Camera Shy 14/18
Title: Camera Shy 14/18
Pairing: Jongkey, side Onho
Length: 75k words total
Rating: PG15-NC17
Genre: romance, humor, friendship, smut. yeah.
Summary: Jonghyun's life consists of school, webcam chatting with his best friend, Minho, who he's never seen in person, and bothering his roommate, Jinki, about everything under the sun. When Minho sends Jonghyun a video of a dance cover, he doesn't expect to get so indefinitely hooked to watching a boy in tight pants (who goes by the username Key) do girl group dances. What he expects even less, however, is to run into Key in person.
The extremely neglectful and distracted Jonghyun didn't even realize he was keeping his games late until he looked at his phone (which had been left on the counter in the kitchen on silent while he ate dinner with Minho) at saw a missed call from Kibum at the video store.
"Who was it?" Minho asked, hovering close behind him.
"Kibum," Jonghyun said, heart giving a small tug. Hands full with parading Minho around the city and more or less experiencing the best week of his life, Jonghyun had all-but forgotten about Kibum. He missed him-definitely missed him-, but he kept too busy to notice it over the first week Minho was there.
"Oh yeah?"
Jonghyun nodded. "I kept the games late again. He always calls to tell me they're late."
"Do you need to return them right now?"
"Yeah," Jonghyun said, still looking at his phone. He perked up suddenly with an idea. "Do you want to meet him?"
Minho seemed excited as well as he nodded.
With a spring in his step, Jonghyun gathered the games and headed down to the car, Minho at his heels.
Once they were driving, Minho steadied the camera on the dashboard and turned it on. "Right now, we're on the way to Jonghyun-hyung's favorite video store to return some games that were due a week ago."
"My mistake," Jonghyun admitted.
Minho chuckled. "But also, I get to meet Kibum, his..." he trailed off and then turned to Jonghyun, troubled. "What do I call him, your boyfriend?"
Jonghyun's fingers tightened on the wheel at the question. He hummed in thought. "Call him... call him 'the guy he likes.' We're not dating, so that'll make me seem like less of an asshole for sleeping with him." He didn't worry about revealing that private of information. He knew that half of the video Minho was taking was only going to be used for his own memory; he would edit out most of it before he posted any video online. What bothered him was what he was actually saying, the fact that he had to specify a different label for them instead of simply telling Minho "yes, he is my boyfriend."
Minho nodded. "I'm going to go meet the guy he likes, Kibum." He turned to Jonghyun. "Wait, is he a hyung? He's older than me, right?"
"He's twenty-one," Jonghyun supplied, "but he doesn't like honorifics, he says they make things awkward. So I wouldn't worry about it." A smile pulled at the corners of his lips as he remembered that conversation.
"Right. So, I'm going to go meet him. I'm wondering if he's as great as hyung says or if he's just biased like I am with Jinki-hyung," he grinned.
"Hey, he is great!" Jonghyun reached over and shoved his shoulder.
Minho laughed outright and then shut off the camera. "I'll record more when we get there," he explained.
"He really is great, though," Jonghyun grumbled, pulling into the parking lot. "You've seen him!"
"I don't know him like you do," Minho reminded him.
"We'll keep it that way," Jonghyun said, misplaced possessiveness in his voice.
Minho laughed at him, shoving his shoulder as they walked to the store's entrance.
Jonghyun perked up immediately when he saw Kibum through the glass; he was helping a customer, cute as always in his tent of a work uniform.
Minho pulled the door open first, but Jonghyun still sang out his usual "ding!" as he walked in.
Kibum's head turned quickly in their direction and he smiled so big that his eyes squinted and his face lit up.
Jonghyun waved at him briefly before herding Minho to the Xbox section to pick out more games.
Minho already had his camera out, panning all around as if he'd never seen a video rental store in his life.
On the other hand, Jonghyun was entirely distracted by Kibum at the counter. He was being friendly with the female customer-he was good at his customer service job with anyone aside from Jonghyun-, and Jonghyun watched on fondly
As soon as he was saying his "have a nice day!" and the customer was walking out, Jonghyun crossed to the counter.
"Hey," he greeted brightly.
Kibum grinned and leaned across the counter in response, pulling him in in by the back of the head for a kiss.
Jonghyun, though thrown a bit of off balance, kissed him back happily; chaste as the greeting peck was, it made him beam.
"Gross," Minho called from the aisles of video games.
Jonghyun laughed over his shoulder, beckoning Minho over to the counter to meet him.
"Minho, this is Kibum. Kibum, this is Minho, my best friend." He threw an arm around his neck and made him lose balance briefly.
Kibum smiled at him convivially, elbows rested on the counter. "Hi, Minho. I've heard a lot about you."
Minho's momentary glance at Jonghyun was mischievous. "Same with you."
Kibum's brows rose in question, eyes looking smug.
Jonghyun clamped a hand over Minho's mouth before he could say anything. "Minho is the one who sent me your video in the first place, so it doesn't matter what he says, he's a pervert, too."
The blond laughed, and Jonghyun gave a weak smile in return
"So you two should thank me for introducing you," Minho said, pointing at both of them in turn.
They rolled their eyes in unison.
"Why do you have a camera?" Kibum asked, eyeing the device pointed at him for the first time.
"I'm documenting my trip to Seoul," Minho explained, fiddling with the viewfinder so he could see it better. "I can edit you out later, if you want to stay anonymous. Most of this is for my benefit."
Kibum smiled. "It's fine, I don't mind."
"Kibum likes being on camera." Jonghyun smiled, and only realized afterwards how dirty his words sounded. He honestly didn't mean them as suggestively as haughtily as they came out.
It only got worse when Kibum cocked a brow and, without missing a beat, said, "So does Jonghyun."
"I don't even want to know." Minho shook his head, making a face. "I'm going to get some ice cream."
"There's more in the back, Minho," Kibum said as he walked over to the small freezer by the rest of the snacks. "That hasn't been refilled in a while."
Minho looked elated at the idea. "Show me?"
Kibum grinned. "Yeah, sure. I need to clock out for break anyway."
He watched them walk through the "employees only" door and his heart squeezed. He really did miss Kibum.
The blond walked out less than a minute later, shaking his head amusedly. "He likes ice cream, huh?"
Jonghyun nodded, smiling. His hands were in his pockets and he rocked back on his heels.
"Want to go outside for a minute?"
The older nodded a second time, and eagerly followed Kibum out the doors. "Wait," he said once he felt the chill of the air, door hanging open, "you don't have a jacket?"
Kibum shrugged and shook his head.
"But it's cold outside," he said weakly.
Kibum rolled his eyes and grabbed his wrist, guiding him to the side of the building where it was a little more private.
"Here." He shrugged his leather jacket off despite Kibum's immediate protest, and draped it around his shoulders. The blond was already shivering from being out there; he couldn't stand to watch that.
Kibum, though glaring, pushed his arms through the sleeves, noticeably too baggy on him. Kibum was taller than Jonghyun, but Jonghyun was definitely bulkier, muscle causing them to be much different sizes.
Jonghyun liked the way the jacket looked so huge on him. He slid his hands around his waist under the jacket, and wasted no time in pressing their lips together.
Kibum melted into it, letting Jonghyun pin him against the wall and kiss him deeply.
More than anything, Jonghyun missed this: the feeling of his warm body, arms twined around his shoulders, hips angling towards his own. His lips were soft as ever, complaint and dominant in turn, tongue enthusiastic and passionate as it moved with his own. His breath beat against his mouth in the seconds that they broke apart, and Jonghyun felt suddenly so alive, cold air on his skin and electricity running through his veins.
Jonghyun pulled away and looked at his glassy eyes tenderly. "I've missed you," he said quietly, feeling red flags popping up everywhere that he was crossing so many lines with this, situation far too intimate for their relationship. Those words were loaded, full-to-bursting with subtext, and he dearly hoped that Kibum didn't mind.
It made him sick to his stomach when he realized that maybe Kibum didn't miss him the same way; it was very possible that he was seeing other guys in the week that they didn't see each other, fulfilling his hormonal needs with other people. He didn't need Jonghyun in that aspect; he'd had past casual relationships, too, Jonghyun knew that.
It made him sick with jealousy.
Kibum muffled a sound of surprise into Jonghyun's mouth when he moved in to kiss him harder than before, tongue mapping out his entire mouth and claiming it for himself, if only for right then. He tasted so good, so characteristically and uniquely Kibum, the exact taste that made his blood race. His hands slipped under Kibum's shirt and he pulled them flush against each other, fingertips tracing lines on his smooth skin.
Kibum jumped at the contact, gingerly pushing Jonghyun away. "Your hands are cold," he said apologetically, smiling the same.
Jonghyun regretfully pulled his hands out of his shirt and rested them at the dip of his spine; his head tilted and he peppered light kisses against Kibum's neck, stomach twisting once again as his paranoia had him wondering if his lips were touching places where foreign hickeys had just faded.
"Sorry," he breathed into the side of his neck.
"You're the one who always forgets to text back, you know," Kibum said, voice breathier than usual, hands still holding onto the back of his shirt.
Jonghyun pulled back and looked at his face. "I'm sorry," he apologized, hands running up and down his sides. "I get so distracted with Minho. I've been really busy." It was the truth. With everything he, Minho, and Jinki had been up to, it was hard to keep up with what he was thinking, much less who he was texting. Oftentimes, he and Kibum would have quick conversations while he was on the bus, or about to go to bed, but aside from that, Kibum was always the one left hanging after only a few messages. Jonghyun didn't mean to forget about him, and he felt terrible that he always did.
Kibum nodded, but he didn't meet Jonghyun's eyes. Instead, his hand trailed down his neck to his chest, fingers playing with the buttons at the neckline of Jonghyun's long-sleeved shirt. He didn't try to unbutton a single one, simply tugged and straightened them.
Jonghyun smiled at him affectionately.
"I miss you too," Kibum admitted, voice small, eyes tracing his collarbones and landing on the freckle in between them.
Heart feeling about to burst, Jonghyun lifted his hand to tilt Kibum's chin up, and craned his neck to kiss him.
This time was softer, slower, gentler than they'd ever kissed before. Lips brushing and pulling back, tongues meeting almost shyly in slow, tentative strokes that lasted just long enough for Jonghyun's heart to jump. Kibum sucked lightly at Jonghyun's lower lip and Jonghyun hummed into his mouth; Jonghyun pressed light kisses against his top and bottom lip separately and then Kibum kissed him with a newfound nervous passion.
Jonghyun shivered from the emotion coursing between them, cold only aiding his need to touch him and get warm. His hand cradled his cheek, thumb caressing his cheekbone, and Kibum's fists were clinging to the back of his shirt, holding him close. It was so nice to kiss him like this, to feel passion that wasn't sexually-driven, to experience this different, more affectionate side of Kibum.
What were boundaries anymore, other than an irrelevant nuisance nagging at the back of Jonghyun's mind? Kibum made him so happy by saying he missed him; he obviously wasn't opposed to being kissed this sweetly.
Jonghyun refused to not take advantage of that.
Kibum was smiling when he pulled away, but with a bit of an edge. "Did you watch my video today?"
He shook his head. "Not yet. I haven't seen last week's, either. Well, I saw it in person, so that counts, right?"
Kibum chuckled. "Everyone really enjoyed last week's."
"No one enjoyed it more than I did," Jonghyun said solemnly, quick memories playing like movie reel behind his eyes.
He grinned. "I also sent you an email. Did you get it?"
"I haven't checked. What'd you send?" he couldn't help the bit of dread in his tone as he asked.
"A video," Kibum said airily. "Well, two videos." There was an evil look in his eyes; two seconds after the words were out of his mouth, Jonghyun realized exactly which videos they were.
He hung his head against Kibum's shoulder, feeling his cheeks heat up considerably. He was surprised they didn't start steaming.
Kibum laughed, pushing at his shoulders. "You may want to open them in private."
"Yeah, I got that, thanks," Jonghyun grumbled, and turned his head to nip playfully at his neck, up to his earlobe
Kibum no less than giggled-infinitely gratifying for Jonghyun to hear-and pushed at his shoulders. "We left Minho in there by himself."
"He's probably eaten half the store," Jonghyun joked, pulling back.
The blond rolled his eyes, and gestured for them to go back inside.
Before he complied, Jonghyun stole another soft kiss from those pink bow lips he loved so much.
Kibum held his hand as they walked back, firm and still nonchalant, and Jonghyun was close to skipping through the doorway
"And now they're holding hands." Minho shook his head mock-disapprovingly, watching them come in through the viewfinder. In his other hand, he was holding a pre-packaged ice cream cone, already half-eaten. Beside him on the counter were three more empty wrappers. "And Kibum is wearing Jonghyun's jacket. Their hair is messy, too. Gee, I wonder what they were possibly doing out there."
"Told you he ate everything," Jonghyun said, taking note of the wrappers but pointedly ignoring everything else he said.
Kibum laughed and slipped his hand out of Jonghyun's. He disappeared into the back room to clock in, and came out seconds later
Still, the few moments he was gone gave ample time for Minho to send Jonghyun a look of question, and for Jonghyun to wave him off with an "I'll tell you later" gesture
Kibum handed Jonghyun back his jacket upon returning, offering a "thanks" that surprised Jonghyun, as it sounded quite shy.
"No problem." He smiled, and then remembered the reason for the visit in the first place.
"Oh! I have these for you." Jonghyun reached into his bag and presented him the past-due games. "Sorry they're so late."
"It's all right. I'll waive the late fee because you're a frequent customer," he said snidely, smirking.
"Minho, you should go choose two more," Jonghyun suggested happily. "You were distracted earlier."
Minho narrowed his eye and looked from Kibum to Jonghyun and back. Kibum was dutifully scanning in the games and storing them back into the drawers below the counter; Jonghyun was looking innocently in the direction of the Xbox aisles
"Fine. But I swear to god if you two jump each other over the counter, I'm leaving."
"If you leave, then you'll have to walk home," Jonghyun reminded him.
Minho sighed in defeat.
Kibum glanced up and snorted.
"Promise you'll watch my videos tonight?" Kibum asked quietly, eyes shining as he looked up at Jonghyun, elbows bent on the counter.
Jonghyun's chest tightened at the thought that it mattered that much to Kibum that, out of everyone who watched his videos, Jonghyun was the one he wanted to see them. He nodded.
"Promise."
Kibum smiled.
"I'll watch after Minho goes to bed," he said, thinking aloud as was ever his habit, "so he won't bother me."
"It's that private an occasion?" Kibum asked, amusement clear in his tone. "What do you do when you watch them?"
Jonghyun glared at him. "Don't think weird things about it, Kibum."
"You're the pervert who watches."
"You're the one who jumped me right after you stopped recording," he countered smoothly.
"And you are the one who got fucked on camera."
Jonghyun reddened again and tried to cover his face with one hand.
Kibum smirked, knowing that he won that battle.
"What happened to you being embarrassed to talk about sex?" Jonghyun grumbled, humility on high.
His smirk spread into a proper grin, and he squinted his eyes up playfully, sticking his tongue out.
"Topping has turned you into a cocky bastard," he said, outwardly troubled, but inside, his stomach was started to stir with arousal at how Kibum exuded confidence now.
"Just a little." Kibum shrugged nonchalantly.
"I want these," Minho cut into their conversation at exactly the right time; Jonghyun could feel that it would've taken a much tenser, heavier turn had he not intervened right then.
He exhaled heavily.
Kibum looked at the cases appraisingly, and ultimately nodded in approval. "You have much better taste in games than Jonghyun."
Minho laughed and Jonghyun protested with a "Hey!"
Entirely unapologetically smiling, Kibum scanned the games and handed them back.
"Thanks." Jonghyun stashed them in his bag. He looked at Minho, whose face was impassive, and then sighed. "I guess we'll head out now."
Kibum nodded, shoulders falling slightly.
"I'll see you later." He craned forward and kissed Kibum chastely.
"Bye," Kibum waved as they left.
Once outside, Jonghyun put his jacket back on, tensing against the cold.
Minho turned the camera on him.
He looked at it suspiciously. "What?"
"You and Kibum."
His face lit as he opened his car door and stepped in. "I told you he was great, didn't I?"
Minho's next question was phrased carefully. "Are you sure he isn't your boyfriend? Because you two sure do act like it."
Jonghyun sighed heavily, starting the car. "I like him a lot. You know that."
"Right." Minho nodded in acknowledgment.
"We're not dating. He even told me before that I didn't have any 'obligation' to him," he quoted the word bitterly.
"That bothers you a lot, huh?" Minho shut off the camera and set it in his lap.
"Can you tell?" Jonghyun asked dryly.
"Hyung, I can tell your thoughts through a bunch of pixels on a screen, of course I can tell in real life."
He had a point. Jonghyun sighed again. "I want to date him. It kills me to think that he's possibly been with other people since I haven't seen him this week, you know? He's had this... casual sort of relationship in the past."
"Why'd you even start sleeping with him, hyung?" Minho asked, sounding exhausted. "You had to have known it would end up like this."
He shrugged, fingers tight around the wheel. "I don't know, it just happened. One day he was telling me I was annoying on the phone, and then another we were sleeping together on my bed. It... I don't know." He broke off and ran a hand through his hair, frustration with himself rising. "I should have stopped it as soon as it started. I'm an idiot. Fuck."
"Why don't you ask him out now? You could make it official and stop worrying about it."
"Because he already said that I didn't have obligation to him," he was harping on those words from Kibum's mouth, the ones that had so quickly defined what they were to each other. "I don't think he wants us to be anything more than what we are now."
"He acts like he likes you. And he looks at you like he likes you, too."
His hands shifted nervously on the wheel. "He said he missed me," he said quietly.
"Then there you go," Minho said, opening his arms widely. "Who cares that he said you have no obligation to him, if he also says he misses you? The fact is he wants to see you. Who says he doesn't like you back after that?"
Jonghyun flexed his fingers and flicked his hair out of his eyes, heart starting to beat a bit faster with resolve. "I think-" He cleared his throat, noticing that it came out an octave higher than normal. "I think you're right."
Minho scoffed. "As if there's a doubt that I'm right."
"I'll go tell him," he said slowly, decision more concrete with every syllable.
"I'll tell him tomorrow. I don't want to be… unattached like we are now. I want to date him for real."
Minho nodded enthusiastically.
"I want him to be my boyfriend. That's what I'll tell him." He was getting so worked up that he was sitting straight up, fingers tight on the wheel.
"Good plan, hyung." Minho patted his shoulder.
He beamed. "I agree."
"Good."
"Good."
In celebration, Minho turned up the song on the radio, and they sang together at the top of their lungs all the way home.
Jonghyun choked back a whine, trying to keep quiet in his room.
His hand worked his cock relentlessly, lips abused by his teeth, eyes forced open and still barely managing to stay open to see the video playing on his laptop screen.
Kibum's mouth bobbing on his dick unashamedly, eyes looking straight at him through the screen, full of arousal and conceit. The sound was turned down so the other two in the apartment couldn't hear, but Jonghyun could hear. He heard it as if it was right in his ear, the slick and sloppy sounds of suction that he would be lying to say didn't turn him on more than anything else.
He shuddered watching it, feeling so incredibly dirty for touching himself to it, but he couldn't fucking help it. It was torture enough to watch the video of Kibum dancing online, knowing that every smirk and wink and lip-bite he used as weapons were all targeted at Jonghyun sitting in the room and not the internet audience. The newest video was just as bad; not as racy-nothing was as racy as the one he filmed with Jonghyun in the room-, but equally as sexy. He was wearing Jonghyun's favorite white pants and a shirt that was much too big for him, which caused it to fall down his shoulders and his back. Seeing all of the skin caught him off guard and it made Jonghyun groan outright several times.
Both of the dance videos, followed by the personal videos they'd made. Jonghyun couldn't handle watching himself being debauched onscreen, not tonight at least, so he only watched the one of Kibum brazenly sucking him off, looking quite pleased with himself the entire time.
He closed his fingers more tightly around his length and moved faster; his toes curled against the carpet and he felt tense all over, pleasure building in the pit of his stomach.
Jonghyun bit down into the sleeve of his shirt as he was finally pushed over the edge, the sight of Kibum obscenely licking his lips enough to bring him to his end.
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a/n - okay yeah sorry there was no a/n the first time around, but lj's new entry editor can seriously go to hell. I had to go through and add spaces between every fucking paragraph. what the hell lj. why. WHY.
and yeah. OTL I don't have much to say here anyway. I'm super tired by now. but mango is my favorite and jonghyun is my favorite and some shit is about to go down next chapter. you don't even know. omg.
okay. end of this a/n.
thank you for reading and commenting, as always <3
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