3 onkey drabbles
3 onkey drabbles
disclaimer: if I owned shinee, they would not be an ocean away right now.
title: walk, walk fashion baby (unfinished)
pairing(s): onkey
rating: G
genre: idk...nothing really. crack?
wordcount: 500
summary: Key has never worked with an idol before. Onew should be scared.
a/n: lolol I really like show biz AUs, don't I. And I really like making Onew a big solo superstar. This will likely never be finished but I just liked the idea of Key as a fashion designer 8D
"Is there an Onew here?" comes a loud, bored-sounding call. "Onew?"
There are murmurs of disbelief among the crew; is there really a Korean citizen among them who hasn't heard of Lee Onew? They seem almost offended at the newcomer barging through their midst, but Onew himself, seated before a mirror at a makeup table, merely smiles and waves a hand. "I'm Onew."
Being the number one solo artist in Korea isn't something one can achieve through talent alone, and Onew knows that though he isn't the most beautiful male singer on the market, he does have plenty of raw good looks. His honest eyes, his full lips, his charming and infectious smile - they all play a part in his popularity. That said, Onew prides himself on his singing, so he tries not to emphasize his looks too much. However, his company has more say in this matter than he does, and they have decided that he needs to spice up his image a little.
Enter Key, the highest paid fashion designer in the country.
"Oh!" Key exclaims, as soon as he sees Onew. He gives a short laugh. "This is really who I'm working with?"
"Yeah," Onew says with a smile. "Ah, Key-shi? It's very nice to meet you." He stands and bows.
"Of course, of course," Key says, bowing slightly, "nice to meet you. It's so nice to get away from those stick-thin types once in a while! I'm glad to see you have a little meat on you." He smiles and pats Onew on the arm.
"Er . . ."
"Speaking of which. I'll formally take your measurements when the contract's all signed and everything, but for right now, let me get a good look at what I'll be working with."
"Pardon?"
"Take off your shirt."
The stylists swarming around Onew suddenly draw back, giggling and covering their mouths. Onew's jaw drops.
"Now?"
"Well, I'm not going to be staying here for very long!" Key says, crossing his arms. He shakes his hair out of his eyes. "It's not like you've changed for your show yet. This'll be quick."
"Well . . . I guess . . . if you want me to, I can," Onew mumbles, standing and pulling off his T-shirt over his head. Key circles him once, scrutinizing his body from every angle, and Onew stares fixedly at a piece of blue tape stuck on the ground in front of him.
"Okay, you can put your shirt back on," Key says abruptly. "Ah, so different from a model! I like it."
"Uh . . . thank you, I guess?" Onew is more than a little confused.
Key's phone rings at that moment, and he answers it sharply, swearing briefly before hanging up.
"Mm, Onew-shi, it's been fun, but I have to get going now. Just wanted to drop in and say hi, and . . . oh, and when I see you next week . . . I'll bring some samples. Bye bye!"
title: the internet is for -
pairing(s): onkey
rating: PG-13
genre: crack, romance
wordcount: 431
summary: Jinki catches Kibum looking at something he really shouldn't be looking at.
a/n: DUBULGE~
Taemin is the one who introduces Kibum to the concept of the dubulge.
"Kibum-ah!" he calls, laughing hysterically. "Look, look, you have to look, oh my God - "
"What is it?" Kibum asks irritably. "And do you know where my silver pants are?"
"No, I don't," Taemin says impatiently, "but look at these photos." He spins the laptop so that Kibum can see the screen.
"It's Jinki hyung," Kibum begins, unimpressed. Then - "OMO!"
Taemin cackles. "I told you!"
"Why on earth are you looking at that?" Kibum demands. "Shame on you!"
"It came up on a regular search!" Taemin protests, but Kibum has already snatched the laptop away.
"Your mind is polluted," Kibum huffs. "I'm telling Jinki you were looking up pictures of his - "
"No!" Taemin bellows. "No, no, no, don't say that!"
"You should have known better than to do it then," Kibum says haughtily.
He marches off to find Jinki, only to learn that the older man is showering. Taemin takes the opportunity to disappear, leaving Kibum alone in the dorm to wait for Jinki to emerge from the bathroom.
Sitting at the kitchen table, he sets down the laptop. He eyes it for a moment.
"Taeminnie," he mutters, opening it. "Where has your innocence gone?" He begins scrolling down the page, unable to help himself. He's so engrossed that he doesn't hear the shower stop running, nor does he hear Jinki pad quietly up behind him.
"Kibum, why are you looking at a website dedicated to my junk?" Jinki asks at last.
With a yelp, Kibum springs up and shuts the laptop.
"No, no, no, no, you don't understand! Taemin, Taemin, he's the one who's been searching dirty things on the Internet - "
"Kibum-ah," Jinki says with a coy smile, and Kibum is suddenly very aware of the fact that the towel slung low on Jinki's hips is the only thing the leader is wearing. "If you wanted to see my junk, all you had to do was ask."
"Aish, you idiot!" Kibum yells, flushing. "Didn't I just say that this is Taemin's perverted mind at work, not mine?"
"Mm, but," Jinki grins, "you didn't seem too eager to stop looking."
"I was just - appalled. Appalled by the vulgarity of teenage girls these days - "
"Seriously, Kibum," Jinki says. "Just ask."
And he walks away, a smile on his face.
Kibum falls angrily back into the chair. "Stupid, stupid idiot," he mutters. Then a thought strikes him, and his mouth falls open.
Did Jinki just . . . flirt with me?
continued here.
title: feisty
pairing(s): onkey, 2min
rating: PG-13
genre: romance
wordcount: 2165
summary: there's bound to be fun with a new kid in town.
a/n: I started writing this for one of the challenges at shawol_haven, lol, and then it just kind of died. Props to you if you can figure out which challenge xD
ohgod I made jjong the bad guy again D:
From the first moment the transfer student stepped into their classroom, Class 2A was convinced that he was going to end up in the pants of Kim Jonghyun.
"My name is Kim Kibum," he said upon entering the room, "and I don't put up with shit from anybody. Fuck with me and I'll kill you."
Then, without waiting for any kind of response, he sauntered over to the only empty seat in the room, plunked himself down and, with a glare at the teacher that seemed to dare her to defy him, pulled out his phone and promptly started texting.
Clearly, Class 2A decided, Kim Kibum was a challenging kid.
And everyone knew that Jonghyun loved a challenge.
"Hyung, he's seriously your type," Choi Minho said eagerly when lunchtime rolled around. He had joined seniors Jonghyun and Lee Jinki for lunch, as usual, in their trio's customary corner table in the cafeteria. And, as usual, several giggling girls were occupying the surrounding tables, attempting in vain to get close to three of the school's most popular boys; Minho ignored them. "I'm one hundred percent positive about this."
"How would you know?" demanded Jonghyun. "That was what you said about Jessica, and how did that end? Badly. Very badly." He shuddered and dug into his lunch as though to shake off an unpleasant memory.
"Jessica was my type," Jinki said quietly. The other two ignored him.
"No, I know he's your type," Minho said, shaking his head. "He sat next to me the whole class, and hyung, I know you like them feisty."
"That's not true," Jonghyun pouted. "I don't like them feisty, I just like . . ."
"You like the chase," Minho said. "And the chase is fun when they're feisty."
"Sure," Jonghyun agreed, laughing a little. "Okay, whatever, maybe I like 'em feisty. What's your point? Is this Kibum guy feisty?"
"See for yourself," Minho said, pointing.
There, entering the cafeteria, was Kibum, bobbing his head to the beat pulsing through his headphones, texting, looking utterly bored. His sideswept brown fringe was perfectly in place, his feline eyes framed flawlessly with chocolate eyeliner, his pink lips set in a soft pout. One look at awestruck Jonghyun said it all: Kibum was definitely his type.
Kibum seemed to feel Jonghyun's eyes on him, because he glanced up and smirked; tucking his phone into his pocket, he made his way swiftly across the cafeteria towards their corner. Though his expression never strayed from its portrayal of cool amusement, he walked with purpose.
"I think I'm his type," Jonghyun snickered. He leaned back arrogantly and grinned widely as Kibum grew nearer.
"Probably," Jinki murmured. "He's kind of scary looking, though, isn't he?"
It was at that moment that Kibum reached their table, passed it, and made it abundantly clear that he was interested not in them but in the lone freshman sitting two tables down. Jonghyun watched, mouth agape, as Kibum slid onto the bench across from skinny, quiet Lee Taemin and struck up a friendly conversation. All the while, though, his dark eyes were fixed on the corner table's occupants, and Jonghyun whistled in admiration.
"What a tease. But he'll be mine before one week is up," Jonghyun said confidently.
Minho leaned over to whisper in Jinki's ear. "Hey, wanna have a bet? Five thousand won says Jjong'll fail."
"You're on," Jinki said with a shrug. He had witnessed enough of Jonghyun's conquests to know that Jjong never failed.
...
For reasons that were beyond Lee Taemin's understanding, Kibum had taken it upon himself to walk the underclassman home. He didn't really mind, actually; he'd been frightened of Kibum at first, but it turned out the older boy could be very nice. They talked about Taemin's life and they talked about Kibum's life and finally they talked about school.
"Who were those guys sitting in the corner near you at lunch today?" Kibum asked, making no effort whatsoever to mask his curiosity.
"Oh," Taemin said. "Those guys. Kim Jonghyun - the short one - and Lee Jinki - the quiet one - they're seniors. Jinki hyung is really nice, but Kim Jonghyun can be . . . a bit much." He paused. "And the other one . . . the other one is Choi Minho. He's a junior."
"You don't like him, do you?" Kibum guessed. "Minho? He's in my class. Doesn't seem that bad - "
"No, no, no," Taemin said hurriedly, flushing. "That's not it - it's not that I don't - "
"You do like him," Kibum said, smiling.
"No!" Taemin exclaimed, his face completely red. "I don't - he just - never mind."
"Okay, okay," Kibum laughed. "Now, is there any chance you know which class Kim Jonghyun is in?"
Taemin frowned. "I think he's in 3B with Jinki hyung. Why?"
"Oh, no reason," Kibum said breezily. "No reason."
...
Kibum transferred to their school on a Monday; Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, and Friday, he skipped. No one knew where he was or why he was cutting class, but only four individuals really cared. Jonghyun cared because he had deemed Kibum feisty enough to pursue, Jinki and Minho cared because they had a bet riding on the outcome of said pursuit, and Taemin cared because Kibum was the first upperclassman to talk to him since his cousin Jinki.
On Friday, Taemin worked up the nerve to approach Minho and ask him about Kibum's whereabouts.
"Um," he said shyly, "I know Kibum is in your class, and so I was wondering, do you have any idea where he is . . .? Like, has the teacher told you, maybe . . .?"
"Nope," Minho said, peering down at the younger boy. "I'm sorry, but what's your name? I feel like I should know you."
"Lee Taemin. I - I'm a freshman," Taemin mumbled, blushing faintly.
"Oh," Minho said. "Well, I'm Choi Minho. Nice to meet you. How do you know Kibum, anyway?"
"I don't," Taemin said honestly. "He just started talking to me, and then he walked me home."
"He walked you home?" Minho said incredulously. "Wow. I've got to tell that to Jjong. Thanks, Taemin-ah!"
As the older boy strode off, Taemin felt his heart do cartwheels. The impossible had just happened: Choi Minho had said his name.
...
Kibum showed up at Taemin's house on Saturday morning. He greeted Taemin's brother with a wave, his mother with a bow, Taemin himself with a waggle of his eyebrows, and then went straight for the younger boy's cell phone.
"Out of those people . . . whose numbers do you have . . ." he murmured, sitting crosslegged on Taemin's bed and scrolling through the contacts. "Just Lee Jinki? Alright, then." He began composing a text message, his thumbs moving in a blur across the keypad.
Meet me at the park at noon. Tell Jonghyun to come too, it's very important that he comes. Tell him Kibum will be there. Oh, and you might as well bring Minho with you, too. Come at noon, if you're late I'll chop your balls off. And I'll chop off their balls, too.
Taemin read the sent message with raised eyebrows. "Isn't that a little harsh?" he remarked. "And why do you want to meet them at noon today?"
"I just do," Kibum said dismissively. "You don't question a parent's decision, do you?"
"But you're not - "
"Do you?"
"Uh, no," Taemin said quickly. "Nope, not me."
...
Jonghyun, Jinki, and Minho were waiting for them at the park - probably, Taemin mused, because they valued their balls so much. The three of them occupied a bench in the far corner of the park, and Taemin was inexplicably reminded of the school cafeteria. He and Kibum trekked across the crunchy grass to greet them, and Taemin did not miss the fiery look Jonghyun was shooting Kibum.
Kibum crossed his arms and surveyed the three boys on the bench. "I don't think I've properly introduced myself to all of you."
"You have to me," Minho said indignantly.
"Yeah, yeah," Kibum said, "but to the other two: I'm Kim Kibum."
"Do you know who I am?" Jonghyun asked at once.
"You're Kim Jonghyun, senior, class 3B," Kibum said, and Jonghyun grinned. "You're the president of the choir club but you make the vice president do all the hard work. You usually get good test scores but when you get bad ones you bully underclassmen. You like to date, even when it means going out with the person your best friend's been in love with for two years. You punch people who call you short, you don't let anyone touch your hair, and you never recycle. I've done my research. I know who you are."
Jonghyun's jaw dropped.
"And you," Kibum continued, turning to Minho. "You're Choi Minho, captain of the football team and star of the baseball team. You're one of the most popular guys in the junior class, yet you've never had a girlfriend. You're nice to underclassmen but you like upperclassmen better; you've hung out with juniors and seniors ever since you were a freshman. Some of your classmates think you're a snob, but they like you anyways."
"Um," Minho said.
"Now, I have something to say to the two of you," Kibum said loudly. "And it's this: If you hurt my Taeminnie, I'll fucking castrate you."
"I don't - " Jonghyun began.
"What are you - " Minho added.
Kibum cut them both off.
"Kim Jonghyun, I know you've been mean to Taemin in the past and I won't stand for it in the future, do you understand me? And Choi Minho . . . just keep that in mind. Castration if you hurt him."
"I've never bullied anyone in my life, let alone Taemin," Minho argued.
"Let's keep it that way," Kibum suggested.
"Wasn't planning on changing anything," Minho said, rolling his eyes. "This is pointless. You guys can keep having your little chat, but I'm out of here." He started off across the expanse of grass toward the park's exit. "Hey, Taemin-ah. You wanna come with me?"
"Me?" Taemin squeaked.
"Yeah. You're a dancer, right?" Minho smiled. "My friend Donghae got me tickets to this thing . . . a competition? Dance competition? I dunno, I've heard that you dance, so you might be interested in going . . ."
"Sure!" Taemin exclaimed eagerly. "I'd love to!"
"Awesome," Minho said. "Well . . . let's go, I guess."
"Castration!" Kibum called after them as they hurried away. Taemin looked back fleetingly with a scowl, and Kibum waved brightly. "They'll be happy," he said to himself, clearly very satisfied.
"Okay, hold up," Jonghyun said heatedly. "Did you just call me out here to tell me to stay away from Taemin? Is that it?"
"Why, what were you expecting?" Kibum asked innocently.
"Um, you and me?" Jonghyun said, rising to his feet. "The couple everyone's been talking about?"
"We're not a couple," Kibum pointed out.
"But we will be, right?" Jonghyun inched closer. "You want me. I know you want me. And - just in case you were feeling insecure about asking me out, because a lot of people do get nervous - I want you, too. We'll be a great couple, I promise."
"Hm," Kibum said, smiling sweetly. "I wonder what Lee Jinki thinks about this."
"Huh? What?" Jinki had been dozing off slightly on the bench; at the sound of Kibum's voice, his head snapped upright.
"What do you think about me and Jonghyun, as a couple?"
"I think you'd be a good couple," Jinki said.
Kibum narrowed his eyes. "You really think that?"
Jinki swallowed and ran a hand through his hair. "Well, um, yeah."
"Really?" Kibum glared.
"Okay, to be honest . . . I bet five thousand won that you two would get together in one week, so . . ."
"I see," Kibum said disdainfully, ignoring Jonghyun's spluttered protests, "easy money?"
"Pretty much."
"Lee Jinki," Kibum said, walking over to him and leaning forward, "vice president of the choir club and ranked second place in the whole school. You have a voice like an angel but trip over your own feet daily. You're awkward and dense and you try too hard to make people laugh. You can be really dumb and totally lacking in common sense. You're not a 'bad boy'. You're not my type at all." Kibum leaned closer, and he could feel Jinki's breath speeding. "But you're the one I choose."
"I'm losing a bet here," Jinki managed weakly before Kibum's lips claimed his own.
After several long seconds, in which Jonghyun stormed away indignantly and Jinki somehow found himself sprawled lengthwise on the park bench with Kibum hovering over him, Kibum broke the kiss.
"It was just five thousand won," Jinki said breathlessly, "I think I'll live." And then he tugged Kibum's face back to his so as to make absolutely sure he lost that bet.
a/n: lolz why would minho be the one to bet against jongkey couple when he's the one who suggested it in the first place
I'm actually thinking about a sequel for this... 8D
disclaimer: if I owned shinee, they would not be an ocean away right now.
title: walk, walk fashion baby (unfinished)
pairing(s): onkey
rating: G
genre: idk...nothing really. crack?
wordcount: 500
summary: Key has never worked with an idol before. Onew should be scared.
a/n: lolol I really like show biz AUs, don't I. And I really like making Onew a big solo superstar. This will likely never be finished but I just liked the idea of Key as a fashion designer 8D
"Is there an Onew here?" comes a loud, bored-sounding call. "Onew?"
There are murmurs of disbelief among the crew; is there really a Korean citizen among them who hasn't heard of Lee Onew? They seem almost offended at the newcomer barging through their midst, but Onew himself, seated before a mirror at a makeup table, merely smiles and waves a hand. "I'm Onew."
Being the number one solo artist in Korea isn't something one can achieve through talent alone, and Onew knows that though he isn't the most beautiful male singer on the market, he does have plenty of raw good looks. His honest eyes, his full lips, his charming and infectious smile - they all play a part in his popularity. That said, Onew prides himself on his singing, so he tries not to emphasize his looks too much. However, his company has more say in this matter than he does, and they have decided that he needs to spice up his image a little.
Enter Key, the highest paid fashion designer in the country.
"Oh!" Key exclaims, as soon as he sees Onew. He gives a short laugh. "This is really who I'm working with?"
"Yeah," Onew says with a smile. "Ah, Key-shi? It's very nice to meet you." He stands and bows.
"Of course, of course," Key says, bowing slightly, "nice to meet you. It's so nice to get away from those stick-thin types once in a while! I'm glad to see you have a little meat on you." He smiles and pats Onew on the arm.
"Er . . ."
"Speaking of which. I'll formally take your measurements when the contract's all signed and everything, but for right now, let me get a good look at what I'll be working with."
"Pardon?"
"Take off your shirt."
The stylists swarming around Onew suddenly draw back, giggling and covering their mouths. Onew's jaw drops.
"Now?"
"Well, I'm not going to be staying here for very long!" Key says, crossing his arms. He shakes his hair out of his eyes. "It's not like you've changed for your show yet. This'll be quick."
"Well . . . I guess . . . if you want me to, I can," Onew mumbles, standing and pulling off his T-shirt over his head. Key circles him once, scrutinizing his body from every angle, and Onew stares fixedly at a piece of blue tape stuck on the ground in front of him.
"Okay, you can put your shirt back on," Key says abruptly. "Ah, so different from a model! I like it."
"Uh . . . thank you, I guess?" Onew is more than a little confused.
Key's phone rings at that moment, and he answers it sharply, swearing briefly before hanging up.
"Mm, Onew-shi, it's been fun, but I have to get going now. Just wanted to drop in and say hi, and . . . oh, and when I see you next week . . . I'll bring some samples. Bye bye!"
title: the internet is for -
pairing(s): onkey
rating: PG-13
genre: crack, romance
wordcount: 431
summary: Jinki catches Kibum looking at something he really shouldn't be looking at.
a/n: DUBULGE~
Taemin is the one who introduces Kibum to the concept of the dubulge.
"Kibum-ah!" he calls, laughing hysterically. "Look, look, you have to look, oh my God - "
"What is it?" Kibum asks irritably. "And do you know where my silver pants are?"
"No, I don't," Taemin says impatiently, "but look at these photos." He spins the laptop so that Kibum can see the screen.
"It's Jinki hyung," Kibum begins, unimpressed. Then - "OMO!"
Taemin cackles. "I told you!"
"Why on earth are you looking at that?" Kibum demands. "Shame on you!"
"It came up on a regular search!" Taemin protests, but Kibum has already snatched the laptop away.
"Your mind is polluted," Kibum huffs. "I'm telling Jinki you were looking up pictures of his - "
"No!" Taemin bellows. "No, no, no, don't say that!"
"You should have known better than to do it then," Kibum says haughtily.
He marches off to find Jinki, only to learn that the older man is showering. Taemin takes the opportunity to disappear, leaving Kibum alone in the dorm to wait for Jinki to emerge from the bathroom.
Sitting at the kitchen table, he sets down the laptop. He eyes it for a moment.
"Taeminnie," he mutters, opening it. "Where has your innocence gone?" He begins scrolling down the page, unable to help himself. He's so engrossed that he doesn't hear the shower stop running, nor does he hear Jinki pad quietly up behind him.
"Kibum, why are you looking at a website dedicated to my junk?" Jinki asks at last.
With a yelp, Kibum springs up and shuts the laptop.
"No, no, no, no, you don't understand! Taemin, Taemin, he's the one who's been searching dirty things on the Internet - "
"Kibum-ah," Jinki says with a coy smile, and Kibum is suddenly very aware of the fact that the towel slung low on Jinki's hips is the only thing the leader is wearing. "If you wanted to see my junk, all you had to do was ask."
"Aish, you idiot!" Kibum yells, flushing. "Didn't I just say that this is Taemin's perverted mind at work, not mine?"
"Mm, but," Jinki grins, "you didn't seem too eager to stop looking."
"I was just - appalled. Appalled by the vulgarity of teenage girls these days - "
"Seriously, Kibum," Jinki says. "Just ask."
And he walks away, a smile on his face.
Kibum falls angrily back into the chair. "Stupid, stupid idiot," he mutters. Then a thought strikes him, and his mouth falls open.
Did Jinki just . . . flirt with me?
continued here.
title: feisty
pairing(s): onkey, 2min
rating: PG-13
genre: romance
wordcount: 2165
summary: there's bound to be fun with a new kid in town.
a/n: I started writing this for one of the challenges at shawol_haven, lol, and then it just kind of died. Props to you if you can figure out which challenge xD
ohgod I made jjong the bad guy again D:
From the first moment the transfer student stepped into their classroom, Class 2A was convinced that he was going to end up in the pants of Kim Jonghyun.
"My name is Kim Kibum," he said upon entering the room, "and I don't put up with shit from anybody. Fuck with me and I'll kill you."
Then, without waiting for any kind of response, he sauntered over to the only empty seat in the room, plunked himself down and, with a glare at the teacher that seemed to dare her to defy him, pulled out his phone and promptly started texting.
Clearly, Class 2A decided, Kim Kibum was a challenging kid.
And everyone knew that Jonghyun loved a challenge.
"Hyung, he's seriously your type," Choi Minho said eagerly when lunchtime rolled around. He had joined seniors Jonghyun and Lee Jinki for lunch, as usual, in their trio's customary corner table in the cafeteria. And, as usual, several giggling girls were occupying the surrounding tables, attempting in vain to get close to three of the school's most popular boys; Minho ignored them. "I'm one hundred percent positive about this."
"How would you know?" demanded Jonghyun. "That was what you said about Jessica, and how did that end? Badly. Very badly." He shuddered and dug into his lunch as though to shake off an unpleasant memory.
"Jessica was my type," Jinki said quietly. The other two ignored him.
"No, I know he's your type," Minho said, shaking his head. "He sat next to me the whole class, and hyung, I know you like them feisty."
"That's not true," Jonghyun pouted. "I don't like them feisty, I just like . . ."
"You like the chase," Minho said. "And the chase is fun when they're feisty."
"Sure," Jonghyun agreed, laughing a little. "Okay, whatever, maybe I like 'em feisty. What's your point? Is this Kibum guy feisty?"
"See for yourself," Minho said, pointing.
There, entering the cafeteria, was Kibum, bobbing his head to the beat pulsing through his headphones, texting, looking utterly bored. His sideswept brown fringe was perfectly in place, his feline eyes framed flawlessly with chocolate eyeliner, his pink lips set in a soft pout. One look at awestruck Jonghyun said it all: Kibum was definitely his type.
Kibum seemed to feel Jonghyun's eyes on him, because he glanced up and smirked; tucking his phone into his pocket, he made his way swiftly across the cafeteria towards their corner. Though his expression never strayed from its portrayal of cool amusement, he walked with purpose.
"I think I'm his type," Jonghyun snickered. He leaned back arrogantly and grinned widely as Kibum grew nearer.
"Probably," Jinki murmured. "He's kind of scary looking, though, isn't he?"
It was at that moment that Kibum reached their table, passed it, and made it abundantly clear that he was interested not in them but in the lone freshman sitting two tables down. Jonghyun watched, mouth agape, as Kibum slid onto the bench across from skinny, quiet Lee Taemin and struck up a friendly conversation. All the while, though, his dark eyes were fixed on the corner table's occupants, and Jonghyun whistled in admiration.
"What a tease. But he'll be mine before one week is up," Jonghyun said confidently.
Minho leaned over to whisper in Jinki's ear. "Hey, wanna have a bet? Five thousand won says Jjong'll fail."
"You're on," Jinki said with a shrug. He had witnessed enough of Jonghyun's conquests to know that Jjong never failed.
...
For reasons that were beyond Lee Taemin's understanding, Kibum had taken it upon himself to walk the underclassman home. He didn't really mind, actually; he'd been frightened of Kibum at first, but it turned out the older boy could be very nice. They talked about Taemin's life and they talked about Kibum's life and finally they talked about school.
"Who were those guys sitting in the corner near you at lunch today?" Kibum asked, making no effort whatsoever to mask his curiosity.
"Oh," Taemin said. "Those guys. Kim Jonghyun - the short one - and Lee Jinki - the quiet one - they're seniors. Jinki hyung is really nice, but Kim Jonghyun can be . . . a bit much." He paused. "And the other one . . . the other one is Choi Minho. He's a junior."
"You don't like him, do you?" Kibum guessed. "Minho? He's in my class. Doesn't seem that bad - "
"No, no, no," Taemin said hurriedly, flushing. "That's not it - it's not that I don't - "
"You do like him," Kibum said, smiling.
"No!" Taemin exclaimed, his face completely red. "I don't - he just - never mind."
"Okay, okay," Kibum laughed. "Now, is there any chance you know which class Kim Jonghyun is in?"
Taemin frowned. "I think he's in 3B with Jinki hyung. Why?"
"Oh, no reason," Kibum said breezily. "No reason."
...
Kibum transferred to their school on a Monday; Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, and Friday, he skipped. No one knew where he was or why he was cutting class, but only four individuals really cared. Jonghyun cared because he had deemed Kibum feisty enough to pursue, Jinki and Minho cared because they had a bet riding on the outcome of said pursuit, and Taemin cared because Kibum was the first upperclassman to talk to him since his cousin Jinki.
On Friday, Taemin worked up the nerve to approach Minho and ask him about Kibum's whereabouts.
"Um," he said shyly, "I know Kibum is in your class, and so I was wondering, do you have any idea where he is . . .? Like, has the teacher told you, maybe . . .?"
"Nope," Minho said, peering down at the younger boy. "I'm sorry, but what's your name? I feel like I should know you."
"Lee Taemin. I - I'm a freshman," Taemin mumbled, blushing faintly.
"Oh," Minho said. "Well, I'm Choi Minho. Nice to meet you. How do you know Kibum, anyway?"
"I don't," Taemin said honestly. "He just started talking to me, and then he walked me home."
"He walked you home?" Minho said incredulously. "Wow. I've got to tell that to Jjong. Thanks, Taemin-ah!"
As the older boy strode off, Taemin felt his heart do cartwheels. The impossible had just happened: Choi Minho had said his name.
...
Kibum showed up at Taemin's house on Saturday morning. He greeted Taemin's brother with a wave, his mother with a bow, Taemin himself with a waggle of his eyebrows, and then went straight for the younger boy's cell phone.
"Out of those people . . . whose numbers do you have . . ." he murmured, sitting crosslegged on Taemin's bed and scrolling through the contacts. "Just Lee Jinki? Alright, then." He began composing a text message, his thumbs moving in a blur across the keypad.
Meet me at the park at noon. Tell Jonghyun to come too, it's very important that he comes. Tell him Kibum will be there. Oh, and you might as well bring Minho with you, too. Come at noon, if you're late I'll chop your balls off. And I'll chop off their balls, too.
Taemin read the sent message with raised eyebrows. "Isn't that a little harsh?" he remarked. "And why do you want to meet them at noon today?"
"I just do," Kibum said dismissively. "You don't question a parent's decision, do you?"
"But you're not - "
"Do you?"
"Uh, no," Taemin said quickly. "Nope, not me."
...
Jonghyun, Jinki, and Minho were waiting for them at the park - probably, Taemin mused, because they valued their balls so much. The three of them occupied a bench in the far corner of the park, and Taemin was inexplicably reminded of the school cafeteria. He and Kibum trekked across the crunchy grass to greet them, and Taemin did not miss the fiery look Jonghyun was shooting Kibum.
Kibum crossed his arms and surveyed the three boys on the bench. "I don't think I've properly introduced myself to all of you."
"You have to me," Minho said indignantly.
"Yeah, yeah," Kibum said, "but to the other two: I'm Kim Kibum."
"Do you know who I am?" Jonghyun asked at once.
"You're Kim Jonghyun, senior, class 3B," Kibum said, and Jonghyun grinned. "You're the president of the choir club but you make the vice president do all the hard work. You usually get good test scores but when you get bad ones you bully underclassmen. You like to date, even when it means going out with the person your best friend's been in love with for two years. You punch people who call you short, you don't let anyone touch your hair, and you never recycle. I've done my research. I know who you are."
Jonghyun's jaw dropped.
"And you," Kibum continued, turning to Minho. "You're Choi Minho, captain of the football team and star of the baseball team. You're one of the most popular guys in the junior class, yet you've never had a girlfriend. You're nice to underclassmen but you like upperclassmen better; you've hung out with juniors and seniors ever since you were a freshman. Some of your classmates think you're a snob, but they like you anyways."
"Um," Minho said.
"Now, I have something to say to the two of you," Kibum said loudly. "And it's this: If you hurt my Taeminnie, I'll fucking castrate you."
"I don't - " Jonghyun began.
"What are you - " Minho added.
Kibum cut them both off.
"Kim Jonghyun, I know you've been mean to Taemin in the past and I won't stand for it in the future, do you understand me? And Choi Minho . . . just keep that in mind. Castration if you hurt him."
"I've never bullied anyone in my life, let alone Taemin," Minho argued.
"Let's keep it that way," Kibum suggested.
"Wasn't planning on changing anything," Minho said, rolling his eyes. "This is pointless. You guys can keep having your little chat, but I'm out of here." He started off across the expanse of grass toward the park's exit. "Hey, Taemin-ah. You wanna come with me?"
"Me?" Taemin squeaked.
"Yeah. You're a dancer, right?" Minho smiled. "My friend Donghae got me tickets to this thing . . . a competition? Dance competition? I dunno, I've heard that you dance, so you might be interested in going . . ."
"Sure!" Taemin exclaimed eagerly. "I'd love to!"
"Awesome," Minho said. "Well . . . let's go, I guess."
"Castration!" Kibum called after them as they hurried away. Taemin looked back fleetingly with a scowl, and Kibum waved brightly. "They'll be happy," he said to himself, clearly very satisfied.
"Okay, hold up," Jonghyun said heatedly. "Did you just call me out here to tell me to stay away from Taemin? Is that it?"
"Why, what were you expecting?" Kibum asked innocently.
"Um, you and me?" Jonghyun said, rising to his feet. "The couple everyone's been talking about?"
"We're not a couple," Kibum pointed out.
"But we will be, right?" Jonghyun inched closer. "You want me. I know you want me. And - just in case you were feeling insecure about asking me out, because a lot of people do get nervous - I want you, too. We'll be a great couple, I promise."
"Hm," Kibum said, smiling sweetly. "I wonder what Lee Jinki thinks about this."
"Huh? What?" Jinki had been dozing off slightly on the bench; at the sound of Kibum's voice, his head snapped upright.
"What do you think about me and Jonghyun, as a couple?"
"I think you'd be a good couple," Jinki said.
Kibum narrowed his eyes. "You really think that?"
Jinki swallowed and ran a hand through his hair. "Well, um, yeah."
"Really?" Kibum glared.
"Okay, to be honest . . . I bet five thousand won that you two would get together in one week, so . . ."
"I see," Kibum said disdainfully, ignoring Jonghyun's spluttered protests, "easy money?"
"Pretty much."
"Lee Jinki," Kibum said, walking over to him and leaning forward, "vice president of the choir club and ranked second place in the whole school. You have a voice like an angel but trip over your own feet daily. You're awkward and dense and you try too hard to make people laugh. You can be really dumb and totally lacking in common sense. You're not a 'bad boy'. You're not my type at all." Kibum leaned closer, and he could feel Jinki's breath speeding. "But you're the one I choose."
"I'm losing a bet here," Jinki managed weakly before Kibum's lips claimed his own.
After several long seconds, in which Jonghyun stormed away indignantly and Jinki somehow found himself sprawled lengthwise on the park bench with Kibum hovering over him, Kibum broke the kiss.
"It was just five thousand won," Jinki said breathlessly, "I think I'll live." And then he tugged Kibum's face back to his so as to make absolutely sure he lost that bet.
a/n: lolz why would minho be the one to bet against jongkey couple when he's the one who suggested it in the first place
I'm actually thinking about a sequel for this... 8D