#jongkey scenarios

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Kibum: *mumbling* you look pretty

Jonghyun: what?

Kibum: I SAID YOU LOOK SHITTY, GOODNIGHT JJONG

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Kibum: Why are you drinking coffee at 10pm?

Jonghyun: Time is an illusion. Once you realize that, you can transcend and live in a bliss.

Jonghyun: *takes sip*

Jonghyun: also I have to stream Taemin's concert.

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Jongkey in a dark forrest:

Kibum: What shall we do now? It's pretty dark out here...

Jonghyun: Don't worry, I got this! *stomps his pearl aqua light up skechers*

Kibum: Why are you like this

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Jonghyun: If you don’t stop talking I’ll jump out the window.

Kibum: This is the ground floor.

Jonghyun: Yeah, I know... I wanted a dramatic exit. *stomps his pearl aqua light up skechers and goes out of the window singing “busyeo busyeo” *[again]

Kibum: Oh my god.

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Yoga instructor: Find your happy place.

Kibum: Jonghyun, stay on your own mat.

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9 & 10 both jongkey

A/N: rewrite /sigh/ why do i begin every drabble with vulgar dialogue???  also, not proofread

9. grinding

“Shit, stop-” Kibum pants as he digs his fingers into the piece of the headboard that sticks out above him in the bed.  Jonghyun is moving painfully slowly on top of him, tongue running over his bottom lip before sinking his teeth into it.  Kibum groans embarrassingly loudly at the sight, having to smack himself out of it.  The last thing he needs is to feed Jonghyun’s already-enlarged ego.

The night didn’t start out like this.

Kibum had just come home from a day of shopping at the new main street (the title of which earned him questions such as, “How is it new if it’s always been a main street?  What defines a main street?  Is it because we have become such a materialistic society that we couldn’t recognize this street’s potential before?”) and had bought a new pair of sparkly shoes that were most definitely not on sale.  He’s sure Jonghyun won’t mind the extra charge on his credit, though.  Coming home, he’s pleasantly surprised to find Jonghyun eager to go out tonight, probably due to the stress of the comeback.

Two hours and three oddly fruity shots ago, Jonghyun was stumbling around on the dance floor like an idiot, wrapping his legs around anyone he spills his drink on.  It truly is the epitome of beauty and grace, Kibum thinks as he makes his way into the center of the club, ready to drag his lover back home.  Yet, two subtle hip thrusts and nips at Kibum’s neck in the elevator on the way back up to their floor reminds Kibum that Jonghyun gets weirdly horny during comeback weeks.

Kibum should’ve known.

“Shit, stop what?” Jonghyun asks in a low voice, pushing down on Kibum with a sigh leaving his lips.  His hips roll down to rub against Kibum’s crotch and inner thighs, and the latter shudders beneath him for a second before returning to reality.

“Shit, stop fucking grinding on me.  You already ripped my pants, leave my flesh alone,” Kibum snaps, only to end his sentence on a choked breath as Jonghyun delivers a particularly hard flick of his wrist.

“I know those were expensive pants and shoes, babe.  I saw it on my credit.”

“The past is the past.  Stop rolling your hips into me.”

“You couldn’t stop me even if you wanted to~” Jonghyun sings as he continues his ministrations, hands wandering around, eyes twinkling with a mischievous glint.

“I’m never taking you to a club again.”

#10 is under the cut!  also, send me numbers and a pairing!

10. not wearing that 

“What the fuck is that?”

“What?”

“What the fuck is that mess on your head, Kim Jonghyun?”

“It’s a sun hat!” Jonghyun exclaims proudly, twirling in front of the mirror before tilting his head and extending his pinky.  “It’s what all the fashionable ladies are wearing out to te-”

“You look like a damn floppy disc,” Kibum sharply retorts, sinking back into the blue cushions of the salon.  Thanks to Jonghyun’s puppy eyes and a quick ID flash, the two have the back room of the salon all to themselves, which is more than enough room for Jonghyun to figure out what to wear for his niece’s upcoming tea party.

“I think I look absolutely wonderful!  I am such a fine and regal lady!  Kibum, darling, don’t you think I look fantastic?” Jonghyun asks, facing Kibum with a proud huff, innocent eyes, and an over-exaggerated and clearly fake British accent, earning the hundredth eye roll of the day.

“No.”

“Why not, Kibum, my everlasting love?  You don’t think Her Majesty will like it?”

“You look like someone threw up in a fucking American girl store.  You’re not going out in public wearing that,” Kibum snorts.

“It’s not lady-like to be so sarcastic.  Why don’t you try it on, my sweet pumpkin pie?” Jonghyun asks, hands already reaching for the flimsy, pale yellow fabric.

“What?  You must be kidding me.  I’m not wearing that,” Kibum replies, panic sending shivers down his spine as he backs away from the sickly hat.

“My caramel gumdrop, this would look perfect on you!” Jonghyun yelps as he pins Kibum to the couch in one swift move, shoving the hat onto Kibum’s face in the process.

“Wow!  Amazing!  Marvelous!  Oh, how Her Majesty would adore this!”

“I look like the plague forgot the “black” in her “death”.  This is too fucking pale,” Kibum complains, fingers itching to smack the smile off of Jonghyun’s face.

“It looks darling.”

“I look like a stalk of corn.”

“You’re my stalk of corn~”

“Shut up.”

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like a cat

jongkey // fluff // @chaelinssi

a/n: part of the wonderful @chaelinssi’s fic package (this is level 3)!  go wish them a happy birthday!  also, as soon as i wrote jongkey in here i just started smiling so big like i really love writing jongkey help

“LA LA LA LA LA LALALALA LA LAA LLA ALLAAALALLLAAAA~” Jonghyun screams as he twirls around the living room, comb serving as a microphone.  He’s clad in mismatching plaid socks, ripped jeans, and that one leather jacket that Kibum hates (but loves).  As he nearly crashes into the wall separating the kitchen from the dining room, he realizes that this could be the only time today that he’ll be free to do whatever he wants, since Kibum’s hosting that music show and all. 

Yeah, Jonghyun will be free, and he can wear whatever he wants and listen to whatever he wants.  But, Jonghyun will be free on the one day he finds it excruciatingly necessary to latch onto Kibum and never let go.

“I’m good, I’m hot, I’m fresh, I’m- HELLO!” Jonghyun yells as Kibum - speak of the devil - zips past and launches himself into the walk-in closet.  The dancing man slinks into the bedroom and watches Kibum tear the closet apart - specifically, the accessories section.

“What are you looking for-”

“Hats, Jong, hats!!”

“Huh?”

“Hats and a better jacket!  It’s not that cold out, spring is in the air!  I need a lighter jacket, can’t have me sweating up the place.”  Kibum turns to Jonghyun and, before the latter can blink, his leather jacket is draped around Kibum’s shoulders as the hunt for a hat continues, leaving Jonghyun shirtless and confused as the song plays in the background.

This isn’t the skinship he wanted.

“What hat are you looking for?”  Maybe if Kibum finds his damn fedora or whatever, they can cuddle until he has to leave for his show.

“Any hat appropriate for spring.  But, given that it’s still winter, something light.  Something that goes with this-” Kibum fingers the hem of the leather jacket and shoots a sheepish smile at Jonghyun, “-nice jacket of yours.”

“But, I was wearing that!” Jonghyun whines.  As long as Kibum’s home, the pair are either wearing clothes or wearing nothing.  This in-between phase isn’t getting them anywhere.

“And now I’m wearing it.  Do you think this looks good?” Kibum asks, flinging a large, black sun hat onto the bed behind him.  “No, wait!  Don’t touch it.  It won’t look good.  How about this?”  The next item to whack Jonghyun in the stomach is a beige beret of sorts, with little bells on one end.

Jonghyun nods as Kibum slams the closet door shut and grabs the hat and his shoes as he heads back out to the front hall. 

Okay, Kibum leaving definitely isn’t the skinship Jonghyun wanted.

“Where are you goiiiinggg~” Jonghyun whines, falling to the ground and clutching at Kibum’s shoes before he can put them on.  Kibum sighs and lightly smacks Jonghyun’s shoulder before wrenching his shoes out of the older man’s grasp.

“To the show!  Did you not set our clocks after the power outage last night?  It isn’t 4, it’s 5, and I have to go!”

“What power outage?”

“Of course, only you wouldn’t remember the lights going out because you were too focused on rubbing against my-”

“Just stayyy!  Why do you have to host, anyways?”

“They need me.”

“I need you more!” Jonghyun whines, hand clutching onto his chest as the AOA song begins to play once more.

“What you need is a remote to control the volume on that shitty speaker.  Also you need to let go!  All the cuddles and rubs and whatever else you want tonight, okay?”  Kibum shoots his lover (who is currently on the floor, hand still clutching his chest, looking like a lost puppy) a wink as he stumbles out of the front door.

Jonghyun picks himself up and hits the speaker to lessen the volume.  “Oh, Kibum,” he mutters as he continues to sway to the music.  “I’ll hold you to that.”

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6 and 39 jongkey 27 and 45 chaera :)

a/n: jongkey first, chaera in a second post~

6. tongue-tied

“Baby, you are my lucky star~” Kibum sings as he snaps his pink rubber gloves on, ties the apron around his waist, and begins to dust the living room.  Jonghyun is secretly watching Kibum from the doorway, watching him spin and twirl and point at the dog and shake his ass all at the same time.  Jonghyun wants to step inside, but he also wants to watch Kibum shake it a little more, so he settles for leaning on the wall, shoes still on, and debating whether he should take his camera out or not.

Just as Kibum does the final twirl, he comes face-to-face with Jonghyun, whose phone is now ringing quite loudly and Jinki has no idea what he just got himself into.  The pink-gloved male’s mouth drops open and he begins to stutter at an alarming rate.  Jonghyun steps in, shoes still on, and watches as Kibum angrily stutters and points at Jonghyun’s feet.

As Kibum kneels down to scrub any dirt off of Jonghyun’s shoes, Jonghyun thinks that my, this is a compromising position and rocks back on his heels as Kibum continues to stutter and make weird noises and Jonghyun has never seen Kibum tongue-tied until he was caught in the maid outfit.

39. secret admirer

Jonghyun is a senior, Key is a sophomore, there is pent-up sexual tension building in the hallway, and it’s Valentine’s Day.  First period.  As Kibum opens his locker, there is one letter taped on the mirror, reading “I bet you’re expecting lots of letters today, right?  Ahh, so cute! ~kj“.  Kibum doesn’t think much of it, as he doesn’t know who “kj” is, but the letter is cute and it’s in the way of his calculus textbook.  He decides to stick it in his back pocket, turns, and saunters down the hall, all under Jonghyun’s nose.

Second period.  Kibum sees five notes stuck in his locker and wonders who has the time to be writing these letters.  “You look cute today!” and “I hear you like dogs… can I be your newest puppy?” are among the ones he stuffs in the other back pocket.  The others are shoved out of the way because they’re blocking the mirror.  Jonghyun sees it all, and decides to kick it up a notch.  He’s graduating, Kibum’s not, what else is there to do but confess today?

Third period.  There are 23 notes this time.  “What the hell…?” the owner of the locker wonders aloud as a few pool at his feet.  All signed with “kj”, so it’s one person.  Or it’s a lot of people playing a sick prank.  Either way, Kibum is going to get to the bottom of this.

Three minutes before fourth period.  Kibum sticks his head around the corner and into the empty hallway.  The only one who would be pacing right now, probably angrily yelling into the phone about something material and very unimportant, is Jonghyun, the senior Kibum has been crushing on for a very long time.  And there he is, writing on small slips of paper right across from Kibum’s locker.  KJ… Kim Jonghyun?  But he’s a senior!  Does he know?  No, it can’t be him, he doesn’t even know I’m… but Jonghyun does know Kibum is watching him from around the corner and continues to diligently write his notes, figuring it’s almost time.

It’s the end of the day, quite literally, as Kibum stayed behind to get scolded, stick his head out the fifth floor window and endure threats from the Japanese teacher, and finally catch Jonghyun in the act.  As his locker is being opened, Kibum’s scream is muffled by the sheer force of hundreds of small letters, all signed “kj”, falling on top of Kibum’s small frame.  Luckily, a pair of strong (and familiar, as Kibum has often dreamt about these arms) grab Kibum and drag him away from a gravestone marking of “death by papercuts”.  There’s only one second that gives Kibum enough time to register what’s going on before Jonghyun’s lips collide with Kibum’s and the words “I’m kind of your secret admirer” are being spelled out across Kibum’s tongue.