A Matter of Change (Drabble)
Pairing: domestic!JongKey
Rating: R/NC-17
Genre: tooth-rotting Fluff, somewhat Smut
Summary:Kibum worries about many things, but then again there’s nowhere else he’d rather be.
A/N: Yes, I used this setting as an excuse for fluffy-almost-sexy times wherein Jonghyun is a derp again. Also, quite fittingly, this popped up on yt today ^^. It takes place before A Matter of Linguistics, before they even have a child. (The drabbles are all linked in chronological order at the end.) Thank you for reading! This was going to be much longer but I decided to cut it where it felt right.
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“This is the last one,” Kibum announces as he crosses the doorframe, carrying a small cardboard box in his hands. He sets it down on top of countless others lining the wall of the empty living room right next to the entrance hall while Jonghyun searches for his wallet to tip the men they hired to help them move.
He shuts the door behind them after having thanked them one last time and turns around to survey their new, empty home save for the few pieces of furniture they had already gathered. Kibum is sitting cross-legged on the hardwood floor, tearing open a box. He glances up from his work when Jonghyun settles beside him and flashes him a small, quick smile. Jonghyun sneaks an arm around him and pulls him closer.
“Our home,” he says, and those two simple words are enough to have Kibum grinning despite himself.
“I still can’t believe this,” Kibum mumbles bashfully, looking down and sorting through the box’s contents. Something about this still feels so surreal to him, like he can’t quite believe that he is finally getting everything he could only have dreamed of in the past.
“What?” Jonghyun asks, intrigued and somewhat excited, arm still wrapped around the younger. “Us moving here or the adoption?”
“Both,” Kibum replies honestly. “Can you help me bring all the dishes to the kitchen?”
Jonghyun nods and stands up, picking up the box Kibum is pointing to. He sets it down on the counter and opens up all the cupboards and drawers in an attempt to visualize what could go where. Kibum soon joins him with another box and they spend a few minutes discussing - arguing, really - how to arrange their kitchen. They eventually get to work, slowly emptying box after box until all essential items are stored away. Their home already seems less empty considering it isn’t very big, but it’s what they both want.
Kibum hastily opens up yet another stacked cardboard box, ignoring Jonghyun’s complaint to just leave the rest of the unpacking to the next day, but goes still once he finds out what’s inside. Jonghyun watches him curiously before attempting to peek over the younger’s shoulder. Kibum reaches out, somewhat tentatively, to pick up the blue, footed baby pyjama lying on top of the carefully folded pile of newborn-sized clothes. He’s met with mixed emotions - anxiousness, concern, but also excitement - yet the way Jonghyun’s breath glides down his neck and beneath the collar of his shirt chases away the negative thoughts almost immediately. He leans back into the warm chest before setting the tiny pyjama back down and cradling the box in his arms to trudge up the narrow staircase, Jonghyun following close behind with another box tucked under his arm. Kibum sets it down in the first room to their left; it’s small and square with creamy mint green walls, completely empty apart from a short white dresser. Kibum fumbles with one of the box’s split corners as he gets caught up imagining what the small room would look like when it would no longer be empty - what it would represent.
“We still need to buy a crib,” Jonghyun speaks from the doorway, pulling Kibum out of his thoughts. The younger sighs and nods.
“I was thinking white, with yellow sheets,” Kibum says absent-mindedly, meaning to go back down the stairs to fetch more boxes but Jonghyun catches his wrist before he can slip by.
“Hey, I know you’re nervous,” Jonghyun speaks, barely above a whisper as his other hand wraps around his arm as well to pull him close, “I am too. But I really think we’re ready for this.”
Kibum gives into a grateful smile when Jonghyun’s thumbs start rubbing circles into his hands, and he clutches back as an unspoken thanks. The last thing he sees is a small, matching smile on the elder’s lips before his eyes slide shut as he’s being kissed. It's simple, so simple but it makes Kibum feel warm all over and he decides he wants more. He untangles one of their hands to slip his fingers in Jonghyun’s hair and tilt his head; it’s better, but not quite, because the fleeting brush of tongues still isn’t enough. He slowly pushes Jonghyun against the doorframe - he knows he’s being eager and sort of wants to smack the elder for smiling so blatantly into their kiss, but he’s been a bundle of emotions for the past few days at the thought of moving, at the thought of actually starting a family he could call his own and he doesn’t quite know how to deal with that but he trusts Jonghyun. He loves him more than anything and even through his doubts and fears, he chooses to believe him when he says they’ll be okay.
Jonghyun pulls away with a chuckle and Kibum blinks blearily at the sudden loss until he feels fingertips trailing along his jaw.
“Why are you laughing?” Kibum whispers with a slight frown, hand lowering to scratch at the other’s nape.
Jonghyun merely shakes his head, as though it were nothing, and leans back in for another kiss. Kibum presses himself close again, because with all the planning and packing it’s been a while and he thinks he needs this right now. With so many changes going on he needs something familiar, something as reassuring as it is amazing.
“It’s just so you,” Jonghyun eventually mumbles against his lips, minutes later. Its relevance isn’t lost on Kibum, who turns away to roll his eyes but grants the other a small peck on the lips before tugging him away. Jonghyun seems to catch up with him once they’re halfway down the hall, just outside of their new bedroom. He picks Kibum up suddenly, hoisting him up by his thighs in a way that has the younger releasing a muffled yelp of surprise. He accidentally bites down on Jonghyun’s lip when his knee knocks into the door but Jonghyun just chuckles again before putting him down. His hands slide up his thighs, over his bum and up under his shirt which gets tugged off of him soon after. Kibum hurriedly does the same to Jonghyun, who sits down on the edge of their new mattress and pulls Kibum down beside him.
Jonghyun kisses him slowly this time and Kibum can only oblige, in no mood to tease. He raises a hand to the elder’s chest and pushes him backwards onto the bed devoid of sheets, easily settling between his legs. He hovers above Jonghyun, breathing a little heavy already and can’t help but smile when the elder laces their fingers together and cranes his neck to touch their lips.
“I love you,” Kibum blurts out, but Jonghyun doesn’t want to talk; he smothers his mouth into a more heated kiss and hums in response. Kibum slowly rocks forward, resting their hips together and ignoring how their jeans chafe against his skin. He does it again, tightening his grip on Jonghyun’s hands and relishes in the way the elder’s breath becomes irregular. He hides his smirk in his neck and presses soft kisses to the skin there until he can hear Jonghyun panting beneath him.
Jonghyun untangles their fingers to caress down Kibum’s bare sides and hook a thumb under the tight waistband of his pants while his other hands travels down his front, halting Kibum’s motions. He unbuttons and unzips the denim, confusing Kibum a bit when he sits up straight but the younger understands at once when Jonghyun tugs him into his lap by his belt loops.
“Come here,” Jonghyun mumbles slyly and Kibum doesn’t need to be told twice; he wraps himself around the other and dives in for another kiss. He feels his pants being pulled down just below his bum, dragging his boxers along with them and outright shivers when Jonghyun’s finger runs between his cheeks. He breaks their kiss to bite his lip when Jonghyun begins tracing small circles around him. He looks at Kibum, all plush parted lips and hooded eyes holding an expression that never fails to make him melt, that has his heart swelling in his chest in a mess of feelings.
“Jonghyun,” he gasps breathlessly as Jonghyun presses in for the first time. He instantly straightens in the elder’s hold, pushing back, and holds Jonghyun’s face to exhale onto his lips. Jonghyun tilts his head up to peck him.
“Is this okay?” he breathes, setting up a steady yet slow rhythm that Kibum quickly adjusts to.
Kibum clenches his jaw shut and shakes his head hastily, voice having temporarily left him because he couldn’t care less by then, not when Jonghyun is being so gentle and careful. He moans when he slips another finger inside him and Jonghyun nips at the side of his neck, his ear, teasing him with hot kisses until Kibum turns his head to catch his waiting lips.
He tries rocking his hips down a little harder, but winces when it becomes uncomfortable.
“Lube,” he croaks, half-heartedly pulling away. Jonghyun, attentive, stops immediately and pushes him down onto the bed before placing a small kiss to a corner of his lips and disappearing from the bedroom. Kibum doesn’t even bother pulling what’s left of his clothes off, instead raising a hand to fix his hair and trying to steady his breathing. It’s no use; his heartbeat is in a frenzy once more when Jonghyun enters the room again, bare-chested with the tub of lube in his hand. He tosses it on the mattress beside him and climbs over Kibum - who is about to protest when Jonghyun slips his hand into his underwear but shuts up at once when he feels two slick fingers prodding him. He rolls his hips, with no discomfort this time, and groans when Jonghyun slides in deep.
“Better?” he asks and Kibum can only nod, eyes tightly shut. He smiles when he feels a light peck to his cheek, followed by a thumb tracing hasty circles around one of his nipples. He bites his bottom lip and stretches himself out because he knows how to tease; he cracks an eye open to see Jonghyun openly staring at him. He’d be lying if he said he didn’t like it, so he groans again a little louder and wraps a hand around Jonghyun’s wrist. Jonghyun’s breath is suddenly hot on his neck, in his ear and he thinks he’s got him - only to gasp when his nipple is harshly pinched and twisted, Jonghyun’s other hand slipping out of him to squeeze his length a little too tightly.
“Jjong,” he whines, frowning, and the elder releases him with a chuckle, soothing him with a few slow strokes. He tries to bite Jonghyun’s lip off as revenge when the latter leans in for a kiss, which frustratingly only makes him chuckle more.
“To me you’re like a playful fox,” Jonghyun croons his old lyrics, with possibly the worst timing ever Kibum can’t help but think. He rolls his eyes and settles for a straightforward “shut up” as he shoves at the other’s chest but Jonghyun is apparently unrelenting.
“You play me all day,” he continues to sing, unfazed, “pushing me, pulling me.”
“Oh my god, shut up,” Kibum repeats with another push, yet he’s stifling a grin and trying to contain his laughter at how ridiculous Jonghyun is being.
“Once again!” Jonghyun squeaks out the high notes. “You can be my Juliette!” comes the rest, his broken English a little rusty and Kibum is outright laughing by then. Jonghyun pokes him in the side, making him squirm on the mattress even more and wheeze with laughter. The elder pulls at the elastic on his boxers and lets it come down with a slap, but even that’s not enough to shush Kibum. In the end, they both shut up when Jonghyun resorts to kissing him, proceeding to wrestle down his jeans for him and mock-growling to his lips, nipping them. Kibum giggles again, clothes halfway down his thighs, and Jonghyun tugs at his lip before pulling back and hovering above him with a playful look in his dark brown eyes. Kibum reaches out to him, one of his hands carding through his hair and the other at his neck to pull him down.
“You’re going to be an amazing father,” he says with a small, fond smile.
“Now that’s bedroom talk you don’t hear every day,” Jonghyun jokes as he helps him slide out of his pant leg.
Kibum is laughing once more, partly because of Jonghyun’s strange humour and partly because of this soaring feeling in his chest; really, there’s nowhere else he’d rather be than right here, right now with this man who can make him laugh so freely while undressing him, while he’s about to make love to him. It’s like things never changed, like despite everything they’re still the same. And Kibum knows, he just knows that all those second thoughts were time wasted.
|| A Matter of Lazy Mornings
Rating: R/NC-17
Genre: tooth-rotting Fluff, somewhat Smut
Summary:Kibum worries about many things, but then again there’s nowhere else he’d rather be.
A/N: Yes, I used this setting as an excuse for fluffy-almost-sexy times wherein Jonghyun is a derp again. Also, quite fittingly, this popped up on yt today ^^. It takes place before A Matter of Linguistics, before they even have a child. (The drabbles are all linked in chronological order at the end.) Thank you for reading! This was going to be much longer but I decided to cut it where it felt right.
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“This is the last one,” Kibum announces as he crosses the doorframe, carrying a small cardboard box in his hands. He sets it down on top of countless others lining the wall of the empty living room right next to the entrance hall while Jonghyun searches for his wallet to tip the men they hired to help them move.
He shuts the door behind them after having thanked them one last time and turns around to survey their new, empty home save for the few pieces of furniture they had already gathered. Kibum is sitting cross-legged on the hardwood floor, tearing open a box. He glances up from his work when Jonghyun settles beside him and flashes him a small, quick smile. Jonghyun sneaks an arm around him and pulls him closer.
“Our home,” he says, and those two simple words are enough to have Kibum grinning despite himself.
“I still can’t believe this,” Kibum mumbles bashfully, looking down and sorting through the box’s contents. Something about this still feels so surreal to him, like he can’t quite believe that he is finally getting everything he could only have dreamed of in the past.
“What?” Jonghyun asks, intrigued and somewhat excited, arm still wrapped around the younger. “Us moving here or the adoption?”
“Both,” Kibum replies honestly. “Can you help me bring all the dishes to the kitchen?”
Jonghyun nods and stands up, picking up the box Kibum is pointing to. He sets it down on the counter and opens up all the cupboards and drawers in an attempt to visualize what could go where. Kibum soon joins him with another box and they spend a few minutes discussing - arguing, really - how to arrange their kitchen. They eventually get to work, slowly emptying box after box until all essential items are stored away. Their home already seems less empty considering it isn’t very big, but it’s what they both want.
Kibum hastily opens up yet another stacked cardboard box, ignoring Jonghyun’s complaint to just leave the rest of the unpacking to the next day, but goes still once he finds out what’s inside. Jonghyun watches him curiously before attempting to peek over the younger’s shoulder. Kibum reaches out, somewhat tentatively, to pick up the blue, footed baby pyjama lying on top of the carefully folded pile of newborn-sized clothes. He’s met with mixed emotions - anxiousness, concern, but also excitement - yet the way Jonghyun’s breath glides down his neck and beneath the collar of his shirt chases away the negative thoughts almost immediately. He leans back into the warm chest before setting the tiny pyjama back down and cradling the box in his arms to trudge up the narrow staircase, Jonghyun following close behind with another box tucked under his arm. Kibum sets it down in the first room to their left; it’s small and square with creamy mint green walls, completely empty apart from a short white dresser. Kibum fumbles with one of the box’s split corners as he gets caught up imagining what the small room would look like when it would no longer be empty - what it would represent.
“We still need to buy a crib,” Jonghyun speaks from the doorway, pulling Kibum out of his thoughts. The younger sighs and nods.
“I was thinking white, with yellow sheets,” Kibum says absent-mindedly, meaning to go back down the stairs to fetch more boxes but Jonghyun catches his wrist before he can slip by.
“Hey, I know you’re nervous,” Jonghyun speaks, barely above a whisper as his other hand wraps around his arm as well to pull him close, “I am too. But I really think we’re ready for this.”
Kibum gives into a grateful smile when Jonghyun’s thumbs start rubbing circles into his hands, and he clutches back as an unspoken thanks. The last thing he sees is a small, matching smile on the elder’s lips before his eyes slide shut as he’s being kissed. It's simple, so simple but it makes Kibum feel warm all over and he decides he wants more. He untangles one of their hands to slip his fingers in Jonghyun’s hair and tilt his head; it’s better, but not quite, because the fleeting brush of tongues still isn’t enough. He slowly pushes Jonghyun against the doorframe - he knows he’s being eager and sort of wants to smack the elder for smiling so blatantly into their kiss, but he’s been a bundle of emotions for the past few days at the thought of moving, at the thought of actually starting a family he could call his own and he doesn’t quite know how to deal with that but he trusts Jonghyun. He loves him more than anything and even through his doubts and fears, he chooses to believe him when he says they’ll be okay.
Jonghyun pulls away with a chuckle and Kibum blinks blearily at the sudden loss until he feels fingertips trailing along his jaw.
“Why are you laughing?” Kibum whispers with a slight frown, hand lowering to scratch at the other’s nape.
Jonghyun merely shakes his head, as though it were nothing, and leans back in for another kiss. Kibum presses himself close again, because with all the planning and packing it’s been a while and he thinks he needs this right now. With so many changes going on he needs something familiar, something as reassuring as it is amazing.
“It’s just so you,” Jonghyun eventually mumbles against his lips, minutes later. Its relevance isn’t lost on Kibum, who turns away to roll his eyes but grants the other a small peck on the lips before tugging him away. Jonghyun seems to catch up with him once they’re halfway down the hall, just outside of their new bedroom. He picks Kibum up suddenly, hoisting him up by his thighs in a way that has the younger releasing a muffled yelp of surprise. He accidentally bites down on Jonghyun’s lip when his knee knocks into the door but Jonghyun just chuckles again before putting him down. His hands slide up his thighs, over his bum and up under his shirt which gets tugged off of him soon after. Kibum hurriedly does the same to Jonghyun, who sits down on the edge of their new mattress and pulls Kibum down beside him.
Jonghyun kisses him slowly this time and Kibum can only oblige, in no mood to tease. He raises a hand to the elder’s chest and pushes him backwards onto the bed devoid of sheets, easily settling between his legs. He hovers above Jonghyun, breathing a little heavy already and can’t help but smile when the elder laces their fingers together and cranes his neck to touch their lips.
“I love you,” Kibum blurts out, but Jonghyun doesn’t want to talk; he smothers his mouth into a more heated kiss and hums in response. Kibum slowly rocks forward, resting their hips together and ignoring how their jeans chafe against his skin. He does it again, tightening his grip on Jonghyun’s hands and relishes in the way the elder’s breath becomes irregular. He hides his smirk in his neck and presses soft kisses to the skin there until he can hear Jonghyun panting beneath him.
Jonghyun untangles their fingers to caress down Kibum’s bare sides and hook a thumb under the tight waistband of his pants while his other hands travels down his front, halting Kibum’s motions. He unbuttons and unzips the denim, confusing Kibum a bit when he sits up straight but the younger understands at once when Jonghyun tugs him into his lap by his belt loops.
“Come here,” Jonghyun mumbles slyly and Kibum doesn’t need to be told twice; he wraps himself around the other and dives in for another kiss. He feels his pants being pulled down just below his bum, dragging his boxers along with them and outright shivers when Jonghyun’s finger runs between his cheeks. He breaks their kiss to bite his lip when Jonghyun begins tracing small circles around him. He looks at Kibum, all plush parted lips and hooded eyes holding an expression that never fails to make him melt, that has his heart swelling in his chest in a mess of feelings.
“Jonghyun,” he gasps breathlessly as Jonghyun presses in for the first time. He instantly straightens in the elder’s hold, pushing back, and holds Jonghyun’s face to exhale onto his lips. Jonghyun tilts his head up to peck him.
“Is this okay?” he breathes, setting up a steady yet slow rhythm that Kibum quickly adjusts to.
Kibum clenches his jaw shut and shakes his head hastily, voice having temporarily left him because he couldn’t care less by then, not when Jonghyun is being so gentle and careful. He moans when he slips another finger inside him and Jonghyun nips at the side of his neck, his ear, teasing him with hot kisses until Kibum turns his head to catch his waiting lips.
He tries rocking his hips down a little harder, but winces when it becomes uncomfortable.
“Lube,” he croaks, half-heartedly pulling away. Jonghyun, attentive, stops immediately and pushes him down onto the bed before placing a small kiss to a corner of his lips and disappearing from the bedroom. Kibum doesn’t even bother pulling what’s left of his clothes off, instead raising a hand to fix his hair and trying to steady his breathing. It’s no use; his heartbeat is in a frenzy once more when Jonghyun enters the room again, bare-chested with the tub of lube in his hand. He tosses it on the mattress beside him and climbs over Kibum - who is about to protest when Jonghyun slips his hand into his underwear but shuts up at once when he feels two slick fingers prodding him. He rolls his hips, with no discomfort this time, and groans when Jonghyun slides in deep.
“Better?” he asks and Kibum can only nod, eyes tightly shut. He smiles when he feels a light peck to his cheek, followed by a thumb tracing hasty circles around one of his nipples. He bites his bottom lip and stretches himself out because he knows how to tease; he cracks an eye open to see Jonghyun openly staring at him. He’d be lying if he said he didn’t like it, so he groans again a little louder and wraps a hand around Jonghyun’s wrist. Jonghyun’s breath is suddenly hot on his neck, in his ear and he thinks he’s got him - only to gasp when his nipple is harshly pinched and twisted, Jonghyun’s other hand slipping out of him to squeeze his length a little too tightly.
“Jjong,” he whines, frowning, and the elder releases him with a chuckle, soothing him with a few slow strokes. He tries to bite Jonghyun’s lip off as revenge when the latter leans in for a kiss, which frustratingly only makes him chuckle more.
“To me you’re like a playful fox,” Jonghyun croons his old lyrics, with possibly the worst timing ever Kibum can’t help but think. He rolls his eyes and settles for a straightforward “shut up” as he shoves at the other’s chest but Jonghyun is apparently unrelenting.
“You play me all day,” he continues to sing, unfazed, “pushing me, pulling me.”
“Oh my god, shut up,” Kibum repeats with another push, yet he’s stifling a grin and trying to contain his laughter at how ridiculous Jonghyun is being.
“Once again!” Jonghyun squeaks out the high notes. “You can be my Juliette!” comes the rest, his broken English a little rusty and Kibum is outright laughing by then. Jonghyun pokes him in the side, making him squirm on the mattress even more and wheeze with laughter. The elder pulls at the elastic on his boxers and lets it come down with a slap, but even that’s not enough to shush Kibum. In the end, they both shut up when Jonghyun resorts to kissing him, proceeding to wrestle down his jeans for him and mock-growling to his lips, nipping them. Kibum giggles again, clothes halfway down his thighs, and Jonghyun tugs at his lip before pulling back and hovering above him with a playful look in his dark brown eyes. Kibum reaches out to him, one of his hands carding through his hair and the other at his neck to pull him down.
“You’re going to be an amazing father,” he says with a small, fond smile.
“Now that’s bedroom talk you don’t hear every day,” Jonghyun jokes as he helps him slide out of his pant leg.
Kibum is laughing once more, partly because of Jonghyun’s strange humour and partly because of this soaring feeling in his chest; really, there’s nowhere else he’d rather be than right here, right now with this man who can make him laugh so freely while undressing him, while he’s about to make love to him. It’s like things never changed, like despite everything they’re still the same. And Kibum knows, he just knows that all those second thoughts were time wasted.
|| A Matter of Lazy Mornings