over the other. He inches forward, trailing the gentlest kisses from Kibum’s mouth down to his jaw. “I’m happy with this. I can wait, Kibum,” he mumbles, almost inaudible. His lips line Kibum’s face, until his lips are close enough for him to whisper, just loud enough for Kibum to hear, “And about being horny, I could fix that.”
His hips start a slow pace against Kibum’s once again, dragging his clothed erection against the other’s in a way that has Kibum more than happy to part his legs a little wider, the younger admittedly greedy for any physical contact. He eyes the way the muscles in the older’s arms flex and contract when he goes up on his palms, panting and thrusting above him. Their eyes lock and Kibum’s legs wrap around his waist to draw him closer, his lips parting in a gravelly moan as they build a unanimous tempo. Kibum wants more, to feel Jonghyun consume him completely, but when his eyes shut tight and his toes curl as he releases his load into his pants, he realizes this isn’t so bad either. Jonghyun follows soon after him, damp torso coming down over Kibum’s. They lay one on top of the other in comfortable silence, limbs awkwardly bent to make room for each other on the sofa.
Jonghyun raises his head, pressing in for a kiss before withdrawing with a satisfied grin.
“So, Kim Kibum. Was that, or was that not, the best make-out session of your life?”
Kibum begins to wonder if insisting to sleep over and cook a late breakfast was a good idea when he sees the unfortunate contents of Jonghyun’s refrigerator. His eyes skim over a couple of beer cans, a sealed box of strawberries, a half-dozen crate of eggs, and milk, before grabbing the last three, deciding to attempt to prepare makeshift French toast with the unopened loaf of bread he had found in Jonghyun’s pantry. He sets the ingredients down on the kitchen counter to the sound of the water running in Jonghyun’s bathroom, running his hands under the faucet after greeting the puppy by his feet good morning.
The light homespun shirt, as well as the boxers he wears belong to the older boy, and he finds himself loving that the oversized v-neck retains the scent of its owner. Jonghyun had agreed to let him stay over, spending the night huddled under the cotton sheets of Jonghyun’s bed after each of them had washed up.
(“I’ll bathe ahead, okay? I’m not going to risk taking a bath with you and losing my virginity in the shower,” the blonde calls out from inside Jonghyun’s bedroom the night before, rummaging through the boy’s closet in search of clothes small enough to fit his frame.
“And you were willing to lose it on a tiny couch?” he hears Jonghyun say from the living room.
“Shut up; I got carried away.”)
Hands settle on Kibum’s hips as he arranges the toast on his and Jonghyun’s plates, topping each slice with sliced strawberries and meticulously drizzled syrup. He turns his head and is met with a topless Jonghyun’s chin resting on his shoulder, towel-dried hair damp against his cheek. Kibum tries to look unaffected by the fact that he is being enveloped by pair of well-muscled arms and a very toned stomach that belong to a man who made him come in his pants the previous night.
“That smells amazing,” Jonghyun hums as he embraces the blonde’s petite frame. The younger can almost feel the other’s good mood radiate off his skin.
“You hardly have any food around here,” Kibum tells him. “Don’t you ever cook at home?”
“I’m at the café most of the day, so I never really have to use my own kitchen.”
Finishing up with the plates, Kibum attempts to wriggle away from Jonghyun. The latter refuses and presses a soft kiss under the blonde’s ear. Kibum jolts a little in surprise and is suddenly hyperaware of his blood rushing south when he feels the pressure of Jonghyun’s crotch against the curve of his ass.
“Are you trying to spite me?” Kibum asks, abruptly turning in the circle of Jonghyun’s arms to face the man behind him. A part of him regrets it when he is faced with a reminder of how breathtaking Jonghyun is. The older boy smirks, leaning in to reintroduce his lips with Kibum’s. When Jonghyun pulls away, he does so with a slight tug to the other’s lower lip and a bashful smile playing on his face.
“Sorry,” he says, but Kibum recognizes nothing apologetic in the sound of his voice. He smiles with Jonghyun anyway, revelling in the knowledge that the constant longing to touch each other is not one-sided. “You look adorable in my clothes,” Jonghyun tells him, hands resting on the younger’s lower back, the tip of his nose brushing against Kibum’s cheek. While he cannot quite call himself an expert in terms of romance, Kibum is no stranger to affection. He does not know what it is, but with Jonghyun, all the knowledge and experience he has on intimacy is reduced to nothing, leaving him acting on instinct and completely clueless on where to put his hands. He later complains to Jinki about how awkward he can become socially, but trapped in Jonghyun’s hold, he settles for resting his fingers on the boy’s shoulders.
“You know, I’d really appreciate if you didn’t try to get me horny,” Kibum mumbles. When he feels the chuckle against his skin, he follows suit, lips curling into a playful beam. As the older pulls away to pour Roo’s breakfast into her bowl, Kibum says, “Thank you, though, for last night.”
Jinki opens the door to find a dazed Kibum outside his apartment, smile on his lips all but complementing the far-off look in his eyes. Without bothering to ask, Jinki opens the door wide enough for Kibum to walk straight into his living room, the boy ultimately dropping himself onto Jinki’s beanbag while his best friend locks his door and whips out his phone, presumably to order their dinner. It is a the first Friday of the month, which to Kibum was synonymous to a holiday - only better. The boy had always been one for celebrating small occasions, and when he and Jinki had hit their first year of friendship in their junior year of high school, Kibum made it a point to celebrate by proclaiming, without much resistance from Jinki, that monthly sleepovers would be mandatory until one of them got married.
(“I think sleeping over once a month is a little excessive,” Jinki mumbles, thick-rimmed glasses framing his small eyes as he looks at his sixteen-year old friend. He had casually reminded Kibum that it had been a full year since the first day of their sophomore year, and the younger had taken it upon himself to come up with a tradition to commemorate it. It is a little ridiculous to Jinki, but he finds Kibum’s enthusiasm admirable and admittedly a little adorable.
The younger simply rolls his eyes, redirecting his attention to Jinki’s cereal assortment. “Come on, you’ve got to know I’ll be crashing at your place way more often than that anyway,” he says. “Especially when we go to Seoul for university. Besides, it’s only until one of us finds somebody to marry. Unless, you know, we marry each other.”)
Settling on the carpet, Jinki turns to face the blonde, knowing fully that Kibum is desperate to tell him about his date with Jonghyun. “Okay, lay it on me. How did your date go?”
Without a trace of hesitation, Kibum goes into a full-blown retelling of the previous night and the morning that followed, realizing halfway through - somewhere between gushing about the color of Jonghyun’s eyes and the way they focused solely on him when they pulled apart after kissing and mentioning the evidently adequate size of his penis - that he is enjoying this more than Jinki is. Regardless, Jinki is all ears, interested enough to ask Kibum to pause mid-story when he picks up their much-awaited dumplings at the door.
“So he really turned down sex?” the older of the pair asks, sitting cross-legged beside Kibum and setting down the plastics of delivered fast food between them. Without having to talk, the two divide the work in a way that is implicitly symbiotic: Jinki opening the cartons of dumplings and Kibum cautiously popping the bags of soy sauce to pour the contents into containers. When Kibum finally nods to answer the question, splitting his chopsticks in one smooth motion, Jinki cannot hide that he is impressed. Although Kibum is his best friend which makes him practically immune, he would have to be completely blind not to acknowledge that his friend was beautiful and his sex appeal magnetic.
“Sounds like a good guy to me,” Jinki says, passing the shrimp dumplings to Kibum when the younger motions towards them. “I’m actually glad you told me what happened last night, except maybe the part about feeling his dick through his pants.”
“Hey, that part was crucial!”
When all six cartons of dim sum have disappeared and Kibum deems himself ready for bed, he slides under the duvet of Jinki’s bed, curling his body into a ball to retain as much heat as possible (although it was him who insisted they turn the temperature lower for the sake of using the adorable patched quilt Jinki’s grandmother had sent for his birthday.) His fringe, now a considerably paler shade of the grapefruit pink he had dyed it to, is tied up in his usual apple-esque hair style. When Jinki rolls over to face him and tugs on the little bundle of hair atop his head, Kibum squirms closer, their clothed knees brushing under the sheets.
“Hey, Jinki?”
“Hm?”
Part of him feels like a fool for bothering to bring this up at all and another portion wants to kick himself in the shin for asking so late, but after an entire evening of talking about all his intimacy with Jonghyun, Kibum feels the need to ask, just to make sure. Jinki’s eyes are on him and the pressure of what his question entails makes him feel both at home and uncomfortable under the older boy’s gaze, which is something he had hardly felt around his best friend.
“You’re okay with it, right? Me eventually sleeping with Jonghyun, I mean.” His words are low and reserved, just barely reaching Jinki’s ears. “I know high school is way past us and you’re still sure you like girls, but I always thought I’d be saving my virginity for you, you know?”
Kibum sounds wistful but his eyes meet Jinki’s head-on, never faltering in the soundlessness of the latter’s bedroom. He loses track of how long they stare quietly, Jinki’s gaze eminently kind and his own a little distraught, but when Jinki finally moves, pulling him close and reacquainting him the familiar warmth of his hold, Kibum feels himself breathe easy.
“Just because you claim all the food in my pantry, doesn’t mean I’m going to claim what’s yours,” Jinki tells him with a chuckle. “You don’t have to worry about me, Kibum-ah. Virgin or not, nothing’s going to change: I’m still going to be your fallback husband if you aren’t married by forty.”
The blonde laughs into the crevice of Jinki’s neck, still a little in awe at how the boy always knows what to say around him. That night, as he falls asleep to the sound of his best friend sleep talking about flying lions and teacups, he realizes that although a little part of him will always be the love-struck high-schooler in love with Lee Jinki, a larger part of him might just be falling for Kim Jonghyun.
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a/n: i wanted to have this up much sooner and wanted it to be a little longer, but it felt right to end it on this note. hope you look forward to the next one x
nc-17 / college!au, a hint of slice of life?
jonghyun/kibum, bff!jinki/kibum because you can never go wrong with a little jinki
in which kibum finds himself caught up in habit and maybe, just maybe, in love
one / two / three / four / five / six / seven
Somewhere in between hitting his head against the arm of Jonghyun’s couch and the end of the evening, Kibum finds himself completely enchanted: heat rushing through his body, sheen of sweat forming on his neck and forehead and fingers, which are entwined in locks of Jonghyun’s hair. He is trapped in the confines of Jonghyun’s thighs as the boy above him sucks on his lip, kisses down his face, and brushes tongue against tongue, a heavy familiarity suffusing their proximity. The older kisses him feverishly but Kibum never feels out of touch, never unsafe under his frame.
The blonde moans a chain of disjunct profanities into Jonghyun’s mouth and coils his fingers into the soft material of Jonghyun’s shirt when he feels the pressure against his hips intensify. Kibum is hard; they both are, and feeling the friction between their bodies leaves him craving for more contact. He tugs at the hem of Jonghyun’s shirt and loves that the older does not need to be told twice, briefly stealing another kiss before sitting upright to rid himself of his shirt. The younger is rendered breathless, speechless - he thinks Jonghyun is beautiful, more so like this. His hair is unkempt and his torso is clammy, and Kibum is utterly captivated.
Jonghyun looks down at Kibum, an expression in the middle of a smirk and an enamored smile on his face. Kibum spares no time trying to figure out what Jonghyun is thinking and hauls him back down against him, inviting him for another kiss. The younger is whining the other’s name much sooner than he would like to admit but he cannot keep his resistance in check, not when he feels the considerable tent in Jonghyun’s pants stiff and warm against his inner thigh.
“Jonghyun, fuck,” Kibum groans. He struggles to muster coherent words together while feeling the other’s teeth graze against his earlobe, but he manages to croak out, “I - I want it to be you.”
“You want me to?” Jonghyun asks, voice low and sincere as he pulls away just enough to see Kibum’s eyes and flushed cheeks.
The younger keeps on, slowly rolling his hips as he takes Jonghyun’s face into his hands. “I’ve… I haven’t done this before. But I want to, with you.” His words come across like a murmur, almost as if he’s breathing them, but he is not ashamed - not around Jonghyun. He eliminates all distance between them to kiss Jonghyun again, and he feels palms cover the backs of his hands and the low rumble of the other’s voice touch his mouth.
“I want to, too,” the brunette tells him, never quite pulling away from Kibum, lips just barely brushing. He kisses between words, but Kibum cannot complain when the lips he is kissing belong to Jonghyun. The older speaks up again, words spoken like zephyr as if not to hurt Kibum’s feelings. “But, I want to take this slow, okay?” He has the most genuine look on his face, and the younger feels his gaze boring holes into his soul.
“You have your shirt off, Jjong. I don’t think this counts as slow,” Kibum says, only half kidding. “Plus, both of us are horny. Are you really going to leave me high and dry?”
Jonghyun chuckles at the way Kibum has his lower lip stuck out into a pout while both of them are aglow and sweaty, one of them half-naked and sprawled over the other. He inches forward, trailing the gentlest kisses from Kibum’s mouth down to his jaw. “I’m happy with this. I can wait, Kibum,” he mumbles, almost inaudible. His lips line Kibum’s face, until his lips are close enough for him to whisper, just loud enough for Kibum to hear, “And about being horny, I could fix that.”
His hips start a slow pace against Kibum’s once again, dragging his clothed erection against the other’s in a way that has Kibum more than happy to part his legs a little wider, the younger admittedly greedy for any physical contact. He eyes the way the muscles in the older’s arms flex and contract when he goes up on his palms, panting and thrusting above him. Their eyes lock and Kibum’s legs wrap around his waist to draw him closer, his lips parting in a gravelly moan as they build a unanimous tempo. Kibum wants more, to feel Jonghyun consume him completely, but when his eyes shut tight and his toes curl as he releases his load into his pants, he realizes this isn’t so bad either. Jonghyun follows soon after him, damp torso coming down over Kibum’s. They lay one on top of the other in comfortable silence, limbs awkwardly bent to make room for each other on the sofa.
Jonghyun raises his head, pressing in for a kiss before withdrawing with a satisfied grin.
“So, Kim Kibum. Was that, or was that not, the best make-out session of your life?”
Kibum begins to wonder if insisting to sleep over and cook a late breakfast was a good idea when he sees the unfortunate contents of Jonghyun’s refrigerator. His eyes skim over a couple of beer cans, a sealed box of strawberries, a half-dozen crate of eggs, and milk, before grabbing the last three, deciding to attempt to prepare makeshift French toast with the unopened loaf of bread he had found in Jonghyun’s pantry. He sets the ingredients down on the kitchen counter to the sound of the water running in Jonghyun’s bathroom, running his hands under the faucet after greeting the puppy by his feet good morning.
The light homespun shirt, as well as the boxers he wears belong to the older boy, and he finds himself loving that the oversized v-neck retains the scent of its owner. Jonghyun had agreed to let him stay over, spending the night huddled under the cotton sheets of Jonghyun’s bed after each of them had washed up.
(“I’ll bathe ahead, okay? I’m not going to risk taking a bath with you and losing my virginity in the shower,” the blonde calls out from inside Jonghyun’s bedroom the night before, rummaging through the boy’s closet in search of clothes small enough to fit his frame.
“And you were willing to lose it on a tiny couch?” he hears Jonghyun say from the living room.
“Shut up; I got carried away.”)
Hands settle on Kibum’s hips as he arranges the toast on his and Jonghyun’s plates, topping each slice with sliced strawberries and meticulously drizzled syrup. He turns his head and is met with a topless Jonghyun’s chin resting on his shoulder, towel-dried hair damp against his cheek. Kibum tries to look unaffected by the fact that he is being enveloped by pair of well-muscled arms and a very toned stomach that belong to a man who made him come in his pants the previous night.
“That smells amazing,” Jonghyun hums as he embraces the blonde’s petite frame. The younger can almost feel the other’s good mood radiate off his skin.
“You hardly have any food around here,” Kibum tells him. “Don’t you ever cook at home?”
“I’m at the café most of the day, so I never really have to use my own kitchen.”
Finishing up with the plates, Kibum attempts to wriggle away from Jonghyun. The latter refuses and presses a soft kiss under the blonde’s ear. Kibum jolts a little in surprise and is suddenly hyperaware of his blood rushing south when he feels the pressure of Jonghyun’s crotch against the curve of his ass.
“Are you trying to spite me?” Kibum asks, abruptly turning in the circle of Jonghyun’s arms to face the man behind him. A part of him regrets it when he is faced with a reminder of how breathtaking Jonghyun is. The older boy smirks, leaning in to reintroduce his lips with Kibum’s. When Jonghyun pulls away, he does so with a slight tug to the other’s lower lip and a bashful smile playing on his face.
“Sorry,” he says, but Kibum recognizes nothing apologetic in the sound of his voice. He smiles with Jonghyun anyway, revelling in the knowledge that the constant longing to touch each other is not one-sided. “You look adorable in my clothes,” Jonghyun tells him, hands resting on the younger’s lower back, the tip of his nose brushing against Kibum’s cheek. While he cannot quite call himself an expert in terms of romance, Kibum is no stranger to affection. He does not know what it is, but with Jonghyun, all the knowledge and experience he has on intimacy is reduced to nothing, leaving him acting on instinct and completely clueless on where to put his hands. He later complains to Jinki about how awkward he can become socially, but trapped in Jonghyun’s hold, he settles for resting his fingers on the boy’s shoulders.
“You know, I’d really appreciate if you didn’t try to get me horny,” Kibum mumbles. When he feels the chuckle against his skin, he follows suit, lips curling into a playful beam. As the older pulls away to pour Roo’s breakfast into her bowl, Kibum says, “Thank you, though, for last night.”
Jinki opens the door to find a dazed Kibum outside his apartment, smile on his lips all but complementing the far-off look in his eyes. Without bothering to ask, Jinki opens the door wide enough for Kibum to walk straight into his living room, the boy ultimately dropping himself onto Jinki’s beanbag while his best friend locks his door and whips out his phone, presumably to order their dinner. It is a the first Friday of the month, which to Kibum was synonymous to a holiday - only better. The boy had always been one for celebrating small occasions, and when he and Jinki had hit their first year of friendship in their junior year of high school, Kibum made it a point to celebrate by proclaiming, without much resistance from Jinki, that monthly sleepovers would be mandatory until one of them got married.
(“I think sleeping over once a month is a little excessive,” Jinki mumbles, thick-rimmed glasses framing his small eyes as he looks at his sixteen-year old friend. He had casually reminded Kibum that it had been a full year since the first day of their sophomore year, and the younger had taken it upon himself to come up with a tradition to commemorate it. It is a little ridiculous to Jinki, but he finds Kibum’s enthusiasm admirable and admittedly a little adorable.
The younger simply rolls his eyes, redirecting his attention to Jinki’s cereal assortment. “Come on, you’ve got to know I’ll be crashing at your place way more often than that anyway,” he says. “Especially when we go to Seoul for university. Besides, it’s only until one of us finds somebody to marry. Unless, you know, we marry each other.”)
Settling on the carpet, Jinki turns to face the blonde, knowing fully that Kibum is desperate to tell him about his date with Jonghyun. “Okay, lay it on me. How did your date go?”
Without a trace of hesitation, Kibum goes into a full-blown retelling of the previous night and the morning that followed, realizing halfway through - somewhere between gushing about the color of Jonghyun’s eyes and the way they focused solely on him when they pulled apart after kissing and mentioning the evidently adequate size of his penis - that he is enjoying this more than Jinki is. Regardless, Jinki is all ears, interested enough to ask Kibum to pause mid-story when he picks up their much-awaited dumplings at the door.
“So he really turned down sex?” the older of the pair asks, sitting cross-legged beside Kibum and setting down the plastics of delivered fast food between them. Without having to talk, the two divide the work in a way that is implicitly symbiotic: Jinki opening the cartons of dumplings and Kibum cautiously popping the bags of soy sauce to pour the contents into containers. When Kibum finally nods to answer the question, splitting his chopsticks in one smooth motion, Jinki cannot hide that he is impressed. Although Kibum is his best friend which makes him practically immune, he would have to be completely blind not to acknowledge that his friend was beautiful and his sex appeal magnetic.
“Sounds like a good guy to me,” Jinki says, passing the shrimp dumplings to Kibum when the younger motions towards them. “I’m actually glad you told me what happened last night, except maybe the part about feeling his dick through his pants.”
“Hey, that part was crucial!”
When all six cartons of dim sum have disappeared and Kibum deems himself ready for bed, he slides under the duvet of Jinki’s bed, curling his body into a ball to retain as much heat as possible (although it was him who insisted they turn the temperature lower for the sake of using the adorable patched quilt Jinki’s grandmother had sent for his birthday.) His fringe, now a considerably paler shade of the grapefruit pink he had dyed it to, is tied up in his usual apple-esque hair style. When Jinki rolls over to face him and tugs on the little bundle of hair atop his head, Kibum squirms closer, their clothed knees brushing under the sheets.
“Hey, Jinki?”
“Hm?”
Part of him feels like a fool for bothering to bring this up at all and another portion wants to kick himself in the shin for asking so late, but after an entire evening of talking about all his intimacy with Jonghyun, Kibum feels the need to ask, just to make sure. Jinki’s eyes are on him and the pressure of what his question entails makes him feel both at home and uncomfortable under the older boy’s gaze, which is something he had hardly felt around his best friend.
“You’re okay with it, right? Me eventually sleeping with Jonghyun, I mean.” His words are low and reserved, just barely reaching Jinki’s ears. “I know high school is way past us and you’re still sure you like girls, but I always thought I’d be saving my virginity for you, you know?”
Kibum sounds wistful but his eyes meet Jinki’s head-on, never faltering in the soundlessness of the latter’s bedroom. He loses track of how long they stare quietly, Jinki’s gaze eminently kind and his own a little distraught, but when Jinki finally moves, pulling him close and reacquainting him the familiar warmth of his hold, Kibum feels himself breathe easy.
“Just because you claim all the food in my pantry, doesn’t mean I’m going to claim what’s yours,” Jinki tells him with a chuckle. “You don’t have to worry about me, Kibum-ah. Virgin or not, nothing’s going to change: I’m still going to be your fallback husband if you aren’t married by forty.”
The blonde laughs into the crevice of Jinki’s neck, still a little in awe at how the boy always knows what to say around him. That night, as he falls asleep to the sound of his best friend sleep talking about flying lions and teacups, he realizes that although a little part of him will always be the love-struck high-schooler in love with Lee Jinki, a larger part of him might just be falling for Kim Jonghyun.
previous // next
a/n: i wanted to have this up much sooner and wanted it to be a little longer, but it felt right to end it on this note. hope you look forward to the next one x