[16] Village Bicycle 2/14
Village Bicycle 2/14
Pairing: jongkey, kyukey, key/everyone tbh
Rating: nc-17
Word Count: 2235w
Summary: Jonghyun was 21 years old and going to the Olympics.
Note: I am a really slow writer and this is taking me longer to finish than I should. I swear I will finish by the time the next Olympics rolls around! Prompt picked up from jongkeykink.
Day 2:
When Jonghyun wakes up the next morning, it's to a slightly throbbing headache. Last night, after introductions were made, proper introductions where all participants are at least wearing pants and not yet fucking another individual, Kyuhyun reached inside his bag and took out a bottle of wine to celebrate the beginning of the Olympics. And then somehow a few shots became a full bottle, and then two, and then three. It was safe to also say that along the way their drinking party of two grew to a small gathering; people streamed in, invited themselves over with alcohol tinged smiles and bags of assorted drinks. The last thing Jonghyun remembered was the feeling of soft lips and tousled blonde hair.
Jonghyun yawns and rolls over, absently scratching at his bicep. His half-formed musings of smug eyes and sharper tongue dissipates with a sudden realization. He wasn’t alone. Curled up to his side was a girl. She stirs, red hair spilling gracefully over her shoulder before waking up properly. She stares at him for a few seconds and Jonghyun stares back, confused as to when he met the redhead. She coughs delicately before speaking.
"So last night was fun," she says voice softly accented. "I'm going to shower. Can you pass me that shirt that's near you, on your lamp…?" It takes a few moments for Jonghyun to process her request; she had sat up and his eyes automatically moved downwards and trailed over the gentle curve of her hip. She coughs again, breaking him out of his stupor. Laughing sheepishly, he turns to retrieve the shirt, embarrassed to be functioning like a 15 year old boy seeing his first pair of breasts. A mumbled apology tumbles out of his mouth.
She tuts at him and smiles finally, face brightening just a little. "So I see your staring habit isn't just a drunken quirk," she says. An eyebrow rises amusingly. "Good luck on your events. I have a match tomorrow so I'll be in training in Field B; maybe we'll catch up later?" And with a final swish of her long hair she disappears into his bathroom.
Jonghyun sits on his bed and thinks about how far away Field B is to Gymnasium A, and whether or not he was scheduled for anything that day.
-
After breakfast with Bom, the redhead, he dropped her off in her dorm before going to explore the grounds on his own. The early morning sky was a gentle blue, cloudless like a postcard as Jonghyun decides to stroll in a random direction. The pathway winds impressively down a flight of stone steps, passes a courtyard before he finds himself at the edge of a random field. Staring absently at his map, Jonghyun muses that he must be at the intersection of Field C and D as indicated by the equipment set up and the people running around the field. In the distance Jonghyun could see a few men dribble a ball back in forth, warming up. It was the South Korean team, Jonghyun comes to realize, as he made out the jersey design. Zipping about was Minho. The tall athlete seemed just as hyper as ever and was playfully clinging onto his teammates. Jonghyun watches Minho go for a few moments before turning to walk away. While he did enjoy goading the younger athlete, Jonghyun still had to start on his own warm-up regime.
Field C was much different. Instead of a makeshift soccer field and goalposts, stray fences and obstacles were positioned with purpose. A lone figure strolls across the field, inspecting the jumps, strategizing from the looks of it. They stop after a while and end up by a water jump, combing slender fingers across mussed up blonde bangs, a light blue beanie in their hands. Jonghyun shuffles across and decides to bid the other person hello.
"Is that a lighthouse?" Jonghyun asks, hands in his pocket. The figure jumps and drops the beanie in the water. The figure turns around and curses and all Jonghyun could feel is the flash of anger in a pair of sharp eyes before the wet beanie is thrown at his face. It was the blonde from the other night, Kibum.
"Bloody, what in the hell is your problem?" he hisses. "You don't sneak up on someone in the early morning, especially from behind!" Kibum's face was pinched pink, crinkled in exasperation.
"Sorry," Jonghyun says, picking up the beanie and attempting to wring it dry. "I didn't mean to scare you today, or walk into you and Kyuhyun-hyung last night--"
A look of recognition flits across the blonde's features, lights it briefly before annoyance settles. "Oh, you're the voyeur from last night," Kibum interrupts, switching to speak in Korean. He leans in to squint at the other boy before a sly smile appears. “Was it hot, watching me being fucked?”
Jonghyun could feel his ears redden. And he sputters for a few moments, half tempted to tell Kibum off for being crass, half tempted to tell him the truth. Instead, he does neither.
"Hey! I'm not a voyeur, if you weren't so distracted all the time, you'd have noticed!" he blurts out, feeling stupid. Even his own excuse sounded dumb to him. Kibum stares at him before laughing loudly, obnoxiously. The other boy laughs until he was doubled over, leaning heavily on Jonghyun. So close that he was in Jonghyun's space, face buried in his shoulder, arm light on his bicep. Kibum's cologne was bright and bittersweet.
"So you're a horseback rider?" asks Jonghyun, attempting to change the topic. He pushes the blonde away lightly. The bittersweet citrus of Kibum's cologne was intoxicating and Jonghyun had to force himself to not draw the other closer. And it confused him. Kibum didn't seem to notice Jonghyun's odd behavior or flushed face. The blonde stops to wipe a stray tear, amusement causing him to cry.
"I'm a show jumper," he says, gesturing slightly at the jump. A stray wind tousles his hair once again, mussing it up adorably. "I'm set for the individual and team events." Kibum pauses, as if thinking, of what to say next.
"I have been told that I'm very good at riding," he continues, expression impossibly innocent. "Maybe I'll win a medal for my riding abilities."
Jonghyun was never a quiet person, but he finds himself again at a loss for words as Kibum stares intently at him, a clear challenge. He wet his lips, mind processing, struggling to find something to say, anything to say to avoid the awkward silence after Kibum's loaded words. Luckily Kibum seems to dislike silence and smoothly transitions to another topic. It appeared as if Jonghyun had passed his test.
"So, are you here for Judo?" he says as he rakes a sharp glance across Jonghyun's torso. And although Jonghyun was layered in his team jacket, his hoodie, and a tank, he felt exposed, as if he was on the podium and Kibum was the judge, deciding if he were to win or lose. He sees a flicker of something pass through the other's apparent nonchalant face but decides to ignore it. They were already awkward enough as is.
"Gymnastics," he says, feeling a flush of pride sear through his system. He was happy to be part of the South Korean gymnastics team. Ever since he completed his first tumbling exercise at a young age, Jonghyun knew that he this was what he was meant to do; that he was living his dream and was also inspiring others to chase after theirs. The familiar prickle of tears burns at his eyes, signaling that he was close to crying. But he catches himself in a split second, as if slipping in mid-dismount. It would be strange to randomly cry in front of Kibum.
The split second pause does not go unnoticed, but Kibum chooses to ignore it as he steps closer once again, almost sharing body heat and breath with the elder. By now he's so close, Jonghyun could see the tiny tear shaped scar on the boy's otherwise smooth cheek. Jonghyun falters once again, mind distracted by the sheer closeness of the other boy.
"I, uh. My specialty is the pommel horse," he licks his lips again. "And I'm also not bad at the parallel bars or the floor either…."
"Your eyes are slightly mismatched, it's cute," mumbles Kibum. He blinks slowly, lashes thick against his pale cheek. "I'll watch you on the floor. And maybe we can celebrate when you win gold? I'd like to find out how strong those arms really are." And then he takes a step back.
He barely manages to choke out a thank you and an 'I'll watch for your event too' before Kibum strolls away, hands in his pockets, hips swaying gently. Jonghyun's heart is beating too quickly.
-
Jonghyun arrives at Gymnasium A five minutes later than he should have. But he's too far distracted to even register. His cheeks are flushed a bright red
-
Jonghyun finally snaps out of it when he sloppily executes his dismount in practice. His second failed dismount in the last 15 or so minutes. Coach Park, although normally a very strict man, gives Jonghyun a friendly pat on the shoulder and tells him to rest up before the qualification matches.
On the sidelines, Jonghyun analyses his last two routines. Save for the faulty ending Jonghyun felt prepared for the qualifying matches, yet he felt that something was off. It was strange for him to slip, especially since it was a Kolyvanov dismount, and Jonghyun had never faltered those. He sips his water, mind racing as he watches Huang Zitao from the Chinese team execute a Cassina-Kolman combination on the high bars.
When Zitao sticks his landing, Jonghyun has a realization. It finally hits him, the reason why he has been so distracted. It was Kibum. Jonghyun was thinking of Kibum, about the other's pink lips, slightly husky voice, and loaded words. There mere thought of the dark eyed blonde almost threw Jonghyun completely out of his game.
He groans and splashes himself with water to snap himself out of his little daze. 'I can't do this here,' he thinks. 'Not on this stage.'
With a clearer mind and a more focused idea of what he was to do, he gets back up, rolls his neck a few times before going to perform his routine again. This time, everything was perfect, including the Kolyvanov.
-
That night, Jonghyun attends a small gathering at one of the dormitories, one hosted by the American and French swim team. He doesn't stay for long, just long enough to relax and mingle, and even befriends a few new faces. Jonghyun leaves around ten with plans on sleeping early. He bids his new friends, Ryan and Nicole, farewell.
The walk back to his dorm room was cool; the warm weather during the day had ripened to a crisp night. Jonghyun shivers and sneezes under his light jacket, having forgotten his thicker one in his room. He passes by a few couples on the way back; some strolling through the park, chatting with their newfound companions, some kissing under the shadows of decorative trees, and even a pair splashing in the fountains. He was close to his dormitory when he hears a familiar chuckle.
Standing under a street lamp was Kibum, and he wasn't alone. Jonghyun watches as another man sweeps the blonde up in his arms and swings him around. And Kibum laughs, breath wispy in the cold night. He squeaks as the other not so gently sucks on his neck.
"Hey! What did I tell you about leaving visible marks? I can't go on TV with love bites all up my neck!" exclaims Kibum. He weakly swats at the other man before letting a small gasp escape. By now the other man had backed Kibum into a nearby tree and was heatedly kissing the blonde senseless.
"Mm, Marcel, right here? It's so cold," murmurs Kibum. He locks his legs around the other's waist and rocks against him, mewling from the rough fiction of their jeans.
"You said you came here for a good time," says a deep voice, voice lightly accented, "How about sex in public with a gymnast?"
By now their breathing had become harsh and Jonghyun could see hands wandering southbound, revealing pale skin. He looks away and strides quickly past, pointedly ignoring the couple.
What Jonghyun doesn't see is Kibum's gaze on his retreating form and his hands push Marcel away.
-
The next day Jonghyun is tired; tired from tossing and turning in his bed for hours, mind distracted and heart confused. But he is manages to refocus and lands all his routines. His coach claps a friendly arm on his shoulder and tells him to rest up for qualifications the next night.
Jonghyun hears that Great Britain's Equestrian team was leading in the qualification rounds. Show Jumping, in particular stood out. Jonghyun smiles tiredly and wishes everyone the best. He feels slightly sick when he thinks of soft blonde hair and a fascinating set of dark eyes, but he pushes the feelings away with another shot of soju.
'I can't afford to be distracted,' mumbles Jonghyun to Kyuhyun a little while later. Kyuhyun, already leading the archery preliminaries, slings a heavy arm around him and stays quiet.
(End Day 2)
Pairing: jongkey, kyukey, key/everyone tbh
Rating: nc-17
Word Count: 2235w
Summary: Jonghyun was 21 years old and going to the Olympics.
Note: I am a really slow writer and this is taking me longer to finish than I should. I swear I will finish by the time the next Olympics rolls around! Prompt picked up from jongkeykink.
Day 2:
When Jonghyun wakes up the next morning, it's to a slightly throbbing headache. Last night, after introductions were made, proper introductions where all participants are at least wearing pants and not yet fucking another individual, Kyuhyun reached inside his bag and took out a bottle of wine to celebrate the beginning of the Olympics. And then somehow a few shots became a full bottle, and then two, and then three. It was safe to also say that along the way their drinking party of two grew to a small gathering; people streamed in, invited themselves over with alcohol tinged smiles and bags of assorted drinks. The last thing Jonghyun remembered was the feeling of soft lips and tousled blonde hair.
Jonghyun yawns and rolls over, absently scratching at his bicep. His half-formed musings of smug eyes and sharper tongue dissipates with a sudden realization. He wasn’t alone. Curled up to his side was a girl. She stirs, red hair spilling gracefully over her shoulder before waking up properly. She stares at him for a few seconds and Jonghyun stares back, confused as to when he met the redhead. She coughs delicately before speaking.
"So last night was fun," she says voice softly accented. "I'm going to shower. Can you pass me that shirt that's near you, on your lamp…?" It takes a few moments for Jonghyun to process her request; she had sat up and his eyes automatically moved downwards and trailed over the gentle curve of her hip. She coughs again, breaking him out of his stupor. Laughing sheepishly, he turns to retrieve the shirt, embarrassed to be functioning like a 15 year old boy seeing his first pair of breasts. A mumbled apology tumbles out of his mouth.
She tuts at him and smiles finally, face brightening just a little. "So I see your staring habit isn't just a drunken quirk," she says. An eyebrow rises amusingly. "Good luck on your events. I have a match tomorrow so I'll be in training in Field B; maybe we'll catch up later?" And with a final swish of her long hair she disappears into his bathroom.
Jonghyun sits on his bed and thinks about how far away Field B is to Gymnasium A, and whether or not he was scheduled for anything that day.
-
After breakfast with Bom, the redhead, he dropped her off in her dorm before going to explore the grounds on his own. The early morning sky was a gentle blue, cloudless like a postcard as Jonghyun decides to stroll in a random direction. The pathway winds impressively down a flight of stone steps, passes a courtyard before he finds himself at the edge of a random field. Staring absently at his map, Jonghyun muses that he must be at the intersection of Field C and D as indicated by the equipment set up and the people running around the field. In the distance Jonghyun could see a few men dribble a ball back in forth, warming up. It was the South Korean team, Jonghyun comes to realize, as he made out the jersey design. Zipping about was Minho. The tall athlete seemed just as hyper as ever and was playfully clinging onto his teammates. Jonghyun watches Minho go for a few moments before turning to walk away. While he did enjoy goading the younger athlete, Jonghyun still had to start on his own warm-up regime.
Field C was much different. Instead of a makeshift soccer field and goalposts, stray fences and obstacles were positioned with purpose. A lone figure strolls across the field, inspecting the jumps, strategizing from the looks of it. They stop after a while and end up by a water jump, combing slender fingers across mussed up blonde bangs, a light blue beanie in their hands. Jonghyun shuffles across and decides to bid the other person hello.
"Is that a lighthouse?" Jonghyun asks, hands in his pocket. The figure jumps and drops the beanie in the water. The figure turns around and curses and all Jonghyun could feel is the flash of anger in a pair of sharp eyes before the wet beanie is thrown at his face. It was the blonde from the other night, Kibum.
"Bloody, what in the hell is your problem?" he hisses. "You don't sneak up on someone in the early morning, especially from behind!" Kibum's face was pinched pink, crinkled in exasperation.
"Sorry," Jonghyun says, picking up the beanie and attempting to wring it dry. "I didn't mean to scare you today, or walk into you and Kyuhyun-hyung last night--"
A look of recognition flits across the blonde's features, lights it briefly before annoyance settles. "Oh, you're the voyeur from last night," Kibum interrupts, switching to speak in Korean. He leans in to squint at the other boy before a sly smile appears. “Was it hot, watching me being fucked?”
Jonghyun could feel his ears redden. And he sputters for a few moments, half tempted to tell Kibum off for being crass, half tempted to tell him the truth. Instead, he does neither.
"Hey! I'm not a voyeur, if you weren't so distracted all the time, you'd have noticed!" he blurts out, feeling stupid. Even his own excuse sounded dumb to him. Kibum stares at him before laughing loudly, obnoxiously. The other boy laughs until he was doubled over, leaning heavily on Jonghyun. So close that he was in Jonghyun's space, face buried in his shoulder, arm light on his bicep. Kibum's cologne was bright and bittersweet.
"So you're a horseback rider?" asks Jonghyun, attempting to change the topic. He pushes the blonde away lightly. The bittersweet citrus of Kibum's cologne was intoxicating and Jonghyun had to force himself to not draw the other closer. And it confused him. Kibum didn't seem to notice Jonghyun's odd behavior or flushed face. The blonde stops to wipe a stray tear, amusement causing him to cry.
"I'm a show jumper," he says, gesturing slightly at the jump. A stray wind tousles his hair once again, mussing it up adorably. "I'm set for the individual and team events." Kibum pauses, as if thinking, of what to say next.
"I have been told that I'm very good at riding," he continues, expression impossibly innocent. "Maybe I'll win a medal for my riding abilities."
Jonghyun was never a quiet person, but he finds himself again at a loss for words as Kibum stares intently at him, a clear challenge. He wet his lips, mind processing, struggling to find something to say, anything to say to avoid the awkward silence after Kibum's loaded words. Luckily Kibum seems to dislike silence and smoothly transitions to another topic. It appeared as if Jonghyun had passed his test.
"So, are you here for Judo?" he says as he rakes a sharp glance across Jonghyun's torso. And although Jonghyun was layered in his team jacket, his hoodie, and a tank, he felt exposed, as if he was on the podium and Kibum was the judge, deciding if he were to win or lose. He sees a flicker of something pass through the other's apparent nonchalant face but decides to ignore it. They were already awkward enough as is.
"Gymnastics," he says, feeling a flush of pride sear through his system. He was happy to be part of the South Korean gymnastics team. Ever since he completed his first tumbling exercise at a young age, Jonghyun knew that he this was what he was meant to do; that he was living his dream and was also inspiring others to chase after theirs. The familiar prickle of tears burns at his eyes, signaling that he was close to crying. But he catches himself in a split second, as if slipping in mid-dismount. It would be strange to randomly cry in front of Kibum.
The split second pause does not go unnoticed, but Kibum chooses to ignore it as he steps closer once again, almost sharing body heat and breath with the elder. By now he's so close, Jonghyun could see the tiny tear shaped scar on the boy's otherwise smooth cheek. Jonghyun falters once again, mind distracted by the sheer closeness of the other boy.
"I, uh. My specialty is the pommel horse," he licks his lips again. "And I'm also not bad at the parallel bars or the floor either…."
"Your eyes are slightly mismatched, it's cute," mumbles Kibum. He blinks slowly, lashes thick against his pale cheek. "I'll watch you on the floor. And maybe we can celebrate when you win gold? I'd like to find out how strong those arms really are." And then he takes a step back.
He barely manages to choke out a thank you and an 'I'll watch for your event too' before Kibum strolls away, hands in his pockets, hips swaying gently. Jonghyun's heart is beating too quickly.
-
Jonghyun arrives at Gymnasium A five minutes later than he should have. But he's too far distracted to even register. His cheeks are flushed a bright red
-
Jonghyun finally snaps out of it when he sloppily executes his dismount in practice. His second failed dismount in the last 15 or so minutes. Coach Park, although normally a very strict man, gives Jonghyun a friendly pat on the shoulder and tells him to rest up before the qualification matches.
On the sidelines, Jonghyun analyses his last two routines. Save for the faulty ending Jonghyun felt prepared for the qualifying matches, yet he felt that something was off. It was strange for him to slip, especially since it was a Kolyvanov dismount, and Jonghyun had never faltered those. He sips his water, mind racing as he watches Huang Zitao from the Chinese team execute a Cassina-Kolman combination on the high bars.
When Zitao sticks his landing, Jonghyun has a realization. It finally hits him, the reason why he has been so distracted. It was Kibum. Jonghyun was thinking of Kibum, about the other's pink lips, slightly husky voice, and loaded words. There mere thought of the dark eyed blonde almost threw Jonghyun completely out of his game.
He groans and splashes himself with water to snap himself out of his little daze. 'I can't do this here,' he thinks. 'Not on this stage.'
With a clearer mind and a more focused idea of what he was to do, he gets back up, rolls his neck a few times before going to perform his routine again. This time, everything was perfect, including the Kolyvanov.
-
That night, Jonghyun attends a small gathering at one of the dormitories, one hosted by the American and French swim team. He doesn't stay for long, just long enough to relax and mingle, and even befriends a few new faces. Jonghyun leaves around ten with plans on sleeping early. He bids his new friends, Ryan and Nicole, farewell.
The walk back to his dorm room was cool; the warm weather during the day had ripened to a crisp night. Jonghyun shivers and sneezes under his light jacket, having forgotten his thicker one in his room. He passes by a few couples on the way back; some strolling through the park, chatting with their newfound companions, some kissing under the shadows of decorative trees, and even a pair splashing in the fountains. He was close to his dormitory when he hears a familiar chuckle.
Standing under a street lamp was Kibum, and he wasn't alone. Jonghyun watches as another man sweeps the blonde up in his arms and swings him around. And Kibum laughs, breath wispy in the cold night. He squeaks as the other not so gently sucks on his neck.
"Hey! What did I tell you about leaving visible marks? I can't go on TV with love bites all up my neck!" exclaims Kibum. He weakly swats at the other man before letting a small gasp escape. By now the other man had backed Kibum into a nearby tree and was heatedly kissing the blonde senseless.
"Mm, Marcel, right here? It's so cold," murmurs Kibum. He locks his legs around the other's waist and rocks against him, mewling from the rough fiction of their jeans.
"You said you came here for a good time," says a deep voice, voice lightly accented, "How about sex in public with a gymnast?"
By now their breathing had become harsh and Jonghyun could see hands wandering southbound, revealing pale skin. He looks away and strides quickly past, pointedly ignoring the couple.
What Jonghyun doesn't see is Kibum's gaze on his retreating form and his hands push Marcel away.
-
The next day Jonghyun is tired; tired from tossing and turning in his bed for hours, mind distracted and heart confused. But he is manages to refocus and lands all his routines. His coach claps a friendly arm on his shoulder and tells him to rest up for qualifications the next night.
Jonghyun hears that Great Britain's Equestrian team was leading in the qualification rounds. Show Jumping, in particular stood out. Jonghyun smiles tiredly and wishes everyone the best. He feels slightly sick when he thinks of soft blonde hair and a fascinating set of dark eyes, but he pushes the feelings away with another shot of soju.
'I can't afford to be distracted,' mumbles Jonghyun to Kyuhyun a little while later. Kyuhyun, already leading the archery preliminaries, slings a heavy arm around him and stays quiet.
(End Day 2)