No Strings Attached [4/6]
Title: No Strings Attached [4/6]
Pairing: JongKey
Genre: Fluff/Sex
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: I do not own the members of SHINee or any other idols mentioned in this work of fiction.
Summary: Kibum and Jonghyun decide to become friends with benefits.
A/N: And Jinki enters! I kind of picked off of the Devil Wears Prada for the the whole Jinki and Kibum encounter. Don't worry! This story will be JongKey, I just wanted to have fun with it! :D
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Jonghyun creeped into the bathroom. His prey was staring at his reflection in the mirror, trying to fix his awful bed hair and he had no idea what going to happen. He didn't stand a chance.
He waited patiently for his prey to be to completely let his guard down before he striked. He moved slowly and quietly before he leapt, his arms circling Kibum's waist. Kibum jumped and turned in Jonghyun's arms, smacking his across the head.
"What the hell?!"
Jonghyun's famous goofy grin appeared on his face, "Well, good morning to you to."
"Get off," Kibum groaned, trying to push Jonghyun away, but Jonghyun was much stronger despite being shorter. "Why are you so annoying?"
"Aw, you love me," Jonghyun chuckled, burying his face in the crook of Kibum's neck.
"Right," Kibum replied sarcastically, but that one comment killed him. He finally pushed Jonghyun away and returned to his reflection in the mirror, "Why are you in such a good mood today?"
Jonghyun leaned against the counter, watching Kibum as he did his morning routine, "I just am. You don't like it?"
Kibum shrugged, a playful smile on his face, "What's not to like?"
"Oh, is that so?" Jonghyun questioned with a grin.
"Very so," Kibum replied, taking Jonghyun's hand and pulling the blond after him. They made their way into bedroom and it wasn't long until they were on the bed, peeling off the little amounts of clothes they had, lips attacking flesh.
Jonghyun pulled away and looked down at Kibum, "We have to get to work."
The diva pulled Jonghyun down, "This won't take long," he replied, kissing Jonghyun again.
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"You're insane," Minho said, as he watched Jongyun entered the building, still in the process of fixing his tie.
Jonghyun shrugged his shoulders, "Key and I were only going to do it once, but he needed a ride... and things happened."
"You're an hour late," Minho interjected.
"Hm, a lot of things happened," Jonghyun retorted, grinning as he pushed his way into his office. He sat down and immediately starting working.
Minho leaned against the wall and observed Jonghyun closely, "Nothing?"
The blond looked up at Minho, "Nothing what?"
"Over the last twenty some years you've known Key, you've never once felt anything for him," Minho asked, taking a seat in front of Jonghyun's desk.
Jonghyun shrugged again, "I dunno, maybe, but he's my best friend. I never thought of him as more then that."
"But what if he did?"
"But what if he did what?" Jonghyun questioned, looking up at Minho, "If he liked me? No, Key would never like me. There is no way in hell."
The taller of the two titled his head in interest, "What makes you say that?"
Jonghyun leaned back and ran a finger down his tie. Kibum bought it for a few years ago and it was his favorite, "Key likes his men, like he likes his alcoholic beverages. I'm just a beer."
Minho couldn't help, but laugh. He stood up and walked to the door. He turned to Jonghyun, "Key loves beer."
The blond watched Minho leave. Minho's words echoed in his head giving him a headache. He reached into his drawer and pulled out some pain relievers, but they wouldn't be much help.
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"Hello, are you Kim Kibum?"
Kibum looked up from his desk to see a oddly , dorky looking man standing in front of him. The diva observed the man in front of him, being a fashion designer, he could tell that the new comer wasn't interested in how he looked, merely that he was dressed.
The man looked a bit taller then Kibum, wearing a brownish suit with ugly dress shoes that probably cost more then the suit itself. He had a pair of wire-frame glasses on his face. His face was nothing to laugh at. Despite the awkward bowl cut, his face was superb.
"I am," Kibum replied, when he finished observing the male in front of him, "You are?"
"Lee Jinki, human resources sent me over," Jinki replied, smiling softly.
If Kibum was head over heels in love with Jonghyun, he would have died from the smile. It was small, but Jinki sure had a shiny smile, "You're kidding? Do you know what I do?"
Jinki glanced around the room, "Clothes?"
Kibum almost had a heart attack at the word. He stood up and walked around Jinki, "Clothes? I do fashion. By what you are wearing it is obvious you don't understand the concept," he stopped in front of the glasses wearing man, "You are in need a serious makeover. Get one and I'll think about hiring you."
He turned away from Jinki and made his way back to his seat. He took a seat and began working on his designs when he heard someone clear their throat. He glanced up to see Jinki still standing there. "The door is right behind you."
"I won't change the way I dress to impress you. I dress the way I chose because I want to. No one can tell me how to dress. The dress code for this place is professional and that is exactly what I am wearing," Kibum leaned back and stared at Jinki as he spoke. He could tell that Jinki was starting to get scared under his watch, "If someone has the nerve to tell me to change the way I am to get a job, I'd tell them to screw themselves."
"Are you done?"
Jinki stared at Kibum. He opened his mouth, but closed it in the end, "Yes."
Kibum turned back to his work, "You start tomorrow."
The man was shocked, but bowed anyways as he moved to leave, "You're taking me out on a date tomorrow. Dress... better."
"O-okay," Jinki replied before leaving the office.
Kibum leaned back in his chair as he watched Jinki leave from his glass door. He let a smile appear on his face. If he wanted to get over Jonghyun, he might as well have fun with it.