The Mirror's Reflection (9/10)
Title: The Mirror's Reflection
Rating: NC-15
Pairing/Characters: Jongkey, SHINee
Genre: fictional, HS, AU
Chapter Word Count: 3,404
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 nine: Coming Home
December
hrough the fall, the couple did manage from the separation of their schedules. When they had time on their hands to kill either Jonghyun was invited over (by Kibum's mother) or Kibum was welcomed to the apartment.
It worked out.
Now in December, Kibum was waiting for Jonghyun to return home for the holidays (Jonghyun's college went on a study trip in November and through mid December). It'd been almost a month since they were face to face, but Jonghyun never forgot to call Kibum every day to make sure he was eating, exercising little (because he really didn't need to too much), and all in all doing well.
Whenever they talked, they both seemed to come back on the subject of the promise rings (With the 'subtle' help of Kibum's ramblings). Then the conversation would sky rocket into the subject of the future-imaginary wedding where the skies were blue, they were in a white forest, animals were everywhere with blessings, Taemin can be Key's best man, and his mother gives him away . .
Needless to say, both Jonghyun and Kibum had a nice dream about it every night.
Jonghyun even made a name for their couple. JongKey. Kibum questioned this, but Jonghyun did admit, when Kibum told about the girl at the pet store’s name for the cat, Kibum himsel did look like a Key.
At the moment, Kibum giddily skipped out of his room and down the stairs into the hall to greet his festive mother. She had Christmas music on and hopped around like a child (really, how can people think she's so grown up?).
Kibum stopped at the end of the hall and leaned on the wall as he watched her cheerfully dancing around to a member of Super Junior’s voice. She wiggled and hopped and spun around.
The spin brought Kibum in her sight, "Bummie!" she shouted over the music and grabbed his hands, pulling him to the middle of the room, "Jonghyun's coming! Jonghyun's coming!"
Jonghyu was coming. His class came back a day early and he was supposed to go greet his mother tomorrow and it was a set plan. So instead of being bored the rest of the night, he wanted to come see Kibum after the long wait; even spend the night.
Kibum smiled and shook his head as she took his hands and pushed him around for him to dance, "Mom, it sounds like you have a crush on my boyfriend if I didn't know any better."
She spun Kibum around and hopped as she energetically spoke, "As long is you're okay with it!" she joked before twirling him again.
"Ugh, Mom, you're too short for me to spin under your arm!" Kibum laughed as he struggled to get under her arm like they were playing limbo. Once he successfully made it under, he looked at her, and her brown eyes began shining with a new color.
But then she stopped dancing altogether.
Confused, he pulled closer and asked, "What's wrong?"
As if the cheer was all gone, her hands traveled up his arms, eyes following.
"Kibum . . . You look good," she whispered, bringing him closer in her arms, "So . . . good."
Kibum, being the taller one, enveloped her in his arms, actually getting a good look at them-the fear slowly melting away.
The did look good.
They weren't just bones with skin over it. There was normal and natural fat coating his bones, a few veins popping out attractively on his forearm. His hands were the same; not boney little twigs but normal to society.
Less than a year and he accomplishe this.
"Mom, c'mon," Kibum nuzzled his face into her hair, "Don't cry now."
He didn't know she was actually crying but found out when she sniffed and squeezed him to her body like a little child, "You have no idea, baby, no idea. No idea how . . . wonderful this is." Her hands clutched his pink collared shirt.
He didn't want to cry, so he tried refraining. He pulled a hand to the top of her head, the other still resting on her back as his cheek came in contact with hers, "I'm almost better, Mom," he kissed her ear, "Now, let's go! Jonghyun's coming!"
She regained her cheeriness and pulled from Kibum, kissing him on the nose, "Yo are better, Bummie," she smiled, "Finally."
He smiled as he let go and walked over to the blasting stereo, "How about I turn this off before we and the neighbors go deaf?" He chuckled as he turned the music out into a subtle background. He sat on the couch as his mother picked the slightly bit bigger Key off the floor and pet him as he purred (finally like a normal cat).
He couldn't wait. Jonghyun was coming and would probably talk on and on forever like a wound up dog. And then Kibum himself would talk about how life was boring where he was, how his new friends were okay, how a couple he knew from financial study got pregnant, how he ended up eating everything in a buffet . . .
And no doubt his mother would ramble on about the promise rings they wore and how pretty they were and how she was a little cautious of them. She would keep saying that the two were too young to think about such things and that Kibum had to go through at least one year of college before any of this wedding could happen. Otherwise, she'd be the giddiest woman and go all mushy after finding out she's walking Kibum down the aisle.
Jonghyun's coming home, he internally sighed in relief.
A month without Jonghyun's touch, kiss, smile everything, as terribly painful in the heart. He didn't know what to do with himself when he went through all the mixed feelings of lonesomeness and anxiousness. Talking to him was still everything, but without seeing his face light up, or his eyes widen, or the occasional hand gestures, it proved phones weren't the same as the real thing.
Without his hand, he couldn't feel the warmth spread through his arms he’d always loved. The feeling of him touching his hip before he kissed him. How his hand caressed his cheeks or held him under his thighs, tickling him as he uplifted him. The smile that would innocently seduce him to bring their faces together from anticipation.
Without his smile, lights seemed to be a little dimmer, animals were lazy, and dinosaurs were really proven extinct.
Without his kiss . . .
Oh, without his kiss.
How could he even explain?
Empty.
Moody.
Want.
He could feel himself getting frustrated physically at the thought of his neglected lips and groaned as time seemed to slow down.
"Kibum," his mother sighed as she rolled her eyes, "Calm down."
He looked at his mother quickly, "Oh? What happened to the excitement?"
"No, I'm telling your little friend in your jeans to settle himself before the kitten thinks you hid a toy in your pants," she teased, hiding Key's blue eyes with her hand.
He looked down at his jeans, seeing a partially tamed bump, and immediately shielded himself from his mother’s eyes with his face identical to a tomato, “S-sorry.”
Damn it, Jonghyun, look what you’ve done.
Dead Key, dead Key, dead Key, Kibum closed his eyes and thought to stop himself. Extremely embarrassed, his hands covered his dying bulge as he felt the heat from his bottom travel to his top.
At least it's gone-
Ding, Dong!
"He's here!" she squealed without interest with Kibum’s bulge and let Key down on the floor (who scampered off to the tree by the window, playing with a branch).
She opened the door and her smile grew as she greeted, "Jonghyun-ah!" and tried hurrying him in from the cold outside.
Kibum hopped up and over to the door, seeing the top half of the puppy's face, everything else covered by a blue winter coat.
"Jjong!" Kibum screamed out and lunged at him as he walked inside. The coat slipped below his face and Kibum could see it instantly brighten at the look at him. He didn't even bother taking off his coat before his boyfriend clung to him.
"Bummie," he whispered as his cheek collided with Kibum's, showing off how he grew to be almost as tall as him, now.
"Jonghyun," Kibum whispered in relief as he fit his head under his chin and forced his coat off, hastily embracing Jonghyun's warmth (not even a bit cold) with all the never-dying love he had to give, "I missed you," he mumbled, closing his eyes in content, “And now you’re taller than me . . .” he joked sarcastically, already.
His mother slipped Jonghyun's coat from his arms and put it somewhere Kibum couldn't even focus on. Jonghyun was here, he didn't care of the whereabouts of a coat.
Jonghyun's steel cage arms kept Kibum close to him as his light pecking trailed down his cheek with longing affection, "God, I missed you, Bummie."
Kibum fluffed Key's bed before catching the little guy that tried running off to escape from sleeping. With a chuckle, he took the warm and fragile kitten and placed the little rebel into the softened bed and stroked him with two fingers until he finally yawned and settled into the corner of the round, pink bed.
"Aw," he cooed, "You’re so cute!" he said in English.
The kitten yawned again, stretching out his tiny paws before closing his eyes, taking only minutes to fall asleep.
Kibum smiled and walked over to the tree to turn the lights off before going upstairs and into his room.
Kibum shut the door behind him and sat with Jonghyun on the bed, snuggling into his chest.
"You're so warm," he whispered against him.
nbsp;"And you're so hot," Jonghyun bluntly put out, provoking Kibum to laugh at his thoughtlessness
"You idiot," He truly laughed, feeling as if he hasn't in years.
Just the feeling of Jonghyun in his presence was just too good to even think anymore. Maybe even to speak. Here he was, cuddling closer to Jonghyun as he could, hoping they'd fall asleep together.
Kibum looked up and found himself looking at the under of his chin.
I want . . .
Kibum tilted up and pressed his lips to the smooth, rubble-less skin and lingered at the touch. He could kiss any part of Jonghyun right now just to let him know he needed his affection now; that he missed him so much.
Jonghyun acknowledged him and pulled him over his lap. Kibum didn’t hesitate to press his face to the base of his throat and openly kiss his Adam’s apple. A deep vibration was on Kibum’s lips instantly, and he knew Jonghyun was happy.
As if it really weren’t enough, his face moved, lips leaving one trail of a long kiss just below his jaw line slowly. He gripped Jonghyun’s shoulder to make it all the way back to his ear, slowing to stop just where his jaw line ended.
Jonghyun held him tightly, a hand on his upper thigh, almost his butt, squeezing it as he shuttered.
Something sparked within Kibum like a shock.
His nose skimmed lower and lower until he made it between his shoulder and neck and latched on to his skin.
Jonghyun cut his breathing short and sounded like he tried not to let any noises out as Kibum slacked pace in sucking on that very specific area he stopped on.
And Kibum smiled, feeling the hand on his thigh tighten and another hold his head in place.
He knew this was something about to go way out of control, but he really wanted . . . Jonghyun could surely stop him, right?
His fingers pulled down his clothed chest and took another violent suck on the crook of his neck. Jonghyun let out a little strangled noise and tilted his head back.
Kibum hungrily went back to the base of his throat, openly kissing it more. His tongue washing over it shamelessly-and he knew Jonghyun liked it.
Jonghyun gripped his hair and pulled him off of his throat, bringing him in for a violent kiss, tongues slipping together in a wet unison. And my, did Jonghyun taste delicious as he remembered.
Hands sliding up to his neck, the need growing bigger-the heat in his pants growing hotter-he pressed to Jonghyun harder and involuntarily moaned in his mouth as the elder’s hand slipped underneath his shirt and stroked his tummy.
His mouth ripped from Jonghyun’s and let his eyes roll to the back of his head, feeling only the touch on his stomach, “Jjong-“
Jonghyun’s lips skimmed down his face, pulling out his hand, undoing the first button of Kibum’s shirt. It allowed his face access to Kibum’s collarbone, and he fondly licked his right one before gently biting down on it.
“J-Jonghyun!” Kibum breathily moaned and clutched his hair, the teeth sinking into his skin pleasurably. Oh god, how this felt good. Good to the point there was a bulge in his pajama pants.
“I-I missed you,” Jonghyun panted on his collarbone before slipping his tongue around his bit skin in apology, “You look-amazing.”
Kibum brought their lips back together and savored the passion that passed through their lips and shoved down his throat.
God, how he missed this.
Kibum grew hotter and hotter fingers curling around Jonghyun’s shoulder.
Before he could process his thoughts, he was on top of Jonghyun, his hands still gripping his shoulders. He dipped down to press his lips against his softly this time, yet urge was still growing in need of assistance.
Please, don’t let the night end.
Kibum was willing to do anything to keep . . . feeling and relish on how this was becoming more and more pleasuring-more and more arousing.
Jonghyun responded, moving his lips against his, hand slowly traveling down him. The second time Jonghyun slipped his hand under his shirt gave another delectable shock on his skin and up his spine.
“Kibum, you look beautiful,” Jonghyun whispered, hands now collected at the second button of Kibum’s shirt, looking for approval.
Kibum hesitantly thought. He wasn’t fully healed and he could look an absolute disgust under this shirt. He never gave himself the chance to look and nor did he want to. What if Jonghyun recoils? He could never know what kind of reaction he’d receive for this.
“So beautiful,” he whispered again.
Kibum looked into Jonghyun’s eyes and knew he just had to trust him. He nodded his head weakly and watched Jonghyun pop off the buttons with ease.
Jonghyun stared at Kibum’s bare stomach with an unreadable face.
Kibum, completely insecure, pulled his hands in front of his bare upper body to hide it.
But Jonghyun shook his head and moved his hands away, placing his hands on Kibum’s tummy.
“Beautiful,” he smiled at what he was looking at before looking into Kibum’s worried eyes, “Almost there-basically there, baby. You’ve improved a lot. A lot, Kibum.”
Kibum looked at him incredulously, yet flattered, as his hands moved around Kibum’s features fondly. Kibum felt almost sad that he still hadn’t let his mind accept he wanted to look at himself. Not yet.
But he trusted Jonghyun. And if he said he was almost there, then he was almost there.
Kibum fluttered his eyes shut and leaned into Jonghyun’s touch on his tummy. The hands were heavenly complimenting against his skin the way the moved so slow and basically sensual that it drove Kibum mad in the head and he was losing sight of coherency.
Those hands provoked Kibum badly. They knew every little thing Kibum wanted to do right now and they begged him to commit every sin he wanted right at this moment. It was absolutely hard to resist his urges as the hands innocently slid up his body to his neck, bringing him back to Jonghyun’s awaiting mouth.
A heated tingle was lingering on their lips as they met, the collision of love begging for more.
But he knew Jonghyun wouldn’t ever go more. Jonghyun will save it for marriage. Kibum was almost unhappy about it, but that was only because his little friend was doing more of the thinking than his brain (he thought he’d never see the day . . .) right now.
Kibum pulled back and slipped his shirt off to the floor; going for the hem of Jonghyun’s and slipped it clean over his head, discarding it as well. He stared achingly as he saw Jonghyun’s toned stomach in the moonlight of his window. The abs perfectly muscled, his chest so firm, his arms so big . . .
Kibum leaned back down, faces meeting, as he mapped out Jonghyun’s upper torso. His senses became hyper sensitive and the pleasure spiked as his fingers slipped into the line between his abs, roughly grabbing his hips and sitting on top of him.
“Jonghyun,” Kibum breathed as he felt something hotter than his own pants as his seat.
Jonghyun’s hands placed on Kibum’s face and pressed a thumb over his lips, “Calm . . . down,” he breathed, talking to himself as well, “It’s going . . .t-to get out of . . .hand.”
Kibum grasped Jonghyun’s black hair and pressed himself closer, “I-I-I-”
Jonghyun (must’ve been painful) slowly sat up, Kibum slipping lower, “Kibum, you know how I want to do this the sappy traditional way,” he whispered, “And you must’ve forgotten that your mother is on the other side of the hall. If you get any louder she’ll hear,” he choked as he tried to chuckle.
Kibum pouted, “But I-”
“Go to the bathroom, Bummie,” he kissed his chin, “I think you need to take care of it.”
He eyed him, “And you?’
“. . . I have powers, don’t worry.”
He rolled his eyes and went to the bathroom to take care of business as quietly-and quite unhappily even though he knew Jonghyun would do this.
It was hard to suppress his voice in the bathroom as he tried finishing; but he really had to keep it down because of his mother.
s soon as he returned, he shut his door with a bit of moodiness, seeing Jonghyun was doing alright, “There, happy?”
“Pleased. But it got cold in here without you,” his bottom lip jutted out, “Come here.”
Jonghyun stretched his arms out and let Kibum fall into them, pulling him into the bed and next to him. He pulled his blanket over the two of them and held Kibum close as he cuddled, “Don’t think that it’s you, baby. You look amazing. I’m just a sappy human being.”
Kibum grunted, feigning sleep.
He really bet everyone in school had done it-whether they were sober or not. He’d always overhear girls about how fantastic it was and how masculine the man was when he took charge. Even the guys said the same . . .
It’s not like he wanted to be like them, but hearing about it made him curious. And he wanted to finally feel it.
He just . . . wanted it. With Jonghyun.
But Jonghyun’s mind was the right way to go.
And he was just being stubborn.
“Jonghyun,” Kibum whispered, his arm draping over the elder, “I love you. Thank you.”
“Aw, is my Bummie thankful,” Jonghyun quietly cooed and pinched his cheek, “Why is my future wifey so cute?”
“Husband,” Kibum corrected and swatted his hand away, sticking his tongue out, eyes closing, “Shut up.”
Jonghyun let a hand wander to Kibum’s left and pulled a finger to trace over his ring, “Not ever taking that off?”
Kibum opened his eyes and scoffed, taking his hand away, mockingly offended, “And why would I do that? I bet you’ve done it already.”
With a flashy, dorky-Jonghyun smile, he held up his left hand, the bottom of his ring finger shining in the moonlight, “You wish I’d do it.”
Kibum snorted and playfully shoved his shoulder before snuggling back into his chest, “Shut up.”
The older wrapped his arms around him as he chuckled and settled Kibum’s head below his chin, “Goodnight, Bummie.”
“Goodnight, Jjong.”
That night, they both slept well, together again.
----Note~----
Ello.
One of my favorite chapters! I always like a chapter with a small reunion of any sort. It's like this big whole WOOSH of relief somehow.
So... as you can see, Kibum is kind of really hormonal and he really doesn't care about it. But Jonghyun is really reluctant to let him have his way so, Kibum has no say. >:D
It's such a random chapter too. Always getting suggestive for no reason. xD
If any of you are wondering, no, I'm not writing out their wedding in a chapter. Yeah, most likely not at all. If I ever do, it may be something short and put on my tumblr rather than a post on here.
So, everyone excited for SHINee's double comeback? Fire and Dream Girl.
(Dream Girl is just like Dazzling Girl to me...)
Yeobo hates Key's teaser; and Key is her ultimate bias, so she's really hurting from being disappointed.
Taemin's not my bias. But the picture when him in heavy make up? EYE-FUCKERY, EVERYONE. I ENJOYED IT.
I'm also having BAP feels too. I've never EVER screamed for a teaser for a music video. Oneshot is my FIRST. Like... oh dear lord, I can not right now.
I'm actually learning to lyrics to No Mercy, Power, Warrior, Unbreakable, and Rain Sound.
I have to keep reminding myself I shouldn't try practicing at school during free time in class. No one here thinks a white [chick] should be rapping (including in other languages) at least in public. You get laughed at here. And I get dumbfounded looks because I apparently look more like a ballad singer than a rapper. >.>
Why are looks so deceiving? It's not fair, to be honest.
But, it's all good. I'm in a good mood, I'm about to go eat... And I'm /actually/ getting back to writing. I really thought I'd stop, but I might later. Next English class, I guarentee (I spelled that wrong, didn't I?) I'll get all...asdhgfdsadfgh.
BUT YEAH.
ONE MORE CHAPTER TO GO. C:
( AFF) I'd like to say now, I'd like to thank all 45 subs, 926 views as of now, 25 comments, and two upvotes. I'm seriously feeling bashful about people reading. afgdadfd OTL
And thank you to all the views and comments on LJ. I'm glad you took time to read. c:
But seriously, thank you guys so much for taking interest. It's a big booster. c:
Now, I'm off to eat corn. Because corn is my everything.
BYE.
~FlaMinhoe
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Rating: NC-15
Pairing/Characters: Jongkey, SHINee
Genre: fictional, HS, AU
Chapter Word Count: 3,404
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 nine: Coming Home
December
hrough the fall, the couple did manage from the separation of their schedules. When they had time on their hands to kill either Jonghyun was invited over (by Kibum's mother) or Kibum was welcomed to the apartment.
It worked out.
Now in December, Kibum was waiting for Jonghyun to return home for the holidays (Jonghyun's college went on a study trip in November and through mid December). It'd been almost a month since they were face to face, but Jonghyun never forgot to call Kibum every day to make sure he was eating, exercising little (because he really didn't need to too much), and all in all doing well.
Whenever they talked, they both seemed to come back on the subject of the promise rings (With the 'subtle' help of Kibum's ramblings). Then the conversation would sky rocket into the subject of the future-imaginary wedding where the skies were blue, they were in a white forest, animals were everywhere with blessings, Taemin can be Key's best man, and his mother gives him away . .
Needless to say, both Jonghyun and Kibum had a nice dream about it every night.
Jonghyun even made a name for their couple. JongKey. Kibum questioned this, but Jonghyun did admit, when Kibum told about the girl at the pet store’s name for the cat, Kibum himsel did look like a Key.
At the moment, Kibum giddily skipped out of his room and down the stairs into the hall to greet his festive mother. She had Christmas music on and hopped around like a child (really, how can people think she's so grown up?).
Kibum stopped at the end of the hall and leaned on the wall as he watched her cheerfully dancing around to a member of Super Junior’s voice. She wiggled and hopped and spun around.
The spin brought Kibum in her sight, "Bummie!" she shouted over the music and grabbed his hands, pulling him to the middle of the room, "Jonghyun's coming! Jonghyun's coming!"
Jonghyu was coming. His class came back a day early and he was supposed to go greet his mother tomorrow and it was a set plan. So instead of being bored the rest of the night, he wanted to come see Kibum after the long wait; even spend the night.
Kibum smiled and shook his head as she took his hands and pushed him around for him to dance, "Mom, it sounds like you have a crush on my boyfriend if I didn't know any better."
She spun Kibum around and hopped as she energetically spoke, "As long is you're okay with it!" she joked before twirling him again.
"Ugh, Mom, you're too short for me to spin under your arm!" Kibum laughed as he struggled to get under her arm like they were playing limbo. Once he successfully made it under, he looked at her, and her brown eyes began shining with a new color.
But then she stopped dancing altogether.
Confused, he pulled closer and asked, "What's wrong?"
As if the cheer was all gone, her hands traveled up his arms, eyes following.
"Kibum . . . You look good," she whispered, bringing him closer in her arms, "So . . . good."
Kibum, being the taller one, enveloped her in his arms, actually getting a good look at them-the fear slowly melting away.
The did look good.
They weren't just bones with skin over it. There was normal and natural fat coating his bones, a few veins popping out attractively on his forearm. His hands were the same; not boney little twigs but normal to society.
Less than a year and he accomplishe this.
"Mom, c'mon," Kibum nuzzled his face into her hair, "Don't cry now."
He didn't know she was actually crying but found out when she sniffed and squeezed him to her body like a little child, "You have no idea, baby, no idea. No idea how . . . wonderful this is." Her hands clutched his pink collared shirt.
He didn't want to cry, so he tried refraining. He pulled a hand to the top of her head, the other still resting on her back as his cheek came in contact with hers, "I'm almost better, Mom," he kissed her ear, "Now, let's go! Jonghyun's coming!"
She regained her cheeriness and pulled from Kibum, kissing him on the nose, "Yo are better, Bummie," she smiled, "Finally."
He smiled as he let go and walked over to the blasting stereo, "How about I turn this off before we and the neighbors go deaf?" He chuckled as he turned the music out into a subtle background. He sat on the couch as his mother picked the slightly bit bigger Key off the floor and pet him as he purred (finally like a normal cat).
He couldn't wait. Jonghyun was coming and would probably talk on and on forever like a wound up dog. And then Kibum himself would talk about how life was boring where he was, how his new friends were okay, how a couple he knew from financial study got pregnant, how he ended up eating everything in a buffet . . .
And no doubt his mother would ramble on about the promise rings they wore and how pretty they were and how she was a little cautious of them. She would keep saying that the two were too young to think about such things and that Kibum had to go through at least one year of college before any of this wedding could happen. Otherwise, she'd be the giddiest woman and go all mushy after finding out she's walking Kibum down the aisle.
Jonghyun's coming home, he internally sighed in relief.
A month without Jonghyun's touch, kiss, smile everything, as terribly painful in the heart. He didn't know what to do with himself when he went through all the mixed feelings of lonesomeness and anxiousness. Talking to him was still everything, but without seeing his face light up, or his eyes widen, or the occasional hand gestures, it proved phones weren't the same as the real thing.
Without his hand, he couldn't feel the warmth spread through his arms he’d always loved. The feeling of him touching his hip before he kissed him. How his hand caressed his cheeks or held him under his thighs, tickling him as he uplifted him. The smile that would innocently seduce him to bring their faces together from anticipation.
Without his smile, lights seemed to be a little dimmer, animals were lazy, and dinosaurs were really proven extinct.
Without his kiss . . .
Oh, without his kiss.
How could he even explain?
Empty.
Moody.
Want.
He could feel himself getting frustrated physically at the thought of his neglected lips and groaned as time seemed to slow down.
"Kibum," his mother sighed as she rolled her eyes, "Calm down."
He looked at his mother quickly, "Oh? What happened to the excitement?"
"No, I'm telling your little friend in your jeans to settle himself before the kitten thinks you hid a toy in your pants," she teased, hiding Key's blue eyes with her hand.
He looked down at his jeans, seeing a partially tamed bump, and immediately shielded himself from his mother’s eyes with his face identical to a tomato, “S-sorry.”
Damn it, Jonghyun, look what you’ve done.
Dead Key, dead Key, dead Key, Kibum closed his eyes and thought to stop himself. Extremely embarrassed, his hands covered his dying bulge as he felt the heat from his bottom travel to his top.
At least it's gone-
Ding, Dong!
"He's here!" she squealed without interest with Kibum’s bulge and let Key down on the floor (who scampered off to the tree by the window, playing with a branch).
She opened the door and her smile grew as she greeted, "Jonghyun-ah!" and tried hurrying him in from the cold outside.
Kibum hopped up and over to the door, seeing the top half of the puppy's face, everything else covered by a blue winter coat.
"Jjong!" Kibum screamed out and lunged at him as he walked inside. The coat slipped below his face and Kibum could see it instantly brighten at the look at him. He didn't even bother taking off his coat before his boyfriend clung to him.
"Bummie," he whispered as his cheek collided with Kibum's, showing off how he grew to be almost as tall as him, now.
"Jonghyun," Kibum whispered in relief as he fit his head under his chin and forced his coat off, hastily embracing Jonghyun's warmth (not even a bit cold) with all the never-dying love he had to give, "I missed you," he mumbled, closing his eyes in content, “And now you’re taller than me . . .” he joked sarcastically, already.
His mother slipped Jonghyun's coat from his arms and put it somewhere Kibum couldn't even focus on. Jonghyun was here, he didn't care of the whereabouts of a coat.
Jonghyun's steel cage arms kept Kibum close to him as his light pecking trailed down his cheek with longing affection, "God, I missed you, Bummie."
Kibum fluffed Key's bed before catching the little guy that tried running off to escape from sleeping. With a chuckle, he took the warm and fragile kitten and placed the little rebel into the softened bed and stroked him with two fingers until he finally yawned and settled into the corner of the round, pink bed.
"Aw," he cooed, "You’re so cute!" he said in English.
The kitten yawned again, stretching out his tiny paws before closing his eyes, taking only minutes to fall asleep.
Kibum smiled and walked over to the tree to turn the lights off before going upstairs and into his room.
Kibum shut the door behind him and sat with Jonghyun on the bed, snuggling into his chest.
"You're so warm," he whispered against him.
nbsp;"And you're so hot," Jonghyun bluntly put out, provoking Kibum to laugh at his thoughtlessness
"You idiot," He truly laughed, feeling as if he hasn't in years.
Just the feeling of Jonghyun in his presence was just too good to even think anymore. Maybe even to speak. Here he was, cuddling closer to Jonghyun as he could, hoping they'd fall asleep together.
Kibum looked up and found himself looking at the under of his chin.
I want . . .
Kibum tilted up and pressed his lips to the smooth, rubble-less skin and lingered at the touch. He could kiss any part of Jonghyun right now just to let him know he needed his affection now; that he missed him so much.
Jonghyun acknowledged him and pulled him over his lap. Kibum didn’t hesitate to press his face to the base of his throat and openly kiss his Adam’s apple. A deep vibration was on Kibum’s lips instantly, and he knew Jonghyun was happy.
As if it really weren’t enough, his face moved, lips leaving one trail of a long kiss just below his jaw line slowly. He gripped Jonghyun’s shoulder to make it all the way back to his ear, slowing to stop just where his jaw line ended.
Jonghyun held him tightly, a hand on his upper thigh, almost his butt, squeezing it as he shuttered.
Something sparked within Kibum like a shock.
His nose skimmed lower and lower until he made it between his shoulder and neck and latched on to his skin.
Jonghyun cut his breathing short and sounded like he tried not to let any noises out as Kibum slacked pace in sucking on that very specific area he stopped on.
And Kibum smiled, feeling the hand on his thigh tighten and another hold his head in place.
He knew this was something about to go way out of control, but he really wanted . . . Jonghyun could surely stop him, right?
His fingers pulled down his clothed chest and took another violent suck on the crook of his neck. Jonghyun let out a little strangled noise and tilted his head back.
Kibum hungrily went back to the base of his throat, openly kissing it more. His tongue washing over it shamelessly-and he knew Jonghyun liked it.
Jonghyun gripped his hair and pulled him off of his throat, bringing him in for a violent kiss, tongues slipping together in a wet unison. And my, did Jonghyun taste delicious as he remembered.
Hands sliding up to his neck, the need growing bigger-the heat in his pants growing hotter-he pressed to Jonghyun harder and involuntarily moaned in his mouth as the elder’s hand slipped underneath his shirt and stroked his tummy.
His mouth ripped from Jonghyun’s and let his eyes roll to the back of his head, feeling only the touch on his stomach, “Jjong-“
Jonghyun’s lips skimmed down his face, pulling out his hand, undoing the first button of Kibum’s shirt. It allowed his face access to Kibum’s collarbone, and he fondly licked his right one before gently biting down on it.
“J-Jonghyun!” Kibum breathily moaned and clutched his hair, the teeth sinking into his skin pleasurably. Oh god, how this felt good. Good to the point there was a bulge in his pajama pants.
“I-I missed you,” Jonghyun panted on his collarbone before slipping his tongue around his bit skin in apology, “You look-amazing.”
Kibum brought their lips back together and savored the passion that passed through their lips and shoved down his throat.
God, how he missed this.
Kibum grew hotter and hotter fingers curling around Jonghyun’s shoulder.
Before he could process his thoughts, he was on top of Jonghyun, his hands still gripping his shoulders. He dipped down to press his lips against his softly this time, yet urge was still growing in need of assistance.
Please, don’t let the night end.
Kibum was willing to do anything to keep . . . feeling and relish on how this was becoming more and more pleasuring-more and more arousing.
Jonghyun responded, moving his lips against his, hand slowly traveling down him. The second time Jonghyun slipped his hand under his shirt gave another delectable shock on his skin and up his spine.
“Kibum, you look beautiful,” Jonghyun whispered, hands now collected at the second button of Kibum’s shirt, looking for approval.
Kibum hesitantly thought. He wasn’t fully healed and he could look an absolute disgust under this shirt. He never gave himself the chance to look and nor did he want to. What if Jonghyun recoils? He could never know what kind of reaction he’d receive for this.
“So beautiful,” he whispered again.
Kibum looked into Jonghyun’s eyes and knew he just had to trust him. He nodded his head weakly and watched Jonghyun pop off the buttons with ease.
Jonghyun stared at Kibum’s bare stomach with an unreadable face.
Kibum, completely insecure, pulled his hands in front of his bare upper body to hide it.
But Jonghyun shook his head and moved his hands away, placing his hands on Kibum’s tummy.
“Beautiful,” he smiled at what he was looking at before looking into Kibum’s worried eyes, “Almost there-basically there, baby. You’ve improved a lot. A lot, Kibum.”
Kibum looked at him incredulously, yet flattered, as his hands moved around Kibum’s features fondly. Kibum felt almost sad that he still hadn’t let his mind accept he wanted to look at himself. Not yet.
But he trusted Jonghyun. And if he said he was almost there, then he was almost there.
Kibum fluttered his eyes shut and leaned into Jonghyun’s touch on his tummy. The hands were heavenly complimenting against his skin the way the moved so slow and basically sensual that it drove Kibum mad in the head and he was losing sight of coherency.
Those hands provoked Kibum badly. They knew every little thing Kibum wanted to do right now and they begged him to commit every sin he wanted right at this moment. It was absolutely hard to resist his urges as the hands innocently slid up his body to his neck, bringing him back to Jonghyun’s awaiting mouth.
A heated tingle was lingering on their lips as they met, the collision of love begging for more.
But he knew Jonghyun wouldn’t ever go more. Jonghyun will save it for marriage. Kibum was almost unhappy about it, but that was only because his little friend was doing more of the thinking than his brain (he thought he’d never see the day . . .) right now.
Kibum pulled back and slipped his shirt off to the floor; going for the hem of Jonghyun’s and slipped it clean over his head, discarding it as well. He stared achingly as he saw Jonghyun’s toned stomach in the moonlight of his window. The abs perfectly muscled, his chest so firm, his arms so big . . .
Kibum leaned back down, faces meeting, as he mapped out Jonghyun’s upper torso. His senses became hyper sensitive and the pleasure spiked as his fingers slipped into the line between his abs, roughly grabbing his hips and sitting on top of him.
“Jonghyun,” Kibum breathed as he felt something hotter than his own pants as his seat.
Jonghyun’s hands placed on Kibum’s face and pressed a thumb over his lips, “Calm . . . down,” he breathed, talking to himself as well, “It’s going . . .t-to get out of . . .hand.”
Kibum grasped Jonghyun’s black hair and pressed himself closer, “I-I-I-”
Jonghyun (must’ve been painful) slowly sat up, Kibum slipping lower, “Kibum, you know how I want to do this the sappy traditional way,” he whispered, “And you must’ve forgotten that your mother is on the other side of the hall. If you get any louder she’ll hear,” he choked as he tried to chuckle.
Kibum pouted, “But I-”
“Go to the bathroom, Bummie,” he kissed his chin, “I think you need to take care of it.”
He eyed him, “And you?’
“. . . I have powers, don’t worry.”
He rolled his eyes and went to the bathroom to take care of business as quietly-and quite unhappily even though he knew Jonghyun would do this.
It was hard to suppress his voice in the bathroom as he tried finishing; but he really had to keep it down because of his mother.
s soon as he returned, he shut his door with a bit of moodiness, seeing Jonghyun was doing alright, “There, happy?”
“Pleased. But it got cold in here without you,” his bottom lip jutted out, “Come here.”
Jonghyun stretched his arms out and let Kibum fall into them, pulling him into the bed and next to him. He pulled his blanket over the two of them and held Kibum close as he cuddled, “Don’t think that it’s you, baby. You look amazing. I’m just a sappy human being.”
Kibum grunted, feigning sleep.
He really bet everyone in school had done it-whether they were sober or not. He’d always overhear girls about how fantastic it was and how masculine the man was when he took charge. Even the guys said the same . . .
It’s not like he wanted to be like them, but hearing about it made him curious. And he wanted to finally feel it.
He just . . . wanted it. With Jonghyun.
But Jonghyun’s mind was the right way to go.
And he was just being stubborn.
“Jonghyun,” Kibum whispered, his arm draping over the elder, “I love you. Thank you.”
“Aw, is my Bummie thankful,” Jonghyun quietly cooed and pinched his cheek, “Why is my future wifey so cute?”
“Husband,” Kibum corrected and swatted his hand away, sticking his tongue out, eyes closing, “Shut up.”
Jonghyun let a hand wander to Kibum’s left and pulled a finger to trace over his ring, “Not ever taking that off?”
Kibum opened his eyes and scoffed, taking his hand away, mockingly offended, “And why would I do that? I bet you’ve done it already.”
With a flashy, dorky-Jonghyun smile, he held up his left hand, the bottom of his ring finger shining in the moonlight, “You wish I’d do it.”
Kibum snorted and playfully shoved his shoulder before snuggling back into his chest, “Shut up.”
The older wrapped his arms around him as he chuckled and settled Kibum’s head below his chin, “Goodnight, Bummie.”
“Goodnight, Jjong.”
That night, they both slept well, together again.
----Note~----
Ello.
One of my favorite chapters! I always like a chapter with a small reunion of any sort. It's like this big whole WOOSH of relief somehow.
So... as you can see, Kibum is kind of really hormonal and he really doesn't care about it. But Jonghyun is really reluctant to let him have his way so, Kibum has no say. >:D
It's such a random chapter too. Always getting suggestive for no reason. xD
If any of you are wondering, no, I'm not writing out their wedding in a chapter. Yeah, most likely not at all. If I ever do, it may be something short and put on my tumblr rather than a post on here.
So, everyone excited for SHINee's double comeback? Fire and Dream Girl.
(Dream Girl is just like Dazzling Girl to me...)
Yeobo hates Key's teaser; and Key is her ultimate bias, so she's really hurting from being disappointed.
Taemin's not my bias. But the picture when him in heavy make up? EYE-FUCKERY, EVERYONE. I ENJOYED IT.
I'm also having BAP feels too. I've never EVER screamed for a teaser for a music video. Oneshot is my FIRST. Like... oh dear lord, I can not right now.
I'm actually learning to lyrics to No Mercy, Power, Warrior, Unbreakable, and Rain Sound.
I have to keep reminding myself I shouldn't try practicing at school during free time in class. No one here thinks a white [chick] should be rapping (including in other languages) at least in public. You get laughed at here. And I get dumbfounded looks because I apparently look more like a ballad singer than a rapper. >.>
Why are looks so deceiving? It's not fair, to be honest.
But, it's all good. I'm in a good mood, I'm about to go eat... And I'm /actually/ getting back to writing. I really thought I'd stop, but I might later. Next English class, I guarentee (I spelled that wrong, didn't I?) I'll get all...asdhgfdsadfgh.
BUT YEAH.
ONE MORE CHAPTER TO GO. C:
( AFF) I'd like to say now, I'd like to thank all 45 subs, 926 views as of now, 25 comments, and two upvotes. I'm seriously feeling bashful about people reading. afgdadfd OTL
And thank you to all the views and comments on LJ. I'm glad you took time to read. c:
But seriously, thank you guys so much for taking interest. It's a big booster. c:
Now, I'm off to eat corn. Because corn is my everything.
BYE.
~FlaMinhoe
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