Quicksand
Title: Quicksand
Author: moi
Pairing: JongKey
Genre: Songfic
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I don't own the boys. Hell, I don't even own the lyrics.
Summary: Oh, when you turn to me, I'm in the quicksand
A/N: Based on Quicksand by La Roux, since I love them too much ♥ Don't know where this came from, I just seem to need to write the whole time. Hope this is good :]
Nothing much needs to be said when Jonghyun pulls Kibum up into his bunk, all too sudden and urgent. A monotonous "Wake up, already," gets muffled just a bit too soon, lips meet and eyes fall closed in a matter of seconds. It's all that's really necessary.
When Kibum is on the same level as him, though, brilliant and gorgeous on his lap, Jonghyun's mind doesn't go blank with passion; nowhere near that. In fact, the moment his fingers automatically search to be intertwined with the other's, it just dawns on him. He's simply-
I'm the obsessor
Holding your hand
He's simply in need.
But then they break apart, mouths no longer connected, and Kibum looks at him, into him, behind long bangs. There's a chance he smirks, but Jonghyun can't really confirm it, mostly focusing on how his fingers interlock with another set of five long, delicate digits.
Your touch intensifies
And I'm in the quicksand
He denies losing it, he really wants to, because it's not worth it. He's sure this whole thing doesn't even mean half what he thinks it does. It's stupid. He's stupid.
Another kiss follows, bruising and warm, and Jonghyun reconsiders. Alright, maybe just this once.
He has difficulty breathing when nails gently scratch circles on the back of his hand.
You're the upsetter
Stroking my hand
It's possible that Kibum can feel his tremors, Jonghyun thinks, and it gives him a slight headache. The other boy smiles contentedly into the kiss, and Jonghyun feels so small suddenly, so open and easy to read, it tears him apart.
Am I your possession?
Am I in demand?
Then, for a second, he gets disoriented, shoved back, and his head slightly bounces on the pillow. Next thing he knows, Kibum is hovering over him, something twisted visible on his features, and Jonghyun is torn between feeling scared or attracted. He simply chooses to hold onto the younger's waist.
"Give me one reason not to leave you like this," Kibum says, voice too husky for comfort, and really, this isn't supposed to be happening this way.
Oh, I could let you stay
But I'm walking on broken ground again
He opens his mouth, but nothing comes out. He doesn't want to try choking out words.
Oh, oh, when will I learn?
All you do is push me back in the dark
"Strange," Kibum says, "You're the one who latched onto me," he shrugs with a smile and lifts his leg in an attempt to get up, freezing mid-way due to an unsure hand on his thigh. He fixes Jonghyun with a questioning look.
"Just-" the blond stops.
There's only a bit of silence before Jonghyun melts away, hands back to his sides.
Kibum sighs, soon getting off, down the small ladder and stepping away, maybe even glancing back for a moment. But then he's out of the bedroom, behind the closed door and all Jonghyun hears is a muffled "He'll be up in a sec," before sinking into the mattress.
He's lost, so lost.
I'm in the quicksand
Author: moi
Pairing: JongKey
Genre: Songfic
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I don't own the boys. Hell, I don't even own the lyrics.
Summary: Oh, when you turn to me, I'm in the quicksand
A/N: Based on Quicksand by La Roux, since I love them too much ♥ Don't know where this came from, I just seem to need to write the whole time. Hope this is good :]
Nothing much needs to be said when Jonghyun pulls Kibum up into his bunk, all too sudden and urgent. A monotonous "Wake up, already," gets muffled just a bit too soon, lips meet and eyes fall closed in a matter of seconds. It's all that's really necessary.
When Kibum is on the same level as him, though, brilliant and gorgeous on his lap, Jonghyun's mind doesn't go blank with passion; nowhere near that. In fact, the moment his fingers automatically search to be intertwined with the other's, it just dawns on him. He's simply-
I'm the obsessor
Holding your hand
He's simply in need.
But then they break apart, mouths no longer connected, and Kibum looks at him, into him, behind long bangs. There's a chance he smirks, but Jonghyun can't really confirm it, mostly focusing on how his fingers interlock with another set of five long, delicate digits.
Your touch intensifies
And I'm in the quicksand
He denies losing it, he really wants to, because it's not worth it. He's sure this whole thing doesn't even mean half what he thinks it does. It's stupid. He's stupid.
Another kiss follows, bruising and warm, and Jonghyun reconsiders. Alright, maybe just this once.
He has difficulty breathing when nails gently scratch circles on the back of his hand.
You're the upsetter
Stroking my hand
It's possible that Kibum can feel his tremors, Jonghyun thinks, and it gives him a slight headache. The other boy smiles contentedly into the kiss, and Jonghyun feels so small suddenly, so open and easy to read, it tears him apart.
Am I your possession?
Am I in demand?
Then, for a second, he gets disoriented, shoved back, and his head slightly bounces on the pillow. Next thing he knows, Kibum is hovering over him, something twisted visible on his features, and Jonghyun is torn between feeling scared or attracted. He simply chooses to hold onto the younger's waist.
"Give me one reason not to leave you like this," Kibum says, voice too husky for comfort, and really, this isn't supposed to be happening this way.
Oh, I could let you stay
But I'm walking on broken ground again
He opens his mouth, but nothing comes out. He doesn't want to try choking out words.
Oh, oh, when will I learn?
All you do is push me back in the dark
"Strange," Kibum says, "You're the one who latched onto me," he shrugs with a smile and lifts his leg in an attempt to get up, freezing mid-way due to an unsure hand on his thigh. He fixes Jonghyun with a questioning look.
"Just-" the blond stops.
There's only a bit of silence before Jonghyun melts away, hands back to his sides.
Kibum sighs, soon getting off, down the small ladder and stepping away, maybe even glancing back for a moment. But then he's out of the bedroom, behind the closed door and all Jonghyun hears is a muffled "He'll be up in a sec," before sinking into the mattress.
He's lost, so lost.
I'm in the quicksand