In the Meantime, Part 14 (Drabble)
Pairing: college roommates!JongKey
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Humour, hopefully
Summary: There are worse punishments, undoubtedly.
A/N: Inspired by how Jonghyun loses his things (ahem). And this. I went through his twitter tag to find that first link and holy crap, I laughed a lot xD. I hope you like this!
( 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13)
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Jonghyun placed the phone to his ear, listening to the very familiar ringtone and hoping he wouldn’t have to hear much more of it. Thankfully the music stopped after a few seconds, interrupted by a confused-sounding, “Choi?”
“Hey Kibum, it’s me,” Jonghyun spoke quickly, “I-”
“Why are you calling from Minho’s phone?”
“-may have lost my phone?” Jonghyun went on, tone a little shaky because he knew all too well how Kibum would react.
“Again?” was Kibum’s answer, and he sounded less than impressed to say the least. “Jonghyun,” and Jonghyun knew, could hear the lecture coming on and he wasn’t very proud to admit that he’d been subjected to it before, more than a few times even, “you need to get your shit together! You can’t keep losing your phone like that-there are naked pictures of me on there damn it!”
“There may also be a video or two…” Jonghyun mumbled under his breath.
“Excuse me?” Kibum screeched into the phone.
“You were kind of... drunk,” he explained lowly “-never mind. I think I also lost my wallet?”
“Kim Jonghyun!” Kibum sounded angry now; Jonghyun simply ducked his head, resigned to hear it through. “You are seriously unbelievable. How many times have we had this fucking conversation? Your phone is literally the biggest model on the market I have no idea how you manage to lose it at all! Actually you know what? Scratch that, I’m getting you a smaller phone, one that can actually fit in your pocket so you won’t have to ask me to help look for it all the freaking time!”
“So…” Jonghyun spoke up when Kibum ran out of breath, slightly squirming on his desk chair, “will you help me look?”
Kibum sort of grunted into the phone at that, the dial tone following. Jonghyun sighed, ending the call as well.
“Told you so,” Minho simply said from where he’d been standing next to him.
“I think I might have to use the second bed tonight,” Jonghyun sighed.
“That bad?”
Jonghyun shook his head. “I’m an artist,” he mumbled, more to himself before turning big round eyes up to Minho, “I’m supposed to be a bit scatter-brained.”
Minho simply looked at him squarely. “I don’t think Kibum will be very sympathetic to that excuse.”
Jonghyun may or may not have been pouting when Minho’s phone suddenly vibrated in his hand, announcing a text message.
I have class. I’ll drop by later. Try not to lose Minho’s phone
Jonghyun let out a long breath, mentally going through the odds of finding his phone before Kibum showed up and scolded him again. They weren’t in his favour if past experiences were any indication.
“Can I have my phone back before you lose it?” Minho asked quietly, breaking him out of his thoughts.
Jonghyun rose out of the chair with an exasperated grunt, flinging the phone at Minho’s chest just to watch him scramble for it.
“…or break it,” Minho muttered, now cradling his phone protectively.
Jonghyun pointedly ignored him, reaching for his bag to look through it for the millionth time already, head hung low. When his phone and wallet didn’t magically appear at the bottom of it, he went on to search through the dorm room, again, but even with Minho’s help it was as pointless as it had been the first time.
“Well,” Jonghyun spoke up after placing the pillows back on the bed, quickly ushering Minho towards the door, “this has been great. Tell my mother I love her and tell Onew to get a real girlfriend.”
Minho held onto the doorframe when Jonghyun opened the door and attempted to push him out. “Oh no, I want to see this!” he protested, and Jonghyun only shoved him harder after that.
They were still wrestling in the doorway when Kibum found them a minute or so later, face flushed and looking less than pleased. Jonghyun immediately let go of Minho, turning to face Kibum with an apology already on his tongue only to have something jagged digging into his sternum as Kibum backed him into the room.
“You’ll never guess what I found,” Kibum spoke-almost growled-voice low enough to send shivers down Jonghyun’s spine that would have been pleasant under other circumstances. Kibum’s eyes were dark; wild in a way that scared Jonghyun, unless the look also involved a bed and naked skin.
Jonghyun looked down long enough to notice the corner of his very own wallet and phone poking into his chest. “W-where?” he stuttered.
“That’s a good question,” Kibum went on, sarcasm heavy in his tone. “I was asking myself the same thing until I heard it ring in the middle of the lecture.”
Minho’s soft chuckling earned him a pointed glare from Kibum while Jonghyun bit his lip, guilt steadily rising.
“I am so sorry, ‘Bum,” Jonghyun apologized quickly, sincere. He gathered his phone and his wallet, setting them on his desk before reaching for Kibum and drawing him in by his hips. Kibum put up a half-hearted struggle, anger visibly deflating. “So, so sorry,” Jonghyun continued, voice dropping to a whisper as he touched their foreheads, which didn’t stop Minho from creeping closer to eavesdrop, “I must have put my stuff in your bag and forgotten about it when we went out last night.”
Kibum huffed loudly but didn’t pull away. “Just,” he began, sounding more resigned than angry by then, “tell me? Okay? Next time you decide to hijack my bag?”
Jonghyun nodded adamantly before tilting his head to peck his pouting lips.
“And seriously, get a smaller phone,” Kibum said in between kisses, although his arms were slowly making their way up to twine around Jonghyun’s shoulders. “Yours looks ridiculous.”
Jonghyun happened to like his phone, thank you, so he disregarded Kibum’s last statement in favour of shamelessly asking, “Anything I can do to make it up to you?”
He dove in for another kiss but Kibum held himself back, looking him over with an assessing eye. His gaze quickly turned appraising, and it flooded Jonghyun with relief.
“There are a lot of things I want from you,” he spoke up, louder than before, nimble fingers playing with the collar of Jonghyun’s shirt, “and none of them require Minho to be in the same room.”
They both turned to look at Minho and had a split second to take in the look of shock on his face before he was bolting out of the door, slamming it shut behind himself. The wild glint in Kibum’s eyes was suddenly back, but it was okay this time around-welcomed, even-because he was also pushing Jonghyun towards the bed and unbuttoning his own fly.
Part 15
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Humour, hopefully
Summary: There are worse punishments, undoubtedly.
A/N: Inspired by how Jonghyun loses his things (ahem). And this. I went through his twitter tag to find that first link and holy crap, I laughed a lot xD. I hope you like this!
( 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13)
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Jonghyun placed the phone to his ear, listening to the very familiar ringtone and hoping he wouldn’t have to hear much more of it. Thankfully the music stopped after a few seconds, interrupted by a confused-sounding, “Choi?”
“Hey Kibum, it’s me,” Jonghyun spoke quickly, “I-”
“Why are you calling from Minho’s phone?”
“-may have lost my phone?” Jonghyun went on, tone a little shaky because he knew all too well how Kibum would react.
“Again?” was Kibum’s answer, and he sounded less than impressed to say the least. “Jonghyun,” and Jonghyun knew, could hear the lecture coming on and he wasn’t very proud to admit that he’d been subjected to it before, more than a few times even, “you need to get your shit together! You can’t keep losing your phone like that-there are naked pictures of me on there damn it!”
“There may also be a video or two…” Jonghyun mumbled under his breath.
“Excuse me?” Kibum screeched into the phone.
“You were kind of... drunk,” he explained lowly “-never mind. I think I also lost my wallet?”
“Kim Jonghyun!” Kibum sounded angry now; Jonghyun simply ducked his head, resigned to hear it through. “You are seriously unbelievable. How many times have we had this fucking conversation? Your phone is literally the biggest model on the market I have no idea how you manage to lose it at all! Actually you know what? Scratch that, I’m getting you a smaller phone, one that can actually fit in your pocket so you won’t have to ask me to help look for it all the freaking time!”
“So…” Jonghyun spoke up when Kibum ran out of breath, slightly squirming on his desk chair, “will you help me look?”
Kibum sort of grunted into the phone at that, the dial tone following. Jonghyun sighed, ending the call as well.
“Told you so,” Minho simply said from where he’d been standing next to him.
“I think I might have to use the second bed tonight,” Jonghyun sighed.
“That bad?”
Jonghyun shook his head. “I’m an artist,” he mumbled, more to himself before turning big round eyes up to Minho, “I’m supposed to be a bit scatter-brained.”
Minho simply looked at him squarely. “I don’t think Kibum will be very sympathetic to that excuse.”
Jonghyun may or may not have been pouting when Minho’s phone suddenly vibrated in his hand, announcing a text message.
I have class. I’ll drop by later. Try not to lose Minho’s phone
Jonghyun let out a long breath, mentally going through the odds of finding his phone before Kibum showed up and scolded him again. They weren’t in his favour if past experiences were any indication.
“Can I have my phone back before you lose it?” Minho asked quietly, breaking him out of his thoughts.
Jonghyun rose out of the chair with an exasperated grunt, flinging the phone at Minho’s chest just to watch him scramble for it.
“…or break it,” Minho muttered, now cradling his phone protectively.
Jonghyun pointedly ignored him, reaching for his bag to look through it for the millionth time already, head hung low. When his phone and wallet didn’t magically appear at the bottom of it, he went on to search through the dorm room, again, but even with Minho’s help it was as pointless as it had been the first time.
“Well,” Jonghyun spoke up after placing the pillows back on the bed, quickly ushering Minho towards the door, “this has been great. Tell my mother I love her and tell Onew to get a real girlfriend.”
Minho held onto the doorframe when Jonghyun opened the door and attempted to push him out. “Oh no, I want to see this!” he protested, and Jonghyun only shoved him harder after that.
They were still wrestling in the doorway when Kibum found them a minute or so later, face flushed and looking less than pleased. Jonghyun immediately let go of Minho, turning to face Kibum with an apology already on his tongue only to have something jagged digging into his sternum as Kibum backed him into the room.
“You’ll never guess what I found,” Kibum spoke-almost growled-voice low enough to send shivers down Jonghyun’s spine that would have been pleasant under other circumstances. Kibum’s eyes were dark; wild in a way that scared Jonghyun, unless the look also involved a bed and naked skin.
Jonghyun looked down long enough to notice the corner of his very own wallet and phone poking into his chest. “W-where?” he stuttered.
“That’s a good question,” Kibum went on, sarcasm heavy in his tone. “I was asking myself the same thing until I heard it ring in the middle of the lecture.”
Minho’s soft chuckling earned him a pointed glare from Kibum while Jonghyun bit his lip, guilt steadily rising.
“I am so sorry, ‘Bum,” Jonghyun apologized quickly, sincere. He gathered his phone and his wallet, setting them on his desk before reaching for Kibum and drawing him in by his hips. Kibum put up a half-hearted struggle, anger visibly deflating. “So, so sorry,” Jonghyun continued, voice dropping to a whisper as he touched their foreheads, which didn’t stop Minho from creeping closer to eavesdrop, “I must have put my stuff in your bag and forgotten about it when we went out last night.”
Kibum huffed loudly but didn’t pull away. “Just,” he began, sounding more resigned than angry by then, “tell me? Okay? Next time you decide to hijack my bag?”
Jonghyun nodded adamantly before tilting his head to peck his pouting lips.
“And seriously, get a smaller phone,” Kibum said in between kisses, although his arms were slowly making their way up to twine around Jonghyun’s shoulders. “Yours looks ridiculous.”
Jonghyun happened to like his phone, thank you, so he disregarded Kibum’s last statement in favour of shamelessly asking, “Anything I can do to make it up to you?”
He dove in for another kiss but Kibum held himself back, looking him over with an assessing eye. His gaze quickly turned appraising, and it flooded Jonghyun with relief.
“There are a lot of things I want from you,” he spoke up, louder than before, nimble fingers playing with the collar of Jonghyun’s shirt, “and none of them require Minho to be in the same room.”
They both turned to look at Minho and had a split second to take in the look of shock on his face before he was bolting out of the door, slamming it shut behind himself. The wild glint in Kibum’s eyes was suddenly back, but it was okay this time around-welcomed, even-because he was also pushing Jonghyun towards the bed and unbuttoning his own fly.
Part 15