Hitchhiking, Baby (Oneshot)
Pairing: Dream Girl era!Jonghyun / teenage!Key
Rating: NC-17
Genre: Smut, Humour (crack?)
Word count: 7400
Note: Fill for this prompt over at jongkeykink!
WARNING: features underage sex and magical time travelling elevators
A/N: Hitchhiking (the song) popped into my head when I pondered what to title this, it's quite fitting ^^ This was loads of fun!
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Kibum could have sworn the elevator skipped a floor.
Worming through the backstage area of the Mnet studio on his own might have been a bad idea, he thinks as the elevator finally opens onto a floor he has no memory of. All he wants is to find a washroom and rush back to his bandmates in time for their performance. It hadn’t seemed too hard a task yet here he is, standing between the opened elevator doors and frowning as he takes in the unfamiliar hallway in front of him.
He’s never been here before, that he’s sure of. When he pushes the button to head back to the basement where the green rooms are, the elevator doesn’t budge and the button won’t even light up. Kibum sighs - just his luck. Now he’ll have to find stairs.
This hallway isn’t the bland cream colour he’s used to, but is instead a charcoal, crackled black. He has no idea where he could be and he vows to keep this entire thing a secret because he knows the members would tease him endlessly if they knew he’d gone and gotten himself lost before a show. Even Taemin, the only person Kibum knows who is capable of losing only one shoe in a pair, can find his way around here.
Carefully, he walks out and rounds the corner only to see the hallway stretch further down, leading to double doors. He almost jumps out of his skin when the sound of the elevator’s chime surprises him from behind and he turns around just in time to see a cameraman walk out. Kibum frowns at the traitorous elevator and is about to head back towards it when the cameraman swivels on his heels and almost backs up into him.
Kibum barely has time to dodge the camera perched on the man’s shoulder before the elevator opens again and more people pour out. He tries to peek around the man, hoping someone has come to find him, but only manages to catch a glimpse of what appears to be an edgy boyband complete with industrial amounts of hairspray and odd, colourful clothes. One of them greets the camera briefly as they pass by, sounding uncannily like Minho. The cameraman follows them down the hall and Kibum is left standing alone and confused because, for the first time since debut, he has no idea who this group could be. Only then does he notice the last member trailing behind, approaching him with his head tilted downwards as he fiddles with the zipper on the sleeve of his bright blue leather jacket. He’s rather short, with dyed brown hair. He looks vaguely familiar and Kibum is sure he’s seen him before when he lifts his head and locks eyes with Kibum. He freezes, going perfectly still with his mouth half-opened in a way that has Kibum frowning until he realizes the guy looks too much like his very own Jonghyun. Still, everything seems off; from the circle lenses to the smoky makeup to the overly-styled hair, not to mention the bulky shoulders under his jacket. Kibum is really confused because last he checked Jonghyun didn’t have a gay, older brother.
“Kibum?” the guy blurts out, seemingly just as confused as Kibum what with the way his eyes are round as coins. “You changed your…” he trails off, gaze lowering to take in the rest of Kibum’s body. Kibum feels oddly out of place, and not just because he’s lost.
They stand there staring at each other and for one ludicrous second Kibum wonders if this is really Jonghyun. The resemblance goes beyond appearance he realizes as the guy tilts his head and cocks his hip to the side, studying Kibum.
“Feeling nostalgic?” the guy finally speaks. “I swear you look sixteen again.”
Kibum doesn’t speak, can’t speak because beyond all reason he’s now sure this is Jonghyun.
“Wow,” he goes on airily, eyes a bit glassy, “maybe that last coffee wasn’t such a good idea. I’m just going to, uh,” he pauses, pointing a thumb over his shoulder, posture stiff, “go.”
He turns around after casting Kibum one last, long look. He’s about to disappear behind the corner when Kibum can’t help himself; he needs to know.
“Jonghyun?” he calls out.
The guy, Jonghyun, turns around, and Kibum feels his stomach coil into knots. Jonghyun’s face twists when their eyes meet - it looks like he is experiencing the same thing.
“Yeah?” He sounds unsure, and Kibum is almost relieved that he isn’t the only confused one.
“I-“ Kibum starts to say. “I’m lost.”
Jonghyun frowns as he steps closer again, seeming thoughtful.
“You’re not really Kibum, are you?”
Kibum wonders if Jonghyun is joking, if the entire universe is joking for that matter, but he answers nonetheless.
“I am.” And he nods.
Jonghyun starts laughing, startling Kibum with the sheer volume of it. He doubles over and slaps his thigh but stops himself when he notices Kibum isn’t laughing. He looks down the hallway behind him, which is deserted, and grabs Kibum by the elbow to drag him into the elevator. Kibum has half a mind to protest but in truth he’s more glad than anything to not be the only one freaking out.
Jonghyun brings them to another floor now that the elevator is miraculously working again. This floor is rather crowded but he quickly pulls Kibum into a room, shutting the door behind them. Ironically, it’s a washroom.
“Okay,” Jonghyun speaks in a hurry, pacing in front of the mirror, “who are you and why do you look like Kibum?”
“I could ask you the same thing,” Kibum answers.
“This isn’t funny.”
“I know it isn’t,” Kibum replies bluntly, beginning to feel like the calmer one even though he is still very much lost in all ways. “Look, I was just looking for a washroom and I got lost. I don’t know what’s going on but when I left, you certainly didn’t look like that. If it really is you,” he adds for his sanity’s sake.
“I’m sorry, it’s just you look exactly like my bandmate did… four years ago now. He has the same name.”
“Jjong, it’s me,” Kibum says with assurance now, because even if it makes no sense he thinks he’s beginning to grasp the situation. “But four years ago we hadn’t even met.”
Jonghyun goes quiet, studying Kibum like he might jump and shout “April Fools’!” or possibly sprout a third arm. He can almost see the moment it dawns on Jonghyun, the moment he considers what Kibum is also considering.
“I really shouldn’t have had that last coffee,” Jonghyun says after a while.
“You don’t drink coffee,” Kibum says, a question in his tone.
“Well,” and Jonghyun sighs before meeting Kibum’s eyes, “I do now.”
There’s an unspoken understanding between them after that not to mention what’s happening (because it can’t possibly be happening). Jonghyun needs to perform and he needs his full sanity to do so, hence why he thoughtfully tells Kibum to stay hidden in the bathroom while he goes out. Kibum doesn’t appreciate all this time alone, left to mull over what’s happening. He’s worked himself into a quiet panic by the time Jonghyun returns, rather sweaty.
“You can’t stay here,” Jonghyun speaks at once and Kibum rolls his eyes because Jonghyun is apparently still an idiot.
“Obviously not,” he replies, short on patience after having paced around the small washroom countless times already. “But it looks like I’m stuck here anyway.”
Jonghyun dangles car keys in front of him before saying, “Come on, I’m taking you back to the dorm.”
Kibum openly gapes at him. “You passed your license? They let you drive?”
Jonghyun’s shoulders suddenly slump a little. “You know,” he says slowly, “age doesn’t change you much.”
Kibum is left to bite back a smile as Jonghyun smuggles him towards the exit, unnoticed. This should be weird, this whole ‘accidently stepping into the future’ thing and meeting an older, buff Jonghyun, but it isn’t. Not really. Jonghyun, appearance aside, is just the same and Kibum finds himself trusting him more than he probably should.
Jonghyun’s car, and Kibum takes a minute to process that fact alone, is black and too big for him. Somehow that doesn’t surprise Kibum, though. He climbs into the passenger seat and watches, a bit anxious, as Jonghyun pulls out of the parking lot.
“So how did it happen?” Jonghyun asks, looking at him sideways and Kibum can’t help but tense in his seat. He is somewhat doubtful of the older boy’s abilities behind the wheel of a car.
“Um,” Kibum mutters, trying to find the words to explain, “I was in the elevator, going to the washrooms, and then it, like, skipped a floor and stalled and opened into the future apparently.”
Kibum feels stupid uttering the very thing, but Jonghyun only nods thoughtfully, casting him another glance.
“We need to get you back,” Jonghyun speaks the obvious. Kibum resists the urge to roll his eyes. “I’ll bum a key to the building off one of the managers and we’ll sneak in early and get you back into the elevator.” Jonghyun turns his head again to address him, “Do you think that’ll work?”
“I don’t - EYES ON THE ROAD!” Kibum yells when the car in front of them breaks suddenly. Jonghyun floors the breaks and Kibum thinks it a miracle that the cars behind them don’t pile up.
“Sorry,” Jonghyun says, sounding a little too amused. Kibum huffs and sinks down in his seat.
“I knew you’d suck at driving,” he mumbles. Jonghyun merely chuckles, leaving Kibum to clench his fists for the rest of the ride.
Kibum is not expecting to be led to a different building than the one’s he used to and even less expecting to find two small dogs jumping at his feet when he steps inside his future dorm. One has short legs with floppy ears and the other one is smaller, with curly brown fur. They look ecstatic to see him and Kibum takes comfort in the fact that these dogs apparently don’t mind what body he’s in. He crouches down to pet them and the little brown one tries to crawl into his lap.
“Meet the kids,” Jonghyun says with a smile. He bends down to scratch the darker one’s head.
“We have dogs?” Kibum asks. Somehow the future only keeps getting better.
Jonghyun chuckles again as he stands up. “I don’t think I should be telling you too much about the future.”
Kibum eyes the pup in front of him sadly, but he understands. He looks up at Jonghyun and nods; as much as he’s curious, it could really screw him up if he knows too much.
Jonghyun motions for him to follow as he brings him further into the dorm, passing quickly through the living room although Kibum doesn’t miss the awards propped up next to the television. He cocks an eyebrow in surprise but Jonghyun soon shuffles him into a bedroom. It’s tiny, with one single bed lined up against a wall and Kibum frowns until it hits him.
“We have our own rooms?” he asks, bewildered. Granted he didn’t think they’d be sharing one bedroom forever, but to each have a room to call their own blows his mind in the best way possible.
“Maybe?” Jonghyun answers, and it’s painfully obvious that he’s trying to be vague about it. Kibum shakes his head, still a little disbelieving, before plopping down onto Jonghyun’s bed.
There’s no doubt that this is Jonghyun’s room, although Kibum has to admit he’s rather surprised by the number of accessories and handbags that litter the space. It’s a bit messy, too; that however doesn’t really surprise him. The very large, half-packed suitcase by the foot of his bed, though, that nearly knocks him breathless because of what it all implies.
“The others will be back later,” Jonghyun tells him, shrugging out of his jacket. Kibum sort of stops paying attention to what he’s saying because Jonghyun is wearing a mesh top underneath and it hugs his surprisingly large muscles in places that make Kibum stare. When did this happen?
“Kibum?” Jonghyun asks. He’s leaning forward to be at eye level with Kibum and the younger boy blinks, forcing his gaze away from the tan skin stretched over Jonghyun’s stocky shoulders.
“Huh?” is all that he can say.
“I said the other members all have busy schedules so they’ll be out for the rest of the evening, so I think you should just hide here until tomorrow morning. That sound okay?” he repeats with a slight lilt to his lips. Kibum almost asks him to repeat one more time because his face is very close and it’s hard not to stare at that, too.
“Okay,” Kibum agrees. It’s not like he has much choice, but camping out in Jonghyun’s bedroom doesn’t seem so bad - or not bad at all.
Jonghyun grants him a brief smile before standing up straight again. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to go shower,” he tells him, grabbing some clothes before walking out. “The others shouldn’t barge in,” he says over his shoulder as he walks away, “but if they do you can always hide in the closet.”
Kibum is left alone in the room once Jonghyun shuts the door behind himself. He’s pretty sure the older boy was joking because he looks around and doesn’t find a closet, only an overly-stuffed dresser. He can’t say he appreciates the joke, but it does get him thinking.
Jonghyun takes a long time in the shower and now that the initial shock of what’s happening has worn off a bit, Kibum finds himself rather bored. And curious.
He snoops around Jonghyun’s room, stubbing his toes on various things strewn across the floor that act to remind him that this isn’t a dream. Yes, a dream, because Kibum is past the point of calling it a nightmare.
He doesn’t find much, not that he expected to because he may be a young idol but he already knows how little privacy they are allowed and how good they can get at hiding things.
The thing is Kibum has always had a bit of a crush on Jonghyun, to say the least. They’d gotten along well when they were introduced amongst other trainees in the company and sooner than either of them would have thought they became good friends. Kibum never expected he’d be the type to fall for his best friend, but he couldn’t stop himself, not when Jonghyun was this ball of energy and sunshine in his life that he was inexplicably drawn to at all times.
He isn’t ready to admit out loud that he maybe wants more, but it is hard to deny now that he's seen Jonghyun older. It makes him realize that he wants to still be a part of his life four and some years down the road, still wants Jonghyun to make him smile and laugh on a daily basis. Jonghyun had been there for him when things had turned rough, and he doesn’t want what they have to fall apart for the sake of growing up.
When Jonghyun walks back into his bedroom, his hair is wet, darker and plastered to his forehead. His eyes are a familiar shade of dark brown, free of the circle lenses and the shorts he’s wearing show off rather skinny legs that don’t seem to match his sculpted upper body. A plain white t-shirt stretches across his biceps and Kibum thinks it’s a lot to take in at once.
Kibum flicks his bangs out of his face as Jonghyun bends over to check his laptop. His skin is a bit flushed from his shower and he looks tired now that his makeup has washed off. Kibum shifts on the bed, the silence making him uncomfortable.
“Why don’t you have a busy schedule like the others?” he asks, having thought over the question while the other was away.
Jonghyun laughs dryly, eyes still trained to his screen, before answering, “Oh believe me, I have a busy schedule too. But sometimes I like to keep a little time to write.”
“You write songs?” Kibum can’t help the smile that lights his face as he says so, because Jonghyun, his young and lanky Jonghyun has always wanted to try writing and Kibum is genuinely glad that he gets to.
Jonghyun looks over to him with a teasing smirk. “Award-winning songs,” he corrects.
Kibum snorts but it quickly dissolves into a small laugh. It’s quiet again as Jonghyun fiddles around on his computer, the pause a bit too long to be natural, and Kibum wonders if Jonghyun may be avoiding him.
In turn, he wonders what their relationship is like in the future, if they’re still close, if they still talk outside of schedules and if they still buy each other birthday gifts.
“Hey,” Jonghyun speaks, suddenly nearby and startling Kibum. He sinks down into a chair facing him. “You okay?”
Kibum nods, a reflex more than anything. “I was just,” he starts, sighing, “I was just wondering why this is happening. I mean, it’s pretty crazy.”
He looks up to find Jonghyun looking into his eyes, seeming concerned and Kibum feels something twist in his stomach. He slides the chair closer, looking off to the side for a moment before bringing his gaze back to Kibum.
“Well,” Jonghyun utters slowly, looking at Kibum intently, “why do you think it’s happening?”
“Messed up elevators?” Kibum tries with a forced chuckle. Jonghyun is making him nervous.
Jonghyun leans back in his chair, eyes never leaving Kibum. He looks thoughtful when suddenly he speaks up again. “I’m wondering why you never told me about this. Why won’t you tell me?”
“I don’t know?” is all Kibum can say. “I haven’t lived it yet. But I bet you wouldn’t even believe me if I did.”
Jonghyun nods to himself. “I guess.” He goes quiet again, his expression hard and serious. Kibum is left to fidget on the bed, not liking this new, heavy mood.
“Um,” Kibum blurts out before he can stop himself, “actually there’s something I’d like to say.”
Jonghyun’s gloomy expression drops at once when he faces Kibum again, this time looking curious.
Kibum knows this could be a very, terribly bad idea but he can’t shake off the feeling that he has to say something and that now might be the best time to do so. Soon, or hopefully soon, he’ll be back in his own year with a clueless Jonghyun who won’t know a thing of what happened or what he said, so he grabs the chance to unload. It’s something he thinks Jonghyun should know, anyway, and he can’t help it if he’s too scared to say it to his own, younger Jonghyun.
“I like you,” he says blandly, and it’s actually a huge relief to say it out loud, to have Jonghyun know even if it’s years late. “Or liked you, whatever.”
He watches as Jonghyun’s eyes go liquid at his words, big and round and Kibum can almost see his own reflection in them. He wrings his hands in his lap as he waits for him to say something, anything.
Kibum almost falls off the bed when Jonghyun barks out a laugh. He seems to do that a lot, Kibum notes. Still, his heart sinks in his chest and he straightens himself up, readying himself to tell Jonghyun that no, he’s not joking and that no, he can’t help it if he fell for an idiot.
“Jonghy-”
“I’m sorry,” he says, wiping tears of laughter from his eyes and looking everything but. “It’s just, Kibum, I already know that.”
Kibum blinks, stunned. “R-really?”
Jonghyun nods eagerly. “Wait, let me show you.”
He digs through his pocket and fishes out his phone - or phones, rather. He unlocks the smaller one, fingers sliding quickly over the touch screen as he goes through his folders. Kibum sees him press on one particular file and type in a rather long password before it opens up.
He turns his phone towards Kibum and the latter freezes when his eyes land on the picture displayed. It’s of the two of them; Kibum recognizes himself faster than his brain can process the image, in an intuitive way that tells him it’s really him. He’s blond, with his cheeks stretched into a smile but, most importantly, with his lips pressing to the edge of Jonghyun’s jaw. Jonghyun’s hair is a darker shade of brown than it is now, incredibly messy, and he looks directly at the camera with his own smile. His eyes are half-closed and he’s shirtless, Kibum’s arm curled snugly around his shoulders.
Kibum is struck speechless by it, mouth hanging open as he takes it in. Jonghyun chuckles as he pulls his phone back, placing a finger beneath Kibum’s chin to close his mouth.
“I know I should delete it just to be safe, but I really like it,” he shares as he closes the application and goes back to his plain black screensaver.
Kibum resists the urge to gape again. “W-when?” he asks breathily, staring blankly at Jonghyun’s phone like he can still see the picture.
Jonghyun cocks his head to the side, looking way too amused by Kibum’s reaction. “What do you mean, when?”
“When do we…” he can’t bring himself to finish his sentence - it feels like all the air in his lungs has rushed out of him at the revelation.
Jonghyun’s eyes turn a bit darker at this, yet somehow softer as well.
“I’m not sure I should tell you,” he answers carefully and Kibum nods once, albeit shakily. Jonghyun keeps looking at him, gaze a bit too intense, and Kibum bites down on his lower lip when he feels it tremble. As much as it makes him ecstatic to know that he’ll get everything - and more if the clues littered around the dorm hold any truth - he dreamt of in time, the way Jonghyun is looking at him tells him that there might be a catch.
“What is it?” Kibum asks, unsettled.
Jonghyun sighs, looking torn. It takes a while but he eventually answers, “Look, I don’t want to say too much but it doesn’t happen right away.”
Kibum nods in understanding. So the wait may not be pleasant is what Jonghyun is conveying. That’s okay, Kibum assures himself. It’s more than enough to know it’ll come in time, more than enough to know that it’s not unrequited like he thought it was. He looks down at his fingers wistfully, Jonghyun’s gaze heavy on him.
“Can you…” Kibum starts, unsure if he should continue because he’s about to ask for a whole lot, but Jonghyun is right there, gorgeous and warm and attentive, watching him with so much tenderness and care that Kibum can’t help but be selfish if only for a little while, for one short stolen moment. “Can you kiss me?”
Jonghyun smiles at him, but it’s a bit sad around the edges.
“Are you sure?”
“Yes,” Kibum answers right away; this he’s sure of.
“It’s kind of a huge spoiler,” Jonghyun jokes with a tiny tilted grin and Kibum chuckles as an answer. He isn’t sure if that means Jonghyun agreed, but then he leans forward and Kibum’s heartbeat picks up in his chest, thrumming under his skin.
He stops a breath away and Kibum suddenly goes stock-still.
“This doesn’t count as cheating, right?” he asks with a frown, and if Kibum wasn’t expecting to be kissed he would have shaken his head fondly.
“I already know it happened, Jjong,” Kibum reminds him, “well, the me in the future does. I’m okay with it now and I don’t think that’ll change.”
“That’s a no,” Jonghyun confirms, and Kibum’s heartbeat picks up in triple time when he cradles the side of his face in a large hand.
Jonghyun’s eyes are soft as they wander over his face and his hand is warm where it pushes his long, brown bangs back. He feels cherished, so loved, and that’s all he wanted.
The first press of their lips is chaste, a simple touch, but Kibum’s insides twist and sing at the feeling. He doesn’t even move, he can’t, but when Jonghyun draws back he wishes he had.
Jonghyun has a big, goofy smile slapped onto his face and Kibum feels his lips curl up to reciprocate.
“What is it?” he asks, because this isn’t a grin he’s familiar with.
“It’s just,” Jonghyun begins, and neither of them can seem to stop grinning dumbly, “this is kind of kinky.” Jonghyun seems tremendously pleased by that.
“You like it,” Kibum says pointedly. He’s a bit breathless and his heart won’t calm down, but if he’s reading Jonghyun correctly he thinks he’s about to get the wind knocked out of him.
“Hmm,” Jonghyun hums his agreement, thumb swiping over Kibum’s bottom lip. “You’re all small and baby-faced. I think I may be living one of my fantasies, actually.”
Kibum bites back a laugh; he should have known that being with Jonghyun would come easily.
“Small?” he repeats, falling into their banter effortlessly. “Don’t think I didn’t notice how I’m still taller than you. Have you grown at all since two thousand eight?”
Jonghyun groans, but he leans in to swiftly peck Kibum on the lips. “Always so mean to me,” he mumbles, tone light. “I’ll make you feel small.” He flexes his biceps at that and Kibum chortles, feeling inexplicably giddy. His chuckles turn into a grunt when Jonghyun tackles him onto the mattress.
Jonghyun wasn’t lying; when he leans down for another kiss, blanketing Kibum’s body with his own as he holds himself up on either side of Kibum’s head, the latter suddenly feels very small. It sends a thrill down his spine as his hands reach up to card through Jonghyun’s damp hair with a mind of their own. Jonghyun lets out a low, muted noise of approval and that’s all it takes for Kibum to melt onto the bed.
It isn’t long before Kibum is opening his mouth to let Jonghyun’s tongue stroke against his own, and if he had any doubts about this they are all put to rest by the way Jonghyun places a warm palm to his cheek, fingertips gently tracing the shell of his ear.
Jonghyun pulls away, wiping a thumb across the corner of Kibum’s lips, the spot shiny with saliva.
“You’re kind of sloppy,” Jonghyun tells him, only to flinch when Kibum lands a playful kick to his calf. “But you get much better,” he’s quick to add. “The key is to practice.”
Kibum rolls his eyes but welcomes Jonghyun’s lips with his own once more, letting his fingers glide down the elder’s neck to grasp at firm shoulders. They’re huge, or at least they feel like it in his hands, and his fingers tighten around them before he even knows what he’s doing.
Jonghyun only kisses him harder and Kibum slides his hands down to his biceps, feeling the muscles shift under Jonghyun’s skin. It’s riling him up more than he’d like to admit, but Jonghyun doesn’t seem to mind - if anything, it spurs him on, too.
Kibum can’t bring himself to stop; his hands move to palm Jonghyun’s chest and the noise Jonghyun makes at that is closer to a growl than anything else. Kibum is beyond turned on already, Jonghyun’s shirt suddenly very much in the way.
He reaches down to slip his hands beneath it, bringing them up his stomach as Jonghyun continues to coax his tongue out with his own. It’s a lot to process, especially as Kibum is made aware of Jonghyun’s abs when his palms slide past them.
He doesn’t get much further, because Jonghyun’s hands are suddenly around his wrists to still them. His eyes are dark when he sits up a little, taking in the sight of Kibum beneath him and leaving Kibum to flush.
“Oh my god,” Jonghyun mutters under his breath, and for one terrifying second Kibum thinks he’s having second thoughts about this. “I’m the guy,” he whispers, eyes impossibly wide.
“W-what?” Kibum stutters, panting a little. Jonghyun seems to sober up then, eyes focusing onto Kibum’s.
“You never told me much about your first time,” Jonghyun explains, “but most of all you always refused to tell me who it was with.”
Kibum feels his throat constrict at the words; his virginity was decidedly the last thing on his mind when he’d gotten up that morning, but then again he had never expected to stumble into his future dorm and kiss a grown-up Jonghyun senseless in his bed. He looks at Jonghyun, who’s a few years older than the Jonghyun he’s used to seeing but still somehow the same, still eager and genuine and playful, and suddenly it doesn’t seem like he has to think about it much at all.
He wants this, and he’ll still want it five years down the road. Jonghyun knows this and yet he asks, “Are you sure?” His eyes are big and round, a deep, rich brown as he stares into Kibum’s; Kibum stares back and it’s like he can’t breathe - but in a breath-taking sort of way.
“Yes,” and the word comes out as a gasp because it’s all a little overwhelming, yet Kibum holds Jonghyun’s stare with a steady gaze. Jonghyun nods slowly, cupping his cheek and planting a small, wet kiss to his nose.
“Okay,” he speaks softly, but then his tone changes into something more teasing, “I mean, it makes sense. You did say it was mind-blowing and that the guy was really hot.”
He prods Kibum in the ribs with his free hand and Kibum squirms and chuckles, ticklish, but still manages to shake his head at the man above him.
“Fine, you didn’t say that,” Jonghyun concedes lightly yet seriously. He sends Kibum a pointed look before continuing, “You said you didn’t regret it.”
“I know I won’t,” Kibum says, sure of himself. His hands slide up the back of Jonghyun’s shirt and he almost laughs at how Jonghyun’s eyes go wide for a second. Almost, because his mouth is claimed before the sound can leave his throat.
Jonghyun’s shirt is the first thing to go and, before he knows what he’s really doing, Kibum cranes his neck to nip at the warm, tan skin in front of him. He brings one of his hands to Jonghyun’s front, sliding it down his sculpted abdomen. Jonghyun groans, shifting above him and the muscles harden beneath Kibum’s lips. He licks at the red spot he’s bitten into the elder’s chest and Jonghyun lets out a noise he’s never heard before.
Jonghyun pulls at the front of his pants, fingers fumbling for the button and zipper. Kibum’s head falls back against the mattress when Jonghyun sidles down the bed, ridding Kibum of his pants and socks. He crawls up again to place his hands on Kibum’s small, thin waist and slides them up his sides, dragging his shirt up along with them.
Kibum shivers but there is no hesitation as he slips his arms through the sleeves. Jonghyun helps him stretch the neckline over his head and then it’s all suffocating warmth as he leans down for a long, lingering kiss.
Kibum keeps an arm around Jonghyun’s thick shoulders while his other hand wanders into his hair, grip loosening and tightening in time to match the intensity with which he kisses back. Jonghyun hums into his mouth when he starts tugging on the elder’s bottom lip, but pulls back to free it before going on to kiss down Kibum’s jaw and neck.
“I’ll make it so good,” he promises into the dip of Kibum’s clavicle. “Just relax.”
And Kibum tries, but Jonghyun then licks across his collarbone as he begins tugging down his underwear and Kibum feels like he’s falling apart.
“Tell me if you want to stop.”
Stopping is the furthest thing in his mind now that Jonghyun sits crouched between his legs, mouthing down the center of his chest. His fingers twist tightly in the elder’s hair until Jonghyun whines low in his throat and Kibum forces his fingers to loosen.
Jonghyun continues down to his stomach and Kibum can feel it quiver under the attention. His hands hook under his knees to spread them, leaving Kibum barer than he’s ever been.
Kibum watches, transfixed, as Jonghyun nuzzles the baby soft, sensitive skin on the inside of his thigh before biting down on the groove of his hip. The elder’s motions are swift but precise when his lips finally latch onto the tip of Kibum’s erection. Kibum lets out a languid moan, eyes slipping shut despite himself but opening soon enough to catch Jonghyun sinking down to the hilt. His hands fly down to his shoulders, fingernails digging into the muscles when Jonghyun starts up a slow pace, curling his tongue around the shaft every so often.
When Jonghyun’s mouth slips off, Kibum is partly embarrassed to admit that his hips lift up to follow.
“Good?” Jonghyun asks, fist wrapping around his cock to continue the work of his mouth.
Kibum answers him in a garbled mess of syllables that Jonghyun apparently understands because his lips press a kiss to the tip of his dick, smearing the drop of pre-cum that his fist had wrung out.
He’s so close already, and it doesn’t really help when Jonghyun starts sucking on two of his fingers. They glisten with spit by the time he’s done and Kibum is expecting many things when Jonghyun leans down once more but he isn’t expecting to have a flat, slimy tongue lapping at his hole.
His knees draw together on instinct, but Jonghyun reaches around to hold them open and down. The sight alone is enough to have Kibum shuddering in his grip as Jonghyun continues to tease the opening with little licks.
Kibum tenses when a slick finger slips inside. Jonghyun seems to take notice and his tongues moves up to lavish his cock; then it isn’t long before Jonghyun coaxes him back to his boneless state.
Jonghyun works the finger inside of him slowly, crooking it in a way that stretches a bit and feels weird, but Kibum is too far-gone to complain at this point. He pushes in a little deeper, curls it upwards and touches something that makes Kibum’s entire body jolt, forcing a soundless gasp straight from his lungs.
“Found it,” Jonghyun mutters onto the side of his shaft with a grin. He presses a knuckle to Kibum’s perineum then, applying pressure from both sides and Kibum’s eyes roll back into his head. He barely even notices when Jonghyun slips in a second finger, too preoccupied with rolling his hips and trying not to pull Jonghyun’s hair out.
Jonghyun’s lips find the tip of his cock again, suckling and flicking at the slit and it’s all too much. He’s shaking, thighs wide apart, back arched, and the only warning he can manage is a loud, raw moan before he’s coming into Jonghyun’s mouth. Jonghyun licks him through it, fingers unrelenting until Kibum has spilled his last drop.
“Holy shit,” he says in a strangled, shaky voice once his head thumps back against the mattress. The hand that had been clutching Jonghyun’s hair falls to his side, numbed.
Jonghyun crawls back up to him with a satisfied smirk on his face, but his eyes are warm and honest when he asks, “Can I?”
His eyes drift down to his lips and Kibum realizes a beat late that he’s asking permission to kiss him. He nods and Jonghyun dips down to mold their lips together. He’s still trembling as Jonghyun stretches out beside him, gathering him in his arms. Kibum pants into his neck, index finger rising absent-mindedly to trace the ridge of the vein that runs down Jonghyun’s bicep.
They stay like that for a long moment. Jonghyun rubs Kibum’s back gently as he waits for the young boy to catch his breath.
“I told you I’d make it good,” Jonghyun teases warmly, ending with a slight chuckle. Kibum can feel the hot, hard length of him through his shorts where it presses into his hip. Despite the suddenness of it all, Kibum can’t bring himself to be bashful about it. It feels comfortable, intimate.
“It was amazing,” he admits, and he knows he’ll crave this again until the time is right.
Jonghyun’s fingers tug at his chin; when Kibum finally looks up to him he’s met with a wide but soft smile. “I’m glad,” he speaks to his lips. Kibum is grinning as Jonghyun nudges them for a quick kiss. His lips are a little numb - like the rest of his body - but he pushes up to kiss back. Jonghyun raises a hand to comb through his long, messy brown hair, stopping to hold the nape of his neck, and Kibum melts all over again.
Before he knows it, he’s half-hard, experimentally rolling his hips against Jonghyun’s. The elder stills him with a hand to his waist, drawing back to look at him.
“Ah, to be young,” he mumbles with a smirk, causing a faint blush to crawl up Kibum’s cheeks. “Are you okay?”
Kibum nods, unsure how to ask for this but Jonghyun seems on track, reaching down to push off his shorts. He rolls onto his back and pulls Kibum up on top of him.
“I’m going to prep you, now,” Jonghyun tells him gently, in a tone that suggests Kibum is free to refuse. But Kibum keeps quiet, sitting back when Jonghyun wriggles towards the side of the bed to bend over and search through the drawer beneath it. He resurfaces with a bottle of what Kibum assumes is lube and a square foil packet between his teeth. He settles back under Kibum and spits it next to his pillow, popping the cap of the bottle open.
The intrusion is familiar this time when his fingers slide in; good, even. Kibum’s palms come to rest on Jonghyun’s chest, holding himself up. Jonghyun’s fingers still, then, and Kibum realizes when Jonghyun grants him a sure smile that he’s meant to take control.
He starts up a slow pace, pausing now and then to readjust himself because his knees keep slipping. Jonghyun’s eyes never leave his own, staring up at him throughout and Kibum forgets to feel self-conscious.
He’s breathing heavily by the time Jonghyun works in a third finger, mouth hanging open. His thighs are quaking and he almost yelps when Jonghyun suddenly manhandles him onto the mattress and pulls his back to his chest. Kibum hears the foil packet ripping, losing sight of Jonghyun’s hands for a moment before they wrap around him.
His broad, square frame presses against Kibum’s back. His skin is incredibly warm and Kibum shivers, anticipating.
Jonghyun nuzzles the side of his neck as he pushes in, one hand splayed out over Kibum’s stomach. Kibum tenses because it’s bigger, thicker than mere fingers, but Jonghyun keeps spilling words into his ear - it’s okay, I’ve got you, shh relax Kibum - and Kibum loses himself before it even starts.
Kibum lets his head fall back on Jonghyun’s shoulder as the elder lifts one of his thighs for leverage. The slick slide and pull of Jonghyun inside of him makes him groan and curl his toes; he feels loose, like his entire being is unraveling but Jonghyun’s solid presence next to him somehow keeps him together.
He’s sprawled out half on top of the elder when he twists his neck to catch his lips, hips jerking when Jonghyun’s fist closes around him. He kisses him hard as he comes for the second time, vaguely registering Jonghyun’s muffled “God, Kibum” and the way he stills behind him.
He lies panting with his head tucked under Jonghyun’s chin for the second time that day before he realizes he doesn’t belong here, not exactly, and should be instead preparing to step out on stage in another year. He’s been lost since he stepped off that elevator; first lost in the hallway, then in Jonghyun’s words and his touch. As much as the latter feels like home, he sort of misses his own skinny, shaggy-haired Jonghyun and now that he’s glimpsed it, tasted it, he can’t wait to experience the future with him. He turns his head to stifle his laughter into Jonghyun’s skin, chuckling at his love-sick thoughts.
His eyes drift shut as Jonghyun hugs him tighter, lips buried somewhere in his hair as he speaks. “Always so sleepy afterwards.” And Kibum grins, blissed-out.
“Your room is messy,” Kibum says, cheek stuck to the moist skin of Jonghyun’s chest. The alarm clock on Jonghyun’s dresser reads 4:43 AM yet Kibum feels like he’s slept for days.
“You should see yours these days,” Jonghyun replies easily, thumb tracing along the edge of the young boy’s shoulder blade.
“My room is messy?” Kibum asks with wide eyes.
“Let’s just say it gets crowded when you’re especially busy.”
“I still can’t believe we get our own rooms,” Kibum mumbles.
“Well, we have to share when we go to hotels, which is more often than not,” Jonghyun informs him, making Kibum’s eyebrows arch up.
“Just how popular are we?”
“Not telling,” Jonghyun admonishes with a smirk, “wouldn’t want to spoil too much. Now come on, we should get going.”
Kibum gathers his clothes and sneaks into the bathroom to clean up. He unlocks the door, about to tread back to Jonghyun’s bedroom again when the door swings open, almost knocking him back. The shriek that ensues startles him and apparently Jonghyun, too, because the latter comes running.
Kibum is left staring at, well, himself, only older, blonder and somehow paler. The older Kibum looks down at his shirt, appraising his own clothes with a frown until he mumbles, “Explains the moment of déjà vu I had looking in the mirror.”
Jonghyun looks at them both from the side, looking a bit dazed like he’s having trouble taking this in. Kibum shifts on his feet, awkwardness seeping in, especially when the older Kibum gives him a knowing look and a little smile. Jonghyun suddenly rounds on Kibum, the older one, frowning and looking generally displeased.
“You could have told me, you know, at least warned me ‘Hey Jjong my teenage-self is going to drop into your lap soon so, like, be cool’ or something,” Jonghyun reproaches, but he does so with a hint of playfulness. Kibum scoffs loudly.
“Why? It wasn’t for you,” he replies, turning to address Jonghyun briefly before locking eyes with his younger self again. “It was for me.” He then slips out of the bathroom, although not before granting the teenager an honest, dimpled smile that tells him everything he needs to know.
The ride back to the station is mostly quiet, with Kibum staring out the window to survey the city that rolls by. It’s comforting to note that the world doesn’t change much in four and a half years. There aren’t many cars parked outside of the building, so it’s no trouble sneaking inside. Jonghyun leads him all the way to the elevator, pausing once in front of it.
He leans forward to peck Kibum’s lips and letting go is suddenly harder than it had seemed. Jonghyun reaches forward to take his hand and squeeze it lightly.
“Kibum,” he says at once, rushed but solemn, “even if things get hard I want you to know that this-” and he gestures between them with his free hand, “it’s always been genuine.”
Kibum grants him a small smile, clutching back at his hand for a second. “I know.”
He untangles their fingers and steps inside the elevator, casting Jonghyun - a grown-up Jonghyun, with bedroom hair and those gleaming eyes he’s so used to - one last glance. The doors close on their own and when they reopen the sight is most familiar.
He makes his way through cream-coloured hallways but doesn’t get very far before someone grabs his wrist. He turns around only to be met with large, round eyes and he smiles despite himself when Jonghyun, skinny and young and ever so eager, slides his hand down to grasp his and squeeze tightly.
“Where were you? It’s almost time!” he speaks in a hurry. Kibum nods, clutching his hand back, and lets himself be pulled away, smile never quite leaving his lips.
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Finding that small crack of time and space
that went twisted and distorted (Here we go)
Slip in, you and I, keep on rolling
Rating: NC-17
Genre: Smut, Humour (crack?)
Word count: 7400
Note: Fill for this prompt over at jongkeykink!
WARNING: features underage sex and magical time travelling elevators
A/N: Hitchhiking (the song) popped into my head when I pondered what to title this, it's quite fitting ^^ This was loads of fun!
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Kibum could have sworn the elevator skipped a floor.
Worming through the backstage area of the Mnet studio on his own might have been a bad idea, he thinks as the elevator finally opens onto a floor he has no memory of. All he wants is to find a washroom and rush back to his bandmates in time for their performance. It hadn’t seemed too hard a task yet here he is, standing between the opened elevator doors and frowning as he takes in the unfamiliar hallway in front of him.
He’s never been here before, that he’s sure of. When he pushes the button to head back to the basement where the green rooms are, the elevator doesn’t budge and the button won’t even light up. Kibum sighs - just his luck. Now he’ll have to find stairs.
This hallway isn’t the bland cream colour he’s used to, but is instead a charcoal, crackled black. He has no idea where he could be and he vows to keep this entire thing a secret because he knows the members would tease him endlessly if they knew he’d gone and gotten himself lost before a show. Even Taemin, the only person Kibum knows who is capable of losing only one shoe in a pair, can find his way around here.
Carefully, he walks out and rounds the corner only to see the hallway stretch further down, leading to double doors. He almost jumps out of his skin when the sound of the elevator’s chime surprises him from behind and he turns around just in time to see a cameraman walk out. Kibum frowns at the traitorous elevator and is about to head back towards it when the cameraman swivels on his heels and almost backs up into him.
Kibum barely has time to dodge the camera perched on the man’s shoulder before the elevator opens again and more people pour out. He tries to peek around the man, hoping someone has come to find him, but only manages to catch a glimpse of what appears to be an edgy boyband complete with industrial amounts of hairspray and odd, colourful clothes. One of them greets the camera briefly as they pass by, sounding uncannily like Minho. The cameraman follows them down the hall and Kibum is left standing alone and confused because, for the first time since debut, he has no idea who this group could be. Only then does he notice the last member trailing behind, approaching him with his head tilted downwards as he fiddles with the zipper on the sleeve of his bright blue leather jacket. He’s rather short, with dyed brown hair. He looks vaguely familiar and Kibum is sure he’s seen him before when he lifts his head and locks eyes with Kibum. He freezes, going perfectly still with his mouth half-opened in a way that has Kibum frowning until he realizes the guy looks too much like his very own Jonghyun. Still, everything seems off; from the circle lenses to the smoky makeup to the overly-styled hair, not to mention the bulky shoulders under his jacket. Kibum is really confused because last he checked Jonghyun didn’t have a gay, older brother.
“Kibum?” the guy blurts out, seemingly just as confused as Kibum what with the way his eyes are round as coins. “You changed your…” he trails off, gaze lowering to take in the rest of Kibum’s body. Kibum feels oddly out of place, and not just because he’s lost.
They stand there staring at each other and for one ludicrous second Kibum wonders if this is really Jonghyun. The resemblance goes beyond appearance he realizes as the guy tilts his head and cocks his hip to the side, studying Kibum.
“Feeling nostalgic?” the guy finally speaks. “I swear you look sixteen again.”
Kibum doesn’t speak, can’t speak because beyond all reason he’s now sure this is Jonghyun.
“Wow,” he goes on airily, eyes a bit glassy, “maybe that last coffee wasn’t such a good idea. I’m just going to, uh,” he pauses, pointing a thumb over his shoulder, posture stiff, “go.”
He turns around after casting Kibum one last, long look. He’s about to disappear behind the corner when Kibum can’t help himself; he needs to know.
“Jonghyun?” he calls out.
The guy, Jonghyun, turns around, and Kibum feels his stomach coil into knots. Jonghyun’s face twists when their eyes meet - it looks like he is experiencing the same thing.
“Yeah?” He sounds unsure, and Kibum is almost relieved that he isn’t the only confused one.
“I-“ Kibum starts to say. “I’m lost.”
Jonghyun frowns as he steps closer again, seeming thoughtful.
“You’re not really Kibum, are you?”
Kibum wonders if Jonghyun is joking, if the entire universe is joking for that matter, but he answers nonetheless.
“I am.” And he nods.
Jonghyun starts laughing, startling Kibum with the sheer volume of it. He doubles over and slaps his thigh but stops himself when he notices Kibum isn’t laughing. He looks down the hallway behind him, which is deserted, and grabs Kibum by the elbow to drag him into the elevator. Kibum has half a mind to protest but in truth he’s more glad than anything to not be the only one freaking out.
Jonghyun brings them to another floor now that the elevator is miraculously working again. This floor is rather crowded but he quickly pulls Kibum into a room, shutting the door behind them. Ironically, it’s a washroom.
“Okay,” Jonghyun speaks in a hurry, pacing in front of the mirror, “who are you and why do you look like Kibum?”
“I could ask you the same thing,” Kibum answers.
“This isn’t funny.”
“I know it isn’t,” Kibum replies bluntly, beginning to feel like the calmer one even though he is still very much lost in all ways. “Look, I was just looking for a washroom and I got lost. I don’t know what’s going on but when I left, you certainly didn’t look like that. If it really is you,” he adds for his sanity’s sake.
“I’m sorry, it’s just you look exactly like my bandmate did… four years ago now. He has the same name.”
“Jjong, it’s me,” Kibum says with assurance now, because even if it makes no sense he thinks he’s beginning to grasp the situation. “But four years ago we hadn’t even met.”
Jonghyun goes quiet, studying Kibum like he might jump and shout “April Fools’!” or possibly sprout a third arm. He can almost see the moment it dawns on Jonghyun, the moment he considers what Kibum is also considering.
“I really shouldn’t have had that last coffee,” Jonghyun says after a while.
“You don’t drink coffee,” Kibum says, a question in his tone.
“Well,” and Jonghyun sighs before meeting Kibum’s eyes, “I do now.”
There’s an unspoken understanding between them after that not to mention what’s happening (because it can’t possibly be happening). Jonghyun needs to perform and he needs his full sanity to do so, hence why he thoughtfully tells Kibum to stay hidden in the bathroom while he goes out. Kibum doesn’t appreciate all this time alone, left to mull over what’s happening. He’s worked himself into a quiet panic by the time Jonghyun returns, rather sweaty.
“You can’t stay here,” Jonghyun speaks at once and Kibum rolls his eyes because Jonghyun is apparently still an idiot.
“Obviously not,” he replies, short on patience after having paced around the small washroom countless times already. “But it looks like I’m stuck here anyway.”
Jonghyun dangles car keys in front of him before saying, “Come on, I’m taking you back to the dorm.”
Kibum openly gapes at him. “You passed your license? They let you drive?”
Jonghyun’s shoulders suddenly slump a little. “You know,” he says slowly, “age doesn’t change you much.”
Kibum is left to bite back a smile as Jonghyun smuggles him towards the exit, unnoticed. This should be weird, this whole ‘accidently stepping into the future’ thing and meeting an older, buff Jonghyun, but it isn’t. Not really. Jonghyun, appearance aside, is just the same and Kibum finds himself trusting him more than he probably should.
Jonghyun’s car, and Kibum takes a minute to process that fact alone, is black and too big for him. Somehow that doesn’t surprise Kibum, though. He climbs into the passenger seat and watches, a bit anxious, as Jonghyun pulls out of the parking lot.
“So how did it happen?” Jonghyun asks, looking at him sideways and Kibum can’t help but tense in his seat. He is somewhat doubtful of the older boy’s abilities behind the wheel of a car.
“Um,” Kibum mutters, trying to find the words to explain, “I was in the elevator, going to the washrooms, and then it, like, skipped a floor and stalled and opened into the future apparently.”
Kibum feels stupid uttering the very thing, but Jonghyun only nods thoughtfully, casting him another glance.
“We need to get you back,” Jonghyun speaks the obvious. Kibum resists the urge to roll his eyes. “I’ll bum a key to the building off one of the managers and we’ll sneak in early and get you back into the elevator.” Jonghyun turns his head again to address him, “Do you think that’ll work?”
“I don’t - EYES ON THE ROAD!” Kibum yells when the car in front of them breaks suddenly. Jonghyun floors the breaks and Kibum thinks it a miracle that the cars behind them don’t pile up.
“Sorry,” Jonghyun says, sounding a little too amused. Kibum huffs and sinks down in his seat.
“I knew you’d suck at driving,” he mumbles. Jonghyun merely chuckles, leaving Kibum to clench his fists for the rest of the ride.
Kibum is not expecting to be led to a different building than the one’s he used to and even less expecting to find two small dogs jumping at his feet when he steps inside his future dorm. One has short legs with floppy ears and the other one is smaller, with curly brown fur. They look ecstatic to see him and Kibum takes comfort in the fact that these dogs apparently don’t mind what body he’s in. He crouches down to pet them and the little brown one tries to crawl into his lap.
“Meet the kids,” Jonghyun says with a smile. He bends down to scratch the darker one’s head.
“We have dogs?” Kibum asks. Somehow the future only keeps getting better.
Jonghyun chuckles again as he stands up. “I don’t think I should be telling you too much about the future.”
Kibum eyes the pup in front of him sadly, but he understands. He looks up at Jonghyun and nods; as much as he’s curious, it could really screw him up if he knows too much.
Jonghyun motions for him to follow as he brings him further into the dorm, passing quickly through the living room although Kibum doesn’t miss the awards propped up next to the television. He cocks an eyebrow in surprise but Jonghyun soon shuffles him into a bedroom. It’s tiny, with one single bed lined up against a wall and Kibum frowns until it hits him.
“We have our own rooms?” he asks, bewildered. Granted he didn’t think they’d be sharing one bedroom forever, but to each have a room to call their own blows his mind in the best way possible.
“Maybe?” Jonghyun answers, and it’s painfully obvious that he’s trying to be vague about it. Kibum shakes his head, still a little disbelieving, before plopping down onto Jonghyun’s bed.
There’s no doubt that this is Jonghyun’s room, although Kibum has to admit he’s rather surprised by the number of accessories and handbags that litter the space. It’s a bit messy, too; that however doesn’t really surprise him. The very large, half-packed suitcase by the foot of his bed, though, that nearly knocks him breathless because of what it all implies.
“The others will be back later,” Jonghyun tells him, shrugging out of his jacket. Kibum sort of stops paying attention to what he’s saying because Jonghyun is wearing a mesh top underneath and it hugs his surprisingly large muscles in places that make Kibum stare. When did this happen?
“Kibum?” Jonghyun asks. He’s leaning forward to be at eye level with Kibum and the younger boy blinks, forcing his gaze away from the tan skin stretched over Jonghyun’s stocky shoulders.
“Huh?” is all that he can say.
“I said the other members all have busy schedules so they’ll be out for the rest of the evening, so I think you should just hide here until tomorrow morning. That sound okay?” he repeats with a slight lilt to his lips. Kibum almost asks him to repeat one more time because his face is very close and it’s hard not to stare at that, too.
“Okay,” Kibum agrees. It’s not like he has much choice, but camping out in Jonghyun’s bedroom doesn’t seem so bad - or not bad at all.
Jonghyun grants him a brief smile before standing up straight again. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to go shower,” he tells him, grabbing some clothes before walking out. “The others shouldn’t barge in,” he says over his shoulder as he walks away, “but if they do you can always hide in the closet.”
Kibum is left alone in the room once Jonghyun shuts the door behind himself. He’s pretty sure the older boy was joking because he looks around and doesn’t find a closet, only an overly-stuffed dresser. He can’t say he appreciates the joke, but it does get him thinking.
Jonghyun takes a long time in the shower and now that the initial shock of what’s happening has worn off a bit, Kibum finds himself rather bored. And curious.
He snoops around Jonghyun’s room, stubbing his toes on various things strewn across the floor that act to remind him that this isn’t a dream. Yes, a dream, because Kibum is past the point of calling it a nightmare.
He doesn’t find much, not that he expected to because he may be a young idol but he already knows how little privacy they are allowed and how good they can get at hiding things.
The thing is Kibum has always had a bit of a crush on Jonghyun, to say the least. They’d gotten along well when they were introduced amongst other trainees in the company and sooner than either of them would have thought they became good friends. Kibum never expected he’d be the type to fall for his best friend, but he couldn’t stop himself, not when Jonghyun was this ball of energy and sunshine in his life that he was inexplicably drawn to at all times.
He isn’t ready to admit out loud that he maybe wants more, but it is hard to deny now that he's seen Jonghyun older. It makes him realize that he wants to still be a part of his life four and some years down the road, still wants Jonghyun to make him smile and laugh on a daily basis. Jonghyun had been there for him when things had turned rough, and he doesn’t want what they have to fall apart for the sake of growing up.
When Jonghyun walks back into his bedroom, his hair is wet, darker and plastered to his forehead. His eyes are a familiar shade of dark brown, free of the circle lenses and the shorts he’s wearing show off rather skinny legs that don’t seem to match his sculpted upper body. A plain white t-shirt stretches across his biceps and Kibum thinks it’s a lot to take in at once.
Kibum flicks his bangs out of his face as Jonghyun bends over to check his laptop. His skin is a bit flushed from his shower and he looks tired now that his makeup has washed off. Kibum shifts on the bed, the silence making him uncomfortable.
“Why don’t you have a busy schedule like the others?” he asks, having thought over the question while the other was away.
Jonghyun laughs dryly, eyes still trained to his screen, before answering, “Oh believe me, I have a busy schedule too. But sometimes I like to keep a little time to write.”
“You write songs?” Kibum can’t help the smile that lights his face as he says so, because Jonghyun, his young and lanky Jonghyun has always wanted to try writing and Kibum is genuinely glad that he gets to.
Jonghyun looks over to him with a teasing smirk. “Award-winning songs,” he corrects.
Kibum snorts but it quickly dissolves into a small laugh. It’s quiet again as Jonghyun fiddles around on his computer, the pause a bit too long to be natural, and Kibum wonders if Jonghyun may be avoiding him.
In turn, he wonders what their relationship is like in the future, if they’re still close, if they still talk outside of schedules and if they still buy each other birthday gifts.
“Hey,” Jonghyun speaks, suddenly nearby and startling Kibum. He sinks down into a chair facing him. “You okay?”
Kibum nods, a reflex more than anything. “I was just,” he starts, sighing, “I was just wondering why this is happening. I mean, it’s pretty crazy.”
He looks up to find Jonghyun looking into his eyes, seeming concerned and Kibum feels something twist in his stomach. He slides the chair closer, looking off to the side for a moment before bringing his gaze back to Kibum.
“Well,” Jonghyun utters slowly, looking at Kibum intently, “why do you think it’s happening?”
“Messed up elevators?” Kibum tries with a forced chuckle. Jonghyun is making him nervous.
Jonghyun leans back in his chair, eyes never leaving Kibum. He looks thoughtful when suddenly he speaks up again. “I’m wondering why you never told me about this. Why won’t you tell me?”
“I don’t know?” is all Kibum can say. “I haven’t lived it yet. But I bet you wouldn’t even believe me if I did.”
Jonghyun nods to himself. “I guess.” He goes quiet again, his expression hard and serious. Kibum is left to fidget on the bed, not liking this new, heavy mood.
“Um,” Kibum blurts out before he can stop himself, “actually there’s something I’d like to say.”
Jonghyun’s gloomy expression drops at once when he faces Kibum again, this time looking curious.
Kibum knows this could be a very, terribly bad idea but he can’t shake off the feeling that he has to say something and that now might be the best time to do so. Soon, or hopefully soon, he’ll be back in his own year with a clueless Jonghyun who won’t know a thing of what happened or what he said, so he grabs the chance to unload. It’s something he thinks Jonghyun should know, anyway, and he can’t help it if he’s too scared to say it to his own, younger Jonghyun.
“I like you,” he says blandly, and it’s actually a huge relief to say it out loud, to have Jonghyun know even if it’s years late. “Or liked you, whatever.”
He watches as Jonghyun’s eyes go liquid at his words, big and round and Kibum can almost see his own reflection in them. He wrings his hands in his lap as he waits for him to say something, anything.
Kibum almost falls off the bed when Jonghyun barks out a laugh. He seems to do that a lot, Kibum notes. Still, his heart sinks in his chest and he straightens himself up, readying himself to tell Jonghyun that no, he’s not joking and that no, he can’t help it if he fell for an idiot.
“Jonghy-”
“I’m sorry,” he says, wiping tears of laughter from his eyes and looking everything but. “It’s just, Kibum, I already know that.”
Kibum blinks, stunned. “R-really?”
Jonghyun nods eagerly. “Wait, let me show you.”
He digs through his pocket and fishes out his phone - or phones, rather. He unlocks the smaller one, fingers sliding quickly over the touch screen as he goes through his folders. Kibum sees him press on one particular file and type in a rather long password before it opens up.
He turns his phone towards Kibum and the latter freezes when his eyes land on the picture displayed. It’s of the two of them; Kibum recognizes himself faster than his brain can process the image, in an intuitive way that tells him it’s really him. He’s blond, with his cheeks stretched into a smile but, most importantly, with his lips pressing to the edge of Jonghyun’s jaw. Jonghyun’s hair is a darker shade of brown than it is now, incredibly messy, and he looks directly at the camera with his own smile. His eyes are half-closed and he’s shirtless, Kibum’s arm curled snugly around his shoulders.
Kibum is struck speechless by it, mouth hanging open as he takes it in. Jonghyun chuckles as he pulls his phone back, placing a finger beneath Kibum’s chin to close his mouth.
“I know I should delete it just to be safe, but I really like it,” he shares as he closes the application and goes back to his plain black screensaver.
Kibum resists the urge to gape again. “W-when?” he asks breathily, staring blankly at Jonghyun’s phone like he can still see the picture.
Jonghyun cocks his head to the side, looking way too amused by Kibum’s reaction. “What do you mean, when?”
“When do we…” he can’t bring himself to finish his sentence - it feels like all the air in his lungs has rushed out of him at the revelation.
Jonghyun’s eyes turn a bit darker at this, yet somehow softer as well.
“I’m not sure I should tell you,” he answers carefully and Kibum nods once, albeit shakily. Jonghyun keeps looking at him, gaze a bit too intense, and Kibum bites down on his lower lip when he feels it tremble. As much as it makes him ecstatic to know that he’ll get everything - and more if the clues littered around the dorm hold any truth - he dreamt of in time, the way Jonghyun is looking at him tells him that there might be a catch.
“What is it?” Kibum asks, unsettled.
Jonghyun sighs, looking torn. It takes a while but he eventually answers, “Look, I don’t want to say too much but it doesn’t happen right away.”
Kibum nods in understanding. So the wait may not be pleasant is what Jonghyun is conveying. That’s okay, Kibum assures himself. It’s more than enough to know it’ll come in time, more than enough to know that it’s not unrequited like he thought it was. He looks down at his fingers wistfully, Jonghyun’s gaze heavy on him.
“Can you…” Kibum starts, unsure if he should continue because he’s about to ask for a whole lot, but Jonghyun is right there, gorgeous and warm and attentive, watching him with so much tenderness and care that Kibum can’t help but be selfish if only for a little while, for one short stolen moment. “Can you kiss me?”
Jonghyun smiles at him, but it’s a bit sad around the edges.
“Are you sure?”
“Yes,” Kibum answers right away; this he’s sure of.
“It’s kind of a huge spoiler,” Jonghyun jokes with a tiny tilted grin and Kibum chuckles as an answer. He isn’t sure if that means Jonghyun agreed, but then he leans forward and Kibum’s heartbeat picks up in his chest, thrumming under his skin.
He stops a breath away and Kibum suddenly goes stock-still.
“This doesn’t count as cheating, right?” he asks with a frown, and if Kibum wasn’t expecting to be kissed he would have shaken his head fondly.
“I already know it happened, Jjong,” Kibum reminds him, “well, the me in the future does. I’m okay with it now and I don’t think that’ll change.”
“That’s a no,” Jonghyun confirms, and Kibum’s heartbeat picks up in triple time when he cradles the side of his face in a large hand.
Jonghyun’s eyes are soft as they wander over his face and his hand is warm where it pushes his long, brown bangs back. He feels cherished, so loved, and that’s all he wanted.
The first press of their lips is chaste, a simple touch, but Kibum’s insides twist and sing at the feeling. He doesn’t even move, he can’t, but when Jonghyun draws back he wishes he had.
Jonghyun has a big, goofy smile slapped onto his face and Kibum feels his lips curl up to reciprocate.
“What is it?” he asks, because this isn’t a grin he’s familiar with.
“It’s just,” Jonghyun begins, and neither of them can seem to stop grinning dumbly, “this is kind of kinky.” Jonghyun seems tremendously pleased by that.
“You like it,” Kibum says pointedly. He’s a bit breathless and his heart won’t calm down, but if he’s reading Jonghyun correctly he thinks he’s about to get the wind knocked out of him.
“Hmm,” Jonghyun hums his agreement, thumb swiping over Kibum’s bottom lip. “You’re all small and baby-faced. I think I may be living one of my fantasies, actually.”
Kibum bites back a laugh; he should have known that being with Jonghyun would come easily.
“Small?” he repeats, falling into their banter effortlessly. “Don’t think I didn’t notice how I’m still taller than you. Have you grown at all since two thousand eight?”
Jonghyun groans, but he leans in to swiftly peck Kibum on the lips. “Always so mean to me,” he mumbles, tone light. “I’ll make you feel small.” He flexes his biceps at that and Kibum chortles, feeling inexplicably giddy. His chuckles turn into a grunt when Jonghyun tackles him onto the mattress.
Jonghyun wasn’t lying; when he leans down for another kiss, blanketing Kibum’s body with his own as he holds himself up on either side of Kibum’s head, the latter suddenly feels very small. It sends a thrill down his spine as his hands reach up to card through Jonghyun’s damp hair with a mind of their own. Jonghyun lets out a low, muted noise of approval and that’s all it takes for Kibum to melt onto the bed.
It isn’t long before Kibum is opening his mouth to let Jonghyun’s tongue stroke against his own, and if he had any doubts about this they are all put to rest by the way Jonghyun places a warm palm to his cheek, fingertips gently tracing the shell of his ear.
Jonghyun pulls away, wiping a thumb across the corner of Kibum’s lips, the spot shiny with saliva.
“You’re kind of sloppy,” Jonghyun tells him, only to flinch when Kibum lands a playful kick to his calf. “But you get much better,” he’s quick to add. “The key is to practice.”
Kibum rolls his eyes but welcomes Jonghyun’s lips with his own once more, letting his fingers glide down the elder’s neck to grasp at firm shoulders. They’re huge, or at least they feel like it in his hands, and his fingers tighten around them before he even knows what he’s doing.
Jonghyun only kisses him harder and Kibum slides his hands down to his biceps, feeling the muscles shift under Jonghyun’s skin. It’s riling him up more than he’d like to admit, but Jonghyun doesn’t seem to mind - if anything, it spurs him on, too.
Kibum can’t bring himself to stop; his hands move to palm Jonghyun’s chest and the noise Jonghyun makes at that is closer to a growl than anything else. Kibum is beyond turned on already, Jonghyun’s shirt suddenly very much in the way.
He reaches down to slip his hands beneath it, bringing them up his stomach as Jonghyun continues to coax his tongue out with his own. It’s a lot to process, especially as Kibum is made aware of Jonghyun’s abs when his palms slide past them.
He doesn’t get much further, because Jonghyun’s hands are suddenly around his wrists to still them. His eyes are dark when he sits up a little, taking in the sight of Kibum beneath him and leaving Kibum to flush.
“Oh my god,” Jonghyun mutters under his breath, and for one terrifying second Kibum thinks he’s having second thoughts about this. “I’m the guy,” he whispers, eyes impossibly wide.
“W-what?” Kibum stutters, panting a little. Jonghyun seems to sober up then, eyes focusing onto Kibum’s.
“You never told me much about your first time,” Jonghyun explains, “but most of all you always refused to tell me who it was with.”
Kibum feels his throat constrict at the words; his virginity was decidedly the last thing on his mind when he’d gotten up that morning, but then again he had never expected to stumble into his future dorm and kiss a grown-up Jonghyun senseless in his bed. He looks at Jonghyun, who’s a few years older than the Jonghyun he’s used to seeing but still somehow the same, still eager and genuine and playful, and suddenly it doesn’t seem like he has to think about it much at all.
He wants this, and he’ll still want it five years down the road. Jonghyun knows this and yet he asks, “Are you sure?” His eyes are big and round, a deep, rich brown as he stares into Kibum’s; Kibum stares back and it’s like he can’t breathe - but in a breath-taking sort of way.
“Yes,” and the word comes out as a gasp because it’s all a little overwhelming, yet Kibum holds Jonghyun’s stare with a steady gaze. Jonghyun nods slowly, cupping his cheek and planting a small, wet kiss to his nose.
“Okay,” he speaks softly, but then his tone changes into something more teasing, “I mean, it makes sense. You did say it was mind-blowing and that the guy was really hot.”
He prods Kibum in the ribs with his free hand and Kibum squirms and chuckles, ticklish, but still manages to shake his head at the man above him.
“Fine, you didn’t say that,” Jonghyun concedes lightly yet seriously. He sends Kibum a pointed look before continuing, “You said you didn’t regret it.”
“I know I won’t,” Kibum says, sure of himself. His hands slide up the back of Jonghyun’s shirt and he almost laughs at how Jonghyun’s eyes go wide for a second. Almost, because his mouth is claimed before the sound can leave his throat.
Jonghyun’s shirt is the first thing to go and, before he knows what he’s really doing, Kibum cranes his neck to nip at the warm, tan skin in front of him. He brings one of his hands to Jonghyun’s front, sliding it down his sculpted abdomen. Jonghyun groans, shifting above him and the muscles harden beneath Kibum’s lips. He licks at the red spot he’s bitten into the elder’s chest and Jonghyun lets out a noise he’s never heard before.
Jonghyun pulls at the front of his pants, fingers fumbling for the button and zipper. Kibum’s head falls back against the mattress when Jonghyun sidles down the bed, ridding Kibum of his pants and socks. He crawls up again to place his hands on Kibum’s small, thin waist and slides them up his sides, dragging his shirt up along with them.
Kibum shivers but there is no hesitation as he slips his arms through the sleeves. Jonghyun helps him stretch the neckline over his head and then it’s all suffocating warmth as he leans down for a long, lingering kiss.
Kibum keeps an arm around Jonghyun’s thick shoulders while his other hand wanders into his hair, grip loosening and tightening in time to match the intensity with which he kisses back. Jonghyun hums into his mouth when he starts tugging on the elder’s bottom lip, but pulls back to free it before going on to kiss down Kibum’s jaw and neck.
“I’ll make it so good,” he promises into the dip of Kibum’s clavicle. “Just relax.”
And Kibum tries, but Jonghyun then licks across his collarbone as he begins tugging down his underwear and Kibum feels like he’s falling apart.
“Tell me if you want to stop.”
Stopping is the furthest thing in his mind now that Jonghyun sits crouched between his legs, mouthing down the center of his chest. His fingers twist tightly in the elder’s hair until Jonghyun whines low in his throat and Kibum forces his fingers to loosen.
Jonghyun continues down to his stomach and Kibum can feel it quiver under the attention. His hands hook under his knees to spread them, leaving Kibum barer than he’s ever been.
Kibum watches, transfixed, as Jonghyun nuzzles the baby soft, sensitive skin on the inside of his thigh before biting down on the groove of his hip. The elder’s motions are swift but precise when his lips finally latch onto the tip of Kibum’s erection. Kibum lets out a languid moan, eyes slipping shut despite himself but opening soon enough to catch Jonghyun sinking down to the hilt. His hands fly down to his shoulders, fingernails digging into the muscles when Jonghyun starts up a slow pace, curling his tongue around the shaft every so often.
When Jonghyun’s mouth slips off, Kibum is partly embarrassed to admit that his hips lift up to follow.
“Good?” Jonghyun asks, fist wrapping around his cock to continue the work of his mouth.
Kibum answers him in a garbled mess of syllables that Jonghyun apparently understands because his lips press a kiss to the tip of his dick, smearing the drop of pre-cum that his fist had wrung out.
He’s so close already, and it doesn’t really help when Jonghyun starts sucking on two of his fingers. They glisten with spit by the time he’s done and Kibum is expecting many things when Jonghyun leans down once more but he isn’t expecting to have a flat, slimy tongue lapping at his hole.
His knees draw together on instinct, but Jonghyun reaches around to hold them open and down. The sight alone is enough to have Kibum shuddering in his grip as Jonghyun continues to tease the opening with little licks.
Kibum tenses when a slick finger slips inside. Jonghyun seems to take notice and his tongues moves up to lavish his cock; then it isn’t long before Jonghyun coaxes him back to his boneless state.
Jonghyun works the finger inside of him slowly, crooking it in a way that stretches a bit and feels weird, but Kibum is too far-gone to complain at this point. He pushes in a little deeper, curls it upwards and touches something that makes Kibum’s entire body jolt, forcing a soundless gasp straight from his lungs.
“Found it,” Jonghyun mutters onto the side of his shaft with a grin. He presses a knuckle to Kibum’s perineum then, applying pressure from both sides and Kibum’s eyes roll back into his head. He barely even notices when Jonghyun slips in a second finger, too preoccupied with rolling his hips and trying not to pull Jonghyun’s hair out.
Jonghyun’s lips find the tip of his cock again, suckling and flicking at the slit and it’s all too much. He’s shaking, thighs wide apart, back arched, and the only warning he can manage is a loud, raw moan before he’s coming into Jonghyun’s mouth. Jonghyun licks him through it, fingers unrelenting until Kibum has spilled his last drop.
“Holy shit,” he says in a strangled, shaky voice once his head thumps back against the mattress. The hand that had been clutching Jonghyun’s hair falls to his side, numbed.
Jonghyun crawls back up to him with a satisfied smirk on his face, but his eyes are warm and honest when he asks, “Can I?”
His eyes drift down to his lips and Kibum realizes a beat late that he’s asking permission to kiss him. He nods and Jonghyun dips down to mold their lips together. He’s still trembling as Jonghyun stretches out beside him, gathering him in his arms. Kibum pants into his neck, index finger rising absent-mindedly to trace the ridge of the vein that runs down Jonghyun’s bicep.
They stay like that for a long moment. Jonghyun rubs Kibum’s back gently as he waits for the young boy to catch his breath.
“I told you I’d make it good,” Jonghyun teases warmly, ending with a slight chuckle. Kibum can feel the hot, hard length of him through his shorts where it presses into his hip. Despite the suddenness of it all, Kibum can’t bring himself to be bashful about it. It feels comfortable, intimate.
“It was amazing,” he admits, and he knows he’ll crave this again until the time is right.
Jonghyun’s fingers tug at his chin; when Kibum finally looks up to him he’s met with a wide but soft smile. “I’m glad,” he speaks to his lips. Kibum is grinning as Jonghyun nudges them for a quick kiss. His lips are a little numb - like the rest of his body - but he pushes up to kiss back. Jonghyun raises a hand to comb through his long, messy brown hair, stopping to hold the nape of his neck, and Kibum melts all over again.
Before he knows it, he’s half-hard, experimentally rolling his hips against Jonghyun’s. The elder stills him with a hand to his waist, drawing back to look at him.
“Ah, to be young,” he mumbles with a smirk, causing a faint blush to crawl up Kibum’s cheeks. “Are you okay?”
Kibum nods, unsure how to ask for this but Jonghyun seems on track, reaching down to push off his shorts. He rolls onto his back and pulls Kibum up on top of him.
“I’m going to prep you, now,” Jonghyun tells him gently, in a tone that suggests Kibum is free to refuse. But Kibum keeps quiet, sitting back when Jonghyun wriggles towards the side of the bed to bend over and search through the drawer beneath it. He resurfaces with a bottle of what Kibum assumes is lube and a square foil packet between his teeth. He settles back under Kibum and spits it next to his pillow, popping the cap of the bottle open.
The intrusion is familiar this time when his fingers slide in; good, even. Kibum’s palms come to rest on Jonghyun’s chest, holding himself up. Jonghyun’s fingers still, then, and Kibum realizes when Jonghyun grants him a sure smile that he’s meant to take control.
He starts up a slow pace, pausing now and then to readjust himself because his knees keep slipping. Jonghyun’s eyes never leave his own, staring up at him throughout and Kibum forgets to feel self-conscious.
He’s breathing heavily by the time Jonghyun works in a third finger, mouth hanging open. His thighs are quaking and he almost yelps when Jonghyun suddenly manhandles him onto the mattress and pulls his back to his chest. Kibum hears the foil packet ripping, losing sight of Jonghyun’s hands for a moment before they wrap around him.
His broad, square frame presses against Kibum’s back. His skin is incredibly warm and Kibum shivers, anticipating.
Jonghyun nuzzles the side of his neck as he pushes in, one hand splayed out over Kibum’s stomach. Kibum tenses because it’s bigger, thicker than mere fingers, but Jonghyun keeps spilling words into his ear - it’s okay, I’ve got you, shh relax Kibum - and Kibum loses himself before it even starts.
Kibum lets his head fall back on Jonghyun’s shoulder as the elder lifts one of his thighs for leverage. The slick slide and pull of Jonghyun inside of him makes him groan and curl his toes; he feels loose, like his entire being is unraveling but Jonghyun’s solid presence next to him somehow keeps him together.
He’s sprawled out half on top of the elder when he twists his neck to catch his lips, hips jerking when Jonghyun’s fist closes around him. He kisses him hard as he comes for the second time, vaguely registering Jonghyun’s muffled “God, Kibum” and the way he stills behind him.
He lies panting with his head tucked under Jonghyun’s chin for the second time that day before he realizes he doesn’t belong here, not exactly, and should be instead preparing to step out on stage in another year. He’s been lost since he stepped off that elevator; first lost in the hallway, then in Jonghyun’s words and his touch. As much as the latter feels like home, he sort of misses his own skinny, shaggy-haired Jonghyun and now that he’s glimpsed it, tasted it, he can’t wait to experience the future with him. He turns his head to stifle his laughter into Jonghyun’s skin, chuckling at his love-sick thoughts.
His eyes drift shut as Jonghyun hugs him tighter, lips buried somewhere in his hair as he speaks. “Always so sleepy afterwards.” And Kibum grins, blissed-out.
“Your room is messy,” Kibum says, cheek stuck to the moist skin of Jonghyun’s chest. The alarm clock on Jonghyun’s dresser reads 4:43 AM yet Kibum feels like he’s slept for days.
“You should see yours these days,” Jonghyun replies easily, thumb tracing along the edge of the young boy’s shoulder blade.
“My room is messy?” Kibum asks with wide eyes.
“Let’s just say it gets crowded when you’re especially busy.”
“I still can’t believe we get our own rooms,” Kibum mumbles.
“Well, we have to share when we go to hotels, which is more often than not,” Jonghyun informs him, making Kibum’s eyebrows arch up.
“Just how popular are we?”
“Not telling,” Jonghyun admonishes with a smirk, “wouldn’t want to spoil too much. Now come on, we should get going.”
Kibum gathers his clothes and sneaks into the bathroom to clean up. He unlocks the door, about to tread back to Jonghyun’s bedroom again when the door swings open, almost knocking him back. The shriek that ensues startles him and apparently Jonghyun, too, because the latter comes running.
Kibum is left staring at, well, himself, only older, blonder and somehow paler. The older Kibum looks down at his shirt, appraising his own clothes with a frown until he mumbles, “Explains the moment of déjà vu I had looking in the mirror.”
Jonghyun looks at them both from the side, looking a bit dazed like he’s having trouble taking this in. Kibum shifts on his feet, awkwardness seeping in, especially when the older Kibum gives him a knowing look and a little smile. Jonghyun suddenly rounds on Kibum, the older one, frowning and looking generally displeased.
“You could have told me, you know, at least warned me ‘Hey Jjong my teenage-self is going to drop into your lap soon so, like, be cool’ or something,” Jonghyun reproaches, but he does so with a hint of playfulness. Kibum scoffs loudly.
“Why? It wasn’t for you,” he replies, turning to address Jonghyun briefly before locking eyes with his younger self again. “It was for me.” He then slips out of the bathroom, although not before granting the teenager an honest, dimpled smile that tells him everything he needs to know.
The ride back to the station is mostly quiet, with Kibum staring out the window to survey the city that rolls by. It’s comforting to note that the world doesn’t change much in four and a half years. There aren’t many cars parked outside of the building, so it’s no trouble sneaking inside. Jonghyun leads him all the way to the elevator, pausing once in front of it.
He leans forward to peck Kibum’s lips and letting go is suddenly harder than it had seemed. Jonghyun reaches forward to take his hand and squeeze it lightly.
“Kibum,” he says at once, rushed but solemn, “even if things get hard I want you to know that this-” and he gestures between them with his free hand, “it’s always been genuine.”
Kibum grants him a small smile, clutching back at his hand for a second. “I know.”
He untangles their fingers and steps inside the elevator, casting Jonghyun - a grown-up Jonghyun, with bedroom hair and those gleaming eyes he’s so used to - one last glance. The doors close on their own and when they reopen the sight is most familiar.
He makes his way through cream-coloured hallways but doesn’t get very far before someone grabs his wrist. He turns around only to be met with large, round eyes and he smiles despite himself when Jonghyun, skinny and young and ever so eager, slides his hand down to grasp his and squeeze tightly.
“Where were you? It’s almost time!” he speaks in a hurry. Kibum nods, clutching his hand back, and lets himself be pulled away, smile never quite leaving his lips.
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Finding that small crack of time and space
that went twisted and distorted (Here we go)
Slip in, you and I, keep on rolling