The Mirror's Reflection (6/10)
Title: The Mirror's Reflection
Rating: NC-15
Pairing/Characters: Jongkey, SHINee
Genre: fictional, HS, AU
Chapter Word Count: 5,319
Summary: Kibum, a junior in high school, hadn't known just because he irrationally feared his enemy, he had lost a part of himself that everyone else could see. He always thought people were staring at him in awe or jealousy. But Kibum finding the truth makes him realize it's definitely not the way he thought it was. That's where Jonghyun came in. Jonghyun, the senior and partner in his English class, turned out to be more than just a seat partner, but more like a best friend at first. And it turned out Jonghyun was the one. The one who could see the mirror's reflection, unlike Kibum.
Chapter six: Embarrassment
Warning: Complete and utter nonsense. Random suggestive scene.
It was the end of June, just the beginning of July, when Jonghyun decided to take a rather sulky Kibum out to a fancy dinner again. He knew his boyfriend wasn’t thrilled about him being a collage student now, but he couldn’t help it. Studying music is his hardcore love-besides Kibum. He wanted to go a lot further into it-like his relationship with Kibum.
The room was dimly lit, candles were placed at the middle of each table, which was covered in velvet red table cloth, and the people there were nonetheless rich. It was elegant and peaceful inside and Jonghyun thought that this dinner should try to bring up Kibum’s mood for the past month.
They were both dressed appropriately to the occasion. Not in suits, but formal enough for restaurant policy.
Jonghyun stared at the elegant boy across from him. Kibum had stripped his hair of the dye. Jonghyun told the stylist how to cut his hair, as well. He said if it was cut short enough and he wouldn’t straighten it and his hair would look very masculine for his face.
Well, he was right. His brown hair naturally curled messily and Jonghyun fell straight down into love with his appearance even more. Even though it was styled (without a mirror) differently tonight, Jonghyun knew he was still gorgeous. Kibum was less dark, and now, basically, a prince.
Kibum looked from the menu to Jonghyun and smiled as he saw him staring.
"What?" Kibum softly smiled with a laugh as Jonghyun stared at him. He gave him a little wave to signal that he, in fact, was paying attention, "Is there something on my face?"
Jonghyun finally blinked and chuckled at himself, realizing the boy was lost, "Nothing."
The thing is, even though it was only a few months, Kibum was already looking so good. He already started gaining weight back-Most of it in his face. It was completely full, but at least it wasn't as sucked inward like before. Kibum repeatedly denied he looked any different in this time frame, but Jonghyun was confident enough to remind him every day that he looked better and better. And if any word could outshine 'beautiful', that would be his description of Kibum.
Kibum shook his head and looked back down at his menu as if he was in a huge debate over his choice.
Jonghyun looked across the table and at Kibum's menu wondering what he was-
Of course.
Of course he was looking there.
"Kibum," Jonghyun sighed, displeased to the max, "Kibum, look at something else."
Kibum lifted his head and furrowed his brows, thoroughly lost, "Jjong?"
"You can't live off a damn salad for the rest of your life, baby."
It was true-when it came to restaurants, Kibum would be overly conscious of the foods in the restaurants. He didn't know how much fat was in the food, was it healthy or not, would this kill his stomach, will he hate the food period . . .
Jonghyun had always let it go, but that meant he wasn't seriously treating Kibum to dinner. Just giving Kibum something he could make at home in less than point five seconds without his hands and just use 'the force' to move everything around and into a round bowl.
"Bummie, it's not a bad menu. I even checked everything," Jonghyun sighed, breathing the truth, "Don't order the salad, please?"
Kibum bit his lip and tried to come up with something smart to say at him, but . . . he was treating him to dinner. And it'd be completely impolite to his boyfriend to be all safe-and-stubborn.
"You aren't going to look awful if you eat anything else, baby," The older reached over and took Kibum's hand, "Stop with the paranoia."
Jonghyun's thumb ran across the back of his hands assuringly, "Let me order."
Kibum stared at him hard for a moment. Being skeptical, he bit his lip.
What if Jonghyun was wrong this time? Everybody is wrong sometimes. And this could be the moment where Jonghyun had his turn. Well, he hasn't made any mistakes so far, really . . . but it could still happen!
But the puppy looked at him in such a way that Kibum couldn’t repudiate.
“F-Fine,” he sighed and put down his menu, waiting for Jonghyun to decide what was to be ordered for the both of them, “If I get fat-”
“In which you won’t.”
“Oh-just shut up, Jonghyun,” he breathed annoyed and sat back in his seat, crossing his arms.
Jonghyun smiled and the mundane waitress stepped up with her unprofessionally red hair tied back in a ponytail, “Good evening, sirs. I’m Tiffany and I’ll be your-Jjong?”
Jonghyun looked from Kibum and looked up at the girl who turned out to be someone he was well-acquainted with. She looked the exact same since junior year, “Tiffany.”
“Wow, you look good,” she raised her brows with her lips mockingly pursing with approval, “Been a while, eh?’
Jonghyun chuckled and nodded, “Yeah. How’ve you been? You haven’t called in a long time. My sister’s getting pretty upset with you.”
“Ah, all is well, all is well. Tell your sister I’m sorry. Ever since I’ve left I’ve been on the job twenty-four-seven, ya ‘know?” she looked at Kibum and smiled right away, “Jonghyun, is this the one that you kept talking about in junior year?” She bit her lip and giggled as Jonghyun blushed and looked down, “I’ll take that as a yes. Hi! I’m Tiffany, just an old friend of Jonghyun, here! I seriously have a lot to tell you about Jonghyun-”
“Thanks, Tif, can I order, please?” Jonghyun cut her off before he felt he’d dig to the center of the Earth.
She giggled again and took out her notepad, “What’ll you have?”
Kibum watched as Tiffany bowed to them both, and specifically gave an ‘I’ll be back!’ straight at Kibum.
This girl had a very nice figure on her. He bet S-Line or no S-Line, she’d be a fantastic body. Her face was absolutely of a child and most certainly beautiful-it matched her personality. The only thing he didn’t like was her forced attire. The waitress wear wasn’t fitting to her body as it should and her ponytail was held too low-her bangs weren’t even cut to frame her face.
On another thought, Kibum felt he could grimace at Jonghyun. It could’ve been over Tiffany. Surely he dated her-she was the looker of his type. The only thing he hoped was that she didn’t scream ‘baby daddy’ and that’s why they broke up. But, oh no, it wasn’t about this adorably innocent girl.
. . . What the fuck did Jonghyun order for him?
He looked at his menu as Jonghyun put in Kibum’s order and saw that, that specific name had a picture-and Kibum wanted to vomit.
No, no, no, it wasn’t something that looked insanely awful or distasteful. It’s just . . . he didn’t know how much that big thing of been actually held inside it. It’d be like, a million calories, doused in fat, and, oh hey, let’s fry it (although . . . it wasn’t fried. . .)!
Kibum’s face scrunched up. This meal could potentially add up to twenty Big Macs. Yeah, let’s just give Bummie a heart attack, shall we?
“Why?” Jonghyun furrowed his brows confused, “Don’t tell me-”
“I like Tiffany,” Kibum shrugged, not judging her character too quickly, “Just . . . what in the world did you even order me? It was like . . . in German or like . . . I dunno, gibberish like Floofduflaff.”
“What?” Jonghyun cracked a smile as he tried suppressing his laughter from being loud.
Kibum groaned quietly and shook his head, “Shut up. You know what I’m trying to say, here.”
“That I don’t speak Korean?”
“Or English well enough!”
They both begun quietly laughing as they toppled over such a stupid made up word.
Forgotten about what Jonghyun ordered, Kibum placed his hands in his palms and leaned forward, “So what did she want to tell me anyway?”
Jonghyun stared for a moment with the hint of a blush creeping upon his cheeks. Oh, it was adorable and Kibum couldn’t take it, “Well-”
“He’s been crushing on you since junior year!” Tiffany came back with their new glasses of drinks, “He hadn’t even talked to you, but he sure loved you!”
“Tiffany!” Jonghyun hissed menacingly, yet his face was in clear mortification.
Kibum raised his brows and looked from Jonghyun to Tiffany, “Since last year, huh?”
She bit her lip and nodded excitedly, “He’d see you in the halls a lot. I mean, we all thought Onew was clumsy, but man, was Jonghyun accident-prone when he saw you! He ran into everyone, everything, and almost bowed down in your presence-”
“Tiffany, go serve someone else!” Jonghyun growled as his puppy eyes turned to threatening dog.
She narrowed her eyes at him with one hand on her hip, sassing, “Kim Jonghyun, don’t you dare order me around,” she scolded, a foreigner accent slipped from her tongue.
Kibum raised his brows further, realizing she couldn’t have been from Korea.
Kibum seemed to like her a lot.
“Another time, then,” she sighed, “Or Mr. Grump should tell you of his stalking pride.”
“Hey, I didn’t stalk!”
“Remember that time when we were at the park-”
“Goodbye, Tiffany!”
She teasingly sneered at Jonghyun and winked at Kibum, “I know you’ll force it out of him if he doesn’t spit it. I’ll be back!”
Kibum smiled as she left for her other tables and brought his engrossment to Jonghyun once more. He was twirling, almost fidgeting, with the fork on the table; his eyes turned back into a puppy-pretending to be thoroughly intrigued by the utensil.
Kibum finally chuckled and reached over to stop the twirling madness. Jonghyun didn’t dare to look up, but went for the spoon and started playing with that one. Kibum’s smile grew and took the fork away to his side of the table. He put it down and reached back over to stop Jonghyun’s faked delight in poking the table with the spoon.
Kibum went softer and softer like a marshmallow in a fire. He turned gooey before Jonghyun and his fingers lightly clasped on to Jonghyun’s hand, sticking there. Jonghyun still averted his nervous eyes away to most likely his pocket, where his phone was.
“Jjongie,” Kibum called quietly. He did want to know. But it’s not like he was going to yell at him about it.
Jonghyun didn’t answer and pretended to never notice Kibum’s hand was still upon his. He used his other hand to reach for his phone.
“Jjong,” he called again, just a bit louder.
Once more, shunned silence.
“Jonghyun.”
Kibum grasped on to his hand and pulled back, reeling in Jonghyun a bit.
Jonghyun finally looked up with sheepish eyes and a bitten lip.
“Why are you embarrassed?” he asked.
Jonghyun decided to look around the room instead of looking at Kibum to avoid questioning. Kibum was convinced he was officially too annoying when it came to this.
Kibum narrowed his eyes, “Tiffany?” he called for their servant.
Tiffany left the table she’d just served and came to Kibum with a knowing smile, “Won’t spit?”
“No,” he sighed, letting go of Jonghyun’s hand, reaching for his own wallet, “Is our order ready at all?”
“I don’t believe so. It’s a full house tonight, tickets are racked up. It may in a few-”
“Erase the order.”
Both Jonghyun and Tiffany looked at him, “What?” she asked.
Kibum dug into his wallet to pay the entrance and drink fee and stood, “Stop the order, please? Here,” he even tipped her.
“No, no, no!” she held up her hands, “Keep that-”
Kibum shook his head, “I like you enough.”
She still shook her head.
Kibum rolled his eyes and forcefully shoved it into her pants pocket, “Don’t you dare take it back out. Let’s go, Jjong.”
Jonghyun hesitantly stood and slowly walked behind him, nervous as hell.
“Hey,” Tiffany said as Kibum started walking out of hearing distance, “It’s not a big deal. Now he’s just going to confront you. You should’ve just-”
“Goodbye, Tiffany,” Jonghyun growled again and caught up to Kibum.
They walked out of the restaurant and Kibum never said anything. He kept walking on and Jonghyun followed behind him like a scolded puppy waiting for his master to turn around and pet him, telling him it’s okay.
But Kibum deliberately ignored him and kept walking on all the way to the park; which was empty at this hour.
Free of adults, teens, and children.
Out of hearing range.
He knew Jonghyun was dying on the inside thoroughly due to the suspense of what he might do when they’d come to a halt. Would he think Jonghyun was a freak? Would he just say goodnight and goodbye?
Kibum stopped at the fountain and finally turned around, hands on his (healthier) hips, “You wanna tell me, now?”
Jonghyun didn’t look at Kibum and pursed his lips. And Kibum could see the pain in his eyes as if he were scared of him.
Jonghyun licked his lips, “I didn’t stalk you,” was the first thing that came out and it came out rushed.
Kibum chuckled on the inside and had to hide his smile. He figured if he was less tense, Jonghyun wouldn’t tell him-he knew he wouldn’t, he’d just lie about it. Now, if he was angry or frustrated, Jonghyun comes out with the truth.
Jonghyun wasn’t a liar. Just the things he’s most nervous about make it hard for him to even tell.
And right now, he didn’t even lie. He wasn’t ever asked before.
He crossed his arms and looked at him as poker as he could, “Jjong, look at me.”
He obeyed.
“Just tell me.”
Jonghyun blinked and looked down, kicking his foot around, “I . . . the first time I actually saw you was in the middle of junior year . . . Y-you were, uh, telling this kid to stop assaulting this girl with pigtails and glasses . . .”
Oh . . . Kibum thought.
“Despite your . . .” Jonghyun trailed off on appearance, “You’re really . . . beautiful. Even though I was older I-I never had the balls to go up to you.”
nbsp;"So you really did stalk me."
Jonghyun wanted to press forward but stumbled over himself and stopped, "No, no, no!"
Kibum was in complete evil-bliss as the puppy defended himself when really he didn't need to at all. Just watching Jonghyun spiral down into the depths of fear was pure entertainment at this very moment.
"Then at that park Tiffany mentioned?"
"I-I saw you and . . . I sort of . . . watched you? I didn't follow! You just walked by, I couldn’t not watch you."
“At school.”
Jonghyun scratched the back of his head, "I tried going up to you a lot . . . But I couldn't."
"Scaredy-cat," Kibum chuckled, giving himself away, but Jonghyun was completely oblivious.
"But I came up to you this year-"
Kibum exaggerated his huff and rolled his eyes, "I bet you even came to my house and somehow looked through my window with binoculars and-"
"I-I-I-" Jonghyun turned red in his beautifully colored face, "N-n-no! I didn't know where you lived!"
Kibum groaned and stomped his foot, "Then why didn't you tell me?!"
"I WAS SCARED SHITLESS!" He screamed.
Kibum stopped and looked at Jonghyun, his façade finally slipping as the puppy seemed to have quickly and delicately come to his limit.
"You're a fucking God, Kibum," he turned around to face away, blowing his steam, "Seriously. fucking God! It's only luck that we came into the same class last year! I didn't know what you thought of me. Your standards are so goddamn high! You probably thought I was like those bastards in your class that freaking fixed their hair with their greasy hands all the time! I was afraid of it!" Jonghyun clutched his hair and just started walking in idle directions, "I wanted to make a good impression. I wanted to be proven different. But with your attitude, I thought I may as well give up. But I ended up loving your attitude and now I see through it! I didn't stalk-"
Kibum shook his head, regretting the want to play the game, and walked up to Jonghyun, wrapping his skinny arms around Jonghyun's waist, "Stop it."
Jonghyun stopped moving and put his arms down, head turning and looking up at his younger, "W-what?"
"I'm a bitch," Kibum lightly sighed and pressed his lips to Jonghyun's neck, "And you're so gullible."
Jonghyun was still lost and repeated, "What?"
"I'm not angry, Jonghyun," Kibum breathed on his neck, lips traveling right below his left ear, "I was being . . . mean. Just to get it out of you.”
Jonghyun finally sighed out and turned in Kibum's arms, holding him close to his body, "Don't fucking do that again."
Kibum chuckled and held him close, his hands traveling through Jonghyun's hair to comfort him and calm his heartbeat that was driven crazy, "Sh, I'm sorry," he chuckled again, "Sh, calm down, Jonghyun."
They stood quietly as Kibum continuously tread his hand through Jonghyun's hair and kissed down his neck in apologies. Jonghyun sighed and laid his head on Kibum's shoulder and finally released every single bit of tension.
"Hey, Kibum?" Jonghyun pulled his head back
"Hm?" Both his hands now in Jonghyun's hair, staring down at his lips.
For a moment, Jonghyun closed his eyes, breathing a little shakily, "D-Did . . . You, l-like, why-"
Kibum couldn’t even let him start after slight temptation, pressed his lips to Jonghyun's to quiet him from his stutter. Such warmth stopped Jonghyun, stumbling a bit.
Kibum kissed him.
Not the other way around.
Kibum sighed and pressed forward and Jonghyun reacted. He reached up to Kibum's neck and pushed on him. It was like he totally forgot everything else. Kibum kissin him as . . sexy
Too sexy.
He felt his pants getting tighter against his skin at such a simple movement.
And next thing they knew, they weren’t stopping.
They gripped on to each other tightly in the dark that began wrapping around them and the heat that grew. One by one the lights illuminating the park dimmed down and their kissing grew more vigor with need. Kibum's mouth opened to finally breathe and Jonghyun took advantage. He shoved his tongue inside and felt around the latter's mouth with distinct pleasure crawling upon him. Seconds go by and Kibum moans, his hands traveling lower and lower, gripping Jonghyun's loose and untucked shirt in his fists.
"Kibum," he breathed into his mouth, trying to pull away, "Kibum-"
"Shh, Jonghyun," he breathed in his mouth and fought to let his tongue out and swipe the elder’s lower lip, "Don't talk."
Oh god, what am I doing?! Kibum thought among the thoughts of lust.
Jonghyun placed butterfly kisses along his jaw line and smiled into his neck, "You really had to leave dinner for this?"
Kibum opened his eyes and pulled Jonghyun away, eyeing him, "I didn't like it in there, anyway." He began pushing his older backwards and blindly in the direction of where a tree was and pressed him against it, "I like it here."
"Kibum-"
Kibum pressed his lips to Jonghyun again and let the elder’s arms tighten around him, gripping his shirt to the point it grew too tight-not that Kibum could even feel it, “I’m not saying sorry.”
Their mouths pressed and bodies stuck together, there was a heat that erupted that they’d never really felt before, and it felt pretty needy.
Kibum felt the flash on his face and it slowly trickled down his body and stopped dead in between his legs. He knew what this meant, but he had no idea how he was supposed to get it to go away without being alone.
Jonghyun breathed into him as his hands slid up and down Kibum’s sides in fervor as Kibum pressed closer. He could feel the younger’s heart beat in his hands. Fast. Very fast.
There was a spark in him. And it traveled lower and lower . . .
“Calm down,” Jonghyun whispered among Kibum’s lips, almost talking to himself.
“Jjong, I can’t-” Kibum stopped kissing him and pressed his forehead to his neck, “I need you.”
Jonghyun’s eyed widened and stumbled, “K-Kibum-”
nbsp;"I'm not talking abou doing it," he breathed as his hands felt under Jonghyun's shirt (he was literally dying of embarrassment on the inside by being so daring, but something was telling him to shut up with his feelings and get on with it already), "I think you helping me take care of my problem is the correct term."
In the midst of the dark he could see Jonghyun's eyes, and they were wide, "Your problem?"
Kibum blushed madly, hoping he couldn't tell, and embraced Jonghyun, "W-where do you think? I-I know you're having it, too." And I’m curious to how it feels now of all the damn possible time in the world. . .
Jonghyun knew he was right. It may not have been severe, but he felt something in his pants rubbing against his clothing uncomfortably. It was hard to focus on his own problem when Kibum's fingers traced every outline of his stomach and shuddered. It was an innocent yet daring touch and he was having a hard time keeping his strength to not go any further than to just 'help' Kibum's 'problem'.
"No?" Kibum whispered as his lips pressed under his jaw.
Jonghyun shook his head a little and crushed Kibum to him, his body heat and flowery scent flowing off his body and on to him. The heat was driving his lower region mad and his scent drove his mind mad. Kibum himself was just driving him insane.
But Jonghyun was very hesitant about getting to this point. He was very traditional-meaning, if he has no self-control, he'll regret that he took Kibum's innocence before marriage. And therefore, he'd be disappointed in himself. He needed to seal the deal officially before he'd do anything that could possibly forecast regret on Kibum's part.
"I don't want to do anything that'll . . . hurt . . . us," he struggled as Kibum's eyelashes fluttered against his cheek.
Kibum pulled away and look at the elder in the dark. He could clearly see the deliberation on his face and how frightened he was of breaking his own rules. Rules Kibum couldn't relinquish. Rules Kibum accepted-because Jonghyun was being utmost reasonable in his head.
"Just . . ." Kibum's voice grew strangled as his problem, "Please?” Why am I begging? He said no. Clearly no! “No one's here." His head lay on Jonghyun's shoulder, resigning his body to him freely.
Jonghyun blinked and grabbed a hold of his final thought that finally flew into place. With one hand on Kibum's back, he felt from his neck all the way down to his pants and slowly palmed over his held-back bulge. Kibum shuttered and emitted a small mewl and it kicked Jonghyun further. His hand messily undid the button and zipper of his pants and allowed him access to put his hand inside his boxers and feel Kibum's immediately hardening problem, taking a light hold on to it.
nbsp;"J-Jjong," Kibum sighed into his shoulder and leaned inward, his hips making a small thrust.
onghyun smiled as he felt Kibum’s blush. But still knew this is so very wrong.
“Kibum, what if I-I don’t . . .”
Kibum clutched on to Jonghyun’s body and sighed, “I’m so embarrassed I even . . . Ew,” he almost chuckled, “B-But I’m not sure how to . . . fix this, right now. I’m not being a pervert when I say . . . I don’t think my hand would . . . I-I could never walk without f-fixing it.”
Jonghyun bit his lips. Yes, they shouldn’t be doing this-outside of all places. But . . . if Kibum couldn’t walk . . .
He knew Kibum's still-in-progress-of-help legs would buckle immediately. He took his hand out and lifted Kibum up, instead hiding them behind the tree and laying Kibum on to the grass.
He was going to do this. Just this one time. No sex. Marriage.
Wait. Until. Marriage.
"Jjong," Kibum kept repeating, his fingernails cutting through his clothed shoulder to engrave mini moons.
"Sh," Jonghyun hushed, hoping none of the security were on patrol, "Sh, Kibum!" And he couldn’t help himself as his own ‘problem’ started gaining suspense.
He grunted as Jonghyun's hand came back.
Jonghyun tried keeping self control while touching Kibum in such manner that the moans that were being offered drove him into up into an erotic state. He slipped down Kibum's boxers and his undone pants and let out his member. Kibum's head fell back into the grass as Jonghyun settled between his legs, feeling the hand work around him at such an irritating pace that he could scream in sexual frustration.
“Jjong, f-faster,” he mumbled, hating the feeling of embarrassment creeping upon his skin.
Jonghyun took initiative and gripped on Kibum’s problem, fastening the pace of his hand. Kibum was literally a moaning mess and could most likely awaken the whole world if he could-making Jonghyun feel conscious.
“Kibum, sh,” he whispered.
Kibum bit his lips to stop producing so loudly, but it was insanely hard with the hand pumping him for the first time and couldn’t help but to enjoy it. And now he knew never again would his own hand suffice.
When Jonghyun’s thumb accidentally swiped over his head, Kibum thrashed suddenly. He screamed in his closed mouth and shook his head, tears almost forming as to how teased he felt. Oh god, how someone else’s hand was so much more pleasuring.
“I-I’m sorry,” Jonghyun said, thinking he harmed his boyfriend. He slowly lost grip but Kibum immediately took his hand and kept it in place.
“N-no,” he breathed out, “D-don’t.” He guided his hand to continue its work and quickly pulled his own hand back to the shoulder as it began to hesitantly move again.
Control yourself, Jjong, Jonghyun thought, don’t let it get fired up . . .
“Kibum,” he said between his teeth as he leaned in, “We can’t . . . not here.”
“I can’t walk,” Kibum complained.
“Then . . . I’ll . . .” Jonghyun unwillingly took his hand away, “Carry you to my apartment.”
His apartment, Kibum thought, that means . . .
“I don’t want-”
Jonghyun lightly pressed his lips hard upon Kibum’s and stared at him, “Only to finish this, don’t worry.”
Don’t worry.
Kibum nodded. And even though Jonghyun could barely see it, he could hear the rustle of the grass. He pulled Kibum’s clothing back up and fastened everything quickly and pulled him on to his back to the apartment.
It was quiet. But Kibum’s actions clearly weren’t. He was mighty uncomfortable and his lower region was on fire as it collided with his pants that were rubbing against Jonghyun’s lower back. He mewled softly into his back and tried biting his lip to stop himself.
He felt like a . . . whore-suddenly needing this.
And now he felt completely . . . mortified.
Went from dinner, to scare, to . . . need. And going to his apartment . . . He knows it’s not going to go as planned.
Oh shit, I’m screwing up, he realized.
He was. This isn’t part of the relationship deal. This is supposed to happen far from now, but he was already pressuring his boyfriend to take the step. He couldn’t do that; that was completely thoughtless and rude of him.
He had to avoid any more screwing up.
“Jjong, take me home,” Kibum suddenly whispered.
Jonghyun’s head turned to look at Kibum, but the boy’s head was buried in his back, “Why?”
Kibum shook his head and gripped Jonghyun’s shoulders, “I-I need to take care of this.”
“I offered-“
“I can do it, Jonghyun.”
Jonghyun furrowed his brows as he turned his path towards Kibum’s house and thought. Maybe Kibum became reasonable and thought that this was too far. Or maybe he thought he was a bad person. Or maybe he thought that it might go further than he thought.
Damn, why was it this complicated?
“Are you sure?”
Kibum chuckled and looked up, poking the back of Jonghyun’s neck with his nose, “I didn’t mean to be selfish back there. I kinda . . . lost it for a second. But I’m right in the mind again. Sorry.”
Jonghyun smiled and nodded. At least Kibum knew he wasn’t thinking straight and wasn’t having any large negativity towards the future of what could’ve come to pass.
So thoughtful.
“Close your eyes and pretend to sleep,” Jonghyun whispered, “We’re here,” He opened the door to Kibum’s house as Kibum shut his eyes.
He wasn’t even in two feet when his mom popped out of the hallway with a smile, her eyes flickering, “You two are back early!”
Jonghyun nodded and gave her a smile as he prepared to walk up the stairs, “Kibum accidentally took a sleeping pill instead of his anxiety pill. He kind of fell asleep before we ordered. But it’s okay, we’ll go another time.”
“Oh,” she clicked her tongue, “Oh, Bummie, you big idiot.”
Chuckling, Jonghyun took Kibum up the stairs and took him to his room, placing him on the bed. He slightly opened his dark eyes and let go of Jonghyun, looking up at him, “You’re such a smart cookie, Jjong. But I think my mother saw the small tenting in your pants.”
The elder smiled and looked down, pulling a frown, “I’m small?”
Kibum could only chuckle.
Jonghyun rolled his eyes and pecked him on the lips before treading a hand through his hair, “After you, uh, finish, you probably should sleep.”
“Why?”
“Because I actually did watch you take a sleeping pill instead,” he smiled and laughed, pecking the now shocked younger’s cheek, “I couldn’t stop you-you already took it down. I just wanted to see how this ended up.”
Kibum’s eyes narrowed as he zeroed in on Jonghyun’s face and whined, “You’re so mean!”
“Hey, you got a little payback with the scaring. I mean, sometimes, sleeping pills can do that to you,” Jonghyun lightly retorted and patted Kibum on the head while gesturing to his lower region, “Now go help yourself. I have to have quite the conversation with my hand when I get home.”
Kibum cracked a smile and shook his head as he patted Jonghyun’s arm. With a last smile, Jonghyun took his retreat out of the room.
"Hey, Jjong?"
Jonghyun turned back around and poked his head through the door, "Yeah?"
Kibum bit his lip and furrowed his eyebrows as he couldn't believe what was going to come out of his mouth.
"Did you date Tiffany?"
To no surprise, Jonghyun laughed and pulled a hand to his face, slapping himself on the forehead, "No, Kibum. My sister . . . experimented with her."
"O-oh," Kibum stuttered and licked his lips, trying to not focus on his embarrassment.
"Goodnight, Bummie," Jonghyun chuckled and left.
When Kibum heard the front door shut, he sighed and mentally punched himself in the face.
He realized he ruined a great dinner with the help of an abnormal sleeping pill.
----Note~----
Oh dear god.
Hi.
This chapter is more or less a filler for the summer portion of the story. After this one, it heads straight to fall.
This chapter is really... /nonsense/.
Don't get me wrong, nonsense is fine for me. This is just really... /weird/. It makes me want to crawl in a hole or something. xD
I planned on making the chapter completely different... but I didn't have any idea what to write of. I'm still proud that I could actually get suggestive when I don't know shit about this stuff. Not being immature about it, just... /eh/ with it.
So, how'd it go?
I think I might update Thursday instead of Friday. I seriously want to lock myself down for the weekend and get to writing this other fic. It'll kill me if I don't.
Thank you to everyone who reads and comments. Incredibly happy about it. ccc:
Sadly, I don't really have anything to share that's a little more 'fun' for the Note. Nothing has really happened lately. This place is boring. >.>
I think I'll see you all Thursday, then?
See you guys then. CC:
~FlaMinhoe/Piplupz
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Rating: NC-15
Pairing/Characters: Jongkey, SHINee
Genre: fictional, HS, AU
Chapter Word Count: 5,319
Summary: Kibum, a junior in high school, hadn't known just because he irrationally feared his enemy, he had lost a part of himself that everyone else could see. He always thought people were staring at him in awe or jealousy. But Kibum finding the truth makes him realize it's definitely not the way he thought it was. That's where Jonghyun came in. Jonghyun, the senior and partner in his English class, turned out to be more than just a seat partner, but more like a best friend at first. And it turned out Jonghyun was the one. The one who could see the mirror's reflection, unlike Kibum.
Chapter six: Embarrassment
Warning: Complete and utter nonsense. Random suggestive scene.
It was the end of June, just the beginning of July, when Jonghyun decided to take a rather sulky Kibum out to a fancy dinner again. He knew his boyfriend wasn’t thrilled about him being a collage student now, but he couldn’t help it. Studying music is his hardcore love-besides Kibum. He wanted to go a lot further into it-like his relationship with Kibum.
The room was dimly lit, candles were placed at the middle of each table, which was covered in velvet red table cloth, and the people there were nonetheless rich. It was elegant and peaceful inside and Jonghyun thought that this dinner should try to bring up Kibum’s mood for the past month.
They were both dressed appropriately to the occasion. Not in suits, but formal enough for restaurant policy.
Jonghyun stared at the elegant boy across from him. Kibum had stripped his hair of the dye. Jonghyun told the stylist how to cut his hair, as well. He said if it was cut short enough and he wouldn’t straighten it and his hair would look very masculine for his face.
Well, he was right. His brown hair naturally curled messily and Jonghyun fell straight down into love with his appearance even more. Even though it was styled (without a mirror) differently tonight, Jonghyun knew he was still gorgeous. Kibum was less dark, and now, basically, a prince.
Kibum looked from the menu to Jonghyun and smiled as he saw him staring.
"What?" Kibum softly smiled with a laugh as Jonghyun stared at him. He gave him a little wave to signal that he, in fact, was paying attention, "Is there something on my face?"
Jonghyun finally blinked and chuckled at himself, realizing the boy was lost, "Nothing."
The thing is, even though it was only a few months, Kibum was already looking so good. He already started gaining weight back-Most of it in his face. It was completely full, but at least it wasn't as sucked inward like before. Kibum repeatedly denied he looked any different in this time frame, but Jonghyun was confident enough to remind him every day that he looked better and better. And if any word could outshine 'beautiful', that would be his description of Kibum.
Kibum shook his head and looked back down at his menu as if he was in a huge debate over his choice.
Jonghyun looked across the table and at Kibum's menu wondering what he was-
Of course.
Of course he was looking there.
"Kibum," Jonghyun sighed, displeased to the max, "Kibum, look at something else."
Kibum lifted his head and furrowed his brows, thoroughly lost, "Jjong?"
"You can't live off a damn salad for the rest of your life, baby."
It was true-when it came to restaurants, Kibum would be overly conscious of the foods in the restaurants. He didn't know how much fat was in the food, was it healthy or not, would this kill his stomach, will he hate the food period . . .
Jonghyun had always let it go, but that meant he wasn't seriously treating Kibum to dinner. Just giving Kibum something he could make at home in less than point five seconds without his hands and just use 'the force' to move everything around and into a round bowl.
"Bummie, it's not a bad menu. I even checked everything," Jonghyun sighed, breathing the truth, "Don't order the salad, please?"
Kibum bit his lip and tried to come up with something smart to say at him, but . . . he was treating him to dinner. And it'd be completely impolite to his boyfriend to be all safe-and-stubborn.
"You aren't going to look awful if you eat anything else, baby," The older reached over and took Kibum's hand, "Stop with the paranoia."
Jonghyun's thumb ran across the back of his hands assuringly, "Let me order."
Kibum stared at him hard for a moment. Being skeptical, he bit his lip.
What if Jonghyun was wrong this time? Everybody is wrong sometimes. And this could be the moment where Jonghyun had his turn. Well, he hasn't made any mistakes so far, really . . . but it could still happen!
But the puppy looked at him in such a way that Kibum couldn’t repudiate.
“F-Fine,” he sighed and put down his menu, waiting for Jonghyun to decide what was to be ordered for the both of them, “If I get fat-”
“In which you won’t.”
“Oh-just shut up, Jonghyun,” he breathed annoyed and sat back in his seat, crossing his arms.
Jonghyun smiled and the mundane waitress stepped up with her unprofessionally red hair tied back in a ponytail, “Good evening, sirs. I’m Tiffany and I’ll be your-Jjong?”
Jonghyun looked from Kibum and looked up at the girl who turned out to be someone he was well-acquainted with. She looked the exact same since junior year, “Tiffany.”
“Wow, you look good,” she raised her brows with her lips mockingly pursing with approval, “Been a while, eh?’
Jonghyun chuckled and nodded, “Yeah. How’ve you been? You haven’t called in a long time. My sister’s getting pretty upset with you.”
“Ah, all is well, all is well. Tell your sister I’m sorry. Ever since I’ve left I’ve been on the job twenty-four-seven, ya ‘know?” she looked at Kibum and smiled right away, “Jonghyun, is this the one that you kept talking about in junior year?” She bit her lip and giggled as Jonghyun blushed and looked down, “I’ll take that as a yes. Hi! I’m Tiffany, just an old friend of Jonghyun, here! I seriously have a lot to tell you about Jonghyun-”
“Thanks, Tif, can I order, please?” Jonghyun cut her off before he felt he’d dig to the center of the Earth.
She giggled again and took out her notepad, “What’ll you have?”
Kibum watched as Tiffany bowed to them both, and specifically gave an ‘I’ll be back!’ straight at Kibum.
This girl had a very nice figure on her. He bet S-Line or no S-Line, she’d be a fantastic body. Her face was absolutely of a child and most certainly beautiful-it matched her personality. The only thing he didn’t like was her forced attire. The waitress wear wasn’t fitting to her body as it should and her ponytail was held too low-her bangs weren’t even cut to frame her face.
On another thought, Kibum felt he could grimace at Jonghyun. It could’ve been over Tiffany. Surely he dated her-she was the looker of his type. The only thing he hoped was that she didn’t scream ‘baby daddy’ and that’s why they broke up. But, oh no, it wasn’t about this adorably innocent girl.
. . . What the fuck did Jonghyun order for him?
He looked at his menu as Jonghyun put in Kibum’s order and saw that, that specific name had a picture-and Kibum wanted to vomit.
No, no, no, it wasn’t something that looked insanely awful or distasteful. It’s just . . . he didn’t know how much that big thing of been actually held inside it. It’d be like, a million calories, doused in fat, and, oh hey, let’s fry it (although . . . it wasn’t fried. . .)!
Kibum’s face scrunched up. This meal could potentially add up to twenty Big Macs. Yeah, let’s just give Bummie a heart attack, shall we?
“Why?” Jonghyun furrowed his brows confused, “Don’t tell me-”
“I like Tiffany,” Kibum shrugged, not judging her character too quickly, “Just . . . what in the world did you even order me? It was like . . . in German or like . . . I dunno, gibberish like Floofduflaff.”
“What?” Jonghyun cracked a smile as he tried suppressing his laughter from being loud.
Kibum groaned quietly and shook his head, “Shut up. You know what I’m trying to say, here.”
“That I don’t speak Korean?”
“Or English well enough!”
They both begun quietly laughing as they toppled over such a stupid made up word.
Forgotten about what Jonghyun ordered, Kibum placed his hands in his palms and leaned forward, “So what did she want to tell me anyway?”
Jonghyun stared for a moment with the hint of a blush creeping upon his cheeks. Oh, it was adorable and Kibum couldn’t take it, “Well-”
“He’s been crushing on you since junior year!” Tiffany came back with their new glasses of drinks, “He hadn’t even talked to you, but he sure loved you!”
“Tiffany!” Jonghyun hissed menacingly, yet his face was in clear mortification.
Kibum raised his brows and looked from Jonghyun to Tiffany, “Since last year, huh?”
She bit her lip and nodded excitedly, “He’d see you in the halls a lot. I mean, we all thought Onew was clumsy, but man, was Jonghyun accident-prone when he saw you! He ran into everyone, everything, and almost bowed down in your presence-”
“Tiffany, go serve someone else!” Jonghyun growled as his puppy eyes turned to threatening dog.
She narrowed her eyes at him with one hand on her hip, sassing, “Kim Jonghyun, don’t you dare order me around,” she scolded, a foreigner accent slipped from her tongue.
Kibum raised his brows further, realizing she couldn’t have been from Korea.
Kibum seemed to like her a lot.
“Another time, then,” she sighed, “Or Mr. Grump should tell you of his stalking pride.”
“Hey, I didn’t stalk!”
“Remember that time when we were at the park-”
“Goodbye, Tiffany!”
She teasingly sneered at Jonghyun and winked at Kibum, “I know you’ll force it out of him if he doesn’t spit it. I’ll be back!”
Kibum smiled as she left for her other tables and brought his engrossment to Jonghyun once more. He was twirling, almost fidgeting, with the fork on the table; his eyes turned back into a puppy-pretending to be thoroughly intrigued by the utensil.
Kibum finally chuckled and reached over to stop the twirling madness. Jonghyun didn’t dare to look up, but went for the spoon and started playing with that one. Kibum’s smile grew and took the fork away to his side of the table. He put it down and reached back over to stop Jonghyun’s faked delight in poking the table with the spoon.
Kibum went softer and softer like a marshmallow in a fire. He turned gooey before Jonghyun and his fingers lightly clasped on to Jonghyun’s hand, sticking there. Jonghyun still averted his nervous eyes away to most likely his pocket, where his phone was.
“Jjongie,” Kibum called quietly. He did want to know. But it’s not like he was going to yell at him about it.
Jonghyun didn’t answer and pretended to never notice Kibum’s hand was still upon his. He used his other hand to reach for his phone.
“Jjong,” he called again, just a bit louder.
Once more, shunned silence.
“Jonghyun.”
Kibum grasped on to his hand and pulled back, reeling in Jonghyun a bit.
Jonghyun finally looked up with sheepish eyes and a bitten lip.
“Why are you embarrassed?” he asked.
Jonghyun decided to look around the room instead of looking at Kibum to avoid questioning. Kibum was convinced he was officially too annoying when it came to this.
Kibum narrowed his eyes, “Tiffany?” he called for their servant.
Tiffany left the table she’d just served and came to Kibum with a knowing smile, “Won’t spit?”
“No,” he sighed, letting go of Jonghyun’s hand, reaching for his own wallet, “Is our order ready at all?”
“I don’t believe so. It’s a full house tonight, tickets are racked up. It may in a few-”
“Erase the order.”
Both Jonghyun and Tiffany looked at him, “What?” she asked.
Kibum dug into his wallet to pay the entrance and drink fee and stood, “Stop the order, please? Here,” he even tipped her.
“No, no, no!” she held up her hands, “Keep that-”
Kibum shook his head, “I like you enough.”
She still shook her head.
Kibum rolled his eyes and forcefully shoved it into her pants pocket, “Don’t you dare take it back out. Let’s go, Jjong.”
Jonghyun hesitantly stood and slowly walked behind him, nervous as hell.
“Hey,” Tiffany said as Kibum started walking out of hearing distance, “It’s not a big deal. Now he’s just going to confront you. You should’ve just-”
“Goodbye, Tiffany,” Jonghyun growled again and caught up to Kibum.
They walked out of the restaurant and Kibum never said anything. He kept walking on and Jonghyun followed behind him like a scolded puppy waiting for his master to turn around and pet him, telling him it’s okay.
But Kibum deliberately ignored him and kept walking on all the way to the park; which was empty at this hour.
Free of adults, teens, and children.
Out of hearing range.
He knew Jonghyun was dying on the inside thoroughly due to the suspense of what he might do when they’d come to a halt. Would he think Jonghyun was a freak? Would he just say goodnight and goodbye?
Kibum stopped at the fountain and finally turned around, hands on his (healthier) hips, “You wanna tell me, now?”
Jonghyun didn’t look at Kibum and pursed his lips. And Kibum could see the pain in his eyes as if he were scared of him.
Jonghyun licked his lips, “I didn’t stalk you,” was the first thing that came out and it came out rushed.
Kibum chuckled on the inside and had to hide his smile. He figured if he was less tense, Jonghyun wouldn’t tell him-he knew he wouldn’t, he’d just lie about it. Now, if he was angry or frustrated, Jonghyun comes out with the truth.
Jonghyun wasn’t a liar. Just the things he’s most nervous about make it hard for him to even tell.
And right now, he didn’t even lie. He wasn’t ever asked before.
He crossed his arms and looked at him as poker as he could, “Jjong, look at me.”
He obeyed.
“Just tell me.”
Jonghyun blinked and looked down, kicking his foot around, “I . . . the first time I actually saw you was in the middle of junior year . . . Y-you were, uh, telling this kid to stop assaulting this girl with pigtails and glasses . . .”
Oh . . . Kibum thought.
“Despite your . . .” Jonghyun trailed off on appearance, “You’re really . . . beautiful. Even though I was older I-I never had the balls to go up to you.”
nbsp;"So you really did stalk me."
Jonghyun wanted to press forward but stumbled over himself and stopped, "No, no, no!"
Kibum was in complete evil-bliss as the puppy defended himself when really he didn't need to at all. Just watching Jonghyun spiral down into the depths of fear was pure entertainment at this very moment.
"Then at that park Tiffany mentioned?"
"I-I saw you and . . . I sort of . . . watched you? I didn't follow! You just walked by, I couldn’t not watch you."
“At school.”
Jonghyun scratched the back of his head, "I tried going up to you a lot . . . But I couldn't."
"Scaredy-cat," Kibum chuckled, giving himself away, but Jonghyun was completely oblivious.
"But I came up to you this year-"
Kibum exaggerated his huff and rolled his eyes, "I bet you even came to my house and somehow looked through my window with binoculars and-"
"I-I-I-" Jonghyun turned red in his beautifully colored face, "N-n-no! I didn't know where you lived!"
Kibum groaned and stomped his foot, "Then why didn't you tell me?!"
"I WAS SCARED SHITLESS!" He screamed.
Kibum stopped and looked at Jonghyun, his façade finally slipping as the puppy seemed to have quickly and delicately come to his limit.
"You're a fucking God, Kibum," he turned around to face away, blowing his steam, "Seriously. fucking God! It's only luck that we came into the same class last year! I didn't know what you thought of me. Your standards are so goddamn high! You probably thought I was like those bastards in your class that freaking fixed their hair with their greasy hands all the time! I was afraid of it!" Jonghyun clutched his hair and just started walking in idle directions, "I wanted to make a good impression. I wanted to be proven different. But with your attitude, I thought I may as well give up. But I ended up loving your attitude and now I see through it! I didn't stalk-"
Kibum shook his head, regretting the want to play the game, and walked up to Jonghyun, wrapping his skinny arms around Jonghyun's waist, "Stop it."
Jonghyun stopped moving and put his arms down, head turning and looking up at his younger, "W-what?"
"I'm a bitch," Kibum lightly sighed and pressed his lips to Jonghyun's neck, "And you're so gullible."
Jonghyun was still lost and repeated, "What?"
"I'm not angry, Jonghyun," Kibum breathed on his neck, lips traveling right below his left ear, "I was being . . . mean. Just to get it out of you.”
Jonghyun finally sighed out and turned in Kibum's arms, holding him close to his body, "Don't fucking do that again."
Kibum chuckled and held him close, his hands traveling through Jonghyun's hair to comfort him and calm his heartbeat that was driven crazy, "Sh, I'm sorry," he chuckled again, "Sh, calm down, Jonghyun."
They stood quietly as Kibum continuously tread his hand through Jonghyun's hair and kissed down his neck in apologies. Jonghyun sighed and laid his head on Kibum's shoulder and finally released every single bit of tension.
"Hey, Kibum?" Jonghyun pulled his head back
"Hm?" Both his hands now in Jonghyun's hair, staring down at his lips.
For a moment, Jonghyun closed his eyes, breathing a little shakily, "D-Did . . . You, l-like, why-"
Kibum couldn’t even let him start after slight temptation, pressed his lips to Jonghyun's to quiet him from his stutter. Such warmth stopped Jonghyun, stumbling a bit.
Kibum kissed him.
Not the other way around.
Kibum sighed and pressed forward and Jonghyun reacted. He reached up to Kibum's neck and pushed on him. It was like he totally forgot everything else. Kibum kissin him as . . sexy
Too sexy.
He felt his pants getting tighter against his skin at such a simple movement.
And next thing they knew, they weren’t stopping.
They gripped on to each other tightly in the dark that began wrapping around them and the heat that grew. One by one the lights illuminating the park dimmed down and their kissing grew more vigor with need. Kibum's mouth opened to finally breathe and Jonghyun took advantage. He shoved his tongue inside and felt around the latter's mouth with distinct pleasure crawling upon him. Seconds go by and Kibum moans, his hands traveling lower and lower, gripping Jonghyun's loose and untucked shirt in his fists.
"Kibum," he breathed into his mouth, trying to pull away, "Kibum-"
"Shh, Jonghyun," he breathed in his mouth and fought to let his tongue out and swipe the elder’s lower lip, "Don't talk."
Oh god, what am I doing?! Kibum thought among the thoughts of lust.
Jonghyun placed butterfly kisses along his jaw line and smiled into his neck, "You really had to leave dinner for this?"
Kibum opened his eyes and pulled Jonghyun away, eyeing him, "I didn't like it in there, anyway." He began pushing his older backwards and blindly in the direction of where a tree was and pressed him against it, "I like it here."
"Kibum-"
Kibum pressed his lips to Jonghyun again and let the elder’s arms tighten around him, gripping his shirt to the point it grew too tight-not that Kibum could even feel it, “I’m not saying sorry.”
Their mouths pressed and bodies stuck together, there was a heat that erupted that they’d never really felt before, and it felt pretty needy.
Kibum felt the flash on his face and it slowly trickled down his body and stopped dead in between his legs. He knew what this meant, but he had no idea how he was supposed to get it to go away without being alone.
Jonghyun breathed into him as his hands slid up and down Kibum’s sides in fervor as Kibum pressed closer. He could feel the younger’s heart beat in his hands. Fast. Very fast.
There was a spark in him. And it traveled lower and lower . . .
“Calm down,” Jonghyun whispered among Kibum’s lips, almost talking to himself.
“Jjong, I can’t-” Kibum stopped kissing him and pressed his forehead to his neck, “I need you.”
Jonghyun’s eyed widened and stumbled, “K-Kibum-”
nbsp;"I'm not talking abou doing it," he breathed as his hands felt under Jonghyun's shirt (he was literally dying of embarrassment on the inside by being so daring, but something was telling him to shut up with his feelings and get on with it already), "I think you helping me take care of my problem is the correct term."
In the midst of the dark he could see Jonghyun's eyes, and they were wide, "Your problem?"
Kibum blushed madly, hoping he couldn't tell, and embraced Jonghyun, "W-where do you think? I-I know you're having it, too." And I’m curious to how it feels now of all the damn possible time in the world. . .
Jonghyun knew he was right. It may not have been severe, but he felt something in his pants rubbing against his clothing uncomfortably. It was hard to focus on his own problem when Kibum's fingers traced every outline of his stomach and shuddered. It was an innocent yet daring touch and he was having a hard time keeping his strength to not go any further than to just 'help' Kibum's 'problem'.
"No?" Kibum whispered as his lips pressed under his jaw.
Jonghyun shook his head a little and crushed Kibum to him, his body heat and flowery scent flowing off his body and on to him. The heat was driving his lower region mad and his scent drove his mind mad. Kibum himself was just driving him insane.
But Jonghyun was very hesitant about getting to this point. He was very traditional-meaning, if he has no self-control, he'll regret that he took Kibum's innocence before marriage. And therefore, he'd be disappointed in himself. He needed to seal the deal officially before he'd do anything that could possibly forecast regret on Kibum's part.
"I don't want to do anything that'll . . . hurt . . . us," he struggled as Kibum's eyelashes fluttered against his cheek.
Kibum pulled away and look at the elder in the dark. He could clearly see the deliberation on his face and how frightened he was of breaking his own rules. Rules Kibum couldn't relinquish. Rules Kibum accepted-because Jonghyun was being utmost reasonable in his head.
"Just . . ." Kibum's voice grew strangled as his problem, "Please?” Why am I begging? He said no. Clearly no! “No one's here." His head lay on Jonghyun's shoulder, resigning his body to him freely.
Jonghyun blinked and grabbed a hold of his final thought that finally flew into place. With one hand on Kibum's back, he felt from his neck all the way down to his pants and slowly palmed over his held-back bulge. Kibum shuttered and emitted a small mewl and it kicked Jonghyun further. His hand messily undid the button and zipper of his pants and allowed him access to put his hand inside his boxers and feel Kibum's immediately hardening problem, taking a light hold on to it.
nbsp;"J-Jjong," Kibum sighed into his shoulder and leaned inward, his hips making a small thrust.
onghyun smiled as he felt Kibum’s blush. But still knew this is so very wrong.
“Kibum, what if I-I don’t . . .”
Kibum clutched on to Jonghyun’s body and sighed, “I’m so embarrassed I even . . . Ew,” he almost chuckled, “B-But I’m not sure how to . . . fix this, right now. I’m not being a pervert when I say . . . I don’t think my hand would . . . I-I could never walk without f-fixing it.”
Jonghyun bit his lips. Yes, they shouldn’t be doing this-outside of all places. But . . . if Kibum couldn’t walk . . .
He knew Kibum's still-in-progress-of-help legs would buckle immediately. He took his hand out and lifted Kibum up, instead hiding them behind the tree and laying Kibum on to the grass.
He was going to do this. Just this one time. No sex. Marriage.
Wait. Until. Marriage.
"Jjong," Kibum kept repeating, his fingernails cutting through his clothed shoulder to engrave mini moons.
"Sh," Jonghyun hushed, hoping none of the security were on patrol, "Sh, Kibum!" And he couldn’t help himself as his own ‘problem’ started gaining suspense.
He grunted as Jonghyun's hand came back.
Jonghyun tried keeping self control while touching Kibum in such manner that the moans that were being offered drove him into up into an erotic state. He slipped down Kibum's boxers and his undone pants and let out his member. Kibum's head fell back into the grass as Jonghyun settled between his legs, feeling the hand work around him at such an irritating pace that he could scream in sexual frustration.
“Jjong, f-faster,” he mumbled, hating the feeling of embarrassment creeping upon his skin.
Jonghyun took initiative and gripped on Kibum’s problem, fastening the pace of his hand. Kibum was literally a moaning mess and could most likely awaken the whole world if he could-making Jonghyun feel conscious.
“Kibum, sh,” he whispered.
Kibum bit his lips to stop producing so loudly, but it was insanely hard with the hand pumping him for the first time and couldn’t help but to enjoy it. And now he knew never again would his own hand suffice.
When Jonghyun’s thumb accidentally swiped over his head, Kibum thrashed suddenly. He screamed in his closed mouth and shook his head, tears almost forming as to how teased he felt. Oh god, how someone else’s hand was so much more pleasuring.
“I-I’m sorry,” Jonghyun said, thinking he harmed his boyfriend. He slowly lost grip but Kibum immediately took his hand and kept it in place.
“N-no,” he breathed out, “D-don’t.” He guided his hand to continue its work and quickly pulled his own hand back to the shoulder as it began to hesitantly move again.
Control yourself, Jjong, Jonghyun thought, don’t let it get fired up . . .
“Kibum,” he said between his teeth as he leaned in, “We can’t . . . not here.”
“I can’t walk,” Kibum complained.
“Then . . . I’ll . . .” Jonghyun unwillingly took his hand away, “Carry you to my apartment.”
His apartment, Kibum thought, that means . . .
“I don’t want-”
Jonghyun lightly pressed his lips hard upon Kibum’s and stared at him, “Only to finish this, don’t worry.”
Don’t worry.
Kibum nodded. And even though Jonghyun could barely see it, he could hear the rustle of the grass. He pulled Kibum’s clothing back up and fastened everything quickly and pulled him on to his back to the apartment.
It was quiet. But Kibum’s actions clearly weren’t. He was mighty uncomfortable and his lower region was on fire as it collided with his pants that were rubbing against Jonghyun’s lower back. He mewled softly into his back and tried biting his lip to stop himself.
He felt like a . . . whore-suddenly needing this.
And now he felt completely . . . mortified.
Went from dinner, to scare, to . . . need. And going to his apartment . . . He knows it’s not going to go as planned.
Oh shit, I’m screwing up, he realized.
He was. This isn’t part of the relationship deal. This is supposed to happen far from now, but he was already pressuring his boyfriend to take the step. He couldn’t do that; that was completely thoughtless and rude of him.
He had to avoid any more screwing up.
“Jjong, take me home,” Kibum suddenly whispered.
Jonghyun’s head turned to look at Kibum, but the boy’s head was buried in his back, “Why?”
Kibum shook his head and gripped Jonghyun’s shoulders, “I-I need to take care of this.”
“I offered-“
“I can do it, Jonghyun.”
Jonghyun furrowed his brows as he turned his path towards Kibum’s house and thought. Maybe Kibum became reasonable and thought that this was too far. Or maybe he thought he was a bad person. Or maybe he thought that it might go further than he thought.
Damn, why was it this complicated?
“Are you sure?”
Kibum chuckled and looked up, poking the back of Jonghyun’s neck with his nose, “I didn’t mean to be selfish back there. I kinda . . . lost it for a second. But I’m right in the mind again. Sorry.”
Jonghyun smiled and nodded. At least Kibum knew he wasn’t thinking straight and wasn’t having any large negativity towards the future of what could’ve come to pass.
So thoughtful.
“Close your eyes and pretend to sleep,” Jonghyun whispered, “We’re here,” He opened the door to Kibum’s house as Kibum shut his eyes.
He wasn’t even in two feet when his mom popped out of the hallway with a smile, her eyes flickering, “You two are back early!”
Jonghyun nodded and gave her a smile as he prepared to walk up the stairs, “Kibum accidentally took a sleeping pill instead of his anxiety pill. He kind of fell asleep before we ordered. But it’s okay, we’ll go another time.”
“Oh,” she clicked her tongue, “Oh, Bummie, you big idiot.”
Chuckling, Jonghyun took Kibum up the stairs and took him to his room, placing him on the bed. He slightly opened his dark eyes and let go of Jonghyun, looking up at him, “You’re such a smart cookie, Jjong. But I think my mother saw the small tenting in your pants.”
The elder smiled and looked down, pulling a frown, “I’m small?”
Kibum could only chuckle.
Jonghyun rolled his eyes and pecked him on the lips before treading a hand through his hair, “After you, uh, finish, you probably should sleep.”
“Why?”
“Because I actually did watch you take a sleeping pill instead,” he smiled and laughed, pecking the now shocked younger’s cheek, “I couldn’t stop you-you already took it down. I just wanted to see how this ended up.”
Kibum’s eyes narrowed as he zeroed in on Jonghyun’s face and whined, “You’re so mean!”
“Hey, you got a little payback with the scaring. I mean, sometimes, sleeping pills can do that to you,” Jonghyun lightly retorted and patted Kibum on the head while gesturing to his lower region, “Now go help yourself. I have to have quite the conversation with my hand when I get home.”
Kibum cracked a smile and shook his head as he patted Jonghyun’s arm. With a last smile, Jonghyun took his retreat out of the room.
"Hey, Jjong?"
Jonghyun turned back around and poked his head through the door, "Yeah?"
Kibum bit his lip and furrowed his eyebrows as he couldn't believe what was going to come out of his mouth.
"Did you date Tiffany?"
To no surprise, Jonghyun laughed and pulled a hand to his face, slapping himself on the forehead, "No, Kibum. My sister . . . experimented with her."
"O-oh," Kibum stuttered and licked his lips, trying to not focus on his embarrassment.
"Goodnight, Bummie," Jonghyun chuckled and left.
When Kibum heard the front door shut, he sighed and mentally punched himself in the face.
He realized he ruined a great dinner with the help of an abnormal sleeping pill.
----Note~----
Oh dear god.
Hi.
This chapter is more or less a filler for the summer portion of the story. After this one, it heads straight to fall.
This chapter is really... /nonsense/.
Don't get me wrong, nonsense is fine for me. This is just really... /weird/. It makes me want to crawl in a hole or something. xD
I planned on making the chapter completely different... but I didn't have any idea what to write of. I'm still proud that I could actually get suggestive when I don't know shit about this stuff. Not being immature about it, just... /eh/ with it.
So, how'd it go?
I think I might update Thursday instead of Friday. I seriously want to lock myself down for the weekend and get to writing this other fic. It'll kill me if I don't.
Thank you to everyone who reads and comments. Incredibly happy about it. ccc:
Sadly, I don't really have anything to share that's a little more 'fun' for the Note. Nothing has really happened lately. This place is boring. >.>
I think I'll see you all Thursday, then?
See you guys then. CC:
~FlaMinhoe/Piplupz
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