The Little Things [jongkey & other pairings] [drabble set]
Title: The Little Things
Genre: Romance, Fluff
Rating: PG - 13 (Language)
Disclaimer(s): I own nothing.
Summary: They enjoy the little things about each other.
A/N: Requested by groceryshop . Hope you enjoy. <3
The Little Things
Jongkey | Stubble | 133 Words
When I wake up, it's to something scratching the skin on my chest. I blink, trying to gather what exactly is happening in my drowsy state. I peer down and find a familiar head of dyed brunette hair. Oh, that's what it is.
“Kibummie,” I whine, poking at his way when he continues to nuzzle his face against me. “Go shave.”
He blinks up at me, prominent shadow displayed across the lower half of his face. “I hate you,” he deadpans.
I laugh. “Whatever, you know you love me.” I give his ass a good slap as he drags himself off the bed. “I'll keep the bed warm for you!”
“Dick .. “ Kibum grumbles, flipping me the bird before slamming the bathroom door shut behind him.
Jongkey | If I Had You | 157 Words
“Love you long time,” Jonghyun croons in broken English. The stripper laughs, pats him on the cheek and then struts out of the hotel room.
When he stumbles back inside, it's only to trip over a bag of empty beer cans. From his position, face planted into the carpet, which reeked of cigarettes, he can see what a big fucking mess his room is. But what the hell, he's in America, why not pretend he's a rock star?
“Drunken bastard.” A sharp kick to his ribcage breaks Jonghyun from his hazy thoughts. “How am I go to explain this to manager hyung?”
Jonghyun rolls onto his back, grinning up at Kibum like he didn't just break one of his ribs. The rapper is a disheveled mess. Jonghyun runs his tongue over his plump bottom lip. Damn, Kibum looks hot as hell when he's pissed.
“Kiss me?”
“You're drunk.”
“Drunk with love!”
"I'm not falling for it."
Jongkey | Do You Remember When | 146 Words
Taemin chuckles against his mug of coffee. “Hyung, you really did that? How could you make him wait a whole year before agreeing to date him?”
“I didn't know how persistent he was,” Kibum admits, smiling down at the hand clasped in his own, “And still is.”
“How long did it take until you accepted the proposal, then?” Taemin asks, eyebrows raised and face filled with youthful curiosity a thirty year old man shouldn't be able to hold.
Jonghyun groans. “Two months! Can you believe that? He left me hanging for two freaking months!”
Kibum adjusts the ring on his right hand endearingly. “But it was worth the wait, right?”
Gazes locking, Jonghyun leans forward to press a gentle kiss on Kibum's lips. “Definitely worth it.” Kibum can't resist, he wraps his free hand in the hair at the nape of Jonghyun's neck and deepens the kiss.
“Guys, c'mon! I'm still here!”
Jongkey | Breakdown | 195 Words
Cheap freaking cars. I kick the grill of the rental, nearly falling on my ass when the engine hisses out another puff of smoke in return.
“Just leave it, Jjong!” Kibum calls from the grassy hill to the right of the road.
I shield my eyes with my hand against the bright afternoon sun as I peer over at his calm and composed form. “But you've been wanting to go to the beach all summer!”
He shakes his head and laughs. “Come here, I packed a lunch,” he beckons while patting the stylish beach bag at his side.
I climb up the hillside until I fall on the blanket Kibum's laid out over the grass. He smiles down at me and I wonder if he's trying to shine brighter than the sun, because he is. I sit up and scoot over until our shoulders are touching. There are no cameras, no fans, to analyze our actions. If I want to, I can even … Kibum relaxes against the arm I wrap around his waist. This is perfect.
Maybe breaking on a no name back road is better than going to the beach.
Jongkey | Nagging | 136 Words
“You know I love you, right?”
I look up from my pen and paper. “Yes?”
Kibum leans his hip against my desk. “Then you understand when I say you are a big, disorganized mess that it comes from the bottom of my heart?”
I sigh. “What now?”
“You left your shoes in the middle of the hallway, Jinki hyung tripped over them. Taemin nearly passed out after finding your stash of dirty, sweaty work out towels in the corner of the closet. I also found all of those candy bar wrappers in the couch - “
Placing a finger over his mouth to quiet him, I say with my most charming smile, “It also comes from the bottom of my heart when I tell you this; you nag too much.”
Ontae | Oxygen | 158 Words
Taemin's heart pounds against his chest. Since when has buying school books become such an ordeal?
“Is this all?”
Oh, right, since he started working at the school's book shop. Taemin swears his heart has just flown right out of him, soaring somewhere in the atmosphere. Jinki, as his name tag reads, is smiling at him. Smiling that smile. The one that makes Taemin weak in the knees, the one that makes Taemin go crazy and stay up all night in his dorm, the one that leaves him breathless.
“Are you sure you don't want to get the workbook that goes along with this while you're here?” Jinki questions, still beaming at Taemin as if the man's face isn't turning a bright red from lack of oxygen.
Taemin manages to shake his head no. No, he'll definitely come back tomorrow to get the workbook. Anything if it means he can see that suffocatingly beautiful smile again.
Onho | Otherside | 103 Words
Every laugh, every smile, every adorable trip where he had to catch him before he fell, every one of these moments corrodes at Minho's will. His will to stop himself from doing something extremely stupid. His will is only so strong, though.
“M-Minho,” Jinki stutters from where he's pinned against the wall in an abandoned studio hall way.
“Shh, hyung,” Minho silences the singer while kissing a wet trail across his jawline.
“But, I'm not - “
Minho nips at the soft his leader's soft skin, causing Jinki to emit a soft moan. “You never know until you try.”
Jongtae | Please Don't Stop the Rain | 105 Words
“Hyung - “
To hell with being an idol, no one can see us through the thick sheets of rain pouring down all around us anyway. Both of my hands cradling his face, I pull the younger man forward and when our lips clash together I taste moist Taemin. He squeaks against my mouth, but when I start to rub soft circles into his smooth cheeks, he relaxes.
“Jonghyun,” he whispers and I can barely hear him over the downpour.
I chuckle, trying to watch his shocked expression from behind heavy lashes, laden with water drops. “Shh, just enjoy the moment, babe.”
A/N:
Some of these didn't turn out the way I wanted and some turned out better than I expected. Over all, these were enjoyable to write, so I hope they are enjoyable to read!
Also, to listen to the songs most of these were based off of, just click the titles!
Picture found @ Karisca on deviantart.com
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