Skipping Class (and what to do in the meantime)
Title: Skipping Class (and what to do in the meantime)
Author: moi
Pairing: JongKey
Genre: High School!AU
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Just borrowing~
Warning: Smoking, a bit of swearing
Summary: "You should quit that, you know," he says while glaring at the other's cigarette, and can't help but hold a mock-scandalised expression when Jonghyun teasingly blows a puff of smoke on his face.
A/N: I just have a thing for cute school boys who love other cute school boys lol. And once again, my inability to write something long amuses me.
"Do you know how they say that you randomly hum love songs when you've fallen for someone?" Kibum asks one day, arms locked around his knees and hair ruffled by the wind. They shouldn't have skipped class today; the roof is a cold place to be this time of the year.
"They do?" Jonghyun exhales and the other watches as smoke dances out of his mouth.
Kibum nods and waits before blurting out another question. "Do you think it's true?"
The older doesn't answer, but only flexes his shoulders, bones popping in satisfaction. He can still feel Kibum's eyes on him, indicating he won't let go until he gets a reply. It doesn't surprise him, since it's actually quite typical of the younger.
"Jonghyun?" he calls and watches as the said boy turns to him, cigarette coming up once more, caught in between his lips. "Do you?" he repeats.
He shrugs in return and eventually decides to reply once his mouth is free again. "I don't think I ever do it, personally."
"So you've been in love?" he asks and inwardly curses his blazer for doing nothing to keep him warm.
Jonghyun chuckles, the sound filling Kibum's ears. "Don't you think it's a bit too early in the morning for that kind of stuff, Ki?" he smiles, laughter lingering on his features.
Kibum releases an inaudible sigh at that and dismisses the topic. Usually, he is the talker, the ice-breaker, so unless he initiates a dialogue, they could simply stay there for hours, not even exchanging a word. Talk about awkward.
He doesn't know why, but he decides to test the phenomenon, let silence fall all over them and see how long it lasts.
He eventually gets bored as hell and huffs.
"You should quit that, you know," he says while glaring at the other's cigarette, and can't help but hold a mock-scandalised expression when Jonghyun teasingly blows a puff of smoke on his face.
"Bite me," the older smirks but his eyes soon widen as Kibum suddenly shifts, one leg stretching over him. Before he knows it, two knees are on either side of his hips, steadying Kibum up in front of him, and the cancer stick has been snatched away from him, held up and away by his angry-looking best friend.
"You better give that back now, Kim Kibum," he warns and only receives a challenging stare in return. Extending his arm only to fail retrieving it, he pushes further, and in a fluid movement his fingers lock around the other's wrist, his lips claiming Kibum's own.
Kibum can't say it's a surprise -they've kissed before- but if it was, it'd be a pleasant one. He kind of yelps when Jonghyun forcefully bites down on his lower lip and he throws the cigarette away. That'll teach the bastard.
Acknowledging the action, Jonghyun draws back just long enough to throw a glare and leans in again, hands cupping Kibum's buttocks this time, lowering him onto his own lap. The younger boy lifts an eyebrow -now that, they haven't done before- and his lips part unwillingly. He actually wishes Jonghyun's mouth tasted like smoke, so that he could push him away and pretend to be disgusted, but it doesn't, and it slightly gets on his nerves.
Kibum fails to repress a moan. Jonghyun smiles against the other's lips and his fingers tighten, squeezing the soft flesh.
And that's when he draws the line, hands coming against the older's chest and pushing. It feels disappointing when his lips are free, he hadn't thought about that happening, and he almost lingers despite the fact that he was the one to stop everything. They proceed to stare at each other, mostly because Jonghyun studies the other, waiting for a reaction.
"You, uhm, may want to take your hands off my ass," he finally says, his breathing disorganised.
"Sure," he responds and lets his thumbs draw hasty circles before his palms completely draw back. Jonghyun pants against Kibum for a while, once again waiting for more instructions, and it unnerves the other boy.
Kibum sighs in frustration. "Don't you have anywhere to be?" voice slightly louder than necessary.
"Well I do have P.E next," he replies and smirks, actually smirks, because he's clearly having too much fun.
"Well just go get dressed!" he gives a shove to his shoulders and a moment goes by before he realises he's still pretty much on him. Cheeks flushing red, he stands up, knees trying to keep him standing as he watches Jonghyun get up, brushing the dust off his dark grey trousers.
"I'll be off, then," he says with a smile and flicks two fingers in salute before turning around.
Kibum exhales, eyes falling shut, and he listens as Jonghyun's voice hums something that sounds strangely much like Halo, before completely fading away.
Author: moi
Pairing: JongKey
Genre: High School!AU
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Just borrowing~
Warning: Smoking, a bit of swearing
Summary: "You should quit that, you know," he says while glaring at the other's cigarette, and can't help but hold a mock-scandalised expression when Jonghyun teasingly blows a puff of smoke on his face.
A/N: I just have a thing for cute school boys who love other cute school boys lol. And once again, my inability to write something long amuses me.
"Do you know how they say that you randomly hum love songs when you've fallen for someone?" Kibum asks one day, arms locked around his knees and hair ruffled by the wind. They shouldn't have skipped class today; the roof is a cold place to be this time of the year.
"They do?" Jonghyun exhales and the other watches as smoke dances out of his mouth.
Kibum nods and waits before blurting out another question. "Do you think it's true?"
The older doesn't answer, but only flexes his shoulders, bones popping in satisfaction. He can still feel Kibum's eyes on him, indicating he won't let go until he gets a reply. It doesn't surprise him, since it's actually quite typical of the younger.
"Jonghyun?" he calls and watches as the said boy turns to him, cigarette coming up once more, caught in between his lips. "Do you?" he repeats.
He shrugs in return and eventually decides to reply once his mouth is free again. "I don't think I ever do it, personally."
"So you've been in love?" he asks and inwardly curses his blazer for doing nothing to keep him warm.
Jonghyun chuckles, the sound filling Kibum's ears. "Don't you think it's a bit too early in the morning for that kind of stuff, Ki?" he smiles, laughter lingering on his features.
Kibum releases an inaudible sigh at that and dismisses the topic. Usually, he is the talker, the ice-breaker, so unless he initiates a dialogue, they could simply stay there for hours, not even exchanging a word. Talk about awkward.
He doesn't know why, but he decides to test the phenomenon, let silence fall all over them and see how long it lasts.
He eventually gets bored as hell and huffs.
"You should quit that, you know," he says while glaring at the other's cigarette, and can't help but hold a mock-scandalised expression when Jonghyun teasingly blows a puff of smoke on his face.
"Bite me," the older smirks but his eyes soon widen as Kibum suddenly shifts, one leg stretching over him. Before he knows it, two knees are on either side of his hips, steadying Kibum up in front of him, and the cancer stick has been snatched away from him, held up and away by his angry-looking best friend.
"You better give that back now, Kim Kibum," he warns and only receives a challenging stare in return. Extending his arm only to fail retrieving it, he pushes further, and in a fluid movement his fingers lock around the other's wrist, his lips claiming Kibum's own.
Kibum can't say it's a surprise -they've kissed before- but if it was, it'd be a pleasant one. He kind of yelps when Jonghyun forcefully bites down on his lower lip and he throws the cigarette away. That'll teach the bastard.
Acknowledging the action, Jonghyun draws back just long enough to throw a glare and leans in again, hands cupping Kibum's buttocks this time, lowering him onto his own lap. The younger boy lifts an eyebrow -now that, they haven't done before- and his lips part unwillingly. He actually wishes Jonghyun's mouth tasted like smoke, so that he could push him away and pretend to be disgusted, but it doesn't, and it slightly gets on his nerves.
Kibum fails to repress a moan. Jonghyun smiles against the other's lips and his fingers tighten, squeezing the soft flesh.
And that's when he draws the line, hands coming against the older's chest and pushing. It feels disappointing when his lips are free, he hadn't thought about that happening, and he almost lingers despite the fact that he was the one to stop everything. They proceed to stare at each other, mostly because Jonghyun studies the other, waiting for a reaction.
"You, uhm, may want to take your hands off my ass," he finally says, his breathing disorganised.
"Sure," he responds and lets his thumbs draw hasty circles before his palms completely draw back. Jonghyun pants against Kibum for a while, once again waiting for more instructions, and it unnerves the other boy.
Kibum sighs in frustration. "Don't you have anywhere to be?" voice slightly louder than necessary.
"Well I do have P.E next," he replies and smirks, actually smirks, because he's clearly having too much fun.
"Well just go get dressed!" he gives a shove to his shoulders and a moment goes by before he realises he's still pretty much on him. Cheeks flushing red, he stands up, knees trying to keep him standing as he watches Jonghyun get up, brushing the dust off his dark grey trousers.
"I'll be off, then," he says with a smile and flicks two fingers in salute before turning around.
Kibum exhales, eyes falling shut, and he listens as Jonghyun's voice hums something that sounds strangely much like Halo, before completely fading away.