Under Advisement [Chapter 4]
Title: Under Advisement (Chapter 4)
Pairing(s)/Characters: Friendship! JongKey, KhunYoung, Nichkhun/Minho, Onew, Jay/Key, Tiffany
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Crack, College AU, Romance
Summary: DATE NIGHT! Wooyoung and Nichkhun have their first date! And everything goes swimmingly, that is of course until the entire thing goes down the crapper. Jonghyun ditches Key to have a special night with Jinki. Key gets into a bit of a jam. Jay tries to lay the mack down. And Minho, well... Minho's just doing what he does best.
A/N: Another uber-late update. I know I'm a terrible fic-writer and I should be spanked. But in my defense, I think this fic is cursed. I mean I was going to write it last weekend but, then my freaking fandom imploded ;_;. Then, I finished it last night, read it over and realized that I might as well have taken a fat dump on my computer screen and clicked save. So I stayed up all night tonight and rewrote it. Because we here at shamelessfics strive to bring you only the most crap-tacular fiction! Money back guaranteed!
It's the longest chapter thus far, lots of stuff going on here, I really hope it's not confusing. I cannot stress this enough. Con-crit, suggestions, helpful feedback of any kind (anonymous or otherwise) is very much encouraged. In other words: HELP ME!
Nichkhun sat at his desk, highlighter poised cautiously over his notes. Careful not to cause the ink to bleed or smudge, he pressed the marker down, streaming a firm line over the desired text. Slowly, carefully…
BOOM!
Nichkhun jumped up, startled and looked toward his door to see Key and Jonghyun barreling into his room, toting small shopping bags.
“Hiyah Buck!” Key sing-songed. “Wutcha doooing?”
Nichkhun looked down at the messy swirl of highlighter ink scrawled across his notebook. “Well I was studying, but…”
“Oh, so sorry to interrupt,” Key placed a faux-apologetic palm over his heart. “As you know, Jjong and I believe education to be of the utmost importance. Which is why we brought these!” As though on cue, Jonghyun and Key reached into their bags, retrieving two large, neon pink dildos.
Nichkhun gawked at them, mortified. “Yyyyeah… I don’t think I… take that class.”
“Ha-Ha… very funny, Buck.”
“Relax,” Jonghyun chuckled. “We know your date’s tomorrow, so Key and I came over to give you a few pointers.”
“That’s very… um… kind of you guys,” Nichkhun reassured. “But, it’s our first date. And, besides, I’ve taken Sex Ed before.”
“Oh yeah?” Key gestured dismissively with the dildo. “Do you know how to put on a condom...?”
“Actually, yes I…”
“… with your tongue?” Key grinned, waving the dildo proudly in his hand.
Nichkhun glared at them intently for a moment. “… okay, teach me.”
“All in due time,” Jonghyun patted Nichkhun on the shoulder and took a seat. “First thing’s first. What are you wearing?”
“Well, I have a few options actually. I was thinking my Khaki pants with-“
“NOPE!” Key interrupted.
“Okay then, my sweater vest with the-“
“NOPE!”
“Alright, then how about my…”
“NOPE!”
“I didn’t even say anything!”
“I’ve seen your wardrobe, Buck. It’s all bad.”
Nichkhun breathed a defeated sigh. “Fine, then what do you suggest?”
“SHOPPING TRIP!” Jonghyun and Key squealed in unison, wriggling the dildos cheerily in their fists.
“Tomorrow,” Key demanded. “Four o’clock. Barney’s. Be there or be square…er.” he pointed the rubber phallus against Nichkhun’s nose in warning.
Nichkhun’s door swung open again. “Yo, Khun I…” There stood Jay, a bemused grin planted across his face as he took in the scene before him. “Damn, son. Y’all party hard on this floor.”
“God, doesn’t anyone in this dorm know how to knock?” Nichkhun pushed the dildo away from his face and got up to close his door.
“My bad, homes. I was just seeing if I could post some flyers. Tryna get my tutoring business off the ground, know what I’m sayin’?”
Nichkhun took the flyers from Jay’s hand and read aloud. “’Jay Park: Ballin’ Ass Physics Tutor. Room 425’… eh… ok Jay, sure.”
“So you tutor physics huh?” Key crossed his arms incredulously.
“Yeah, boo,” Jay smirked inching a bit closer to Key. “Gotta make that paper. Just need a little cutie to spend it on, y’know?”
Jonghyun failed to stifle a snicker.
“Yeah, well. Good luck with that.” Key sneered.
Jay leaned back coolly and grinned. “Yo, I’m saying shorty. When you gon’ let me holla?”
“Jay, I’m never going to let you ‘holler’,” Key rolled his eyes. “And you’re the last person who should be calling anyone shorty.”
Jay bit his lip in apparent amusement. “Aight, y’all I gotta be out,” he pounded his knuckles against Nichkhun’s, who jerked his fist back in pain. Jay turned toward Key and winked. “Later, cutie,” he rasped and strolled out of the door.
“Ugh,” Key groused.
“What?!” Jonghyun giggled. “I think he’s kind of a hunk.”
“Yeah, you would. I on the other hand, have taste. Now, onto more pressing matters.” Key turned his attention to Nichkhun, who jerked up from his seat at the desk, dildo in hand and a condom flapping limply from his mouth.
“What?” he shrieked spitting out the condom. “I thought I’d … get a head start!”
The next day, Jonghyun, Key and Nichkhun stood in line for the dressing room, piles of clothing stacked heavily in their arms. Nichkhun spied an open room and toddled inside. Jonghyun and Key followed swiftly behind him, shoving their bodies into the tiny space as well.
Nichkhun spun around in shock, “Hello? A little privacy here?”
“Oh, please, Buck,” Key grumbled. “There’s nothing you can show us that we he haven’t seen before.”
“Yeah, well isn’t this a little to close for comfort?”
“Oh come on Nichkhun, we’re just here to help,” Jonghyun reasoned. “And besides, we’re all mature adults here.”
Nichkhun glared at them curiously, but figured there was no point in arguing. “Fine, but… I’m turning around.” He tucked himself into a corner and slowly pulled down his pants.
“WOOHOO! OW!” Jonghyun and Key broke into a fit of exaggerated hoots and giggles.
Nichkhun quickly pulled his pants back up. “OKAY, OUT!” he screamed, jostling the tittering pair through the door.
“Aw, you’re no fun!” Key teased. He turned his attention to Jonghyun. “So, while Barbie’s on her dream-date tonight, what do you say you and I go clubbing?”
“Oh shit, Key, I can’t. Remember? Jinki and I have a special evening planned.”
“Ugh, fine go get your rocks off,” Key sighed. “I’ll just sit home… on a Friday night… by my lonesome…again. At least I’ve got my knitting.”
Jonghyun gave Key a sympathetic squeeze. “I’m sorry Key. But you won’t be by your lonesome, Minho’ll be there!”
“Yeah,” Key snorted. “Probably fucking the brains out of another nameless older man.”
“Huh?” Nichkhun poked his head up over the dressing room door. “What about Minho?”
“And why do you care, Buck?”
“Yeah,” Jonghyun chimed. “You’ve got your fantasy date with Wooyoung!”
“I don’t care,” Nichkhun whined. “I was… just… um… 500 DOLLARS! FOR PANTS?! I thought you said these were on sale!”
“They are on sale,” Jonghyun responded.
“Beauty ain’t cheap, Buck!”
Nichkhun stepped slowly out of the dressing room, shifting uncomfortably in the new clothes. “So? What do you think?”
Key and Jonghyun gasped, placing their hands over their mouths in disbelief.
“What?” Nichkhun asked nervously. “That bad?”
“No, No…” Jonghyun whispered, “Nichkhun, you’re… beautiful!”
“Really?” Nichkhun examined himself in the mirror. He marveled at the crisp, white button-down shirt and stone slacks that seemed to fall perfectly over his frame. It was a far cry from the geek in the Khakis and soccer-mom sweater that he saw a mere moment ago. “Wow, I really am beautiful.”
“Like a young Audrey Hepburn,” Key whimpered.
“Wooyoung’s going to drop dead when he sees you.”
“Thanks, Jonghyun,” Nichkhun beamed. “Key, are you… are you crying?”
“N-no,” Key choked, wiping a tear from his eye. “I just… your butt looks so pert! E- excuse me, I have to go find some belts!” He ran toward the accessories aisle, muffling his tiny sobs along the way.
“Would you hold still, Buck?” Key scolded, smoothing product through Nichkhun’s bangs for the twelfth time that hour. “God, you’d think I was giving you an enema instead of a makeover! Ooh! That reminds me… did you … you know… clear the pipes?”
“I don’t need to clear any pipes, Key!” Nichkhun huffed swatting Key’s hand away.
“You sure about that Buck? Cause, nothing kills the romance like a shitty dick.”
“That’s for sure,” Jonghyun muttered under his breath. Key and Nichkhun fed him a quizzical glare. “… Or so I’ve heard!”
“For the last time, guys, it’s our first date. My first date! We’re going to eat some Italian food, watch some performance art, talk a little bit and then go home. That’s it!”
“That’s it?” Jonghyun teased. “Not even a little good-night kiss?”
Nichkhun blushed. “Maybe… hopefully. God I hope so!”
“Aw, how sweet!” Key grinned taking Nichkhun’s face into his hands. “But just in case, I put a condom and a small packet of lube in your jacket pocket. And remember, NO TEETH… unless he asks.”
“Wow, Key!” Jonghyun exclaimed. “You’re the coolest mom ever!”
Key opened his mouth to retaliate, but was interrupted by a knock at the door.
“That’s him!” Nichkhun gasped.
Key leapt up to smooth a non-existent wrinkle from Nichkhun’s shirt as he strode to open the door. Nichkhun turned the knob and gulped as he took in the sight of Wooyoung in the doorway.
“Wow,” Nichkhun muttered instinctively.
“Wow, yourself!” Wooyoung chuckled. “Can I… come in?”
“Oh, yeah, of course!” Nichkhun led him inside. “You remember Jonghyun and Key.”
“Oh yeah! Hey guys!” Wooyoung waved nervously.
Key and Jonghyun stood huddled together by Nichkhun’s desk, gazing dreamily at the pair. “Hii-ii!” they chanted in response.
Wooyoung raked his fingers through his hair, admiring Nichkhun’s transformation. “Wow, you really clean up well. I mean, you look… incredible.”
“Oh, um…thanks,” Nichkhun stammered. “You… you look amazing. Well, you always look… amazing.” Nichkhun breathed a nervous laugh as Wooyoung smiled back at the compliment.
CLICK!
The two started at the sound and the sudden flash lighting up their periphery. They turned in shock to see Key lowering a small digital camera from his face.
“Oh, I’m sorry” Key murmured. “Was… that not appropriate?”
Jonghyun tugged him by the arm. “Well, I think it’s time for us to go. You boys have a lovely evening.”
“Yes, a lovely evening,” Key gushed as Jonghyun dragged him into the hallway. “NO TEETH!” he made sure to whisper to Nichkhun on the way out.
Nichkhun shut the door behind them and glanced nervously at Wooyoung. “Sorry about that. Oh, I almost forgot!” he rushed over to his closet and pulled out a fresh bouquet of Gardenias. “For you.”
“Oh! Flowers… um… thanks?” Wooyoung fumbled awkwardly with the bouquet. “They’ll go great with my dress.”
“Oh, God I didn’t mean to… I’m sorry.”
“No, no,” Wooyoung chuckled. “That’s very sweet of you. Although, I think we should leave them in the car so we don’t get gay-bashed on the way to the restaurant.”
Nichkhun laughed, nodding shakily in agreement. “I’m sorry. I’m a little nervous. First date jitters…”
“Don’t be, we’ll just… take it slow okay?” Wooyoung reached forward, slipping a reassuring hand into Nichkhun’s palm, he clasped his hand tightly and smiled. “Still nervous?”
Nichkhun looked up him wide-eyed and exhaled. “Nervous about what?”
Jonghyun shifted and twirled, examining his appearance in the full-length mirror. “Hair?” he inquired.
Key glanced up from his issue of Nylon. “Perfect.”
“Lips?”
“Better than Angelina’s”
“Ass?”
“To die for.”
“Awesome,” Jonghyun gave his backside a quick pat. “Shit, I’m going to be late. Are you sure you’ll be alright on your own?”
“Don’t worry about me, Jjong. I’ve got a hot shower and a stack of Joan Crawford movies in my immediate future.”
Jonghyun skipped over to Key’s bed and planted a reassuring kiss on his cheek. “I love you dearly, I promise to make this up to you tomorrow.”
Key waved him away. “Yeah, yeah. Just make sure you don’t get any mysterious stains on my good jeans.”
“With any luck, I’ll be out of them in no time.” Jonghyun gave his hair a final tousle and bounded out of the room. “Don’t wait up!” he called out before shutting the door behind him.
Key flipped mindlessly through the pages of his magazine before slamming it shut in defeat. He huffed, turning over in his bed. So this is what had become of the great Kim Kibum. Alone, bored to tears on a Friday night, nothing but the rattle of his radiator to occupy him. Could this get any worse?
His thoughts were suddenly and rudely interrupted by the rhythmic thuds echoing from Minho’s room. Key inched closer to the wall to inspect it. A muffled, disembodied moan reverberated in his ear. Oh, God no. Key thought.
“Oh, God, Yes…”
Key backed away but the sounds only got louder.
“Oh, Minho! Yes! YYEESS!”
“YAH!” Key warned, knocking his fist against the wall.
“OOOH! OH GOD MINHO! RIGHT THERE! RIGHT THERE!”
Key covered his ears and cursed God. The moans were louder now, and utterly unbearable. It was bad enough that he was home alone on a Friday night and not getting any, but to be forced to listen to Minho pounding away at some shrieking anonymous Senior?
“OH YES! DEEPER MINHO!”
Key figured it was about time to get to that shower. He quickly divested himself of his pajamas, swooping a towel around his waist. He slipped into his flip-flops, grabbing his body wash and loofah.
“DON’T STOP MINHO! DON’T STOP!”
The moans grew even louder, and Key swore he could hear the faint clap of an ass-slap between groans. It was definitely time for that shower. He shielded his ears and screeched, hurrying out to the hall bathroom in a panic.
The date, thus far had gone beyond smoothly. Perhaps it was the wine or the new wardrobe but somehow Nichkhun found himself conversing with ease and confidence. He was damn near bordering on charming if he said so himself. Nichkhun laughed heartily, his mouth still full of stuffed artichoke, as Wooyoung relayed his story about his disastrous first kiss.
“… so then, she just like, lunged at me and scraped her teeth against mine. Don’t ask me where she learned that. And eventually our braces got hooked onto one another and Tiffany had to pry us apart with her father’s wrench.”
Nichkhun dissolved into a fit of giggles.
“And that’s when I knew I would never kiss another girl again,” Wooyoung took a sip of his wine. “So, what about you? How was your first kiss?”
“Well, mine wasn’t nearly as hot as yours of course,” Nichhkhun joked. “You should send that story to Penthouse by the way.”
“I’ll keep that in mind.”
“Her name was Yoona. She was the most popular girl in our sixth grade class and someone paid her five bucks to kiss the kid who smelled like mothballs. Me.” Nichkhun pouted in exaggerated shame.
“Oh that’s so sad.” Wooyoung chuckled despite himself.
Nichkhun bit back a smirk. “Anyway, she did it. In front of the whole cafeteria. I couldn’t get her glitter lip-gloss off of my face for three days straight.”
“What a trashy whore,” Wooyoung gasped. “ I’ll have you know, I only wear my glitter lip-gloss on very special occasions.”
“You’re so old-fashioned.”
Nichkhun and Wooyoung glanced at each other between giggles. A pregnant pause flickered in their gazes before Wooyoung spoke up again.
“Alright, I’m just going to say this and hope I don’t jinx things,” he took a breath. “I’m having a really good time tonight.”
Nichkhun tried to hide his blush behind the wine glass. “Yeah, me too.”
“It’s been like, a year since I’ve gone on a date,” Wooyoung took a nervous sip. “To be honest, I sort of swore off men.”
“Another braces incident?”
Wooyoung chuckled. “No, no nothing like that. I just sort of have a thing for picking the wrong guys.”
Nichkhun bit his lip, unsure of how to respond.
“So, anyway. Back to first kisses,” Wooyoung clasped his hands under his chin in curiosity. “When was your first real kiss, you know, with a boy?”
“Not too long ago actually.”
“How long ago is that?” Wooyoung lifted his glass to take a sip of wine.
“Honestly…?” Nichkhun gulped down his hesitation. “About two weeks ago.”
Wooyoung coughed, nearly choking on his wine. “Oh my god!”
“Are you okay?” Nichkhun reached over to fan away Wooyoung’s coughing fit.
“Yeah, yeah I’m fine I just…” Wooyoung swallowed hard. “How long have you been out?”
“Oh, I’ve been out for a while now!”
“Oh, okay!” Wooyoung breathed a bit, relaxing in his chair.
“Yeah,” Nichkhun continued. “I’ve been out since like, the beginning of the semester!”
Wooyoung broke into another coughing fit. “Sweet Jesus!” Wooyoung exclaimed between hacks. “What is that like… a month?!”
“Yeah… I guess so,” Nichkhun nodded innocently. “Wow, time really flies doesn’t it?”
Nichkhun chomped happily on his artichoke.
Wooyoung guzzled his glass of water at an alarming speed, all the while keeping an eye on the emergency exit.
Key sauntered down the hall, fresh from his shower, his strawberry flip-flops still wet as they clapped against the floor. He reached the front door of the dorm and turned the knob. It was locked. Key flung his hand to his hip in search of his keys, but grabbed nothing but the terrycloth of his towel.
No need to panic, Key thought to himself. Minho’s home, right? I’m sure he can pull his dick away from his anonymous trick long enough to open the door.
He adjusted his towel and delivered a firm knock.
No answer.
He knocked again, a little louder this time.
Again. Silence.
Key slammed his fist into the door with all the force he could muster, nearly breaking a nail in the process. “GODDAMMIT MINHO, YOU DIRTY SKANK! OPEN THIS DOOR RIGHT NOW!”
Not a peep.
Key kicked at the door in frustration. The hall was empty. Everyone else was out enjoying their Friday night. Jonghyun was off getting lucky with Jinki and wouldn’t be back until morning. And of course Buck was on his dream date probably eliminating his gag reflex. Key was locked out, naked, alone and pissed. He flung his body wash across the hallway.
Realizing that a naked tantrum would neither be cute nor kinky, Key calmed himself and hobbled over to pick up his body wash. He bent down and spied a fallen flyer on the ground.
“Fuck,” Key mumbled aloud. “Fuck, fuck fuck fuck fuck.”
Nichkhun eyed Wooyoung as he sat stiffly in his seat. The lights in the art gallery brightened again and the audience rose in a thunderous applause. Tiffany bowed gracefully, drying her unitard with a small towel.
Nichkhun cleared his throat. “Well, that was… interesting.”
“Yeah,” Wooyoung agreed. “Just… smile pretty and nod. It’s what I always do.”
Tiffany bounded toward them, huffing exhaustedly. “Hey guys! How’d you like the piece?!”
“You were awesome, Tiff!” Wooyoung gushed.
“Yeah!” Nichkhun chimed. “I especially liked the part where you dumped the bucket of mustard over your head. Really innovative.”
“Aw, thanks Nichkhun!” Tiffany smiled humbly. “You did get that I was making a point about the dearth of feminist perspective in socio-cultural discourse, right?”
“OH TOTALLY!”
“Duh,” Wooyoung added. “So obvious!”
Tiffany chuckled proudly. “So how’s the date going guys?”
“I think it’s going pretty well!” Nichkhun chirped.
Wooyoung pursed his lips and glanced at the floor. “Yeah… it’s… um…” he grabbed Tiffany by the wrist. “Nichkhun, do you mind if I talk to Tiffany for a moment? In private?”
“No, of course not! I’ll be over there if you need me. Pillaging the food platter.”
Wooyoung flashed a sympathetic smile and pulled Tiffany away to a corner.
Nichkhun ambled over to the food platter and proceeded to scarf down anything he could dip in hummus.
“Any good?” a deep voice intoned from behind.
Nichkhun spun around to see Minho grinning shyly at him.
“Minho? What are you doing here?”
“This art student, Donghae dragged me,” he smirked. “I figured it was better than listening to him talk. What are you doing here?”
“Oh, I have a kind of um… a date, actually.” Nichkhun bit into another hummus-soaked cracker.
Minho chuckled deeply, fixing his gaze squarely on Nichkhun’s lips.
Nichkhun’s breath hitched anxiously as he stared back at Minho. “Wh-what is it?”
“You,” Minho rasped. “You… have a little hummus on your mouth.”
“OH!” Nichkhun clamored to wipe the mess from his face.
Minho’s laughter only deepened. “Here, don’t worry. I got it.” He reached his hand up to Nichkhun’s cheek and grazed a gentle thumb over his top lip. Nichkhun twitched slightly as he watched Minho suck the excess hummus from his finger.
“Hmm…” he smiled. “This is pretty good.”
Wooyoung crept over to the pair and cleared his throat. “Sorry to interrupt, but… it’s getting late. Do you want to get out of here?”
“Oh! Wooyoung this is Minho,” Nichkhun tried to suppress his blush as he introduced the two. “He’s … my resident... he lives with Key and Jonghyun!”
“Nice to meet you, Minho” Wooyoung shook his hand coldly.
“Yeah, you too.” Minho grunted in response.
Nichkhun choked down another cracker.
“Anyway,” Wooyoung sniffed. “If you’re ready to go…”
“MMMFF MMKAY!” Nichkhun nodded with his mouth full. He sent Minho a quick wave and a friendly grin as he followed Wooyoung out of the building.
Key summoned every ounce of strength in his body and stifled what little pride he had left. He tapped a wavering knuckle against the door.
Jay swung it open and grinned. “Well, shit! And it ain’t even my birthday.” His eyes swept across Key’s frame, the terrycloth towel clinging firmly to his hips.
“Don’t get too excited, Jay,” Key clenched his jaw. “I’m only here because I’m desperate.”
“You ain’t gotta sweet talk me cutie.”
Key let out a frustrated groan and pushed his way into Jay’s dorm room. “Listen, I got locked out of my room okay? Now, can you contain your hormones long enough to help me out?”
“Aight, Aight… I got you boo,” Jay threw up his arms in a show of compliance and toddled over to his dresser to retrieve some clothes. “Here you go shorty,” he handed Key a pair of folded drop-crotch Roc a Wear jeans and an oversized white T-shirt.
Key examined the items in his hands as though they were coated in cow dung. “Jesus showtune-singing Christ!” he mumbled.
“Yo, if you don’t like the clothes that’s cool wit’ me,” He leaned back giving Key the once over. “Cause you are rockin’ the fuck outta that towel baby.”
Key rolled his eyes but smiled despite himself. “You’re a real trip, Jay.”
“Hey, look at that pretty smile,” Jay cooed. “Don’t act like you’re not feelin’ me. Not even a little bit?”
Key choked back a grin. “Listen, Jay don’t get me wrong. You’re a… tasty little dish and everything, grammar issues notwithstanding, but… I just don’t do short guys. Sorry!”
“Oh, so that’s it?” Jay bit his lip and strolled toward Key. “Baby, what I lack in height, I more than make up for in length.” He moved a little closer pressing a sturdy palm against Key’s bare hip. “…and girth.”
“Oh, please,” Key scoffed. “Like I haven’t heard that before.”
Jay snaked an arm around Key’s waist and quickly yanked their bodies together. Key let out a surprised yelp at the sudden jolt, but relaxed as he felt Jay’s hard-on pressing against his thigh.
“Well… um…perhaps, I have been a bit hasty in my assessment,” Key giggled nervously as Jay caressed light kisses against his neck. “Judge not lest ye be … and all that jazz…”
Jay raised his head from the crook of Key’s neck. “Yo, Tupac said that right?”
“Just, shut up Jay,” Key groused, crushing their mouths together in a frenzied kiss. The two tumbled backwards clumsily into the bed, Key kicking off his flip-flops along the way.
“So… here we are,” Wooyoung put the car in park as he pulled up to Nichkhun’s dorm.
“Yep… here we are,” Nichkhun breathed a nervous sigh and tapped his fingers against the dashboard. “So… do you want to… come up for a bit? Hang out? It’s still early…”
“Listen, Nichkhun,” Wooyoung interrupted. “You’re a really great guy. And maybe… under different circumstances this whole… thing could work out. But, as it stands it’s not a very good idea. You understand right?”
Nichkhun’s chest felt like it was caving in a little.
“I mean, you’re just out of the closet. Which is great! And you have that Minho guy…”
“Minho?! Is that what this is about?”
“No, no,” Wooyoung’s voice was gentle, but that did nothing to quell Nichkhun’s unease. “Listen, I know what it’s like to be fresh out of the closet, believe me. You go through guy after guy and it’s exciting and fun and adventurous. And that’s what you should be doing. Meeting guys like Minho and hooking up with random strangers. But, I’m looking for something a bit different. And it wouldn’t be fair of me to drag you into something you’re not ready for. Right?”
Nichkhun nodded quietly.
“Good,” Wooyoung curled his lips into a heartbreaking half-smile. “I’ll see you in class, then.”
Nichkhun gave another nod and clicked the car door open. He lifted his foot to step out, but quickly pulled himself back inside and slammed the door shut. “NO!”
“Wh-what?” Wooyoung stammered.
“No. You don’t get to do this,” Nichkhun turned toward Wooyoung in defiance. “We were having a great time tonight. You were having a great time tonight. You said so yourself!”
“I know but I…”
“NO! Do you have any idea how hard it was for me to summon the courage to even ask you out on this date?”
“Well.. okay, Nichkhun you didn’t exactly ask me…”
“WHATEVER! And after hopelessly pining for you for God knows how long!”
“Y-you pined for me…?”
“YES! Since like, last year! AND STOP INTERUPTING WOOYOUNG!”
Wooyoung bit back a small smile.
“Look, if you don’t like me that’s fine. I can accept that. But you don’t get to just break my heart because you’re scared and then tell me it’s for my own good, Goddammit!” Nichkhun paused to catch his breath.
Wooyoung looked up at him. “Okay, are you done now?”
“MAYBE!.... Yeah, I guess so!”
“Good,” Wooyoung nodded. “So that means I can kiss you now?”
“FINE!… Wait.. wh-wha…?” Nichkhun’s confusion was suddenly quieted by Wooyoung’s lips pressed softly against his own. He recovered from the shock quickly enough to respond in kind, gliding his mouth along Wooyoung’s smile, capturing every muffled giggle and every gasp of breath.
“Ugh,” Key grumbled as he tugged at the ill-fitting clothes on his body. “I look like an idiot.” He hitched up the excess cloth of Jay’s baggy jeans to prevent them from sliding to the ground.
Jay scrambled through the back of his closet in search of something.
“I’m gonna get out of here,” Key called out to him. “Hopefully Minho’s back from whatever ungodly place he slithered off to.”
“Wait! Before you go,” Jay tripped over to Key in his boxers. “I got something for you.” He pulled out a slightly worn fitted Yankees cap and slid it gently onto Key’s head. “There,” he said adjusting the cap. “Now you look fly.”
Key chuckled as Jay held his chin in his hands and pecked him sweetly on the lips.
“Listen, Jay… don’t get the wrong idea. This was a one time thing alright? And you can never ever breathe a word about it. TO ANYONE. This was a lapse in judgement that will never ever EVER happen again. Got it?!”
Jay bowed his head somberly but agreed anyway. “Fine, I got it… I get off work at five by the way.”
“…I’ll be over at five-thirty.”
Jay snorted and gave Key a playful slap on the butt on his way out.
Key skipped up the steps and down the hallway fingering the cap on his way back to his room.
He spied Jonghyun at the door fishing for his keys. “Jjong?! What are you doing back here already?”
“Long story,” Jonghyun groaned. “Suffice it to say, when your boyfriend’s a klutz, making sweet love by candlelight isn’t such a good idea.”
“Wait, a sec… boyfriend?”
“Yeah,” Jonghyun smiled. “He made it official on the way to the emergency room.”
“Aw, and who says romance is dead?”
“Nope, not dead. Just slightly charred,” Jonghyun wriggled a piece of burnt denim from his bag. “Kind of like your jeans. Sorry Key.”
Key choked back a scream as he gawked at the material.
“Oh my God, please don’t be mad I will buy you a new pair as soon as possible and… it looks like you could use it,” Jonghyun paused to stare at Key’s get up. “What in God’s name are you wearing by the way?!”
“Don’t start with me Jjong.”
“Hey guys,” Minho piped in from behind them.
Key jumped in shock. “Christ, Minho! What do you walk through walls now?!”
“Sorry. Why’s everybody standing in front of the door?” he studied Key’s outfit. “God, Key what the hell are you wearing?”
Key clenched his fist and readied his mouth for a severely expletive laden jeremiad, but was interrupted by the sound of off-key singing echoing through the halls.
Nichkhun danced along the hallway humming a verse from The Carpenters’ Close To You. “On the day that you were born the angels got together and decided to create a dream come truuuuue... Oh!” Nichkhun grinned as he acknowledged them. “Helloo, Jonghyun, Hellooo Key, Helooo again Minho!” he twirled his keys in his hand and hummed.
“Good evening, Buck. You’re extra… chipper tonight.”
“Yeah,” Jonghyun added. “I’m assuming the date went well.”
“You could say that,” Nichkhun giggled as he opened the door and twirled into his room humming. He poked his head out before closing the door. “By the way, Key I am loving the new look!” he gave an approving thumbs up and closed the door behind him.
“Woah.”
“I know right?” Key gasped. “The Carpenters? Wooyoung’s dick must be HUGE!”
Jonghyun laughed. “Or he has a very talented tongue!”
“Or both!” Key chuckled and looked over at Minho who was standing with his keys poised above the lock, staring somberly at Nichkhun’s door. “What the fuck are you gawking at Minho? Open the damn door!”
“Yeah, sorry,” Minho grumbled, shaking his head. “Listen, do you guys mind keeping it down a bit? It’s… kind of been a long night.”
“Fine, you grumpy gus,” Key mocked. “You need to get some of what Nichkhun’s having.”
Minho gave a sober nod and crept into his room.
Jonghyun and Key bounced into theirs filling the entire floor with shrieking laughter as Jonghyun relayed the details of his incendiary date night.
And across the hallway, Nichkhun and Wooyoung chatted on the phone about everything and nothing in particular, trading stories and corny quips until daybreak.
End of Chapter 4
Pairing(s)/Characters: Friendship! JongKey, KhunYoung, Nichkhun/Minho, Onew, Jay/Key, Tiffany
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Crack, College AU, Romance
Summary: DATE NIGHT! Wooyoung and Nichkhun have their first date! And everything goes swimmingly, that is of course until the entire thing goes down the crapper. Jonghyun ditches Key to have a special night with Jinki. Key gets into a bit of a jam. Jay tries to lay the mack down. And Minho, well... Minho's just doing what he does best.
A/N: Another uber-late update. I know I'm a terrible fic-writer and I should be spanked. But in my defense, I think this fic is cursed. I mean I was going to write it last weekend but, then my freaking fandom imploded ;_;. Then, I finished it last night, read it over and realized that I might as well have taken a fat dump on my computer screen and clicked save. So I stayed up all night tonight and rewrote it. Because we here at shamelessfics strive to bring you only the most crap-tacular fiction! Money back guaranteed!
It's the longest chapter thus far, lots of stuff going on here, I really hope it's not confusing. I cannot stress this enough. Con-crit, suggestions, helpful feedback of any kind (anonymous or otherwise) is very much encouraged. In other words: HELP ME!
Nichkhun sat at his desk, highlighter poised cautiously over his notes. Careful not to cause the ink to bleed or smudge, he pressed the marker down, streaming a firm line over the desired text. Slowly, carefully…
BOOM!
Nichkhun jumped up, startled and looked toward his door to see Key and Jonghyun barreling into his room, toting small shopping bags.
“Hiyah Buck!” Key sing-songed. “Wutcha doooing?”
Nichkhun looked down at the messy swirl of highlighter ink scrawled across his notebook. “Well I was studying, but…”
“Oh, so sorry to interrupt,” Key placed a faux-apologetic palm over his heart. “As you know, Jjong and I believe education to be of the utmost importance. Which is why we brought these!” As though on cue, Jonghyun and Key reached into their bags, retrieving two large, neon pink dildos.
Nichkhun gawked at them, mortified. “Yyyyeah… I don’t think I… take that class.”
“Ha-Ha… very funny, Buck.”
“Relax,” Jonghyun chuckled. “We know your date’s tomorrow, so Key and I came over to give you a few pointers.”
“That’s very… um… kind of you guys,” Nichkhun reassured. “But, it’s our first date. And, besides, I’ve taken Sex Ed before.”
“Oh yeah?” Key gestured dismissively with the dildo. “Do you know how to put on a condom...?”
“Actually, yes I…”
“… with your tongue?” Key grinned, waving the dildo proudly in his hand.
Nichkhun glared at them intently for a moment. “… okay, teach me.”
“All in due time,” Jonghyun patted Nichkhun on the shoulder and took a seat. “First thing’s first. What are you wearing?”
“Well, I have a few options actually. I was thinking my Khaki pants with-“
“NOPE!” Key interrupted.
“Okay then, my sweater vest with the-“
“NOPE!”
“Alright, then how about my…”
“NOPE!”
“I didn’t even say anything!”
“I’ve seen your wardrobe, Buck. It’s all bad.”
Nichkhun breathed a defeated sigh. “Fine, then what do you suggest?”
“SHOPPING TRIP!” Jonghyun and Key squealed in unison, wriggling the dildos cheerily in their fists.
“Tomorrow,” Key demanded. “Four o’clock. Barney’s. Be there or be square…er.” he pointed the rubber phallus against Nichkhun’s nose in warning.
Nichkhun’s door swung open again. “Yo, Khun I…” There stood Jay, a bemused grin planted across his face as he took in the scene before him. “Damn, son. Y’all party hard on this floor.”
“God, doesn’t anyone in this dorm know how to knock?” Nichkhun pushed the dildo away from his face and got up to close his door.
“My bad, homes. I was just seeing if I could post some flyers. Tryna get my tutoring business off the ground, know what I’m sayin’?”
Nichkhun took the flyers from Jay’s hand and read aloud. “’Jay Park: Ballin’ Ass Physics Tutor. Room 425’… eh… ok Jay, sure.”
“So you tutor physics huh?” Key crossed his arms incredulously.
“Yeah, boo,” Jay smirked inching a bit closer to Key. “Gotta make that paper. Just need a little cutie to spend it on, y’know?”
Jonghyun failed to stifle a snicker.
“Yeah, well. Good luck with that.” Key sneered.
Jay leaned back coolly and grinned. “Yo, I’m saying shorty. When you gon’ let me holla?”
“Jay, I’m never going to let you ‘holler’,” Key rolled his eyes. “And you’re the last person who should be calling anyone shorty.”
Jay bit his lip in apparent amusement. “Aight, y’all I gotta be out,” he pounded his knuckles against Nichkhun’s, who jerked his fist back in pain. Jay turned toward Key and winked. “Later, cutie,” he rasped and strolled out of the door.
“Ugh,” Key groused.
“What?!” Jonghyun giggled. “I think he’s kind of a hunk.”
“Yeah, you would. I on the other hand, have taste. Now, onto more pressing matters.” Key turned his attention to Nichkhun, who jerked up from his seat at the desk, dildo in hand and a condom flapping limply from his mouth.
“What?” he shrieked spitting out the condom. “I thought I’d … get a head start!”
The next day, Jonghyun, Key and Nichkhun stood in line for the dressing room, piles of clothing stacked heavily in their arms. Nichkhun spied an open room and toddled inside. Jonghyun and Key followed swiftly behind him, shoving their bodies into the tiny space as well.
Nichkhun spun around in shock, “Hello? A little privacy here?”
“Oh, please, Buck,” Key grumbled. “There’s nothing you can show us that we he haven’t seen before.”
“Yeah, well isn’t this a little to close for comfort?”
“Oh come on Nichkhun, we’re just here to help,” Jonghyun reasoned. “And besides, we’re all mature adults here.”
Nichkhun glared at them curiously, but figured there was no point in arguing. “Fine, but… I’m turning around.” He tucked himself into a corner and slowly pulled down his pants.
“WOOHOO! OW!” Jonghyun and Key broke into a fit of exaggerated hoots and giggles.
Nichkhun quickly pulled his pants back up. “OKAY, OUT!” he screamed, jostling the tittering pair through the door.
“Aw, you’re no fun!” Key teased. He turned his attention to Jonghyun. “So, while Barbie’s on her dream-date tonight, what do you say you and I go clubbing?”
“Oh shit, Key, I can’t. Remember? Jinki and I have a special evening planned.”
“Ugh, fine go get your rocks off,” Key sighed. “I’ll just sit home… on a Friday night… by my lonesome…again. At least I’ve got my knitting.”
Jonghyun gave Key a sympathetic squeeze. “I’m sorry Key. But you won’t be by your lonesome, Minho’ll be there!”
“Yeah,” Key snorted. “Probably fucking the brains out of another nameless older man.”
“Huh?” Nichkhun poked his head up over the dressing room door. “What about Minho?”
“And why do you care, Buck?”
“Yeah,” Jonghyun chimed. “You’ve got your fantasy date with Wooyoung!”
“I don’t care,” Nichkhun whined. “I was… just… um… 500 DOLLARS! FOR PANTS?! I thought you said these were on sale!”
“They are on sale,” Jonghyun responded.
“Beauty ain’t cheap, Buck!”
Nichkhun stepped slowly out of the dressing room, shifting uncomfortably in the new clothes. “So? What do you think?”
Key and Jonghyun gasped, placing their hands over their mouths in disbelief.
“What?” Nichkhun asked nervously. “That bad?”
“No, No…” Jonghyun whispered, “Nichkhun, you’re… beautiful!”
“Really?” Nichkhun examined himself in the mirror. He marveled at the crisp, white button-down shirt and stone slacks that seemed to fall perfectly over his frame. It was a far cry from the geek in the Khakis and soccer-mom sweater that he saw a mere moment ago. “Wow, I really am beautiful.”
“Like a young Audrey Hepburn,” Key whimpered.
“Wooyoung’s going to drop dead when he sees you.”
“Thanks, Jonghyun,” Nichkhun beamed. “Key, are you… are you crying?”
“N-no,” Key choked, wiping a tear from his eye. “I just… your butt looks so pert! E- excuse me, I have to go find some belts!” He ran toward the accessories aisle, muffling his tiny sobs along the way.
“Would you hold still, Buck?” Key scolded, smoothing product through Nichkhun’s bangs for the twelfth time that hour. “God, you’d think I was giving you an enema instead of a makeover! Ooh! That reminds me… did you … you know… clear the pipes?”
“I don’t need to clear any pipes, Key!” Nichkhun huffed swatting Key’s hand away.
“You sure about that Buck? Cause, nothing kills the romance like a shitty dick.”
“That’s for sure,” Jonghyun muttered under his breath. Key and Nichkhun fed him a quizzical glare. “… Or so I’ve heard!”
“For the last time, guys, it’s our first date. My first date! We’re going to eat some Italian food, watch some performance art, talk a little bit and then go home. That’s it!”
“That’s it?” Jonghyun teased. “Not even a little good-night kiss?”
Nichkhun blushed. “Maybe… hopefully. God I hope so!”
“Aw, how sweet!” Key grinned taking Nichkhun’s face into his hands. “But just in case, I put a condom and a small packet of lube in your jacket pocket. And remember, NO TEETH… unless he asks.”
“Wow, Key!” Jonghyun exclaimed. “You’re the coolest mom ever!”
Key opened his mouth to retaliate, but was interrupted by a knock at the door.
“That’s him!” Nichkhun gasped.
Key leapt up to smooth a non-existent wrinkle from Nichkhun’s shirt as he strode to open the door. Nichkhun turned the knob and gulped as he took in the sight of Wooyoung in the doorway.
“Wow,” Nichkhun muttered instinctively.
“Wow, yourself!” Wooyoung chuckled. “Can I… come in?”
“Oh, yeah, of course!” Nichkhun led him inside. “You remember Jonghyun and Key.”
“Oh yeah! Hey guys!” Wooyoung waved nervously.
Key and Jonghyun stood huddled together by Nichkhun’s desk, gazing dreamily at the pair. “Hii-ii!” they chanted in response.
Wooyoung raked his fingers through his hair, admiring Nichkhun’s transformation. “Wow, you really clean up well. I mean, you look… incredible.”
“Oh, um…thanks,” Nichkhun stammered. “You… you look amazing. Well, you always look… amazing.” Nichkhun breathed a nervous laugh as Wooyoung smiled back at the compliment.
CLICK!
The two started at the sound and the sudden flash lighting up their periphery. They turned in shock to see Key lowering a small digital camera from his face.
“Oh, I’m sorry” Key murmured. “Was… that not appropriate?”
Jonghyun tugged him by the arm. “Well, I think it’s time for us to go. You boys have a lovely evening.”
“Yes, a lovely evening,” Key gushed as Jonghyun dragged him into the hallway. “NO TEETH!” he made sure to whisper to Nichkhun on the way out.
Nichkhun shut the door behind them and glanced nervously at Wooyoung. “Sorry about that. Oh, I almost forgot!” he rushed over to his closet and pulled out a fresh bouquet of Gardenias. “For you.”
“Oh! Flowers… um… thanks?” Wooyoung fumbled awkwardly with the bouquet. “They’ll go great with my dress.”
“Oh, God I didn’t mean to… I’m sorry.”
“No, no,” Wooyoung chuckled. “That’s very sweet of you. Although, I think we should leave them in the car so we don’t get gay-bashed on the way to the restaurant.”
Nichkhun laughed, nodding shakily in agreement. “I’m sorry. I’m a little nervous. First date jitters…”
“Don’t be, we’ll just… take it slow okay?” Wooyoung reached forward, slipping a reassuring hand into Nichkhun’s palm, he clasped his hand tightly and smiled. “Still nervous?”
Nichkhun looked up him wide-eyed and exhaled. “Nervous about what?”
Jonghyun shifted and twirled, examining his appearance in the full-length mirror. “Hair?” he inquired.
Key glanced up from his issue of Nylon. “Perfect.”
“Lips?”
“Better than Angelina’s”
“Ass?”
“To die for.”
“Awesome,” Jonghyun gave his backside a quick pat. “Shit, I’m going to be late. Are you sure you’ll be alright on your own?”
“Don’t worry about me, Jjong. I’ve got a hot shower and a stack of Joan Crawford movies in my immediate future.”
Jonghyun skipped over to Key’s bed and planted a reassuring kiss on his cheek. “I love you dearly, I promise to make this up to you tomorrow.”
Key waved him away. “Yeah, yeah. Just make sure you don’t get any mysterious stains on my good jeans.”
“With any luck, I’ll be out of them in no time.” Jonghyun gave his hair a final tousle and bounded out of the room. “Don’t wait up!” he called out before shutting the door behind him.
Key flipped mindlessly through the pages of his magazine before slamming it shut in defeat. He huffed, turning over in his bed. So this is what had become of the great Kim Kibum. Alone, bored to tears on a Friday night, nothing but the rattle of his radiator to occupy him. Could this get any worse?
His thoughts were suddenly and rudely interrupted by the rhythmic thuds echoing from Minho’s room. Key inched closer to the wall to inspect it. A muffled, disembodied moan reverberated in his ear. Oh, God no. Key thought.
“Oh, God, Yes…”
Key backed away but the sounds only got louder.
“Oh, Minho! Yes! YYEESS!”
“YAH!” Key warned, knocking his fist against the wall.
“OOOH! OH GOD MINHO! RIGHT THERE! RIGHT THERE!”
Key covered his ears and cursed God. The moans were louder now, and utterly unbearable. It was bad enough that he was home alone on a Friday night and not getting any, but to be forced to listen to Minho pounding away at some shrieking anonymous Senior?
“OH YES! DEEPER MINHO!”
Key figured it was about time to get to that shower. He quickly divested himself of his pajamas, swooping a towel around his waist. He slipped into his flip-flops, grabbing his body wash and loofah.
“DON’T STOP MINHO! DON’T STOP!”
The moans grew even louder, and Key swore he could hear the faint clap of an ass-slap between groans. It was definitely time for that shower. He shielded his ears and screeched, hurrying out to the hall bathroom in a panic.
The date, thus far had gone beyond smoothly. Perhaps it was the wine or the new wardrobe but somehow Nichkhun found himself conversing with ease and confidence. He was damn near bordering on charming if he said so himself. Nichkhun laughed heartily, his mouth still full of stuffed artichoke, as Wooyoung relayed his story about his disastrous first kiss.
“… so then, she just like, lunged at me and scraped her teeth against mine. Don’t ask me where she learned that. And eventually our braces got hooked onto one another and Tiffany had to pry us apart with her father’s wrench.”
Nichkhun dissolved into a fit of giggles.
“And that’s when I knew I would never kiss another girl again,” Wooyoung took a sip of his wine. “So, what about you? How was your first kiss?”
“Well, mine wasn’t nearly as hot as yours of course,” Nichhkhun joked. “You should send that story to Penthouse by the way.”
“I’ll keep that in mind.”
“Her name was Yoona. She was the most popular girl in our sixth grade class and someone paid her five bucks to kiss the kid who smelled like mothballs. Me.” Nichkhun pouted in exaggerated shame.
“Oh that’s so sad.” Wooyoung chuckled despite himself.
Nichkhun bit back a smirk. “Anyway, she did it. In front of the whole cafeteria. I couldn’t get her glitter lip-gloss off of my face for three days straight.”
“What a trashy whore,” Wooyoung gasped. “ I’ll have you know, I only wear my glitter lip-gloss on very special occasions.”
“You’re so old-fashioned.”
Nichkhun and Wooyoung glanced at each other between giggles. A pregnant pause flickered in their gazes before Wooyoung spoke up again.
“Alright, I’m just going to say this and hope I don’t jinx things,” he took a breath. “I’m having a really good time tonight.”
Nichkhun tried to hide his blush behind the wine glass. “Yeah, me too.”
“It’s been like, a year since I’ve gone on a date,” Wooyoung took a nervous sip. “To be honest, I sort of swore off men.”
“Another braces incident?”
Wooyoung chuckled. “No, no nothing like that. I just sort of have a thing for picking the wrong guys.”
Nichkhun bit his lip, unsure of how to respond.
“So, anyway. Back to first kisses,” Wooyoung clasped his hands under his chin in curiosity. “When was your first real kiss, you know, with a boy?”
“Not too long ago actually.”
“How long ago is that?” Wooyoung lifted his glass to take a sip of wine.
“Honestly…?” Nichkhun gulped down his hesitation. “About two weeks ago.”
Wooyoung coughed, nearly choking on his wine. “Oh my god!”
“Are you okay?” Nichkhun reached over to fan away Wooyoung’s coughing fit.
“Yeah, yeah I’m fine I just…” Wooyoung swallowed hard. “How long have you been out?”
“Oh, I’ve been out for a while now!”
“Oh, okay!” Wooyoung breathed a bit, relaxing in his chair.
“Yeah,” Nichkhun continued. “I’ve been out since like, the beginning of the semester!”
Wooyoung broke into another coughing fit. “Sweet Jesus!” Wooyoung exclaimed between hacks. “What is that like… a month?!”
“Yeah… I guess so,” Nichkhun nodded innocently. “Wow, time really flies doesn’t it?”
Nichkhun chomped happily on his artichoke.
Wooyoung guzzled his glass of water at an alarming speed, all the while keeping an eye on the emergency exit.
Key sauntered down the hall, fresh from his shower, his strawberry flip-flops still wet as they clapped against the floor. He reached the front door of the dorm and turned the knob. It was locked. Key flung his hand to his hip in search of his keys, but grabbed nothing but the terrycloth of his towel.
No need to panic, Key thought to himself. Minho’s home, right? I’m sure he can pull his dick away from his anonymous trick long enough to open the door.
He adjusted his towel and delivered a firm knock.
No answer.
He knocked again, a little louder this time.
Again. Silence.
Key slammed his fist into the door with all the force he could muster, nearly breaking a nail in the process. “GODDAMMIT MINHO, YOU DIRTY SKANK! OPEN THIS DOOR RIGHT NOW!”
Not a peep.
Key kicked at the door in frustration. The hall was empty. Everyone else was out enjoying their Friday night. Jonghyun was off getting lucky with Jinki and wouldn’t be back until morning. And of course Buck was on his dream date probably eliminating his gag reflex. Key was locked out, naked, alone and pissed. He flung his body wash across the hallway.
Realizing that a naked tantrum would neither be cute nor kinky, Key calmed himself and hobbled over to pick up his body wash. He bent down and spied a fallen flyer on the ground.
“Fuck,” Key mumbled aloud. “Fuck, fuck fuck fuck fuck.”
Nichkhun eyed Wooyoung as he sat stiffly in his seat. The lights in the art gallery brightened again and the audience rose in a thunderous applause. Tiffany bowed gracefully, drying her unitard with a small towel.
Nichkhun cleared his throat. “Well, that was… interesting.”
“Yeah,” Wooyoung agreed. “Just… smile pretty and nod. It’s what I always do.”
Tiffany bounded toward them, huffing exhaustedly. “Hey guys! How’d you like the piece?!”
“You were awesome, Tiff!” Wooyoung gushed.
“Yeah!” Nichkhun chimed. “I especially liked the part where you dumped the bucket of mustard over your head. Really innovative.”
“Aw, thanks Nichkhun!” Tiffany smiled humbly. “You did get that I was making a point about the dearth of feminist perspective in socio-cultural discourse, right?”
“OH TOTALLY!”
“Duh,” Wooyoung added. “So obvious!”
Tiffany chuckled proudly. “So how’s the date going guys?”
“I think it’s going pretty well!” Nichkhun chirped.
Wooyoung pursed his lips and glanced at the floor. “Yeah… it’s… um…” he grabbed Tiffany by the wrist. “Nichkhun, do you mind if I talk to Tiffany for a moment? In private?”
“No, of course not! I’ll be over there if you need me. Pillaging the food platter.”
Wooyoung flashed a sympathetic smile and pulled Tiffany away to a corner.
Nichkhun ambled over to the food platter and proceeded to scarf down anything he could dip in hummus.
“Any good?” a deep voice intoned from behind.
Nichkhun spun around to see Minho grinning shyly at him.
“Minho? What are you doing here?”
“This art student, Donghae dragged me,” he smirked. “I figured it was better than listening to him talk. What are you doing here?”
“Oh, I have a kind of um… a date, actually.” Nichkhun bit into another hummus-soaked cracker.
Minho chuckled deeply, fixing his gaze squarely on Nichkhun’s lips.
Nichkhun’s breath hitched anxiously as he stared back at Minho. “Wh-what is it?”
“You,” Minho rasped. “You… have a little hummus on your mouth.”
“OH!” Nichkhun clamored to wipe the mess from his face.
Minho’s laughter only deepened. “Here, don’t worry. I got it.” He reached his hand up to Nichkhun’s cheek and grazed a gentle thumb over his top lip. Nichkhun twitched slightly as he watched Minho suck the excess hummus from his finger.
“Hmm…” he smiled. “This is pretty good.”
Wooyoung crept over to the pair and cleared his throat. “Sorry to interrupt, but… it’s getting late. Do you want to get out of here?”
“Oh! Wooyoung this is Minho,” Nichkhun tried to suppress his blush as he introduced the two. “He’s … my resident... he lives with Key and Jonghyun!”
“Nice to meet you, Minho” Wooyoung shook his hand coldly.
“Yeah, you too.” Minho grunted in response.
Nichkhun choked down another cracker.
“Anyway,” Wooyoung sniffed. “If you’re ready to go…”
“MMMFF MMKAY!” Nichkhun nodded with his mouth full. He sent Minho a quick wave and a friendly grin as he followed Wooyoung out of the building.
Key summoned every ounce of strength in his body and stifled what little pride he had left. He tapped a wavering knuckle against the door.
Jay swung it open and grinned. “Well, shit! And it ain’t even my birthday.” His eyes swept across Key’s frame, the terrycloth towel clinging firmly to his hips.
“Don’t get too excited, Jay,” Key clenched his jaw. “I’m only here because I’m desperate.”
“You ain’t gotta sweet talk me cutie.”
Key let out a frustrated groan and pushed his way into Jay’s dorm room. “Listen, I got locked out of my room okay? Now, can you contain your hormones long enough to help me out?”
“Aight, Aight… I got you boo,” Jay threw up his arms in a show of compliance and toddled over to his dresser to retrieve some clothes. “Here you go shorty,” he handed Key a pair of folded drop-crotch Roc a Wear jeans and an oversized white T-shirt.
Key examined the items in his hands as though they were coated in cow dung. “Jesus showtune-singing Christ!” he mumbled.
“Yo, if you don’t like the clothes that’s cool wit’ me,” He leaned back giving Key the once over. “Cause you are rockin’ the fuck outta that towel baby.”
Key rolled his eyes but smiled despite himself. “You’re a real trip, Jay.”
“Hey, look at that pretty smile,” Jay cooed. “Don’t act like you’re not feelin’ me. Not even a little bit?”
Key choked back a grin. “Listen, Jay don’t get me wrong. You’re a… tasty little dish and everything, grammar issues notwithstanding, but… I just don’t do short guys. Sorry!”
“Oh, so that’s it?” Jay bit his lip and strolled toward Key. “Baby, what I lack in height, I more than make up for in length.” He moved a little closer pressing a sturdy palm against Key’s bare hip. “…and girth.”
“Oh, please,” Key scoffed. “Like I haven’t heard that before.”
Jay snaked an arm around Key’s waist and quickly yanked their bodies together. Key let out a surprised yelp at the sudden jolt, but relaxed as he felt Jay’s hard-on pressing against his thigh.
“Well… um…perhaps, I have been a bit hasty in my assessment,” Key giggled nervously as Jay caressed light kisses against his neck. “Judge not lest ye be … and all that jazz…”
Jay raised his head from the crook of Key’s neck. “Yo, Tupac said that right?”
“Just, shut up Jay,” Key groused, crushing their mouths together in a frenzied kiss. The two tumbled backwards clumsily into the bed, Key kicking off his flip-flops along the way.
“So… here we are,” Wooyoung put the car in park as he pulled up to Nichkhun’s dorm.
“Yep… here we are,” Nichkhun breathed a nervous sigh and tapped his fingers against the dashboard. “So… do you want to… come up for a bit? Hang out? It’s still early…”
“Listen, Nichkhun,” Wooyoung interrupted. “You’re a really great guy. And maybe… under different circumstances this whole… thing could work out. But, as it stands it’s not a very good idea. You understand right?”
Nichkhun’s chest felt like it was caving in a little.
“I mean, you’re just out of the closet. Which is great! And you have that Minho guy…”
“Minho?! Is that what this is about?”
“No, no,” Wooyoung’s voice was gentle, but that did nothing to quell Nichkhun’s unease. “Listen, I know what it’s like to be fresh out of the closet, believe me. You go through guy after guy and it’s exciting and fun and adventurous. And that’s what you should be doing. Meeting guys like Minho and hooking up with random strangers. But, I’m looking for something a bit different. And it wouldn’t be fair of me to drag you into something you’re not ready for. Right?”
Nichkhun nodded quietly.
“Good,” Wooyoung curled his lips into a heartbreaking half-smile. “I’ll see you in class, then.”
Nichkhun gave another nod and clicked the car door open. He lifted his foot to step out, but quickly pulled himself back inside and slammed the door shut. “NO!”
“Wh-what?” Wooyoung stammered.
“No. You don’t get to do this,” Nichkhun turned toward Wooyoung in defiance. “We were having a great time tonight. You were having a great time tonight. You said so yourself!”
“I know but I…”
“NO! Do you have any idea how hard it was for me to summon the courage to even ask you out on this date?”
“Well.. okay, Nichkhun you didn’t exactly ask me…”
“WHATEVER! And after hopelessly pining for you for God knows how long!”
“Y-you pined for me…?”
“YES! Since like, last year! AND STOP INTERUPTING WOOYOUNG!”
Wooyoung bit back a small smile.
“Look, if you don’t like me that’s fine. I can accept that. But you don’t get to just break my heart because you’re scared and then tell me it’s for my own good, Goddammit!” Nichkhun paused to catch his breath.
Wooyoung looked up at him. “Okay, are you done now?”
“MAYBE!.... Yeah, I guess so!”
“Good,” Wooyoung nodded. “So that means I can kiss you now?”
“FINE!… Wait.. wh-wha…?” Nichkhun’s confusion was suddenly quieted by Wooyoung’s lips pressed softly against his own. He recovered from the shock quickly enough to respond in kind, gliding his mouth along Wooyoung’s smile, capturing every muffled giggle and every gasp of breath.
“Ugh,” Key grumbled as he tugged at the ill-fitting clothes on his body. “I look like an idiot.” He hitched up the excess cloth of Jay’s baggy jeans to prevent them from sliding to the ground.
Jay scrambled through the back of his closet in search of something.
“I’m gonna get out of here,” Key called out to him. “Hopefully Minho’s back from whatever ungodly place he slithered off to.”
“Wait! Before you go,” Jay tripped over to Key in his boxers. “I got something for you.” He pulled out a slightly worn fitted Yankees cap and slid it gently onto Key’s head. “There,” he said adjusting the cap. “Now you look fly.”
Key chuckled as Jay held his chin in his hands and pecked him sweetly on the lips.
“Listen, Jay… don’t get the wrong idea. This was a one time thing alright? And you can never ever breathe a word about it. TO ANYONE. This was a lapse in judgement that will never ever EVER happen again. Got it?!”
Jay bowed his head somberly but agreed anyway. “Fine, I got it… I get off work at five by the way.”
“…I’ll be over at five-thirty.”
Jay snorted and gave Key a playful slap on the butt on his way out.
Key skipped up the steps and down the hallway fingering the cap on his way back to his room.
He spied Jonghyun at the door fishing for his keys. “Jjong?! What are you doing back here already?”
“Long story,” Jonghyun groaned. “Suffice it to say, when your boyfriend’s a klutz, making sweet love by candlelight isn’t such a good idea.”
“Wait, a sec… boyfriend?”
“Yeah,” Jonghyun smiled. “He made it official on the way to the emergency room.”
“Aw, and who says romance is dead?”
“Nope, not dead. Just slightly charred,” Jonghyun wriggled a piece of burnt denim from his bag. “Kind of like your jeans. Sorry Key.”
Key choked back a scream as he gawked at the material.
“Oh my God, please don’t be mad I will buy you a new pair as soon as possible and… it looks like you could use it,” Jonghyun paused to stare at Key’s get up. “What in God’s name are you wearing by the way?!”
“Don’t start with me Jjong.”
“Hey guys,” Minho piped in from behind them.
Key jumped in shock. “Christ, Minho! What do you walk through walls now?!”
“Sorry. Why’s everybody standing in front of the door?” he studied Key’s outfit. “God, Key what the hell are you wearing?”
Key clenched his fist and readied his mouth for a severely expletive laden jeremiad, but was interrupted by the sound of off-key singing echoing through the halls.
Nichkhun danced along the hallway humming a verse from The Carpenters’ Close To You. “On the day that you were born the angels got together and decided to create a dream come truuuuue... Oh!” Nichkhun grinned as he acknowledged them. “Helloo, Jonghyun, Hellooo Key, Helooo again Minho!” he twirled his keys in his hand and hummed.
“Good evening, Buck. You’re extra… chipper tonight.”
“Yeah,” Jonghyun added. “I’m assuming the date went well.”
“You could say that,” Nichkhun giggled as he opened the door and twirled into his room humming. He poked his head out before closing the door. “By the way, Key I am loving the new look!” he gave an approving thumbs up and closed the door behind him.
“Woah.”
“I know right?” Key gasped. “The Carpenters? Wooyoung’s dick must be HUGE!”
Jonghyun laughed. “Or he has a very talented tongue!”
“Or both!” Key chuckled and looked over at Minho who was standing with his keys poised above the lock, staring somberly at Nichkhun’s door. “What the fuck are you gawking at Minho? Open the damn door!”
“Yeah, sorry,” Minho grumbled, shaking his head. “Listen, do you guys mind keeping it down a bit? It’s… kind of been a long night.”
“Fine, you grumpy gus,” Key mocked. “You need to get some of what Nichkhun’s having.”
Minho gave a sober nod and crept into his room.
Jonghyun and Key bounced into theirs filling the entire floor with shrieking laughter as Jonghyun relayed the details of his incendiary date night.
And across the hallway, Nichkhun and Wooyoung chatted on the phone about everything and nothing in particular, trading stories and corny quips until daybreak.
End of Chapter 4