Wrap Me In A Great Big Bow [jongkey] [PG] [1/1]
Title: Wrap Me In A Great Big Bow
Pairing: Jongkey
Genre: Fluff
Rating: PG
Word Count: 1,023
Summary: Jonghyun finds courage to finally confess.
A/N: Merry Christmas to groceryshop ! This song is the inspiration Mistletoe.
The annual SM family Christmas party is supposed to be a sophisticated, well behaved event. Ball room dancing, elegant gowns and tuxedos, gourmet prepared dishes and languid conversation that isn't too personal, but just friendly enough to allow for gentle laughter.
It's well known to all those involved that it's quite the opposite.
Managers slap each other on the back, buy each other drinks, and congratulate each other for not going insane yet. The instructors for all the trainees laugh and joke about their reckless and arrogant charges. All of the higher ups sip their champagne and forget all talk of business, letting their weariness seep out of their souls as they recline and chit chat.
As for the idols, well, we party.
I down a quick shot of courage before patting Jinki on the back and leave him with the rest of the of-age men, entrusting him to drink my share. I have one mission at this party; to coax a kiss out of a certain stuck up bandmate. Veins pumping full of confidence, I strut to the back of the grand building where the party is being hosted, searching for either my victim or partner in crime. I spot the latter first.
“Jonghyun,” Taemin calls, almost frantically, from the corner he's backed into,”C'mere!”
I grin, taking note of just who has him cornered. “Hey, Amber,” I greet, friendly clamping her on the shoulder, “What are you doing with the kid?”
“Just telling him how I like his new look.” She nods at Taemin, shoots him a wink. “The stylist got it right this time.”
“Well, sorry, but I'm gonna have to borrow him.” I wrap my arm around Taemin's thin shoulders, pulling him away from Amber's predatory gaze.
Amber says something in English - later, Kibum translates it to something along the lines of “if only you didn't have a dick” -, directed at the blond, and he just blinks and smiles at her. She walks away laughing.
“I thought Amber was a lesbian!” Taemin hisses, careful not to be overheard
“She is.” I smirk.
Taemin scrunches his face, deep in thought, then gasps and punches me on the arm.
I laugh it off and just pull him closer. “Did you do it?” I ask, joking pushed aside now.
Taemin nods and answers reluctantly, “Yeah, by the bathrooms.”
“You dumb ass.” I smack him upside the head. “That's not romantic at all!”
“Well, you should have done it yourself,” Taemin snaps back, slips out of my hold, then skips away. “Good luck!”
I shake my head. Damn teenagers.
Now just to find my target and get him to the ... bathroom? This is going to be more awkward than I planned. I rub my hands together, work my tongue over my front teeth, and continue to scan the room. Finally, that distinct laughter bursts through the rest of the buzz of the dance floor and mingling. There.
I push past some trainees to get to the gaggle of girls surrounding him. I sidle up beside Sulli, but she and the rest of them hardly notice, enraptured by some story being told. I just need the right moment to interrupt.
Fifteen minutes pass, fifteen freaking minutes. I let out an exasperated sigh, screw this. My hand darts forward and catch my target by the wrist.
“I need to talk to you,” I say in way of explanation.
“What the hell, Jonghyun? I was talking!”
“Kibum,” I shoot him a look, continuing to drag him out of the crowded room, “You're always talking.”
With a huff, Kibum closes his mouth and allows himself to be guided along by me. It's not until I've taken him past two different bathrooms - where did that kid put it? He never specified which bathroom - does he begin to protest.
“Jonghyun, where on earth are you taking me to talk?”
A small growl escapes my lips. I release my grip on his wrist and stop walking, spinning on my heels to face him. We're in the middle of an unoccupied hallway between dance floors.
I take a deep breath. “I wanted this to be a hell of a lot more romantic, but I guess I'll just have to tell you here - Kibum?” I blink and follow Kibum's entranced stare to the ceiling.
“I didn't know they had mistletoe here,” Kibum comments, trying to sound off handed, but cat like gaze fall back on me with a quirked eyebrow, curious.
“That little shit .. “ I clench my fists, this is no where near any of the bathrooms.
“What was that?”
“Oh!” I jump, plan moving back into motion. Reaching forward, I take Kibum's hands in my own. He looks down at them, almost offensively, but he doesn't say anything or try to pull away. “Kibum, we've been flirting for a while - don't try and say we haven't, I heard you gushing about it to Jinki - and I've finally worked up the courage to say … Well, I … “
“Just kiss me.”
My eyes widen, but I follow the order without a second thought. Mistletoe overhead, I capture Kibum's lips in my own. Awkward, yes, but sweet all the same. I smile against his lips as he hums happily.
“So … You do like me back, right?” I ask, chuckling and scratching my thigh nervously when we break apart.
Kibum rolls his eyes. “Of course, idiot. I don't go around kissing just anyone. Mistletoe, or not.”
I grin. “Okay, then how about we try that again?” I don't wait for an answer before slipping an arm around his waist and tugging him flush against me, dipping down to catch those luscious lips in my own again.
“You know, in Greece, kissing under the mistletoe is a promise to marry.”
Kibum punches me in the chest. “Don't let that ego get any bigger, Jjong.”
Pairing: Jongkey
Genre: Fluff
Rating: PG
Word Count: 1,023
Summary: Jonghyun finds courage to finally confess.
A/N: Merry Christmas to groceryshop ! This song is the inspiration Mistletoe.
The annual SM family Christmas party is supposed to be a sophisticated, well behaved event. Ball room dancing, elegant gowns and tuxedos, gourmet prepared dishes and languid conversation that isn't too personal, but just friendly enough to allow for gentle laughter.
It's well known to all those involved that it's quite the opposite.
Managers slap each other on the back, buy each other drinks, and congratulate each other for not going insane yet. The instructors for all the trainees laugh and joke about their reckless and arrogant charges. All of the higher ups sip their champagne and forget all talk of business, letting their weariness seep out of their souls as they recline and chit chat.
As for the idols, well, we party.
I down a quick shot of courage before patting Jinki on the back and leave him with the rest of the of-age men, entrusting him to drink my share. I have one mission at this party; to coax a kiss out of a certain stuck up bandmate. Veins pumping full of confidence, I strut to the back of the grand building where the party is being hosted, searching for either my victim or partner in crime. I spot the latter first.
“Jonghyun,” Taemin calls, almost frantically, from the corner he's backed into,”C'mere!”
I grin, taking note of just who has him cornered. “Hey, Amber,” I greet, friendly clamping her on the shoulder, “What are you doing with the kid?”
“Just telling him how I like his new look.” She nods at Taemin, shoots him a wink. “The stylist got it right this time.”
“Well, sorry, but I'm gonna have to borrow him.” I wrap my arm around Taemin's thin shoulders, pulling him away from Amber's predatory gaze.
Amber says something in English - later, Kibum translates it to something along the lines of “if only you didn't have a dick” -, directed at the blond, and he just blinks and smiles at her. She walks away laughing.
“I thought Amber was a lesbian!” Taemin hisses, careful not to be overheard
“She is.” I smirk.
Taemin scrunches his face, deep in thought, then gasps and punches me on the arm.
I laugh it off and just pull him closer. “Did you do it?” I ask, joking pushed aside now.
Taemin nods and answers reluctantly, “Yeah, by the bathrooms.”
“You dumb ass.” I smack him upside the head. “That's not romantic at all!”
“Well, you should have done it yourself,” Taemin snaps back, slips out of my hold, then skips away. “Good luck!”
I shake my head. Damn teenagers.
Now just to find my target and get him to the ... bathroom? This is going to be more awkward than I planned. I rub my hands together, work my tongue over my front teeth, and continue to scan the room. Finally, that distinct laughter bursts through the rest of the buzz of the dance floor and mingling. There.
I push past some trainees to get to the gaggle of girls surrounding him. I sidle up beside Sulli, but she and the rest of them hardly notice, enraptured by some story being told. I just need the right moment to interrupt.
Fifteen minutes pass, fifteen freaking minutes. I let out an exasperated sigh, screw this. My hand darts forward and catch my target by the wrist.
“I need to talk to you,” I say in way of explanation.
“What the hell, Jonghyun? I was talking!”
“Kibum,” I shoot him a look, continuing to drag him out of the crowded room, “You're always talking.”
With a huff, Kibum closes his mouth and allows himself to be guided along by me. It's not until I've taken him past two different bathrooms - where did that kid put it? He never specified which bathroom - does he begin to protest.
“Jonghyun, where on earth are you taking me to talk?”
A small growl escapes my lips. I release my grip on his wrist and stop walking, spinning on my heels to face him. We're in the middle of an unoccupied hallway between dance floors.
I take a deep breath. “I wanted this to be a hell of a lot more romantic, but I guess I'll just have to tell you here - Kibum?” I blink and follow Kibum's entranced stare to the ceiling.
“I didn't know they had mistletoe here,” Kibum comments, trying to sound off handed, but cat like gaze fall back on me with a quirked eyebrow, curious.
“That little shit .. “ I clench my fists, this is no where near any of the bathrooms.
“What was that?”
“Oh!” I jump, plan moving back into motion. Reaching forward, I take Kibum's hands in my own. He looks down at them, almost offensively, but he doesn't say anything or try to pull away. “Kibum, we've been flirting for a while - don't try and say we haven't, I heard you gushing about it to Jinki - and I've finally worked up the courage to say … Well, I … “
“Just kiss me.”
My eyes widen, but I follow the order without a second thought. Mistletoe overhead, I capture Kibum's lips in my own. Awkward, yes, but sweet all the same. I smile against his lips as he hums happily.
“So … You do like me back, right?” I ask, chuckling and scratching my thigh nervously when we break apart.
Kibum rolls his eyes. “Of course, idiot. I don't go around kissing just anyone. Mistletoe, or not.”
I grin. “Okay, then how about we try that again?” I don't wait for an answer before slipping an arm around his waist and tugging him flush against me, dipping down to catch those luscious lips in my own again.
“You know, in Greece, kissing under the mistletoe is a promise to marry.”
Kibum punches me in the chest. “Don't let that ego get any bigger, Jjong.”