{one-shot} Let's make this clear.
Let's make this clear.
→ Jonghyun/Key; PG-13
You've already captured me.
a remix of ficcy's A Long List of Homosexual Kisses by Kim Heechul for JongKey fanfiction remix.
Jonghyun didn’t mean those words when they came out of his mouth. He really didn’t. Those three words weren’t the ones he was looking for.
It was an accident, a moment that originated out of pure frustration. He really wishes he can take it back because he doesn’t hate Kibum. Hate is on the polar end for what Jonghyun feels for Kibum.
Jonghyun thinks that maybe if he were a bit more rational with his thoughts then he wouldn’t have gotten Kibum upset. He knows Kibum well enough, like a book he memorized because he read it over and over again. So he thinks he’s stupid because he knows that Kibum would ignore him if he said that. He knows that Kibum would go out of his way to make his life miserable.
Jonghyun also thinks that he shouldn’t have gotten mad because it’s Kibum. Because when Kibum reorganized his entire iTunes collection and color coded his clothes, Jonghyun shouldn’t be surprised, nevertheless angry. It’s typical of Kibum, like breathing and sleeping. Just like how it’s normal when Kibum would try to press his body just a few more centimeters closer to Jonghyun’s (like a few centimeters would even matter).
But Jonghyun said it and all Kibum replied with was “best friends don’t say that to each other.” Now Kibum is clinging to Taemin, bothering Minho and even doting on Jinki who he used to swat away.
“Hyung...you should apologize to him,” Taemin pokes Jonghyun’s arm looking up at him from his seat on the couch.
Jonghyun shakes his head, “No no no, you know how he gets when he’s furious and I say sorry to him. He’s all like ‘if sorry works then why do we need the police?’.” Jonghyun sticks his arms on his hips, imitating Kibum.
“But he won’t shut up about how indecent you were.”
“Just wait a week, he’ll get over it.”
Taemin throws popcorn in his mouth and throws a dubious look at his hyung. “You told him you hate him. It’ll take a century for him to get over that.”
Jonghyun crashes his head into his lap, pretending to sob. “My life is over.”
Taemin pats Jonghyun’s back, although he’s sure nothing will console Jonghyun at this point.
“Taemin,” a voice calls out from their room.
Immediately, Taemin places the popcorn on the ground and scoots over to create distance between him and Jonghyun.
“Taemin, did you finish your homework?” Kibum hovers over Jonghyun, who still has his head buried.
“No,” Taemin mutters, looking guilty. He pulls his body up and drags himself to the bedroom as quickly as possible to avoid any crazy interaction between Kibum and Jonghyun.
Sensing that Taemin left, Jonghyun raises his head to meet Kibum’s eyes that are glaring holes into his body. Jonghyun can tell that Kibum’s more sad than angry; Kibum just chooses anger over sorrow so he won’t seem weak. Jonghyun knows and Kibum knows that he knows, but Kibum keeps this up to save face.
Jonghyun pouts, trying his puppy face for, god knows how many times now. But Kibum scoffs and turns away, retreating back into the room.
Jonghyun tried every trick in the book. He even googled ‘how to make your best friend stop being angry’. All he got was ‘apologize’, ‘explain yourself,’ and ‘talk it out’. This wouldn’t be a problem except Kibum won’t talk to him at all.
The others even chipped in to help him. One night, they forced Kibum to sit next to Jonghyun in the van on a trip back to the dorm. Jonghyun hoped that Kibum would give up when he crossed his leg over his. But Kibum turned his head away to race raindrops on the window.
Kibum not pushing his leg off was a good start for Jonghyun, so he shifted closer to draw circles on Kibum’s inner thigh. He instantly received a reaction from Kibum, but Kibum played it off with a cough.
The three boys in the back were about to cheer but they slumped back in their seats when Kibum shook Jonghyun off.
Later on, Jonghyun spots Heechul by the vending machine. Jonghyun figures it’s no harm to vent a bit so he runs through his problem detail by detail to Heechul, amusing the older boy. When he finishes, Jonghyun feels a bit better although not so much, seeing that he just reminded himself of this problem.
“Jonghyun,” Heechul eyes the other, “wanna learn something new?”
“Definitely.” Jonghyun’s not sure what brought this up but he’s always ready and willing to learn from his hyungs.
Heechul doesn’t hesitate to speak another word and locks lips with Jonghyun. Ten seconds into this kiss, Heechul regrets it, regrets it a lot. It must have been ages since Jonghyun has kissed someone, Heechul thinks.
Although Jonghyun’s a bit too enthusiastic, groping Heechul and tonguing him, Heechul likes the body grinding.
When they finally pull away, Jonghyun is gawks at Heechul, dumbfounded and stunned.
“Control your tongue. Less drool, please.” Heechul crosses his arms and leans against the vending machine while Jonghyun nods obediently. “So, you’ve learned something new. Yes?”
“Yeah,” Jonghyun’s still nodding, uncertain about what exactly to say in a situation like this.
“Great. Good luck with Kibum.”
Somewhere between this mess, Kibum looks for Taemin for consolation. Over chocolate pudding, Kibum confesses that he misses bothering Jonghyun, that he feels lonely and empty. Like his other half is gone. He tells Taemin that he doesn’t want to keep this up but wishes that Jonghyun wasn’t so stupid.
“You guys are too complicated for my young brain.”
Kibum scoops pudding into his mouth and frowns, twirling the spoon in his mouth.
“You guys act like some couples in my school.”
Kibum makes a look of disgust, pretending to gag. “Don’t compare me and Jonghyun to those people.”
Taemin shrugs, “What do you want from him? He tried everything. The other night, when I got up to pee, I saw him consulting Google for help in the dark. That was pretty scary.”
Kibum laughs; he knows Jonghyun would do that, just like when Jonghyun googled what to get him for his birthday because he wouldn’t tell Jonghyun what he wanted. “I don’t know what I want.”
“Do you want him in a box, with a ribbon tied around his…neck?” Taemin chuckles to himself. “I can hint that you know?”
“No, I already got that before.”
Taemin scrunches his eyebrows before he remembers. “Oh right, you mentioned that before.”
Kibum sighs, “Why am I mad again?”
“Because he said he hates you?” Taemin doesn’t know where this conversation is going and his pudding doesn’t look enticing anymore.
It takes a few days for Jonghyun to figure out everything and how he’s going to conquer this issue. Thanks to Minho, Jonghyun knows that Kibum is letting up. He waits for their usual TV time to sneak off into the bedroom. Jonghyun decides that he’s going to try what Heechul taught him on Kibum; he has nothing to lose anyways.
Taemin tugs on Kibum’s sleeve for attention. “Hyung, can you get my sweater. I’m cold.”
Always giving in to Taemin, Kibum enters the room and gropes for the light. His body is met with another and the force of it closes the door. He feels a finger over his mouth and an arm wraps around his waist. “Shhh…let’s not disturb the others.”
“Jjong?”
Jonghyun makes no reply, but nods and Kibum figures it’s him anyways. Kibum tries to push off Jonghyun to get what he came for but Jonghyun’s arms are now on his waist and he doesn’t plan to remove them.
“You. Are not going anywhere until you hear what I have to say.” Jonghyun pauses to make sure Kibum doesn’t protest anymore. “I hate you Kim Kibum.” Kibum takes in a breath, ready to kick Jonghyun in the knee. “I hate you because you are like this. How you can ignore me for a week and I’m already at my knees, scratching my head trying to get you back.”
Kibum crosses his arms and mutters under his breath, “You deserve it.”
“And I also hate how it actually worked out well for me, after you reorganized my shit. I hate how you try to squeeze out the space between us. But you don’t realize that there can be a thousand miles between us and I’m still close to you as ever.” Jonghyun repositions his arms around Kibum’s neck. “I hate you Kibum, because you’re the only person I’ll ever say that to and not mean it. Ever.”
Jonghyun reminds himself to have the lights on if anything like this happens again because he can’t tell Kibum’s expression right now. Silence engulfs them as they match their breathing. Kibum uncrosses his arms to locks them around Jonghyun’s waist. Jonghyun swears his heart is going to jump out any second now.
It’s now or never.
Jonghyun inches in slowly and descends his lips onto Kibum’s. Kibum only gives minimal resistance, still trying to save some face that Jonghyun clearly does not care about. Jonghyun pulls back before he deepens the kiss so Kibum can feel his smile against his lips. “You know I don’t hate you. In fact,” Jonghyun saves the other three words for later since he has other matters on his hands, or mouth.
He crashes his lips against Kibum’s again, this time more eager, rubbing his knee between Kibum’s legs. Kibum moans into the kiss, giving Jonghyun access. He runs his fingers through Jonghyun’s hair as he shivers at Jonghyun stroking his lower back.
They break away and pant for air, both lips red and bodies hot. And Kibum laughs, burying his head into Jonghyun’s shoulder; he just laughs until tears form in his eyes. Jonghyun leans down, his breath lingering on Kibum’s neck. “Best friends forever?”
“Maybe.” Kibum squeezes Jonghyun in his embrace and smiles. “Maybe.”
Taemin peels away from the door and tip toes into the living room. “They made up!” He hops on the couch and claps, not caring about falling.
The three boys rejoice and cheer louder than the TV, high-fiving each other as Jonghyun and Kibum stand there watching, wondering about what’s going on.
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