A Matter of Warmth (Drabble)
Pairing: domestic!JongKey
Rating: PG
Genre: tooth-rotting, toe-curling Fluff
Summary:He knows something much better, much warmer awaits him if he braves this through.
A/N: k_pop4life, this cuddle fic is dedicated to you. The title is oh but so wistful because I'm currently turning into an icicle.
My friend told me she would prefer reading these in the order they were written, so here: Linguistics 2 3 Balance Surprises Change Wishful Thinking Perseverance Occasion Timing Wonder Monsters Under the Bed.
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Kibum shakes himself on the doormat, brushing off the snow from his shoulders before stepping inside with a shiver. He quickly rids himself of his scarf, coat, boots, gritting his teeth against the cold that still seems to permeate his skin. He doesn’t slow down, doesn’t stop to rub his hands together because he knows something much better, much warmer awaits him if he braves this through. He sets his bag down by the kitchen table, resigning himself to putting it away properly in the morning, intent on ignoring his cell phone for the night.
It’s quiet - the peaceful kind, not eerily so - as he makes his way up the narrow staircase. He finds the first door to the left in the dark, fumbling a bit for the doorknob until it creaks open and floods the hall with the soft glow of a nightlight. Slowly, he approaches the white crib, leaning over the railing to have a look at the baby boy laid out inside. His small lips are pursed into a pout, slightly opened, and one of his arms is raised above his head, tubby fingers curled into a loose fist. Kibum goes still, watching with a smile as his son breathes in and out. When he’s sure the little boy is fast asleep, deep in dreamland, he extends a hand to straighten his pyjamas and comb through his short, messy black hair, lingering a few seconds more before retreating to his own bedroom.
He eyes the lump of covers to the side of the bed with a different smile and suddenly finds himself rushing once more, stripping out of his clothes and sucking in a breath as cool air licks up his back. He pulls on a clean shirt, not bothering to change out of his boxers before tiptoeing barefoot to their bed. He slips under the covers; they’re already warm, but even warmer is the body next to him.
He inches closer to Jonghyun, hands searching blindly for his waist to pull himself against him. He presses into the elder’s back, arm snug around his side and soaks up the much needed heat with a lazy sigh. Tired eyes fall shut and Kibum nuzzles into the nape of Jonghyun’s neck, brushing his hair aside to poke the cold tip of his nose into the other’s tan skin. Jonghyun smells like soap and baby powder, he thinks distractedly.
He toys with the edge of Jonghyun’s shirt for a second before sneaking his chilled fingers beneath it and dragging his knuckles over the muscles of his stomach. Jonghyun suddenly jerks awake, body shifting away from the sensation, bowing himself back against Kibum who feels a little repentant for having woken him up but not enough to stop. He lays his palm flat on the other’s abdomen, chuckling into the furrow behind Jonghyun’s ear when he lets out a muted gasp.
“Sorry,” Kibum whispers, only half-meaning it.
Jonghyun doesn’t answer, not audibly, but sinks back into the mattress and into Kibum. It’s in moments like these that the latter can’t wipe the smile off his face, can’t help but pucker his lips to kiss at any part of Jonghyun he can reach.
“How was the musical?” the elder speaks groggily.
Kibum hums lowly and hugs him tighter, hooking his knee over Jonghyun’s thigh.
“Good,” he mumbles, “definitely better than last time. Nobody’s voice cracked,” he adds in good humour.
Jonghyun laughs breathily, hand moving under the covers to find Kibum’s and clasp their fingers together in front of his stomach. Kibum could purr at how good this all feels, at how it soothes and pleases him like no other. His fingertips prickle pleasantly, warming up at once.
“How was Myungki?” he has to ask, thinking back to the baby boy sleeping across the hall.
It takes a few seconds for Jonghyun to answer, and when he does so his voice is thick and his words are slow.
“He didn’t eat as much so I gave him more milk.”
“And how was the conversation?” Kibum whispers teasingly, betraying how fond he was of the little one’s babbling and Jonghyun’s manner of answering knowingly.
“We had lots to talk about,” comes the playful reply, and soon silence envelops them once more. Kibum can feel Jonghyun’s breathing steadily deepen, but the tight grip on his hand tells him the other isn’t sleeping just yet.
As sneakily as he can, Kibum rubs his foot along Jonghyun’s calf to pull up his flannel pants before touching his freezing toes to the elder’s exposed leg. The reaction is immediate, with a sharp intake of breath followed by a muffled swear word.
“You-” Jonghyun starts, threat unfinished yet clear as he squirms on the mattress and ends up facing Kibum with a hand on the younger’s ankle. He stops complaining soon enough, leaving Kibum to chuckle, smile turning a little sly as he ducks down to run his nose along Jonghyun’s jaw and brush his lips against his throat.
Fingers under his chin keep him from continuing his path of kisses down the elder’s neck, instead tilting his face to place a light peck to his mouth.
“Hi,” Jonghyun drawls, eyes half-closed as he faces Kibum for the first time that night.
“Hey,” Kibum breathes out, draping his arm over Jonghyun’s waist once more to pull him in. The elder’s eyes fall shut, humming as Kibum draws him nearer to nestle against his chest, settling back into him and sliding a leg between his. Jonghyun’s arm snakes around him, heavy and familiar, and Kibum thinks it’s amazing how he can’t seem to remember - let alone feel - the cold.
|| A Matter of Desperation
Rating: PG
Genre: tooth-rotting, toe-curling Fluff
Summary:He knows something much better, much warmer awaits him if he braves this through.
A/N: k_pop4life, this cuddle fic is dedicated to you. The title is oh but so wistful because I'm currently turning into an icicle.
My friend told me she would prefer reading these in the order they were written, so here: Linguistics 2 3 Balance Surprises Change Wishful Thinking Perseverance Occasion Timing Wonder Monsters Under the Bed.
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Kibum shakes himself on the doormat, brushing off the snow from his shoulders before stepping inside with a shiver. He quickly rids himself of his scarf, coat, boots, gritting his teeth against the cold that still seems to permeate his skin. He doesn’t slow down, doesn’t stop to rub his hands together because he knows something much better, much warmer awaits him if he braves this through. He sets his bag down by the kitchen table, resigning himself to putting it away properly in the morning, intent on ignoring his cell phone for the night.
It’s quiet - the peaceful kind, not eerily so - as he makes his way up the narrow staircase. He finds the first door to the left in the dark, fumbling a bit for the doorknob until it creaks open and floods the hall with the soft glow of a nightlight. Slowly, he approaches the white crib, leaning over the railing to have a look at the baby boy laid out inside. His small lips are pursed into a pout, slightly opened, and one of his arms is raised above his head, tubby fingers curled into a loose fist. Kibum goes still, watching with a smile as his son breathes in and out. When he’s sure the little boy is fast asleep, deep in dreamland, he extends a hand to straighten his pyjamas and comb through his short, messy black hair, lingering a few seconds more before retreating to his own bedroom.
He eyes the lump of covers to the side of the bed with a different smile and suddenly finds himself rushing once more, stripping out of his clothes and sucking in a breath as cool air licks up his back. He pulls on a clean shirt, not bothering to change out of his boxers before tiptoeing barefoot to their bed. He slips under the covers; they’re already warm, but even warmer is the body next to him.
He inches closer to Jonghyun, hands searching blindly for his waist to pull himself against him. He presses into the elder’s back, arm snug around his side and soaks up the much needed heat with a lazy sigh. Tired eyes fall shut and Kibum nuzzles into the nape of Jonghyun’s neck, brushing his hair aside to poke the cold tip of his nose into the other’s tan skin. Jonghyun smells like soap and baby powder, he thinks distractedly.
He toys with the edge of Jonghyun’s shirt for a second before sneaking his chilled fingers beneath it and dragging his knuckles over the muscles of his stomach. Jonghyun suddenly jerks awake, body shifting away from the sensation, bowing himself back against Kibum who feels a little repentant for having woken him up but not enough to stop. He lays his palm flat on the other’s abdomen, chuckling into the furrow behind Jonghyun’s ear when he lets out a muted gasp.
“Sorry,” Kibum whispers, only half-meaning it.
Jonghyun doesn’t answer, not audibly, but sinks back into the mattress and into Kibum. It’s in moments like these that the latter can’t wipe the smile off his face, can’t help but pucker his lips to kiss at any part of Jonghyun he can reach.
“How was the musical?” the elder speaks groggily.
Kibum hums lowly and hugs him tighter, hooking his knee over Jonghyun’s thigh.
“Good,” he mumbles, “definitely better than last time. Nobody’s voice cracked,” he adds in good humour.
Jonghyun laughs breathily, hand moving under the covers to find Kibum’s and clasp their fingers together in front of his stomach. Kibum could purr at how good this all feels, at how it soothes and pleases him like no other. His fingertips prickle pleasantly, warming up at once.
“How was Myungki?” he has to ask, thinking back to the baby boy sleeping across the hall.
It takes a few seconds for Jonghyun to answer, and when he does so his voice is thick and his words are slow.
“He didn’t eat as much so I gave him more milk.”
“And how was the conversation?” Kibum whispers teasingly, betraying how fond he was of the little one’s babbling and Jonghyun’s manner of answering knowingly.
“We had lots to talk about,” comes the playful reply, and soon silence envelops them once more. Kibum can feel Jonghyun’s breathing steadily deepen, but the tight grip on his hand tells him the other isn’t sleeping just yet.
As sneakily as he can, Kibum rubs his foot along Jonghyun’s calf to pull up his flannel pants before touching his freezing toes to the elder’s exposed leg. The reaction is immediate, with a sharp intake of breath followed by a muffled swear word.
“You-” Jonghyun starts, threat unfinished yet clear as he squirms on the mattress and ends up facing Kibum with a hand on the younger’s ankle. He stops complaining soon enough, leaving Kibum to chuckle, smile turning a little sly as he ducks down to run his nose along Jonghyun’s jaw and brush his lips against his throat.
Fingers under his chin keep him from continuing his path of kisses down the elder’s neck, instead tilting his face to place a light peck to his mouth.
“Hi,” Jonghyun drawls, eyes half-closed as he faces Kibum for the first time that night.
“Hey,” Kibum breathes out, draping his arm over Jonghyun’s waist once more to pull him in. The elder’s eyes fall shut, humming as Kibum draws him nearer to nestle against his chest, settling back into him and sliding a leg between his. Jonghyun’s arm snakes around him, heavy and familiar, and Kibum thinks it’s amazing how he can’t seem to remember - let alone feel - the cold.
|| A Matter of Desperation