http://www.asianfanfics.com/story/view/1231907/just-another-blue-night-fluff-jonghyun-jongkey-key-shinee So.... I wrote something. It's inspired by another fanfic a Shawol wrote where Key visits Jjong during "Blue Night" and it got me thinking of this one. It's non AU,established boyfriends, the only difference is that along w/ living in the SHINee dorm Jonghyun and Key live together in their own apartment. Please don't judge this too much *hides in corner away from possible criticism*
“AAAHAHAHAHA!” The doors of the elevator ding open and I’m sure Kibum’s loud laugh has woken up all the neighbors as its high pitch echoed down the halls.
“Ya! It’s not funny! It really hurt! I think she left a permanent scar.” I feel around my head for the small ‘scar,’ but end up giving into his dimpled smile again. I’m pretty sure I’m wearing the dumbest grin on my face, but I can’t help it…his laugh has always been contagious.
“Oh, but it is~” I watch him wipe the tears from his eyes only to begin his cackling again when he turns to look at my face. “Why the fuck would you tell her that?!?! And in front of her friends!!!!?!?”
Okay, so maybe I could have been more subtle in how I handled my break up with his sister. But as I explained earlier I had to give her a believable reason to hate me, to want to break up with me, to never take me back or pursue me. I never wanted her to find out the true reason. A breakup like this she could get over, but a cheating boyfriend involving her own brother would destroy her life; her womanly pride.
See! I was nice in the end.
“Look, you can laugh all you want, but it worked. I was wounded, beaten up and dragged like a ragdoll by a petite 70 pound (totally exaggerating) woman, but it worked.” Kibum shakes his head as he giggles under his breath. “Whatever, come on let’s go wait for Jinki, he should be home soon. I’m sure he’ll be more than happy to see you finally visiting.”
He stands in front of the apartment unlocking the door, the sweet smell of the interior invading my nostrils as he opened it. “It smells nice in here.” I say slipping off my shoes and following him inside. “Oh, must be the candles I lit earlier. Their scent can linger for hours after I’ve blown them out. I like them very much. Although, Jinki likes to say it’s more of an obsession.” His giggle reaches my ears as I look at the various pictures around the living room. “You want something to drink? Eat, maybe?” He asks, walking towards the kitchen.
“Sure.”
Kibum is busy rummaging through the refrigerator when his phone dings from the kitchen counter. I turn to look at him as he reaches for his phone, observing the changes in his facial expression when he read the message. “Looks like I’ll be sleeping alone…again.” He muttered to himself, chunking the phone over the counter and leaning his hands over it.
“What’s wrong?” Nothing good, I can only presume. “Hm?” His head comes up to look at me. “Oh, it’s nothing.” He dismisses. “Jinki texted me saying he had a lot of work to do and wouldn’t be coming home tonight.” His sigh indicating that this isn’t the first time Jinki has prioritized work. Which honestly, doesn’t surprise me. That kid has always been a workaholic; all work no play.
“Oh…do you want me to go?” I ask with my thumb pointed towards the door.
“NO!” His hands fly of the counter and his face a bit panicked. “I mean, stay. We can still hang out without him, right?” His weak smile trying to convey as much optimism as possible.
Don’t smile like that. Please.
“Here, why don’t you have a seat on the couch and I’ll bring out the stuff, hmm?”
Stop it.
“Kibum.”
“Just go sit, I’ve got it.” His voice comes out shaky, his eyes turning turning more agonizing as I stared. “Really, I got it. I can do everything by myself.“
Why does it feel like that message wasn’t intended for me?
His eyes begin to water and a tear dances down his cheek. “Hey-” I step closer in alarm, but he quickly turns to wipe his eyes, “Oh, must have gotten something in my eye.” He clears his throat and walks to the fridge without looking at me. His unsteady hands reaching for the glass bottles of beer.
I can’t take the site of this anymore. Why does he have to act like nothing is wrong? It just makes him seem more pitiful. I walk to him placing my hand on his wrist. “Here, I got it.” His body stiffens and his head hangs low, his black fringe covering his face.
“No.”
“Would you quit being so dam stubborn and let me help you!?”
I honestly didn’t mean to raise my voice or pull at his wrist like I did, but the way he was acting was frustrating. He was never like this; this wasn’t him. He jerks his hand back as he turns to look at me, his eyes welling up with tears.
“WHY?! JUST LEAVE ME ALONE! I DON’T NEED YOU TO HELP! I’M FINE ON MY OWN!…perfectly fine.” The tears he’s been holding in finally come cascading down.
There you go, dummy. Let it out.
I caress his hair as he leans against the fridge, gripping the handle with force. It’s a solid five minutes before his cries die out and I can finally hear the sniffles coming from him. I pat his back and ruffle his hair once more, his head slowly rising.
Messy hair and puffy eyes; cute.
“Aigoo~” My hands come up to cradle his face as my thumbs wipe the remaining tears from his eyes. “Do you feel better now?” I ask with a sympathetic smile, bringing my arms back down to my side. He stares at me for a moment before doing the unexpected. His feet take a step towards me and his face angles up to mine to place a chaste kiss on my lips. My eyes widen at his sudden action and I am rendered speechless.
Wh-what just happened?
“Stay.”
“Kibum, did-did you-did we just…” His hands slide up to my shoulders. “Just stay with me.” Dear God, What kind of ultimate test is this?! He’s my best friend’s fiancé. I can’t be doing this. Yet, I don’t think I can last much longer with the way his teary eyes are staring into mine; the way his slender hands loosen and pull at my tie. My beating heart about to burst through its cavity.
Has he always been this beautiful?
Ba-dump
1, 2
His touches are more delicate than I remember.
Ba-dump
1, 2
"Don’t just stand there.” Came the faint whisper. “…hold me.” He says with desperate eyes searching mine. “Please.” I find it impossible to say no at this point, my arms wrapping tightly around his waist, pulling him close as our lips met again. So much pain.
Have you always been this unhappy?
Have you always felt this lonely?
My mind can’t help but ask these questions as our lip interchange breaths. I start to push him back further into the apartment, not once loosening my hold around him. His hands remain firmly around my neck. The back of his legs hit the couch and I softly sit him down, our lips slowly detaching as I stand to remove my suit one button a time. His eyes glued to me as the fabric falls to the floor and I’m right back over him.
Neither of us has said a single word, silence once again suffocating us with an overwhelming atmosphere. Only this time it was something different.
What is this?
My right arm wraps underneath his back as I pull him up slightly, laying him properly on the couch. His body feels so light.
Have you been eating well?
My hands slide up his shirt, my cold fingers caressing his slim waist, and abdomen. “Hah” His breath hitches at the soft movement, my fingers probably feeling like ice cubes being dragged over the heat of his body. I can feel the goosebumps form as my hand slithers up to his chest, my thumb lazily passing over his nipple.
They’re still as sensitive, I see.
I lift his shirt completely off his body, my eyes roaming his milky flesh and basking in his beauty. My hands find their way to his waist, unbuttoning the dark washed jeans and pulling them down leisurely along with his boxers. He shivers, turning his body slightly away from my gaze. He can still come across as cute in such a situation, my bottoms beginning to feel tight at the mere sight.
My hands continue to roam his naked body, each touch a soft whisper against skin as I kiss his lips, jaw, neck, and all the way down to his porcelain thighs. My ears indulging in the hymn of his moans, each breath and whimper tempting me to do more as I nibbled his thighs in between licks and kisses, his hands gripping my hair as he begs for more.
The way he calls my name, the way he tells me to hold him. I want to etch my skin into his, a tattoo he will forever wear and everyone will know. Mine. He is completely aroused, his legs spreading wider with each touch and his shudders become little quivers of want. With the slight tug he gives to my hair, I knew that I shouldn’t make him wait any longer.
I sneak one of my hands up and under his bottom, my finger circling his entrance to prepare him. His eyes widen and he takes in a deep breath. He calls my name shakily as I start with one finger, immediately feeling the tight warmth as I push it further in, his chest rising and falling with each breath.
I briefly look up to soak in the beautiful expressions he’s making as I prep him; his fluttering eyelashes and bobbing adam’s apple. I swallow wanting to see more. I add a second finger and do the same, pushing them in and out at a fast pace. “Ah, ah…” He hums, sinking his teeth into his bottom lip to keep quiet. But I want to hear it all. Show me everything. Now for lucky number 3.
This is going to hurt a bit.
“Relax for me.” I say, inserting all three fingers, taking notice of how his eyes tightly close from the slight sting of the stretch. My fingers twist and curl inside trying to find the bundle of nerves that would give him complete and utter bliss. His temples are beginning to sweat as the slight discomfort eventually turns into pleasure and his back arches beautifully off the couch. “AH! There! Right there!”
Eureka.
I thrust my fingers in and out a few more times, making sure to map out the exact location of his prostate before pulling them out. My sight drifts up his body as I hover back over him to kiss his lips, his breath still restless and his eyes slightly open waiting in anticipation for what was to come.
I align myself with his entrance, making sure to hold his hips in place as I push myself halfway. His eyebrows furrow and the corner of his lips twitch as I let him adjust. I wait until the grip he held on my arm relaxed before pushing myself all the way in, once again, letting him adjust to my size. It seems Jinki hasn’t laid a finger on him. He’s extremely tight, I could cum just from this.
“Alright, I’m all the way in. You okay?”
"Mmhmm~.“ His hips grind up into me, giving me the all clear signal to move.
My movements are slow. I want to be careful not to hurt him. It’s been a long time since he’s had sex, I can tell by the way his back arches and his chest heaves. The way he looks at me with eyes of trust. And I don’t want to be rough.
I rock my hips in and out at a steady pace, my hands regaining their magic touch as they recall those special spots on Kibum’s body. His neck, his thighs, the sensitive spot behind his ear that makes him shudder and call my name softly in such a way that makes me want him all the more.
"Ha~”
"Ah~“
"Mmm~”
He’s mesmerizing. I watch as he loses himself in the pleasure, in his moans, in my every touch. His eyes close and his arms wrap around me hugging me tight, pulling me closer, slipping in deeper. God it feels good, he’s so beautiful.
“I missed you.” comes the faint whisper beneath me.
I lift my head to quickly look at him, my eyes burning into his. He was completely taken away, his subconscious taking over….and my desire blinding mine. There was no need for reason or thought, it was just us and our touch and him.
My thrusts quickened. “AH!”
"Jonghyun~“ He calls in a voice I’ll never forget, the pure need and desperation of it seeping into my heart and shocking my senses.
Thrust.
This was never supposed to be his. This.
Thrust
Him. All of him was supposed to be mine.
Thrust–deeper, slower
Mine.
“Ha~”
I’m losing my mind; my control.
Thrust–until I’m all he ever thinks about
Have I been in love with you this whole time?
Thrust–until I’m all he ever feels
Is that why I always avoided you?
Thrust
Because I knew I wouldn’t be able to stop myself? That I would take you back in a fraction of a second if I ever saw you again?
Thrust
No. I can’t. I shouldn’t be doing this!
Thrust
"Jonghyun~”
His eyes finally open and his hand comes up to cup my cheek, the look he holds has melted my whole resolve. His eyes are twinkling in that purely oblivious way and his red cheeks are flushed red and I, I just…
Fuck! I’m absolutely in love with him.
My thrusts become erratic catching him off guard as his eyes go wide and his head snaps back. His lips open and close with soundless moans and faint pleas. He’s calling my name, he’s holding me. I’m watching him. I’m cuming.
My teeth sink into his shoulder as I give one last thrust that drives me to my release, it’s blinding; it’s wonderful. It feels like hell and heaven combined–a sin, a deliverance.
“Don’t- marry him.” I say in between breaths.
“What?”
“Jinki. Don’t marry him.”
“Jong-”
“I love you.” I kiss him, my lips molding with his, my hand coming up to cup his cheek as I tilt his chin up, deepening the kiss to convey…I need you. “I always loved you. I think deep down I was scared. Scared that what I was feeling was wrong. That it couldn’t possibly be love, but now I’m certain of it…” His face conveying nothing but confusion as I throw him into a loop of emotions.“Cancel your wedding. Come with me, instead.” Kibum’s sweet smile drops and the twinkle in his eyes fades away, reality finally sinking in.
"What?”
“Say yes.” I say intertwining my fingers with his and kissing the back of his hand.
“Jong…we can’t. You know our family, especially Jinki and my sister, would never allow it. They’ll never forgive us. We’ve lied to them all of these years and- and we’ve betrayed them all over again. Oh God, I-” His eyes brimming with tears again as he says the last part.
“And who says I need anyone’s approval to love you the way that I do?”
“But-”
“No buts. You’re mine now and I’m never letting you go. Consider yourself stuck with me.”
There it was again, the dimpled smile I fell in love with. How can I live without it now? There’s no way. I needed Kibum.
Will you take my hand and never let go? Will you show me all that you are? Will you let me love you like it was meant to be? Please. Tell me how you really feel.
His hand cups my cheek to lead me back down to him, kissing me in the same way I kissed him moments ago, as he whispers and sears the three most beautiful words onto my lips.
“I love you.”
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Dun-dun-dun!
There we have it my little nuggets part 2 of Suit up. I really hit a wall with this one. I was starting to get frustrated because i couldnt put my scrambbled words onto paper, but before i could go completely mad, an angel appeared and said “Here, let me help you, my child.”
Guess who came to my rescue? The one and only @nothingbutsoulmatesjongkey. (whom, you better be following and sending nothing but good vibes to.) Yup, this young lady is truly talented. I witnessed her work first hand and let me tell you….WAAAAAAHHH (insert heart eyed emojies here). Consider this the first of hopefully many other collabs.
Anyway I hope you enjoyed this two part drabble and I thank all of you for the patience you’ve had with me.
love you all! ^^
part ½
Ps: How many of you figured out Kibum still loved him? And at what part did you notice?
Have you ever been stuck in a situation so awkward that you’d sell your soul to the devil, himself, living your entire life in damnation if it meant getting out of there? Most of you would probably say yes, but I can guarantee that none is more awkward than my current situation.
I’m currently stuck in an elevator with someone I used to be rather close to. Someone who happens to be my ex-girlfriend’s brother, and whom I’ve slept with on more than one occasion, while I was still with her. Oh, and to top it all off, I’ve recently found out he’s engaged to my best friend.(Talk about a real life drama.)
Trust me, I didn’t know I was gay either. It simply happened, (again and again). We became too consumed by the sex that we started to forget reality, overlooking the people we may hurt if our little secret were to be discovered. So, we ended things midair, cutting every form of communication between one another. That is until Jinki introduced me to his soon to be fiancé, Kibum, a few months ago. And even then, I think all I said to the man was “nice to meet you”, right before feeding Jinki some sorry excuse and fleeing the scene.
Ever since then I have become the master of lies. Constantly having car issues, broken pipes, chore filled days, sick relatives, stomach aches—any excuse to avoid Kibum, I used.
And now? Now, I have no way out; I’ve been cornered. Silence suffocating us with its overwhelming atmosphere; awkwardness.
God, it’s getting hot in here. I bring a hand up to loosen my tie and clear my throat. Here I thought I would have a nice relaxing evening after work. But I guess I’m not that lucky, am I?
My eyes sneak a glance at the man beside me as they roam up his legs, torso, crossed arms, and eventually meet his feline eyes, that happen to be staring straight back at me.
I’m quick to turn my neck away, clearing my throat once again. Great, now he this I’m weird. I have to say something. This silence is killing me!
“So…” I say as my face slowly comes back up to look at him. “How’s the wedding planning coming along?” The sly smile displayed on his face falling as I brought up the topic. His head and shoulders droop as his fists grip and loosen at his side. “Peachy.”
“Doesn’t seem to be.” I mutter.
The man lets a gloomy laugh escape his lips. “Why do you care?”
“For a multitude of reasons, actually… First of all, you’re marrying my best friend. Second, we’ve hooked up on multiple occasions, and at one point you were also my brother-n-law. So on some level, regardless of our current situation, I care about you.”
Well, that certainly came out more sentimental than I wanted. I honestly didn’t expect all of that to fall from my mouth as freely as it did. Kick up the awkwardness another tenfold, please. But instead another meek smile appears on his lips.
“Jinki and I haven’t been doing so well. I don’t know, maybe it’s just the stress of the wedding or his busy job schedule. But we’ve been arguing constantly. We argued last night, actually.” He sighs and he rubs his eyes. “I didn’t sleep a wink. Which is probably why I look and feel like shit today.”
“How could you possibly ever look like shit?” The compliment slips my mouth before I could think. And there it was; a smile. A sincere shy smile on Kibum’s face. I’m too captivated by his adorable dimples that I’m caught off guard by his sudden question.
“Hey, you want to grab a drink with me tonight? I could really use one.”
“Huh?” Is he talking to me?! “Um, do you think that’s appropriate? I mean, you’re an engaged man.” I chuckle awkwardly as I rub the nape of my neck.
“Yeah, so? I don’t see anything wrong with it.”
Well, he doesn’t seem to care. “You don’t think Jinki will mind?”
“Are you kidding?! That’s all he’s been wanting these past months. It’s the only reason he decided to move into this apartment building. He figured if you wouldn’t come to us, we would come to you.” My eyes grow in disbelief. That sneaky little shit, I can’t believe he went to such lengths. “…and since you’re no longer with my sister I doubt she gives two shits about what you do and don’t do.” He laughs, remembering the night I broke up with her. Who could forget? Their house was torn apart. She was rather upset when I told her I couldn’t stand her anymore.
What? I had to spare her somehow. After sleeping with her younger brother, I’m pretty sure she’d prefer that than, “I slept with your brother and now I like men. Sorry.”
I’m brought out of my thoughts by the ding of the elevator doors opening and Kibum waiting expectantly for an answer. “Well?”
He does have a point, Jonghyun. What’s wrong with a few drinks? Maybe it’s the key to patch things up and finally move on from this mess.
“Alright.”
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Welp, here we are.
Yes, this will be a two part drabble. So don’t worry. I’ll try to finish part 2 as quickly as I can. Keep and eye out. ^^
Oh, and I decided to play around with a different writing style. What do you think? (I probably butchered it. I think I’ll go back to my old one TvT)
“What do you think? Red or black?” Krystal asks from her closet, holding up a red dress and black blouse.
Kibum looks up from his magazine for a millisecond before looking back down and turning the page. “Neither.”
“Wow, no hesitation, huh?” She scoffs as she disappears back into her closet. “Well, you asked for my opinion….and I gave it to you.” His eyes skim left to right looking at the latest fashion trends. “You could be less of a dick about it” Kibum breaks out into a wide smile as his friend continues to mumble things in her closet, shifting the hangers from one side to the other. “UGH! Being a girl sucks!” She flings a pair of jeans behind her. “Who set the standards of beauty anyway?!?”
Seeing that she wasn’t getting anywhere, Kibum sets his magazine down on the bed and stands up, making his way towards the other end of the room where Krystal was standing. “Move.” He nudges her out of the way and starts sifting through her closet.
“Ew.” He says, skiping the first dress.
“No.” skip.
“Oh, god. Why?” he holds up an old tattered sweater.
“Hey!” Krystal yells. “My grandma gave that to me!….its vintage.” Kibum eyes it up and down (as if the sweater offended his whole being with its mere presence) and tucks it away in the very back of her closet.
“I saw that!” She yells from the bed, standing up and heading over to supervise her friend.
“Whatever. You can dig it out later…preferably when I’m not here.” Kibum continues searching.
“Nope.”
“Next.”
“Definitely no.” He scrunches his button nose.
“…..hmm” Kibum pauses, tilting his head as he considers the outfit he currently held in his hands, eventually deeming it worthy.
“Here” He says, finally emerging from the depths of her wardrobe hell. “Wear this.” He hands her the outfit he managed to put together by some miracle. Krystal looks at him and then down at the outfit ‘casual but chic’ she thought, nodding in approval.
“You’d better hurry up and change. You’ve got about half an hour.” He says as he smirks down at his watch. Krystal’s head snaps up and turns to look at the little electric clock on her night stand, her eyes growing wide as she realized the time. “SHIT!” She scrambles to gather a pair of panties and her best push-up bra before making her way to the bathroom. “I HAVEN’T EVEN SHOWERED!” Comes her echoing voice from down the hall right before the bathroom door slams shut. “She’s always late anyway.” Kibum shrugs, grabbing his magazine and sitting on the bed once again.
Fifteen minutes later and Krystal is rushing back into the room, destroying everything in her path like a mini tornado. She drops her towel as she reached for the shirt on the bed, revealing her almost naked body in front of Kibum. “Krystal?!?!?”
“What?” She asks in all honesty as her head pops out from the hole of the shirt. “Oh come on, Kibum. It’s not the first time you’ve seen me in bra and panties…besides, not like you’d be interested.” She smiles poking fun at his sexual preference and how any man would kill to be in his place.
“Don’t flatter yourself. Trust me when I say, I wouldn’t be interested even if I DID roll that way.” He responds in the same teasing tone while rolling his eyes to the right. Their eyes meet for a brief second and as if on cue they both burst into laughter.
“…Jerk.”
“So, what should I talk about?” Krystal asks as she grabs the washed out boyfriend fit jeans Kibum had picked out. “I mean, you know how awkward I am when it comes to these things.” She adds as she shimmies them up her thin legs.
“I don’t know…you and I are totally different.” He sits up in the bed, leaning his back flat against the heard board. “…What I see as casual conversation, you might see as crossing the line of ‘personal space’.” He smirks with a raised brow. “True.” Krystal sighs heavily and looks up towards the ceiling. “…I’m starting to regret this already.”
“Oh shut up. It hasn’t been that long since you’ve dated…not that this would be considered a date.” He adds and squints at her in a teasing way. “…or that you’ve had sex.” Krystal snaps out of her thoughts and stares at him, baffled that he just said what he said. “Yeah, I know ~… What? Did you think you were the only one who gets to do the ‘creepy-I know everything about you-stalker friend’ thing?” Kibum gives her a look as if to say ‘Go on, try to prove me wrong.’ He leans forward, back no longer against the head board. “So, put your ‘big girl’ panties on and suck. it. up. You’re not that rusty. A few drinks in and you won’t even be thinking about how awkward or nervous you are. I promise. ” He gives her an encouraging smile and once again looks down at his watch. “Now, hurry up and finish getting ready. You’ve got less than ten minutes.”
Krystal turns to look at her night stand, confirming the time and makes a bolt for the bathroom for the second time. “…AND FOR GOODNESS SAKE, PUT SOME FUCKING MAKE UP ON!” He yells out to her, turning his attention back to the magazine he had left forgotten on the bed. “…You look like a dam ghost.” He mumbles, more to himself than to Krystal, as his eyes once again skim the pages of the magazine.
9:15 pm
“Well, so much for being there on time.” Jonghyun sighs as he glanced down at his wrist. He wanted to advance on the new budget before the weekend started and did in fact, manage to get a good amount of it done, but thanks to his need to be productive, he was now late. “If there’s one thing I hate, its being late.” He says as he saves and closes the spread sheets on the computer.
Standing to gather the scattered papers on his desk, he organizes and stacks them neatly into their appropriate folders to then be put away in the filing cabinet. “Well.” He slides his blazer on. “…here goes nothing.” With brief case in hand and everything safely locked away, he makes his way to the door, opening it and noticing everyone else had already left. “As usual, I’m the last one to leave.” He sighs, turning around to switch the lights off in his office, closing the door behind him, before making his way towards the elevator.
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Jonghyun arrives and parks his car along the curb in front of the bar. Before stepping out he loosens and pulls at the knot of his navy blue tie until it completely slides off his neck, his right hand coming up to unbutton the first four buttons of his shirt. “That’s better.” He inhales deeply as he rubs and rows his neck left to right, relaxing his shoulders as he exhales. When he feels he’s done with his “mantra”, he steps out of his car, handing his keys to the men at the valet and heads inside the building to find Krystal.
Once inside he can’t help but admire the interior of the place as his eyes wander from one end to another; it was smaller than he expected. His eyes roam again, noticing the small stage at the front of the room. ‘They must have live music here sometimes’ he thought. He looks up, admiring the glowing hues of light casting themselves on the ceiling and the walls. From red, orange, yellow, and back to white, the colors reflect off the chandelier that hung above the center of the bar area, giving it a sensual but relaxing feel. That’s when he saw her, his eyes cascading down the jeweled chandelier onto a familiar petite figure. She was apparently searching for something or someone, her head turning every which way. ‘She sure seems a lot more put together than this morning’ He thought as he chuckled to himself. Their eyes finally meet and she waves him over, patting the chair next to hers.
“I’m sorry, I lost track of time. I really didn’t intend on being this late.” He says apologetically as he pulls out the long legged chair and sits beside her at the bar. She smiles in return, “Oh, it’s okay. I just got here, actually….About 10 minutes ago.” Her getting ready taking longer than expected.
And so they sit there, he orders himself a drink and Krystal orders her second. Jonghyun enjoyed silence, yes, but not to this extent; not awkward silences as this. He clears his throat and begins some very unsuccessful small talk, their laughs only becoming that much more awkward. “Screw this.” Krystal says as she downs her drink in one take and slams the glass on the bar. “Oh…“ Jonghyun doesn’t know what to say so he simply sits there staring wide-eyed at her when Krystal starts waving the bartender over. “Two bottles of soju, please” She indicates with her index and middle finger, putting them up in a peace sign. The bartender nods and walks away to retrieve what she had asked for.
“Oh, okay? So we’re doing this?” Jonghyun asks, letting out a sincere chuckle this time. “Yup. If it’s going to make this awful awkwardness go away, then hell yeah we’re doing this.” She opens one of the bottles as soon as they’re brought over and begins pouring the shot glasses, sliding Jonghyun his and immediately downing hers. “Um, maybe you should slow down a bit” He says worryingly as she turns to look at him. “Would you shut up and drink it.” She replies, but he only continues to stare. “Don’t worry, I’m a big girl. I know how to handle my alcohol.”
‘Yeah, but I don’t’ thought Jonghyun as he downed the first shot of the night.
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A bottle and half of soju later and both of them are acting like giddy teenagers. It was as if they’ve known each other for ages. Only they didn’t. “Sooo~’” Krystal says as she toys with her shot glass, deciding to fill it up again. He looks over to her, waiting for her to finish her sentence.
“Why is it that “The Great Jonghyun of Finance” is single?”
Jonghyun laughs at the way she deepened her voice as she were a Greek god speaking from the heavens. How is this woman so corky? He couldn’t help the permanent smile on his face; the alcohol clearly serving its purpose. “Why do you say it like that???” He asks with a sincere laugh. “What do you mean?” She pours the remaining bottle into the glasses, handing one to Jonghyun. “The Great Jonghyun of Finance???” He tries to mimic the same tone she used earlier.
“What? Everyone knows Kim Jonghyun.” She shrugs her shoulders before downing her recently poured drink. “What is that supposed to mean?” He laughs, following her lead and taking his, giving her a confused look in return. “Well, you know~…everyone in the company just thinks you’re hot.” There was one in particular she knew of, who was waiting anxiously for the opportunity to jump his bones.
“Wow” Jonghyun’s confused expression was now replaced with that of pure wonder.
“What? It’s not a bad thing, is it?” She questions as he chuckles and shakes his head. What is this chick on? “Well, no, but you’re comments simply surprise me.” Oh yea the same thing as he…alcohol.
They continue having a great time, laughing and drinking as they listen and sing along with the live band playing on stage. The second part of Krystal’s question momentarily forgotten.
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Meanwhile at Kibum’s:
After Krystal, by some divine intervention, managed to finish getting ready, Kibum left her apartment to came back to his. He stands outside, unlocking the front door and stepping inside. “I swear, that girl completely wears me out. I just want to shower and go to bed.” He sighs as he takes off his coat, hanging it in the closet by the entrance and slipping his shoes off.
He walks straight to the bathroom to prepare his bath, taking his phone with him to connect it to the small speaker he kept on the counter by the sink. He turns the water on to let it fill the tub and proceeds to light his favorite scented candles. Today was going to be a “Kibum focus” night, no interruptions; pure relaxation. His clothes begin to slide off his body in a way that would have any sane person losing their mind.
Half an hour later and Kibum emerges from the steaming bathroom, dressed in his silk pajamas. Droplets of water fall from his damp hair, trickling down the sides of his face, sliding further down his long milky neck, until disappearing underneath the fabric of his top. (Does this man have any idea how attractive he is!?… probably.)
Kibum walks over to the kitchen to prepare his late dinner, opening the refrigerator to see what he had in stock to work with. “Well I guess I could make a light salad since it’s so late.” He begins to take the spinach and mixed veggies from the fridge. “I’d hate to wake up with a puffy face in the morning.”
And so he has his late dinner accompanied by a glass of sweetly aged red wine, his taste buds enjoying the slight bitterness as it hits the back of his throat. He finishes by placing his dirty dishes in the sink and putting the remaining ingredients back in the fridge. He looks back at the dishes he had just placed in sink and sighs “I’ll worry about those tomorrow.” He was extremely tired by the time he brushed his teeth, the after effects of the wine kicking in, but he decided to catch up on some reading. He reaches for his favorite book, making himself comfortable underneath the freshly washed sheets. He only reads a few passages before eventually drifting into deep slumber, falling into a euphoric dream.
~
Kibum was in his office with Jonghyun inches away from his face, as if it was happening all over again. Only this time it was different.
HOT.
That’s how Kibum feels. His temples starting to sweat. His fitted designer suit starting to feel a bit stuffier than usual. His palms wanting to grab what he can’t touch. His heart racing to no end. It’s too much. His lips parted letting out a sharp-shaky breath. ‘Fuck’. He thought to himself.
“YOU. ARE. NO. ADULT.” Jonghyun is practically burning his words into Kibum. At least that’s what Kibum feels as Jonghyun’s face is only centimeters away from his own. He can feel Jonghyun’s warm breath ghost over his lips. He can see the anger in his eyes, the clenching of his perfect jawline, even the quiver of his plump bottom lip as he speaks.
“No, you are no adult… You-” Jonghyun sneers. “You are a spoiled little brat who has done nothing but make my job a living hell.” He keeps his voice low. It’s raspy tone sending a chill down Kibum’s spine.
If he thought they couldn’t get any closer, he was wrong. Jonghyun tilts his head slightly to the left, steadily closing the remaining gap between them. ‘Is he…oh, fuck…he’s getting closer…he’s going to ki-’
Jonghyun locks his lips onto Kibum’s in a passionate kiss, immediately prying them open without much difficulty, slipping his tongue in to play with Kibum’s eager one.
‘Is this really happening? Oh, god please don’t let this be a dream.’ His hands come up to Jonghyun’s neck to pull him closer, his right hand running its fingers through the soft locks of hair, while his left remained at the nape of his neck to keep him in place.
Jonghyun runs his hands down Kibum’s thighs and slides them back up underneath, leading them to encircle around his waist. Kibum pauses and separates his lips from Jonghyun’s, their foreheads and noses still touching. His eyes come up to meet Jonghyun’s, and he swears it’s the most erotic thing he’s ever seen. The way they stared at him made him feel like he was being devoured in the most pleasurable way. The sole action of staring into them caused Kibum to arch his back as he let out a small gasp.
Jonghyun’s hands slither down to his waist, sending shivers down his spine as he feels the burning heat of every touch through his clothes. With his legs tightly wrapped around Jonghyun’s waist and his hands around his neck, Jonghyun lifts Kibum off the uncomfortable chair, turning and using one of his arms to knock everything off Kibum’s desk in one sweep. 'I can clean that up later’. Jonghyun sits him down on the desk, neither moving from the position they were in previously. Until Kibum finally moves his hands to slide to the front of Jonghyun’s buttoned shirt, feeling the hard muscle underneath as he bites his lip, “Fuck, you’re hot” ,the latter responding with a slight chuckle and smirk.
“Do you want it off?” Jonghyun leans to whisper into Kibum’s ear, his head flying up, nodding eagerly at the offer. His shaky hands make quick with the buttons on the vest and shirt, as Jonghyun takes care of his tie, removing it and throwing it back over his shoulder.
Kibum stares in astonishment, his slender hands moving cautiously towards the tanned skin as if he would combust the moment he touch it; it was the epitome of perfection. His hands finally meet the warm expanse of skin, his fingers tracing every muscle with care. But his hands come to a halt as Kibum feels Jonghyun undoing his belt. Their eyes meet and Jonghyun moves back in to claim his lips, his hands quick to unbutton Kibum’s pants.
Kibum releases a shameless moan, as Jonghyun wraps his hand around his hard length, the other swallowing the noise with pleasure. His hand tightens and begins to slide up and down the shaft at a slow intoxicating pace. Kibum’s breathing quickens, matching the speed of his beating heart. His hands once on Jonghyun’s toned abdomen, slide off his waist and reach for the flaps of his undone shirt, gripping them with force.
Jonghyun’s lips leave his own to trail open mouthed kisses and bites along his jaw and porcelain white neck. Kibum was losing it. He never would have thought this would happen, his knuckles turning pale as he was nearing the end. He feels his insides coil, his legs tightening and going limp at the same time, as his body tries to suppress the immense pleasure taking over him.
'No, not yet’ Kibum thought as he realeases one of his hands from its grip on the shirt and moves it to Jonghyun’s wrist, holding it in place. “Jonghyun” he breathes, “Please…not like this.” He looks up at Jonghyun with drugged, pleading eyes, his hands making a move for Jonghyun’s pants while the the standing male stilled his moving hand for a brief second to look into his eyes. “I want you.” Kibum says as he stretches his neck upward to kiss him, playfully biting and pulling on his bottom lip. ‘Why am I being this needy!? Is it possible for someone to take complete control of my body like this!?. “Plea-” Jonghyun kisses him again before his hand resumes its movements from before, only this time faster, his hand mixing up the speed and pressure as his arousal grew. His thumb constantly running over the slit, smearing the precum as he massaged the ridge between the head and the shaft, Kibum’s hand once again reaching for the flaps of the shirt. “Jong…hyun, I-” He can't finish his sentence as Jonghyun grips the head of his cock and whispers in his ear. “Shhh, you’ll have what you want soon enough.”
And just like that he comes undone, his knuckles numb (almost transparent) from the grip he held on the fabric. His legs tighten around the slim waist in front of him as his back arches and his head is thrown back in the most hypnotizing moan.
*RIIIING*
Jonghyun’s right hand holds onto the small of Kibum’s back, while the other holds the back of his head, caressing and running his fingers through his silky hair. Kibum comes down from his high, his legs and hands loosening as his head leans against Jonghyun’s chest, listening to the slow rhythmic beat of his heart.
*RIIIING*
"Kibum?” Jonghyun says as he keeps stroking the back of his head. “Aren’t you going to get that?” Seeing as Kibum didn’t reply Jonghyun hooks his finger around his chin and lifts it so he could face him. “Kibum.”
“Hmm?” He finally realizes he was talking to him.
*RIIIING*
“Your phone. Aren’t you going to answer? ”
“Kibum.”
*RIIIING*
His eyes snap open to the piercing ring coming from his phone, realization sinking in. “You’ve got to be kidding me!? It was all a dream?!?!?” So realistic, all of it. He sits up to reach for his phone on the nightstand when he feels the sticky substance in his pajama bottoms. “Fuuuck.” He groans as he throws his head back, briefly forgetting about his noisy phone. He notices the time “2 am? Really??” He slides his thumb across the screen to answer.
“Hello?” He says in a groggy tone.
“Kibum?” It was Krystal.
“Dammit Kyst-”
“I think I went a little over board~” She scratches the back of her head as she looks over her shoulder at a very drunk Jonghyun who was talking adamantly about who knows what to the bartender.
“No seriously she’s adorable!” He slurs, “Look!” he says practically shoving his phone in the man’s face to show him his lock screen of the ‘oh-so-beautiful’ Roo.
“I need your help.” She bites her lip intently.
Kibum pauses to look down at his crotch and lets out a heavy sigh. “Give me a couple of minutes.” He says, reaching down to feel the sticky fabric with a disgusted face.
“…I need to change first.”
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WOOOOOOOOW,
That was a long one, huh?(warned you) I was going to split it into two but figured, “what the hell” it wouldn’t make too much sense if I did. Soooo~ there you go! double the length! (you all deserve it.) ^^
Oh, and I apologize for the awkward sex dream (not very fluent in smut yet TvT) and any other mistakes you may find hahaha.
As always I thank you all for loving this fic, for always messaging me lovely things, and for sharing and tagging me in an array of Jongkey-spirations! (gifs, pics, and all)
Anyway, make sure to check out the previous parts if you haven’t already. ^^
Ps:
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Jonghyun turns his head to face her. “Hmm?” He casually, but politely answers. “I know this may be a bit out of line…” Krystal clears her throat hoping to bring out her inner flirt.
“…but, are you single?”
Jonghyun blinks several times, taken aback by her forwardness, the words escaping his lips before he could even think.
“Ye…Yes.”
Krystal takes a deep breath preparing to ask her next question. “Great! Would you like to grab a drink with me tonight?~” She tries to be as confident as possible. Her smile not faltering for a second.
“Um, tonight?”. Jonghyun questions still dazed, not entirely sure what was happening right now. Krystal begins to read the hesitation on his face. ‘No, you can’t let him back out now, Kystal. Do something!’ She gives herself another mental boost.
“Oh, come on. Don’t tell me you’re not a drinker?” Krystal laughs as she lightly slaps his arm. “…it’s the norm here. In business, everyone either smokes or drinks.” She chuckles again. “How else would we get by our shitty work days?”
Jonghyun stared into her eyes as she laughs. ‘Cute’ he thought. ‘You know, this could be good’. He continued to think to himself. ‘Drinks wouldn’t hurt and I did say to myself I owed her for dragging her around yesterday. Besides, people are starting to wonder about me. I haven’t been seen out in a while, especially with a woman. And I certainly don’t need any rumors starting up about me in this place’. With that, Jonghyun comes back from his thoughts and lets out a heavy sigh, hoping he wouldn’t regret what he was about to say. He turns to face Krystal smiling a closed lip smile and extends his right arm.
"I thought I should probably introduce myself. As yesterday wasn’t quite the proper time for introductions”. He extends his hand further towards her. “Think of it as my way of apologizing and accepting your offer for tonight”. He smiles widely. “I mean, the least thing I can do is buy you a drink or two after what I put you through yesterday.”
As they’re shaking hands the elevator doors open signaling Krystal’s floor. “Great!” She smiles widely, letting go of his hand and skipping out of the elevator. “See you tonight!~” Her melodic voice echoes down the hall. But before the elevator doors can close again Krystal reappears. “Oh, almost forgot.” She says, shoving her phone in his chest. Jonghyun juggles the phone in his hands, catching it before it hits the ground. “I’m going to need your number.” She smiled.
Jonghyun caught off guard, for the third time, by Krystal, stares at her and thinks ‘What happened to the extremely shy girl I thought she was’. He continues to stare, but lets a small smirk appear on his face before entering his number. 'What was he getting himself into’. He pressed save and handed the phone back to Krystal. With that, she snatched her phone from him, once again skipping out into the hall. “I’ll text you with the details! Bye!~”
The doors of the elevator close and Jonghyun’s hand remains in the same position it was in when he handed the phone back to Krystal. “Wow”. He chuckles, bringing his hand back down to his side. “Today is going to prove to be rather interesting, isn’t it?”. The elevator finally dings indicating his floor and Jonghyun steps out straightening his suit and tie. He walks down the hallway towards the reception desk where he greets Jen, “the gum smacking cow”. Not that she’s fat. She’s actually quite beautiful. She simply chews her gum like a cow’. He thinks to himself as he passes her, making his way to his office.
He enters his office, closing the door behind him. Unlike other bosses who uphold an open door policy, Jonghyun didn’t. He preferred to work uninterrupted, in silence. Thus, he made sure he always kept it closed. His employees knew better than to disturb him, unless it was of dire importance. Jonghyun makes his way toward his desk where he places his briefcase to the side, unbuttoning his blazer as he sits down. He gently moves his computer mouse to light up the screen and logs in. “First things first”. He says as he clicks on the email icon in the corner. ‘Twelve new emails’. He sighs, “Fun”. He skims the titles and notices that one of them is from his ‘beloved boss’. “I guess I should start with this one”. An eye roll along with another sigh come from Jonghyun. “Let’s see what the scumbag has to say”. He clicks the email and begins to read.
“Jonghyun, after having a long discussion with Mr. Kim of Marketing, in which he thoroughly explained the reasons for the delay, I have decided to give you, as well as your team, an extension.
I expect to have the new budget and proposal, WITH Mr. Kim’s most recent numbers, on my desk first thing Monday morning.”
“Well, he was being awfully generous, now wasn’t he” Jonghyun scoffs as he closes the email and moves onto the next one. “…I guess Kibum really does have some magic to him.”
(Meanwhile, in marketing.)
Kibum sits in his office waiting very impatiently on his best friend/assistant, who was supposed to be here over an hour ago with today’s marketing presentation for the department’s morning meeting. He sighs heavily. “I’m going to kill her.”….“Lord give me patience so I don’t.” Kibum buries his face in his hands, tilting his head back into the chair. He inhales deeply and is almost gasping for air when the door swings open. Another person falling victim to Krystal Jung’s abruptive entrances.
“What the hell is wrong with you?!” He exclaims as he straightens himself back on the chair. “Oh my god! You won’t believe what just happened!” she squealed, ignoring him completely. He continues to stare at her wondering why a prestigious man as himself had a friend such as her. 'I guess I should expect this from her.’ He thinks 'It’s not like it’s the first time she bursts in like this. I should really just call it the Krystal entrance.’ He's brought back when he feels a tiny pang on his forehead. “Did you just flick a paper clip at me?!” He looks up at her then on the desk where the little piece of metal had landed.
“Well yeah! You weren’t listening! I had to get your attention somehow. Called your name like five times”. She mumbles the last sentence, crossing her arms and letting out a small ‘hmph’. “Shows how much you care about what I have to say”. She continued. “Fine” he says massaging his forehead. “What’s so important that you were more than an hour late, busted into my office yelling at the top of your lungs, and had to throw a paper clip at me when I was in the middle of recovering from my sudden heart attack?” He asks with raised brows, emphasizing the “late” part in the beginning.
“Well the first part of your question is pretty obvious….I was hungover. Second, because I was excited. And lastly, I already told you…you weren’t listening”. She stands there tapping her foot incessantly. “Now, can we move on to the juicy part???”
“I suppose.” Kibum leans back in his chair, crossing his slim legs. “Shoot”. He nods giving her permission to continue. “Okay” Krystal turns and closes the door, Kibum staring at her confusingly. “I guess it really is something juicy if you’re closing the door.” She turns her around biting her bottom lip as she smiles. “Very”. Walking to one of the chairs in front of Kibum’s desk, she pulls it out and sits comfortably in it.
And so Krystal begins to tell her juicy story with amazing detail, Kibum’s smile growing wider and wider with every sentence. “Holy shit…”. He smiles unbelievably. “You actually fucking did it”. He stares at his friend in awe. “Oh shut up. I told you I could”. She says with an annoyed look. “You really need to start having a little more faith in me.” She adds, once again letting out a small ‘hmph’.
“Okay…” Kibum says as he tries to stop giggling to himself. “So, now that you’ve got him to agree, what’s next?” He asks uncrossing his legs, scooting closer to the desk and placing his arms over the top. “I don’t know” Krystal shrugs. “I was hoping you had some ideas.” “Oh, I have plenty of ideas~ But I don’t think you’d want to imagine me in such erotic positions~” Kibum implies with a smirk. “Gross, Kibum! Please, leave your sexual fantasies out of this for now. I know that I’m your best friend and all, but I’d prefer not to know what goes on in your bedroom.” Kibum leans closer over the desk and whispers “And who says we’ll only be doing it in the bedroom?~”
“Oh, my Go-oh-ew-ew- please, stop”. Krystal slaps her hands over her ears, causing Kibum to laugh heartily. “Okay, I’ll stop.” He chuckles, straightening back up in his chair. “Well, first of all, where do you plan on having drinks?…have you thought of any places?” He asks. Krystal raises her brows and then looks up towards the ceiling. “Mmm” She hums pensively. “No, not really. I’m not exactly sure we share the same taste.”… “You on the other hand.” She pauses to look back at Kibum. “You might share a whole lot more with him than I do.” She says to him. “Define ‘share’~…because I can think of a lot of things.~” He says playfully, once again teasing his best friend. “Key.” comes the warning, begging him to stop. “Okay”. He raises his hand up defensively.
“Oh, how about that place we went to last night? You liked it, right?” She suggests. “You mean the new bar by my place? Yeah, I thought it was pretty nice”. Kibum answers shrugging his shoulders. “Awesome! Then we’ll just meet there then!” Kim smiles at her enthusiasm “You really think that’s his style though?” She stops her short victory dance, looking back up at him. “Hey, you said it was nice. And you hardly think things are “nice””. She raises both hands, creating quotation marks with her fingers. “… unless they’re practically covered in gold”. Kibum is offended at the remark. “I DO NOT?!” he responds. “Whatever”. She waves dismissively, grabbing her phone from her coat pocket.
“What are you doing?” Kibum asks curiously, trying to peer over the desk at Krystal’s phone. “Looking up the exact name and address so that I can text it to Mr. Finance”. She responds as she concentrates on her phone, her thumb sliding up and down. “Got it!” Taking a screen shot of the name and address listed on their web site, Krystal sends it to Jonghyun in a quick text message. “Alright, well that’s done”. She says as put her phone on the desk and smiles at a very pleased Kibum.
(Back in Finance)
Jonghyun is typing away on his computer when he feels a small vibration in his left pocket. Keeping his eyes on the computer screen, he pulls the device out. He slowly unglues his eyes from the charts and number on the computer and brings them down to look at his phone. ‘a text message?’ He thought as he slides the screen to the right to unlock it. “Oh, from marketing girl.” He taps his thumb on the screen to open the message..
“Here are the details I promised. I’ll see you there at 9:00pm. Don’t be late. ;)”
Jonghyun can do nothing but shake his head and smile to himself. This girl was something else. How forward can she be? Did no one respect him in this place anymore? He honestly found this whole situation to be rather funny. “I can’t believe I’m doing this.” He sighs, replying to the text.
“I’ll be there.”
Send.
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Well then….hahaha
I have returned…well with an update that is…because we all know I’ve been on tumblr liking and reblogging like a maniac. lol
As promised here’s part 7! I hope you little nuggets enjoy. We’re getting closer and closer to the big “agreement”.^^
I apologize if it seems to be developing too slow for some of you, but I will try to make up for it in future parts to come. (atleast I hope I do lol)
Well that’s it from me. Make sure to check out the previous parts and summary if you haven’t already.
“What?!?” She exclaims, staring with wide eyes at her best friend. The bartender staring at Krystal like she had just committed the most horrendous crime humanly possible. “You want me to do WHAT?!?!” She continued.
“You heard me.” Kibum smirks. “I. Want. You. To. Find. Out. If. He’s. Gay.” He enunciates each word to make sure Krystal got the message.
“Oh, I HEARD you…” she says as she wipes her mouth. Meanwhile, the bartender is still staring daggers into Krystal as he wipes his bar…AGAIN.
“You do want to be involved in EVERY waking moment of my life don’t you?” Kibum taunts, swirling the mixture of whisky and coke in the glass, the ice clanking inside.
“DUH, but what you’re asking is ridiculous…” Krystal explains. “Like, how the hell do you suppose I find out, huh?!?!” She raises her brows and rolls her lips inwardly, forming a straight line.
“Should I stalk him? Seduce him? Try to sleep with him? Oh, even better…why don’t I just go up to him and ask him directly”… “Hey Mr. Finance, remember me? No? Well it doesn’t matter…are you gay?”. She expressed with full sarcasm.
Kibum rolls his eyes. “No, no, and definitely, no” he answers. “Then?!? How would you find out?”. She pauses. “Wait? Why am I the one doing this?” She furrows her brows. “Why don’t you do it!?!?” She then points an aggressive finger at Kibum.
“Simple, I don’t want to embarrass myself”. He says as he raises his hand to call the bartender. “Oh, and I presume it’s okay if I do?” Krystal questions. “Well, yeah.” Kibum answers as he received his new drink. “Ouch. Well, thanks for your honesty.” Sarcasm, yet again. Kibum laughs.
“Look, I can’t do something that risky. In case you forgot I’m supposed to be a successful “heterosexual” male in this industry. And being gay isn’t exactly looked highly upon in Korea, remember?”. He looks over at Krystal who seems to be processing the information. “And another thing, what if he’s not gay? Can you imagine what would happen to me?” Kibum continues. “I mean, the man practically wanted to kill me today. He hates my guts and I doubt he would keep something like this quiet.” He scoffs. “It’d spread like wild fire.”….“I’d lose contacts, friends, my status, and maybe even my job and career as a whole."
"Okay, okay, okay. I get it”. Krystal says, waving one of her hands to tell Kibum to shut up. “…You definitely have more to lose” She sighs. “I’ll do it.” Kibum smirks. “I knew you would.” She squints her eyes at him. “Asshole.”
“So, what do you suggest I do, ‘Almighty Key’?” She snickers as she takes a sip of her drink. “I don’t know?…that’s your job.” Kibum says, shrugging his shoulders. “What the fuck, Key?!”. Kibum couldn’t resist messing with his best friend. “I’m kidding!” He laughs. “Just flirt a little. Ask him out or something.”
“Ask him out!?! Like on a date?” Krystal almost chokes on her saliva. "If you want to think of it that way.” Kibum answers her. “Look, just ask him if he wants to grab a drink sometime. That’s it.” He pauses to look at a very perplexed Krystal and continues. “If he says no then maybe he IS gay, but we’ll never really know unless he agrees….that, or you’re CLEARLY not his type.”
"Hey!?! I’ll have you know, I happen to be plenty of guys’ type”. Krystal says a bit offended at her "supposed” best friend’s remark. Kibum chuckles at her abrupt cuteness and resumes. “If he says yes, then great! You get a better chance of finding out which way he rolls”. He winks back at Krystal.
“Drinks, it is” Krystal shrugs, sighing in defeat. “So, when do we start this "investigation?” She questions.
“Tomorrow”. Kibum grins mischievously.
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Jonghyun sits on his living room floor, leaning his back against the couch. “Where is it Roo?”…“Which hand?” Roo sits in between his sprawled legs, her little eyes following his closed hands. Left, right, up, down, right, left, down, up.
Her paw lands on the hand containing the delicious treat. "Oh, good girl!” He says heartily. “You’re so smart. Yes, you are”. He coos as he rubs his hands all over her head and face.
After playing enough with his sweet puppy, Jonghyun stands up and heads to the kitchen to make some tea. “Hopefully, something warm will help me sleep”. He says, filling the kettle with water and placing it over the hot stove top.
As the water boils, Jonghyun walks back to the living room where he picks up his acoustic guitar from its stand in the corner. He plops himself on the couch, Roo following and resting next to him. Jonghyun begins to strum the delicate guitar strings. “I haven’t written anything in a while…” He plucks the thinnest string earning Roo’s attention, her apple-size head popping up and tilting to the side. Jonghyun laughs at her cute reaction and lays his hand to his side to pet her head. “Should I write about the kind of day I had today?” He asks a very relaxed Roo laying on her belly. He smiles, but it soon falls as he reflects on his day.
“I’ve never been so angry in my life.” He grips the neck of the guitar. “Just looking at his face caused my blood boil”. Jonghyun paused briefly, remembering Kibum’s features. "His face…” fingers ghost over the guitar. His hands having a mind of their own. He faintly recalls the closeness of their faces, the slight tremor of his bow shaped lips as he got closer, the way his panther like eyes seemed to devour his soul with every breath. Jonghyun continues to fiddle with his guitar. “He was strangely beautiful”. He says unconsciously. “His features delicate like that of a woman, but sharp and chiseled like a man's”.
Roo whimpers as she stares up at her dad, who’s so lost in thought, he hasn’t realized he’s about to burn their house down with his boiling water. Jonghyun snaps out of his thoughts. He places the guitar on the couch, stumbling to get up and runs to the kitchen as he finally hears the loud whistle of the kettle.
“SHIT!”
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Despite the mess he made last night, Jonghyun managed to get a good amount of sleep. He was currently in the front lobby waiting patiently for the elevator. He glances down at his watch while his other clutches his brief case by its handle.
On the other end, Krystal runs in the front doors, hair a mess, jacket half way on, her glasses about to fall off her face. “Fuck!” she gasps. Looks like last night’s drinking wasn’t such a good idea after all. “Kibum’s going to kill me.” She says almost spilling her coffee as she tries to juggle everything in her hands.
Her tiny feet shuffle across the shiny tile floor, but come to an abrupt halt when she sees ‘Mr. Finance’ standing in front of the elevator doors. “Dammit.” She says through gritted teeth. “Today is not my day~” she whines as she goes back towards the front desk and gathers herself, properly fixing her jacket and glasses.
She tries to flatten out her stubborn, frizzy hair, but it’s impossible. “Ugh! Shoot me…” Her arms drop to her side. “Fuck it!” She says. “Today is going to be casual Friday”. She uses the hair tie on her wrist to pull her hair up into a somewhat decent bun. Once done, she exhales heavily. “Alright. You got this, Krystal”. She gives herself a quick pep-talk before striding over to the elevator with quick steps.
Jonghyun looks down at his watch again. ‘What the hell is up with the elevator today’ He thinks as his hand drops back down to his side. When he looks back up, he turns his head towards the front desk as if he wanted to ask what was taking so long. But he doesn’t even get a chance when a petite frame obscures his view, coming inches from his face.
“Hi, there!” Krystal smiles brightly.
Jonghyun clenches his chest, his fingers gripping tighly onto the front of his suit. “Jesus FUCKIN’ Christ.” He gasps as he stumbles and leans a hand on the wall next to the elevator.
“Sorry, did I scare you?” Krystal asks in a chipper manner, keeping that bright smile on her face. Jonghyun looks up at her with a look that screamed ‘No, shit!’ He steps away from the wall and tugs at the bottom of his suit jacket to straighten himself out. Krystal giggles and apologizes sweetly. “I’m sorry”.
She extends her hand to introduce herself properly, “Krystal Jung”. Jonghyun takes her hand. “Do you remember me?” She asks. “I obviously didn’t look this poorly put together when we first met.” She shows with her finger. Jonghyun is a bit muddled at the sudden conversation, but it eventually clicks as he’s still shaking her hand.
"Ah, yes! Marketing girl, right?” Krystal laughed at the nickname. At least they had something in common. She smiles at him. "Bingo”.
The elevator doors finally ding open.
"About time”. Jonghyun says. “I take it you’ve been waiting for a while?” Krystal asks as they both step into the elevator. “Yeah, I was beginning to think this thing was broken and I had to climb up five flights of stairs”. He jokes and presses the button to his floor and Krystal hers.
The elevator doors close and they begin to make their way up. ‘Alright, it’s now or never, Krystal’. Her hand’s start to sweat as she clasps them together. ‘Who knows when you’ll get a chance like this again? Come on, suck it up! Channel your inner diva. Confidence, Krystal. Confidence.’ She looks up at the floor indicator. Two more floors.
"Hey” Jonghyun turns his head to face her. “Hmm?” He casually, but politely answers. "I know this may be a bit out of line…” She clears her throat hoping to bring out her inner flirt. “but, are you single?”
Jonghyun blinks several times, taken aback by her forwardness.The words escaping his lips before he could even think.
“…Yes.”
Phase one, initiate.
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“Whaaaaaaaaat?! This girl finally updated?!?” Yes, yes I did.^^
I apologize for the slight delay. Which is why this sucker is longer than usual. Your welcome. (that is if you actually enjoyed it. Its okay if you didnt.) lol
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Previous parts and summary
Ps: Can you tell I was totally inspired by Jongyun’s recent Instagram post? hahaha
2015 is quickly coming to a close (2016 is a little under a day away for me!), so I’d like to share some of what I’ve written this year with you guys! :D This year was a pretty big year for my writing and I feel as though I’ve made a lot of progress! I’ve been writing for many, many years but I’ve never really had much confidence in myself and my abilities, but this year has helped me see that I have potential. I really hope to improve further in the coming year and maybe take my writing more seriously because it’s something I really love to do.
Please leave me comments, they make me happy and they help me a lot!
So, without further ado, here are some of my fics of 2015!
* - favorites
*Riptide - jongkey | oneshot | pg-13 | AU | supernatural, fluff
Summary: Love was something that had never come to his mind before Key came along. Jonghyun always kept himself secluded, away from everyone else, so when Key came along, it was not easy to adjust. He still kept his distance from the beautiful boy, but he was always aware of him. He knew what was happening though. It was like walking into the calmer part of the water, but then getting dragged out to the middle of the ocean in a riptide. But that's just falling in love, isn't it?
(note: I wrote this one in 2014, but it’s the fic that really got me thinking more about my writing. It’s what made me continue writing in 2015 and, in my opinion, it’s one of my best.)
*Insomnia - jongkey | twoshot | pg-13 | non-AU | fluff, established relationship
Summary: With worries about BASE, there is only one person who can put Jonghyun at ease. That person is Key.
(note: might add on to this one in the future)
Frustrations - jongkey | oneshot | pg-13 | non- AU | slight-angst, fluff, getting together
Summary: Key was angry and frustrated because Jonghyun was his everything. Jonghyun was frustrated and angry because Key couldn't see that he was the only person he could see.
Melody - jongkey | oneshot | pg-13 | non-AU | fluff. pre-debut!jongkey
Summary: It was months before debut and Jonghyun and Kibum had a day to themselves.
Bubbles and Kisses - jongkey | oneshot | pg-15 | non- AU | fluff, established relationship
Summary: Jonghyun and Key enjoy a bubble bath after comeback preparations.
*Skeleton Flower - jongkey | oneshot | non-AU | warning: character death
Summary: Inspired by Jonghyun's Skeleton Flower.
(note: This one is different from most of the other things I’ve written, but I really love how it turned out despite it ending sadly.)
Sleepless Night - jongkey | oneshot | pg-13 | non-AU | domestic fluff, future!jongkey
Summary: If Kibum woke up in the middle of the night to an empty bed, Jonghyun was always in his little studio down the hall.
*Morning Coffee - jongkey | oneshot | pg-15 | non-AU | domestic fluff, future!jongkey
Summary: A lot of things happen between the sips of Kibum's morning coffee.
Secrets and Revelations - jongkey | ongoing(?) | pg-13 | non-AU | ???
Summary: After more than seven years of pent-up thoughts and feelings for Key, Jonghyun wasn't keeping any more secrets.
(note: This one is ibevuwohicdajpksjkd FRUSTRATING. I really really really like what I have on it so far and I have the second part written up somewhere on my computer and I really want to write more, but I’m not sure if I just want to end it with part 2 or make it into a chaptered fic.)
Impossibilities - jongkey | oneshot | pg-13 | non-AU | slight-angst, fluff, getting together
Summary: Jonghyun thought he never had a chance.Key thought that all opportunities had already passed him by. Imagined impossibilities melt away and things become effortless.
*The Warmth in My Heart - jongkey | oneshot | pg-13 | non-AU | fluff, established relationship
Summary: Jonghyun and Key spend some time together in Prague. The world is cold, but they have each other to keep warm.
(note: I wrote this before finals week (I had two papers due that week and three of my finals were massive research papers+presentations so I really didn’t have time to be fooling around writing fanfics but ayyyyeeee) because I got hit with a lot of feels when I saw that one fan account of Jonghyun and Key in Prague and it came out really awesome and I love it and yeah)
Title: Into Darkness Chapter 12: Love Your Enemies Pairing: JongKey Rating: PG-13 "You don't love me do you?" Jonghyun wrapped his arms around Kibum's waist and buried his face in the crook of his neck. "I love you." Kibum blinked. He kept his arms at his sides and stared over Jonghyun's shoulder. What did he just say? It wasn't like Kibum was deaf, he heard the words perfectly fine, but those words, those three words were so overused to Kibum's ears. Kibum could almost laugh, he's been here many times before. He already knew the ending. "What did you say?" Kibum breathed out. That was not the reply Jonghyun wanted. As if confessing wasn't already embarrassing, Kibum was going to make him say it again? Jonghyun kept his hold on Kibum. "I...love...you." Kibum nodded slowly. "Right." Kibum had met hundreds of people. From school. From work. On the streets. Many of those people were strangers. People that knew or assumed that he was an easy target. So many people had claimed that they loved him, and those same people ended up tearing his heart out and throwing it in the trash. Love. That is for fairy tales and princess. And this was certainly no fairy tale. This was a nightmare. Jonghyun furrowed his eyebrows and pulled back. Kibum rubbed his arm awkwardly. "You don't love me do you?" Kibum swallowed and looked over at the wall. "Well...love is a big word...and I can't really say that I like you...in that way..." Jonghyun retaliated. "I knew it. I knew you didn't, I just—I don't really love you either, I was just checking because," he stuffed his hands in his pocket. "You know that letter was kind of weird." That hurt, it was like a numb throb. Kibum didn't know why but it did. He cringed at how flippantly Jonghyun threw away his supposed meaningful words. Kibum looked at him with a confused expression. "How was it weird?" "Well it sounded like you thought I actually cared if you left or not." Kibum folded his arms. "Um yeah you being here proves that." Kibum paused. "How do you expect me to love someone that has forced me to live in darkness for eternity and use me for your own selfish purposes?" Jonghyun open his mouth then closed it. He didn't know what to say. He didn't know what to say because Kibum was right. Jonghyun was selfish and he took Kibum's source of light away from him, just like his Father did to him. Jonghyun was his Father. He wiped his eyes. "Forget it." He mumbled as he brushed passed him and leaped out of the window and into the snowy weather. Kibum ran up to the window. "Jonghyun wait!" He bit his lip. He didn't know if Jonghyun had heard him or not. Even if he had, Kibum knew it wouldn't stop him. He sighed, turning to press his back against the wall as he slid down to the floor. ~*~*~*~ A few weeks had passed. Kibum's name never mentioned. Jonghyun's thoughts still struggling not to wander back to him. "So, do we agree that the wedding will take place next week?" Jonghyun, Minho, Their Father, Krystal, Her brothers and Krystal's mother were sitting around a big table in the dinning hall. Jonghyun stared up at the ceiling. Minho kicked his leg which Jonghyun returned. "Whatever." Jonghyun mumbled. Krystal wore a plastic smile but her eyes pierced into Jonghyun's when he looked at her. He rolled his eyes. Their Father cleared his throat. "You did kill that useless servant of yours right?" Jonghyun tensed. Minho eyed him knowingly. "Er-Yes, of course." The old man nodded. "Good. You've done something responsible for once." He coughed and held a hand tightly on his cane. "Now, you all know I am going to die soon. But I am confident that Jonghyun will take my place respectfully and with the help of his brother, things will run smoothly. I am sure my future daughter-in-law will be most pleased." Kai snorted and Kyungsoo jabbed him in the ribs. Jonghyun sat up in his chair. "Can't we discuss Minho taking my place instead? We all know he wants the throne anyway." Krystal's mother sent a dangerous gaze to Jonghyun which he returned with a I-don't-give-a-fuck smile. The old man cleared his throat. "We've been over this many times." Minho fidgeted with his hands. "Minho is incompetent. Besides, Krystal specifically asked for you." "Since when do you listen to what women say..." Jonghyun muttered under his breath as he slid his chair back and walked away. "Kim Jonghyun come back here!" ~*~*~*~ 5 Days Later Kibum combed his hair with his fingers as he let his legs dangle from the side of the strangers bed. It took Kibum less than five minutes to convince some loser from school to let him stay the night. Kibum was feeling empty. But sleeping with people didn't fill the void. It only distracted him and gave him free blood. He sighed, picking up his pants off the floor. He had to sneak out before the sun started to rise. Kibum's throat never stopped aching; it ached almost just as much as his heart seemed to. He figured his throat ached for Jonghyun—like he said it would, and his heart....Kibum paused on the sidewalk. Admittedly he kinda missed the nagging cocky Jonghyun. Kibum didn't feel alone when he spent time with Jonghyun, even though he was an outsider to everyone else (not including Kai and Kyungsoo). And maybe Jonghyun saying 'I love you' messed with Kibum a lot more than he had expected. Kibum shook his head and quickly ran to his apartment. It doesn't matter anyway, Jonghyun will marry Krystal and things would go back to normal with him while Kibum slowly adapted to his new life style, which honestly wasn't that different. Kibum walked up to his apartment and leapt up to his window. During the day Kibum would sit on his floor and study study study. That was all he could do. He couldn't sleep. He couldn't eat. He couldn't watch TV because that was one of the things the landlord took. He was trapped in a box. At least when he was at the mansion Jonghyun would bug him every now and then, Kai and Kyungsoo might have been there and Kibum would actually have some things to clean if he wanted to. Unlike the empty apartment he had now. Jonghyun now spent his mornings staring at the ceiling. Starting a fire in the fireplace even though he didn't need it because it was a habit he picked up from Kibum. And listened to Kai talk his ear off about how when the marriage was over him and Kyungsoo were going to confess. Jonghyun wished he could run far far away. He didn't want to marry someone he didn't even like as a person. Neither did Krystal but she would never admit it. ~*~*~*~ "Jonghyun!" Minho slammed open his door. "What." Jonghyun said staring up at the ceiling as he laid in bed. "He's dead." "He's dead?" "That's what I said dammit!" Jonghyun didn't move. "So..." "What do you mean so? Our Father is dead, you are now the head of the family. We need to inform people." "He's not a Father to me. Anyway as head of the family I now step down and command you to take my place." Jonghyun turned his gaze to Minho now. Minho blinked. "No, that's not what he wanted." "Who the fuck cares." "You're not taking this seriously at all!" "Which is why you're perfect for the throne oh dear brother." Minho scowled. "What about Krystal?" Jonghyun crossed his arms. "If she wants to marry someone it's going to be you." "Why are you being like this? I know you didn't really want all this but you were going to take it, you were so cocky about it all." "I don't know." "Kibum isn't dead is he?" "I don't know." "You didn't kill him." "No. It's not really my thing." Jonghyun sat up, his eyes hard and dark. "Are you going to do something about it?" "Don't be so high and mighty Jonghyun." Jonghyun gave a breathy laugh. "Or what? You gonna stab me with a silver knife too?" In a blink of an eye Minho connected his fist with Jonghyun's face, knocking him back against the wall and just as quickly slashed a silver object across his stomach before stabbing it into his shoulder against the wall. "Maybe." Jonghyun's mouth hung open. The pain seared into his brain. He kept trying to breath but his lungs wouldn't work. He slid down against the floor, blood running down the wall. "You f-fucking asshole." Jonghyun coughed out. "Oh and you wanna know what else?" Minho said as he yanked the knife from Jonghyun's shoulder. "I killed the old man with this exact knife. Like Father like son." He grinned. Jonghyun spat blood on his face. Minho sighed and wiped it off with his fingers. "Don't be mad. I'm doing you a favor. At least your precious Kibum is alive right?" Minho threw the knife into the fireplace and clapped his hands together as he left the room. Jonghyun coughed, struggling to sit up. Is this how Kibum felt? Only it must have been a hundred times worse. Jonghyun felt sorry for Kibum, it was Jonghyun's fault. Kibum was right. He was....right. Jonghyun blacked out. ~*~*~*~ Later that night Kibum was back on the streets, on his way to school. People were giving him looks because all he was wearing was Jonghyun's t-shirt and some jeans and the snow was blowing pretty hard. That's when someone slammed into him. "K-Kai?" Kibum sputtered. Kai climbed off of Kibum. Kibum stood up, wiping the snow off. "Why do you always do that?" "Kibum you have to come back. Now." Kibum frowned. "Now? Why? It's been weeks." "Jonghyun's hurt. Badly. Worse than you were." Kai's eyes were cold and his voice was dangerously low. Kibum swallowed. "But why do I have to be there?" "You both exchanged blood so now only yours can heal him." Kibum sighed. His feet felt heavy. He wanted to run, run to Jonghyun and make him okay again, but his feet wouldn't budge. "Kibum, he could die at any second. Regardless if you like him, you could at least save his life like he saved yours so many times." Kai grabbed his shoulder. "Come on." And just like that Kibum was on his way back to the mansion.
