Neverland -Onkey [1/1]
note: u_unyu requested Onkey… so here it is. I’m sorry it took so long and that
this is so short.
Kibum feels eyes looking at him. It’s a ticklish burn on his neck, his arms, on his back. He feels it all the way through the dancing crowd and the smoke and through the heavy beats of the club-music.
He feels the gaze and somehow it makes him want to prove something. Prove that he is worth watching; prove that he is not an easy prey.
He closes his eyes, swings his hips and throws his arms up. He runs his fingertips through his slightly damp hair, bites his bottom lip and just feels.
He feels the heat and the bodies shifting around him. He feels the burning of the stare on him and the flowing motions of his body. And then suddenly there are big warm hands on his waist and something tugs in his heart and he breathes out, long and shuddered as chapped lips press against the shell of his ear.
“Hey there, beautiful,” the stranger whispers and Kibum chuckles, leaning against the toned chest pressed up against his back. The hands wander up his body, leaving goose bumps everywhere until they find their place intertwined with Kibum’s long fingers.
“Hey.”
Kibum turns around, slowly and in a languid motion, arms hooking around the stranger’s neck. He looks at him closely, looks for something in those small, dark eyes or on those full lips. Kibum lets a small smile play at the corner of his lips and the stranger answers with a smile of his own, wide and big and goofy but still so… dark.
Kibum feels completely captivated.
The stranger leans in close, noses bumping and breath mingling. He opens his mouth and Kibum can hear the word echoing in his head loud and clear; come.
He hears it above the pounding of the bass in his ear, feels it above the music thrumming through his body. And he wants to say; yes, ohgodplease yes, but what the hell? -He shouldn’t be reacting like that.
“Where to?” he gasps out instead, hands fisting in the black dress shirt in front of him and his head falling into his neck as the stranger lets his mouth slide against Kibum’s neck. Kibum swallows, and closes his eyes again, relishing in the feeling of the man pressed against him because it feels so… good.
“If you follow me, you'll know- I promise,” the man mouths against his skin and Kibum lets out a weak mewl. He pulls himself together, thinks that no, he is not that stupid and then he lets out a dry laugh, forces a smirk on his lips and slides out of the stranger’s grasp.
Put he is pulled back by his wrists, pushed flush against the man’s chest and it takes his breath away.
“Jinki.”
It takes a moment for Kibum to take his eyes off the other male’s full lips and to register what he just said and when it finally arrives in his brain he just lets out a: “What?” -and would like to bury himself now.
But the stranger just smiles knowingly and leans closer, his breath ghosting over Kibum’s cheeks and up to his ear.
“I’m Jinki,” he takes Kibum’s hand and presses it against his chest as he says that, “and you are Kibum.”
“How do you-“
“Will you come along?” Jinki interrupts and Kibum just stares for a while, not even bothering to move to the music anymore.
“Where to?” he knows it’s stupid to ask again, but maybe just maybe he will get a proper answer this time.
Jinki smiles, hands stroking Kibum’s pale cheeks as his lips once again find their way to Kibum’s right ear.
“To a world filled with imagination, where we stay forever young, where everything you believe in will become a reality, where you live however you want,” Jinki steps back and holds his hand out to Kibum and there is a glint in his eyes and Kibum can’t find out if it means Jinki is joking, or if he is telling the truth, “Don't hesitate. Take my hand.”
Kibum’s body screams yes and his mind screams no. He inhales, smile stretching on his pink lips and then he takes Jinki’s hand and they fly.
.
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- I apologize for grammar/spelling mistakes english is not my native language.
I hate LJ so fucking much and the fucking lj-cut doesn't work how I want it to
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this is so short.
Kibum feels eyes looking at him. It’s a ticklish burn on his neck, his arms, on his back. He feels it all the way through the dancing crowd and the smoke and through the heavy beats of the club-music.
He feels the gaze and somehow it makes him want to prove something. Prove that he is worth watching; prove that he is not an easy prey.
He closes his eyes, swings his hips and throws his arms up. He runs his fingertips through his slightly damp hair, bites his bottom lip and just feels.
He feels the heat and the bodies shifting around him. He feels the burning of the stare on him and the flowing motions of his body. And then suddenly there are big warm hands on his waist and something tugs in his heart and he breathes out, long and shuddered as chapped lips press against the shell of his ear.
“Hey there, beautiful,” the stranger whispers and Kibum chuckles, leaning against the toned chest pressed up against his back. The hands wander up his body, leaving goose bumps everywhere until they find their place intertwined with Kibum’s long fingers.
“Hey.”
Kibum turns around, slowly and in a languid motion, arms hooking around the stranger’s neck. He looks at him closely, looks for something in those small, dark eyes or on those full lips. Kibum lets a small smile play at the corner of his lips and the stranger answers with a smile of his own, wide and big and goofy but still so… dark.
Kibum feels completely captivated.
The stranger leans in close, noses bumping and breath mingling. He opens his mouth and Kibum can hear the word echoing in his head loud and clear; come.
He hears it above the pounding of the bass in his ear, feels it above the music thrumming through his body. And he wants to say; yes, ohgodplease yes, but what the hell? -He shouldn’t be reacting like that.
“Where to?” he gasps out instead, hands fisting in the black dress shirt in front of him and his head falling into his neck as the stranger lets his mouth slide against Kibum’s neck. Kibum swallows, and closes his eyes again, relishing in the feeling of the man pressed against him because it feels so… good.
“If you follow me, you'll know- I promise,” the man mouths against his skin and Kibum lets out a weak mewl. He pulls himself together, thinks that no, he is not that stupid and then he lets out a dry laugh, forces a smirk on his lips and slides out of the stranger’s grasp.
Put he is pulled back by his wrists, pushed flush against the man’s chest and it takes his breath away.
“Jinki.”
It takes a moment for Kibum to take his eyes off the other male’s full lips and to register what he just said and when it finally arrives in his brain he just lets out a: “What?” -and would like to bury himself now.
But the stranger just smiles knowingly and leans closer, his breath ghosting over Kibum’s cheeks and up to his ear.
“I’m Jinki,” he takes Kibum’s hand and presses it against his chest as he says that, “and you are Kibum.”
“How do you-“
“Will you come along?” Jinki interrupts and Kibum just stares for a while, not even bothering to move to the music anymore.
“Where to?” he knows it’s stupid to ask again, but maybe just maybe he will get a proper answer this time.
Jinki smiles, hands stroking Kibum’s pale cheeks as his lips once again find their way to Kibum’s right ear.
“To a world filled with imagination, where we stay forever young, where everything you believe in will become a reality, where you live however you want,” Jinki steps back and holds his hand out to Kibum and there is a glint in his eyes and Kibum can’t find out if it means Jinki is joking, or if he is telling the truth, “Don't hesitate. Take my hand.”
Kibum’s body screams yes and his mind screams no. He inhales, smile stretching on his pink lips and then he takes Jinki’s hand and they fly.
.
*
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- I apologize for grammar/spelling mistakes english is not my native language.
I hate LJ so fucking much and the fucking lj-cut doesn't work how I want it to
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