Kibum/Donghae, movie!verse fic
title: the good, the bad, and the influential
Kibum/Donghae
humor and fluff
the following can be blamed entirely on someone else.
Kibum would argue that in absolutely no way was Donghae a bad influence. Except for those few times Donghae would cut class, or cut school, or occasionally do things like toss all of Heechul's clothing in the bin outside of the girl's locker room - he'd only done it twice and Kibum was certain that, when it happened again, Donghae would be very apologetic. Again. - but none of those things really counted because Donghae was a good friend and had never forced Kibum to follow.
Admittedly, Kibum's own background wasn't exactly spotless either, but Donghae was the most interesting person Kibum knew, so none of those other things were really all that important. There was also friendship and something about making the most of his youth, but Kibum couldn't remember and didn't really care.
So when Donghae stood up in class, clutching his stomach, and claiming to have some disease that would soon end his oh so tragically short life, and could Kibum please lead him to the nurse to rest in his final hours, Kibum went along with it. As well did their teacher. Not because Donghae was in any way convincing, but because Kibum was an upstanding student and Donghae's note from his doctor looked real enough, and, most importantly, they were being disruptive to the dull hum of the classroom droning on.
Of course, they ended up at a park four blocks away, sitting on a bench and not bothering to talk. Donghae had fallen asleep on Kibum's shoulder, listening to something ridiculous and completely at odds with Kibum's image of him through his headphones, and probably drooling a little. Kibum stared off at nothing and thought about how nice it all was.
Things didn't end there, or start there for that matter, and a week later Donghae caught up to Kibum just outside the school gates and dragged him off to the side, hidden from the faculty and other students.
As good ideas went, Donghae's wasn't even on the list. Kibum, nevertheless, disregarded that knowledge, choosing instead to take hold of Donghae's hand and walk with him in the direction that looked incredibly like the way back to Kibum's own house. It shouldn't have surprised Kibum at all when they ended up in his bedroom - after hiding, again, out of sight and waiting for his parents to leave for work - playing video games and eating the metric ton of junk food Donghae had hidden in his backpack, but it did.
When Kibum was laughing harder than he had in a long time, after killing Donghae's character in the game for the fifth time in a row, he couldn't help thinking there was nowhere else he'd rather be.
The next time it happened Kibum was slightly more prepared and Donghae didn't have to say anything to convince him to stay outside after lunch was over. Once everyone had gone back inside the building, they were left alone to pick through whatever food they had left and not talk about anything even remotely close to educational. In fact, Kibum couldn't remember the last time he'd sat through a class and paid any attention to the front of the room instead of Donghae who was usually asleep at his desk or writing out intricate dance routines in his math book.
After Donghae ran his fingers over the back of Kibum's neck, bringing them nose to nose, Kibum thought that he probably wouldn't look anywhere else for the rest of the school year. When Donghae kissed him softly, he was sure of it.
Kibum had long since stopped bothering to even ask why or where or are you sure this is a good idea by the time Donghae accosted him outside of the student council room between classes and tugged him inside.
The kissing and hurried removal of clothing during the middle of school was new and different, however.
"You're a bad influence," said Kibum, sitting on the school president's desk, legs wrapped around Donghae.
Donghae laughed softly, breath tickling Kibum's neck. "Me?" he tightened his grip on Kibum's hips and pulled him closer. "I think you're confused." Kibum gasped as Donghae's teeth grazed his neck.
"What are you doing?" Ryeowook shrieked, standing in the open doorway, looking scandalized. One hand covered his mouth and the other waved about in what could have been vaguely threatening gestures, but Kibum couldn't be sure. He didn't usually understand anything Ryeowook tried to communicate.
Donghae stepped back and straightened his shirt. "Were we not supposed to be here?"
"This room is for student council only and you!" Ryeowook looked accusingly at Kibum, who was discreetly trying to button up his own shirt, "are no longer a part of it!"
Kibum slid off of the desk and linked hands with Donghae, trying to look appropriately chastised and embarrassed - unlike Donghae who was just trying not to laugh too loudly - and exited the room where Ryeowook was most likely cleaning and sanitizing everything for Shiwon's eventual arrival.
"A very bad influence," Kibum said with conviction.
Donghae looked around, then turned to face Kibum, eyebrow raised and an amused smile on his face. "This isn't the way to our classroom."
Kibum moved closer to Donghae, pressing their shoulders together. "I know."
Kibum/Donghae
humor and fluff
the following can be blamed entirely on someone else.
Kibum would argue that in absolutely no way was Donghae a bad influence. Except for those few times Donghae would cut class, or cut school, or occasionally do things like toss all of Heechul's clothing in the bin outside of the girl's locker room - he'd only done it twice and Kibum was certain that, when it happened again, Donghae would be very apologetic. Again. - but none of those things really counted because Donghae was a good friend and had never forced Kibum to follow.
Admittedly, Kibum's own background wasn't exactly spotless either, but Donghae was the most interesting person Kibum knew, so none of those other things were really all that important. There was also friendship and something about making the most of his youth, but Kibum couldn't remember and didn't really care.
So when Donghae stood up in class, clutching his stomach, and claiming to have some disease that would soon end his oh so tragically short life, and could Kibum please lead him to the nurse to rest in his final hours, Kibum went along with it. As well did their teacher. Not because Donghae was in any way convincing, but because Kibum was an upstanding student and Donghae's note from his doctor looked real enough, and, most importantly, they were being disruptive to the dull hum of the classroom droning on.
Of course, they ended up at a park four blocks away, sitting on a bench and not bothering to talk. Donghae had fallen asleep on Kibum's shoulder, listening to something ridiculous and completely at odds with Kibum's image of him through his headphones, and probably drooling a little. Kibum stared off at nothing and thought about how nice it all was.
Things didn't end there, or start there for that matter, and a week later Donghae caught up to Kibum just outside the school gates and dragged him off to the side, hidden from the faculty and other students.
As good ideas went, Donghae's wasn't even on the list. Kibum, nevertheless, disregarded that knowledge, choosing instead to take hold of Donghae's hand and walk with him in the direction that looked incredibly like the way back to Kibum's own house. It shouldn't have surprised Kibum at all when they ended up in his bedroom - after hiding, again, out of sight and waiting for his parents to leave for work - playing video games and eating the metric ton of junk food Donghae had hidden in his backpack, but it did.
When Kibum was laughing harder than he had in a long time, after killing Donghae's character in the game for the fifth time in a row, he couldn't help thinking there was nowhere else he'd rather be.
The next time it happened Kibum was slightly more prepared and Donghae didn't have to say anything to convince him to stay outside after lunch was over. Once everyone had gone back inside the building, they were left alone to pick through whatever food they had left and not talk about anything even remotely close to educational. In fact, Kibum couldn't remember the last time he'd sat through a class and paid any attention to the front of the room instead of Donghae who was usually asleep at his desk or writing out intricate dance routines in his math book.
After Donghae ran his fingers over the back of Kibum's neck, bringing them nose to nose, Kibum thought that he probably wouldn't look anywhere else for the rest of the school year. When Donghae kissed him softly, he was sure of it.
Kibum had long since stopped bothering to even ask why or where or are you sure this is a good idea by the time Donghae accosted him outside of the student council room between classes and tugged him inside.
The kissing and hurried removal of clothing during the middle of school was new and different, however.
"You're a bad influence," said Kibum, sitting on the school president's desk, legs wrapped around Donghae.
Donghae laughed softly, breath tickling Kibum's neck. "Me?" he tightened his grip on Kibum's hips and pulled him closer. "I think you're confused." Kibum gasped as Donghae's teeth grazed his neck.
"What are you doing?" Ryeowook shrieked, standing in the open doorway, looking scandalized. One hand covered his mouth and the other waved about in what could have been vaguely threatening gestures, but Kibum couldn't be sure. He didn't usually understand anything Ryeowook tried to communicate.
Donghae stepped back and straightened his shirt. "Were we not supposed to be here?"
"This room is for student council only and you!" Ryeowook looked accusingly at Kibum, who was discreetly trying to button up his own shirt, "are no longer a part of it!"
Kibum slid off of the desk and linked hands with Donghae, trying to look appropriately chastised and embarrassed - unlike Donghae who was just trying not to laugh too loudly - and exited the room where Ryeowook was most likely cleaning and sanitizing everything for Shiwon's eventual arrival.
"A very bad influence," Kibum said with conviction.
Donghae looked around, then turned to face Kibum, eyebrow raised and an amused smile on his face. "This isn't the way to our classroom."
Kibum moved closer to Donghae, pressing their shoulders together. "I know."