Of kisses, bets & take-outs
Title: Of kisses, bets & take-outs
Author: moi
Pairing: JongKey
Genre: Romance
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I might not own them, but they do own me *nods*
Summary: They've always shared a few glances more than necessary, always let fingers linger a second more than necessary, but that doesn't stop Kibum from being mildly surprised when Jonghyun's lips lock with his for the briefest of moments.
A/N: I was supposed to write some more EunHae but my Key Muse was bitching in the corner so. Yeah. Hope you enjoy♥
They've always shared a few glances more than necessary, always let fingers linger a second more than necessary, but that doesn't stop Kibum from being mildly surprised when Jonghyun's lips lock with his for the briefest of moments.
It's late at night -late according to Onew, at least- and Kibum's on his bed, lying on his side. The shower is on, somewhere in the background, and muffled whispers can be heard from the kitchen, accompanied by the sound of dishes being stacked together. The only thing the boy can really feel, though, is his best friend's mouth on his.
Jonghyun takes a second to draw back and stare at him for a little, and then leans in once more. The kiss itself isn't really spectacular, to be honest; after recording a variety show and two hours of practice, nothing can be spectacular. What feels good, however, is the palm over Kibum's cheek. There's this warm feeling spreading inside him, quite unexplainable but pleasant in its complexity, and before he can even emit the slightest hum of approval, all contact is lost. His eyes shoot open.
The older boy looks more conscious now, almost as if he just sobered up after a night of drinking. "I better go back," he says, gesturing towards his bed on the other side of the room.
"You- Yeah, you do that," Kibum nods frantically, trying to catch Jonghyun's eyes for a bit, but giving up soon after. The bunk creaks and shakes slightly as Jonghyun hops off it.
Kibum turns the other way around, facing the wall, and it's not long after that until feet shuffle into the room, beds filling up.
He sleeps with that tingling sensation on his lips.
------
The next day, and even the ones after that, they're not particularly awkward. "Particularly" being the key-word here.
It's not like they do a 180° every time they catch sight of each other, but things aren't quite peachy either. The guys don't notice, though, and so does Kibum try to do.
It's Saturday, "Take-out night, my turn to serve!", as Taemin enthusiastically stated a few minutes back, and they all get together in the living room; they have scheduled a Spiderman marathon, despite Minho's cries to just watch Jumper instead. Kibum pauses momentarily, eyes scanning for available spots. The couch is already occupied, Jonghyun and Taemin already there, with Minho resting his back against the coffee table, facing the TV.
"Jinki?" Kibum asks as he walks in, passing by Taemin and sitting Indian-style in front of Jonghyun, between the couch and the table.
"Bathroom," the youngest replies and hands him his meal. "There," he smiles.
Kibum bows his head slightly and fully turns around, watching as Minho pops the DVD in the player.
A couple of minutes later, they're all set, movie menu flashing, lights off and hands all too eager, fumbling with their packaged deliveries.
Something smells wrong. Kibum scrunches up his nose and a knee randomly bumps against his shoulder. "This is not mine," he mumbles. "It's got extra spice."
"Oh it's you that got it?" Jonghyun asks from behind him, sounding surprised, and the other simply wants to slap him for being so casual.
He turns around to face him.
("This is going to take long," Onew suggests quietly.
"God, I know," Minho responds and pushes the pause button.)
His eyes and brain take a while to adjust to the view displayed to him, but he catches up. "Yeah, me."
"So I guess I have yours."
"True."
"Swap?"
"Okay," he's a little numb.
Taemin is watching them, glint in his eyes, and as Kibum looks at him, the younger's hands motion towards Jonghyun. It's like a kindergartener motivating a 5-year-old, and the irony is tragic.
The exchange takes place a little after that, leaving Key frustrated and a certain dancer grinning.
Taemin couldn't have done anything on purpose. Taemin is a child.
------
"Hyung?" Taemin asks the next morning, mouth practically full of cereal.
"Hm?" Kibum smiles, despite the smell of danger coming up. The boy can be seriously freaky sometimes. He can find a spot to hit and suck all the information straight out of you.
"Don't worry about it," he says with cryptic eyes, bowl in his left hand and spoon on his right one, as he stands up.
Kibum pauses, a slice of bread in between his fingers; sandwiches can wait. "...About what?" Stepping on thin ice.
Taemin studies him. "You know, him," he replies and takes another mouthful.
His eyes slowly trail towards the other. "What about him?" Two can play the game, or so Kibum thinks.
"You're getting too worked up over what happened," he nods to his own words. "It's obvious."
"It is?" he asks with surprise, eyebrows rising. When Taemin smiles wide, he knows he has done something wrong. "I mean," he coughs. "Why would you say that," he tries resuming his previous task. Play it cool, Key, play it cool.
"Because you've been tapping your fingers against every available surface," he almost smirks, but his face falls into a serious expression a second after that. "What he did was kinda cruel," he presses his lips into a thin line, feigning sympathy.
Kibum falls for it and sighs. "It wasn't actually the kiss that did it rather than..." he whispers, but trails off when Taemin's features get devilish, grin on his mouth and eyes slant.
"So you did kiss!" he yells victoriously and Kibum prays to God that no one else heard. He watches in defeat as Jinki appears at the door, lips in a pout and arms crossed over his chest.
Taemin winks at the oldest. "Just so you know, you so lost that bet."
Even a child can be dangerous.
------
The next time Kibum opens his eyes, he can only see stark black. His breath hits something solid and returns back to his face; his body feels restricted.
Before he can even take a moment to recover, his sleepy brain sends an "Am I in a coffin?" thought throughout his body and his muscles jump as he gasps in an over-dramatic way. The top of his head bumps against something and a pained "My chin!" reaches his ears.
And that's when he recognises sensations.
There are arms around him, hands on the small of his back. His face is buried in what seems to be a neck, and there's taut skin under his fingertips. What.
"You okay?" a familiar voice asks and the body pressed against him slightly draws back, allowing him to match the sound to a face; Jonghyun.
"I- What the-" his eyes go a little crazy.
"You kept thrashing and talking in your sleep, so, uh, I thought I could... stop you?" Fantastic plan, fantastic.
They lay in silence for a while.
"The others got frustrated and decided to sleep in the living room instead, but anyway, since you're fine, I should..." he scratches the back of his neck.
Kibum watches him, clearly expecting an elaboration.
Jonghyun feigns a cough and raises his hand to point towards his bed, a repeat of a certain scene some nights ago. "You know, head back."
"No, don't!" Kibum kind of shouts and goes blank at seeing the other's surprised face. "I mean, it's pretty far away."
Jonghyun's eyes smile a little.
"It's not like, I mean, as if I want you close or whatever," he laughs nervously. "You'll like, you know."
The older boy observes.
"...Get...tired?" Kibum continues with uncertainty and mentally slaps himself. "And it'll be hard for you to, like, sl-" He's cut off by two lips against his and a hand on his hip.
"God, stop rambling," Jonghyun whispers once they break away, all too cocky, suddenly.
He flushes. "I did n-"
"Shush. Sleep," he grabs the back of the younger's head and shoves his face in his own neck once more.
"How can your ego grow huge in less than a minute, jeez," comes a muffled question but Jonghyun ignores it in favour of closing his eyes.
("Can you hear anything?" Onew whispers and receives a smack on the head by Minho.
"You two better zip it and go to sleep," he glares sleepily at Taemin and the leader. They don't pay any attention.
"Hey Jinki, how much do you bet I can get them to do it in less than a week?" the youngest challenges with a smirk.)
The end.
Author: moi
Pairing: JongKey
Genre: Romance
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I might not own them, but they do own me *nods*
Summary: They've always shared a few glances more than necessary, always let fingers linger a second more than necessary, but that doesn't stop Kibum from being mildly surprised when Jonghyun's lips lock with his for the briefest of moments.
A/N: I was supposed to write some more EunHae but my Key Muse was bitching in the corner so. Yeah. Hope you enjoy♥
They've always shared a few glances more than necessary, always let fingers linger a second more than necessary, but that doesn't stop Kibum from being mildly surprised when Jonghyun's lips lock with his for the briefest of moments.
It's late at night -late according to Onew, at least- and Kibum's on his bed, lying on his side. The shower is on, somewhere in the background, and muffled whispers can be heard from the kitchen, accompanied by the sound of dishes being stacked together. The only thing the boy can really feel, though, is his best friend's mouth on his.
Jonghyun takes a second to draw back and stare at him for a little, and then leans in once more. The kiss itself isn't really spectacular, to be honest; after recording a variety show and two hours of practice, nothing can be spectacular. What feels good, however, is the palm over Kibum's cheek. There's this warm feeling spreading inside him, quite unexplainable but pleasant in its complexity, and before he can even emit the slightest hum of approval, all contact is lost. His eyes shoot open.
The older boy looks more conscious now, almost as if he just sobered up after a night of drinking. "I better go back," he says, gesturing towards his bed on the other side of the room.
"You- Yeah, you do that," Kibum nods frantically, trying to catch Jonghyun's eyes for a bit, but giving up soon after. The bunk creaks and shakes slightly as Jonghyun hops off it.
Kibum turns the other way around, facing the wall, and it's not long after that until feet shuffle into the room, beds filling up.
He sleeps with that tingling sensation on his lips.
------
The next day, and even the ones after that, they're not particularly awkward. "Particularly" being the key-word here.
It's not like they do a 180° every time they catch sight of each other, but things aren't quite peachy either. The guys don't notice, though, and so does Kibum try to do.
It's Saturday, "Take-out night, my turn to serve!", as Taemin enthusiastically stated a few minutes back, and they all get together in the living room; they have scheduled a Spiderman marathon, despite Minho's cries to just watch Jumper instead. Kibum pauses momentarily, eyes scanning for available spots. The couch is already occupied, Jonghyun and Taemin already there, with Minho resting his back against the coffee table, facing the TV.
"Jinki?" Kibum asks as he walks in, passing by Taemin and sitting Indian-style in front of Jonghyun, between the couch and the table.
"Bathroom," the youngest replies and hands him his meal. "There," he smiles.
Kibum bows his head slightly and fully turns around, watching as Minho pops the DVD in the player.
A couple of minutes later, they're all set, movie menu flashing, lights off and hands all too eager, fumbling with their packaged deliveries.
Something smells wrong. Kibum scrunches up his nose and a knee randomly bumps against his shoulder. "This is not mine," he mumbles. "It's got extra spice."
"Oh it's you that got it?" Jonghyun asks from behind him, sounding surprised, and the other simply wants to slap him for being so casual.
He turns around to face him.
("This is going to take long," Onew suggests quietly.
"God, I know," Minho responds and pushes the pause button.)
His eyes and brain take a while to adjust to the view displayed to him, but he catches up. "Yeah, me."
"So I guess I have yours."
"True."
"Swap?"
"Okay," he's a little numb.
Taemin is watching them, glint in his eyes, and as Kibum looks at him, the younger's hands motion towards Jonghyun. It's like a kindergartener motivating a 5-year-old, and the irony is tragic.
The exchange takes place a little after that, leaving Key frustrated and a certain dancer grinning.
Taemin couldn't have done anything on purpose. Taemin is a child.
------
"Hyung?" Taemin asks the next morning, mouth practically full of cereal.
"Hm?" Kibum smiles, despite the smell of danger coming up. The boy can be seriously freaky sometimes. He can find a spot to hit and suck all the information straight out of you.
"Don't worry about it," he says with cryptic eyes, bowl in his left hand and spoon on his right one, as he stands up.
Kibum pauses, a slice of bread in between his fingers; sandwiches can wait. "...About what?" Stepping on thin ice.
Taemin studies him. "You know, him," he replies and takes another mouthful.
His eyes slowly trail towards the other. "What about him?" Two can play the game, or so Kibum thinks.
"You're getting too worked up over what happened," he nods to his own words. "It's obvious."
"It is?" he asks with surprise, eyebrows rising. When Taemin smiles wide, he knows he has done something wrong. "I mean," he coughs. "Why would you say that," he tries resuming his previous task. Play it cool, Key, play it cool.
"Because you've been tapping your fingers against every available surface," he almost smirks, but his face falls into a serious expression a second after that. "What he did was kinda cruel," he presses his lips into a thin line, feigning sympathy.
Kibum falls for it and sighs. "It wasn't actually the kiss that did it rather than..." he whispers, but trails off when Taemin's features get devilish, grin on his mouth and eyes slant.
"So you did kiss!" he yells victoriously and Kibum prays to God that no one else heard. He watches in defeat as Jinki appears at the door, lips in a pout and arms crossed over his chest.
Taemin winks at the oldest. "Just so you know, you so lost that bet."
Even a child can be dangerous.
------
The next time Kibum opens his eyes, he can only see stark black. His breath hits something solid and returns back to his face; his body feels restricted.
Before he can even take a moment to recover, his sleepy brain sends an "Am I in a coffin?" thought throughout his body and his muscles jump as he gasps in an over-dramatic way. The top of his head bumps against something and a pained "My chin!" reaches his ears.
And that's when he recognises sensations.
There are arms around him, hands on the small of his back. His face is buried in what seems to be a neck, and there's taut skin under his fingertips. What.
"You okay?" a familiar voice asks and the body pressed against him slightly draws back, allowing him to match the sound to a face; Jonghyun.
"I- What the-" his eyes go a little crazy.
"You kept thrashing and talking in your sleep, so, uh, I thought I could... stop you?" Fantastic plan, fantastic.
They lay in silence for a while.
"The others got frustrated and decided to sleep in the living room instead, but anyway, since you're fine, I should..." he scratches the back of his neck.
Kibum watches him, clearly expecting an elaboration.
Jonghyun feigns a cough and raises his hand to point towards his bed, a repeat of a certain scene some nights ago. "You know, head back."
"No, don't!" Kibum kind of shouts and goes blank at seeing the other's surprised face. "I mean, it's pretty far away."
Jonghyun's eyes smile a little.
"It's not like, I mean, as if I want you close or whatever," he laughs nervously. "You'll like, you know."
The older boy observes.
"...Get...tired?" Kibum continues with uncertainty and mentally slaps himself. "And it'll be hard for you to, like, sl-" He's cut off by two lips against his and a hand on his hip.
"God, stop rambling," Jonghyun whispers once they break away, all too cocky, suddenly.
He flushes. "I did n-"
"Shush. Sleep," he grabs the back of the younger's head and shoves his face in his own neck once more.
"How can your ego grow huge in less than a minute, jeez," comes a muffled question but Jonghyun ignores it in favour of closing his eyes.
("Can you hear anything?" Onew whispers and receives a smack on the head by Minho.
"You two better zip it and go to sleep," he glares sleepily at Taemin and the leader. They don't pay any attention.
"Hey Jinki, how much do you bet I can get them to do it in less than a week?" the youngest challenges with a smirk.)
The end.