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You're out of touch and I'm out of time.
Pairing: Kibum/Donghae.
Rating: PG-13.
A/N: Just a hihihihihihihi boredom drabble.
He ran across the road dodging about twenty cars, breath coming in laboured puffs. The sound of car horns disappearing into the background as he ran full pelt along the pavement. Come on, only two fucking more blocks, you can make it in time, he growled to his inner self. See, he’d only realised how much he was in love with Kibum about two months ago, when he told him he was getting married. He wondered why it felt like his heart was exploding into a million tiny shards of glass, Jungsu and Heechul knew. Told him he was in love with Kibum and he snorted. I’m not in love with Kibummie, he’d claimed. So that was how two months ago he, Lee Donghae, had realised he was in love with Kim Kibum. He only realised today, the day of the wedding, that he had to do something about it. He could see the church, good sign. He couldn’t hear wedding bells, another good sign. They weren’t married yet.
He felt himself smirk as he run up to the door, pushing it open with a bang. Looking around what he assumed was a church reception area. He headed off to the right where he could hear the priest talking about holy matrimony. He burst through the door and everyone turned to look. Fuck, he thought. “Fuck,” he said. He looked up and saw Kibum, courage flooding back. “I OBJECT!” He shouted, causing everyone to look relatively shocked. Judging by the look on Siwon's face, he'd just commited a mortal sin. Apart from Heechul, who let out a bark of laughter. He began to pace up the isle. “I thought ‘I object’ was something they used in court.” He heard Geng say to Heechul. He smiled fondly as Heechul scalded him and told him that it could, in fact, be used in this case too.
“Hi,” is all he can say. “What the fuck, Hae?” Kibum asks him, but the smile is still there. “I think we need to talk … Is there anywherewe can, you know?” He trails off. “Talk?” Kibum asks, he always did know exactly what Hae meant. “Um, yeah, I reckon so.” Kibum takes his hand and leads him into a room at the back of the church, right down the isle as everybody looks at him. The bride just stands there spluttering.
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“So,” Kibum starts, “What did you need to see me about?” Donghae chokes. “Huh?” He asks as all brain control evaporates from his system. “You don’t remember saying “I object”?” He asks with a shit-eating grin. The one that Kibum seems to permanently have. “Oh.” Donghae nods. “Is she cheating on me or something?” Donghae shakes his head, “I wish I could tell you that.” He mumbles, facing away from Kibum. “What is it?” Kibum asks him, generally worried. “I think … I know, actually. Kibum, I love you.” He spins around, and to be perfectly honest he really didn’t know Kibum was the close, didn’t expect him to be.
Their lips are practically millimetres apart. “Oh,” Kibum breathes. The hot air fanning out across Donghae’s lips, spreading to highlight the blush on his cheeks. “Oh,” Kibum repeats. “That’s cool. I love you too.” He doesn’t have time to ask what the fuck because Kibum’s kissing him right now. A bit like he’s always wanted him to. A lot like he’s always wanted him to. If it were possible, electric sparks would surely be flying. He wraps his fingers into Kibum’s hair, trying to get him closer as Kibum’s fingers trace the outline of his spine, and he kind of shivers back into the touch.
“What about Soojung?” He pants as Kibum draws patterns and what Donghae wants to imagine are works of art on to his neck using his tongue. “Fuck Soojung. Never loved her anyway.” Kibum growls into his neck. In any other circumstance, Donghae’s sure he would have swatted Kibum for that, and told him he was a bastard. But, who cares, Kibum’s his he thinks as Kibum runs his hands over his backside, not me anyway.
Pairing: Kibum/Donghae.
Rating: PG-13.
A/N: Just a hihihihihihihi boredom drabble.
He ran across the road dodging about twenty cars, breath coming in laboured puffs. The sound of car horns disappearing into the background as he ran full pelt along the pavement. Come on, only two fucking more blocks, you can make it in time, he growled to his inner self. See, he’d only realised how much he was in love with Kibum about two months ago, when he told him he was getting married. He wondered why it felt like his heart was exploding into a million tiny shards of glass, Jungsu and Heechul knew. Told him he was in love with Kibum and he snorted. I’m not in love with Kibummie, he’d claimed. So that was how two months ago he, Lee Donghae, had realised he was in love with Kim Kibum. He only realised today, the day of the wedding, that he had to do something about it. He could see the church, good sign. He couldn’t hear wedding bells, another good sign. They weren’t married yet.
He felt himself smirk as he run up to the door, pushing it open with a bang. Looking around what he assumed was a church reception area. He headed off to the right where he could hear the priest talking about holy matrimony. He burst through the door and everyone turned to look. Fuck, he thought. “Fuck,” he said. He looked up and saw Kibum, courage flooding back. “I OBJECT!” He shouted, causing everyone to look relatively shocked. Judging by the look on Siwon's face, he'd just commited a mortal sin. Apart from Heechul, who let out a bark of laughter. He began to pace up the isle. “I thought ‘I object’ was something they used in court.” He heard Geng say to Heechul. He smiled fondly as Heechul scalded him and told him that it could, in fact, be used in this case too.
“Hi,” is all he can say. “What the fuck, Hae?” Kibum asks him, but the smile is still there. “I think we need to talk … Is there anywherewe can, you know?” He trails off. “Talk?” Kibum asks, he always did know exactly what Hae meant. “Um, yeah, I reckon so.” Kibum takes his hand and leads him into a room at the back of the church, right down the isle as everybody looks at him. The bride just stands there spluttering.
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“So,” Kibum starts, “What did you need to see me about?” Donghae chokes. “Huh?” He asks as all brain control evaporates from his system. “You don’t remember saying “I object”?” He asks with a shit-eating grin. The one that Kibum seems to permanently have. “Oh.” Donghae nods. “Is she cheating on me or something?” Donghae shakes his head, “I wish I could tell you that.” He mumbles, facing away from Kibum. “What is it?” Kibum asks him, generally worried. “I think … I know, actually. Kibum, I love you.” He spins around, and to be perfectly honest he really didn’t know Kibum was the close, didn’t expect him to be.
Their lips are practically millimetres apart. “Oh,” Kibum breathes. The hot air fanning out across Donghae’s lips, spreading to highlight the blush on his cheeks. “Oh,” Kibum repeats. “That’s cool. I love you too.” He doesn’t have time to ask what the fuck because Kibum’s kissing him right now. A bit like he’s always wanted him to. A lot like he’s always wanted him to. If it were possible, electric sparks would surely be flying. He wraps his fingers into Kibum’s hair, trying to get him closer as Kibum’s fingers trace the outline of his spine, and he kind of shivers back into the touch.
“What about Soojung?” He pants as Kibum draws patterns and what Donghae wants to imagine are works of art on to his neck using his tongue. “Fuck Soojung. Never loved her anyway.” Kibum growls into his neck. In any other circumstance, Donghae’s sure he would have swatted Kibum for that, and told him he was a bastard. But, who cares, Kibum’s his he thinks as Kibum runs his hands over his backside, not me anyway.