He Was The New Boy In Town [jongkey, minkey, jongminkey] [1/1]
Title: He Was The New Boy In Town
Pairing: Jongkey, Minkey, JongMinKey
Genre: Romance, Humor
Rating: PG-15 (Language, Sexual Situations, Drug Use)
Word count: 3,179
Disclaimer(s): I own nothing.
Summary: It was always just the two of them until the freaking new kid had to come in and ruin it all for Jonghyun.
A/N: Written for a little contest between me and coatofmanos .
It's always been just the two of them; just Jonghyun and Kibum riding their scooters against traffic (they liked to pretend they were on Grand Theft Auto), just Jonghyun and Kibum stealing banana milk from the convenience store (always pulling one over on the employees when they would slip the money onto the counter before running out), just Jonghyun and Kibum tricking their parents into thinking they were gay (pfft, as if!), and just Jonghyun and Kibum being over all bad ass. That's how it has always gone for Jonghyun and Kibum in their little nook of a life their town on the outskirts of Seoul makes up. Even when Jonghyun scrapes his way to his senior year and Kibum to his junior year, life is pretty much the same old same old.
That is, until that freaking inner city kid transfers to their high school.
The instant Jonghyun sets eyes on the tall, athletic junior with flowing brunette locks his skin begins to crawl. The new kid turns the whole student body into globs of quibbling messes, all the girls gawking over his 'good looks' and all the guys watching in awe as his long legs easily carry him past them in every sport. Jonghyun doesn't even know his name yet, but he hates him. Unfortunately, his other half begs to differ.
“He's so cool,” Kibum gushes, dragging out his words like every other high school girl (because Jonghyun can't deny anymore that, despite his best friend's dick, he's definitely a girl.)
Jonghyun rolls his eyes and snaps haughtily, “Yeah, whatever.”
Kibum grins knowingly. “You're so jealous,” he chimes, sticking his tongue out around the straw in his mouth.
“Am not,” Jonghyun shoots back too quickly and then tries to peer out the cafeteria window towards the soccer field nonchalantly, “Why did he even move out here, anyway?”
Far ahead of him on creeping on the taller fellow classmate, Kibum lets out a dreamy sigh. “I don't know why, but I'm going to find out when we become best friends.”
“You're going to become best friends with him?” Jonghyun asks, the words rolling off his tongue like he's just tasted something sour.
Kibum's feral eyes narrow in a very dangerous way as he continues to watch the scrimmage going on outside. Words don't need to be spoken, Jonghyun's seen that look way too many times (although, normally turned on a particularly difficult level of Call of Duty or his super skinny jeans that even Jonghyun had to aid in zipping up) and he knows there's no room for argument.
So when, two weeks later, Kibum shows up at the record store Jonghyun works at with the tall guy in tow, he isn't surprised. Pissed off at the sight of that damn small face, maybe, but not surprised. He merely leans his chin on his open palm, elbow resting on the counter top separating him from his unofficial mortal enemy, and tries to look as cool and uninterested as possible.
“Hey, babe, this is Minho,” Kibum sing-songs, arm wrapped tightly around said guy's arm.
Minho looks like he's sizing Jonghyun up, so in return Jonghyun glowers at him in what he hopes is an intimidating manner. The (barely!) taller student breaks into a slightly forced smile, sticking his hand out for Jonghyun to shake. The blond tipped boy simply eyes the hand.
“Nice to finally meet you,” Minho says, politeness impeccable as he retracts his hand, “Key talks about you enough.” His eyes crinkle into a smile of their own that just makes Jonghyun even more pissed off.
“Key?” Jonghyun repeats, eyebrow threatening to twitch in irritation.
Kibum laughs obnoxiously loud, throwing his head back and everything while slapping Minho's rock hard pecs. “Oh, I forgot to tell you, he gave me a nickname! Isn't it adorable? We already agreed yours is Jjong!”
Jjong? He briefly contemplates just how upset his manager would be if he threw up all over the cash register right now. Minho stares down at him, eyes daring him to show just how discontent with the situation he is. That's when Jonghyun puts his mind to showing Minho just who's at the top of the food chain here, because it's definitely not the new guy.
“Why don't you like him?”
Kibum pulls back from his previous position above Jonghyun until his butt is firmly planted on the latter's knees, his own legs bent out to the side. Jonghyun pushes himself up until his elbows are resting comfortably against his comforter, hair a mess and breaths slightly uneven.
“Do we have to talk about this now?” His voice cracks as the throbbing in his nether regions doesn't let up. (He's ignoring the fact that when they first started this, it was all a show for their parents, an act of rebellion. Now, Jonghyun isn't so sure he can say he's faking it when he craves Kibum's touch so damn bad.)
Bottom lip sticking out in a pout, Kibum crosses his arm defiantly. “Of course we do. I want my two best friends to get along.”
This time, when that look of pure determination is honed in on him, Jonghyun ignores the warning lights going off in his mind. All that matters right now is just how tight his pants are becoming and just how delayed Kibum is at taking care of it.
“I'll try to get along with him, okay?” Kibum grins in triumph before going in for the kill. (Maybe Jonghyun's whipped, but at least he can enjoy it.)
It's not until sixth period choir three days later that Jonghyun gets a chance to test just what he's willing to do for Kibum. Minho strides into the practice room, hair pulled back in a half ponytail (Jonghyun's heard a lot about the power of that hair style over a certain infatuated best friend) a note and charming smile in hand.
“This is for you,” he says in an unimaginably suave voice, holding the blue piece of stationary out to Jonghyun.
Jonghyun accepts the note with a strained amount of calm. “Thanks, Minho,” he tries not to bite out and Minho looks slightly caught off guard (Point one goes to team Jonghyun, bitch.)
An odd look settles over the soccer player. “No problem,” he answers curtly.
“Hey, want to grab something to eat after classes?”
“Uh … You mean, us?” Minho stumbles, brow furrowed. (And that would be point two.)
“Yeah!” Jonghyun says cheerily, punching Minho lightly on the shoulder, “Key says we should get to know each other better.”
Minho blinks, but quickly recovers from his shock. A twinkle sets in his large brown eyes and behind it Jonghyun knows there's a flame. Neither are going down without a fight. “Okay, that sounds cool,” Minho says easily, then adds where Jonghyun can meet him before turning on his heels and leaving.
Jonghyun watches his retreating back, face dropping into a scowl. Bastard thinks it's going to be easy to win? He'll just have to see what all he's learned in Seoul and if it applies out here in Jonghyun's territory.
He doesn't know when, but eventually the competition between himself and Minho turns into a fight for Kibum. Kibum continues on in obliviousness, region dance competitions overriding all other thought processes, while the battle rages in front of his very nose. Jonghyun practically throws himself into Minho's arms whenever his best friend is around, a smug expression settling over his features when Kibum's face glows in approval. Being just as (if not more) competitive, Minho goes out of his way to treat Jonghyun to special outings and to smother him with gifts.
Jonghyun can tell Kibum's wavering. Whether they're in his room or Kibum's, all Jonghyun can smell is him and his scent of soccer fields and imported cologne. It's on Kibum, even when their tongues are busy dancing a smooth tango, and Jonghyun can't relax with Minho's scent drifting overwhelming him.
It's not until they're stuck sitting next to each other, butts aching against uncomfortable bleachers, that Jonghyun breaks. Kibum blows two air kisses into the stands before beginning his performance at Regionals and it sends him over the edge.
“I fucking hate your guts,” Jonghyun spits as he turns to stare down the man who's the cause of all his headaches.
Minho's pleasant features swiftly shift to a much darker expression. “The feeling's mutual, dickhead.”
“Kibum will throw you away once you've lost your shine,” Jonghyun's words drip with venom, “You're like a new toy at Christmas time, you won't stick around.”
“Or maybe you're the old toy that got shoved to the back of the toy chest, and now you're jealous because you are the one whose been forgotten,” Minho retorts, lips curling in a vicious smirk.
Neither hears the standing ovation Kibum receives for his dance, nor the perfect score he earns. Their faces are so close Jonghyun can see his reflection in Minho's dark iris'. They don't speak, just stare, daring the other to make the first move. Jonghyun can feel his fist twitching at his side, begging to get a hit on the soft cartilage around Minho's nose. He can't be first, he already gave Minho a point by breaking the peace between them, he isn't handing over anymore.
“O-M-G!” The delighted squeal in their ears breaks their staring competition.
They both turn with synchronized smiles to face the exuberant Kibum, wiggling on both feet in front of their seats. Jonghyun catches sight of the large, flashy trophy and eye catching bouquet of flowers Kibum has cradled in either arm. “You won!” He exclaims, jumping up to embrace the slightly taller teen.
Kibum settles for nuzzling their faces together since his arms are detained. “I know! Can you believe it?”
“Of course, you're an amazing dancer,” Minho says through pearly white teeth, shimmering against the auditorium's lights. He leans forward to plant a chaste kiss on Kibum's cheek.
Jonghyun watches the bright flush that decorates Kibum's cheeks afterward and knows he's been challenged. He can't control the force that goes into the deep, hot kiss he catches Kibum's lips in just as Kibum's parents find their way to them in the stands. The Kim's let out shocked gasps and Kibum's father looks like he's going to be sick while his mother clutches at her heart. Jonghyun's eyebrows shoot up in amusement when Kibum moans against his mouth and it sets his mother over the edge. (Literally, she faints and falls over the rows of bleacher seating.)
When they finally break apart, Minho is shoving Jonghyun out of the way. If Kibum had been pleased with his and Jonghyun's make out session, he's experiencing pure bliss with the way Minho's working his magic.
“Oh, baby … “ Kibum's eye lid's flutter and it's almost like he doesn't feel his father's hands on his shoulders, dragging him away from the other junior.
Even as he's being taken away, Kibum motions with his hand for them to call him. Jonghyun's arms are crossed in indignation while Minho runs a thumb over his slightly reddened lips, but both can't deny their eyes are locked on the image of Kim Kibum's round ass swinging away.
It's a race, once Kibum is out of sight, to see which one can text the rainbow haired teen first.
Once Kibum is ungrounded, two months later, the three are together again. That is, they're able to hang out outside of school. Jonghyun's seated as far away as possible from Minho, who's lounging comfortably across the old beat up couch in Jonghyun's basement, while Kibum is dancing randomly to the songs blasting from the radio.
“So .. Kibum want to have some fun this weekend?” Jonghyun asks lazily, studying the bed's of his nails.
Kibum straightens up from where he was bent over the low coffee table, mixing a drink for Minho. “Hm? What did you have in mind?”
Jonghyun shifts and pulls something out of his back pocket. “How about we go up to the cabin?” He grins cheekily and Kibum's eyes light up at the sight of the keys dangling from his friend's fingers.
“Jjong, I love you!” Kibum cries, throwing his arms around Jonghyun's neck.
He relishes in the hug, throwing Minho dirty looks over Kibum's shoulder. Just as he's about to mouth “Suck it!” Kibum pulls away and turns his dazzling smile on the soccer player. “You're going to love his cabin, Minho! It's out in the countryside, surrounded by nothing but forest - “
Kibum doesn't understand why Jonghyun has a migraine for the rest of the night, or why Minho does his victory dance normal reserved for making goals.
“I feel dirty.”
Minho rolls his eyes. “You were the loudest one, don't try and cover it up now.”
From where he's curled up by the fireplace, Jonghyun cranes his neck to glare at the guy leaning aloofly against the wood paneled wall. “Whatever, I just didn't want Kibum to know how grossed out I was. And still am, for that matter.”
Minho's face is suddenly a mask of civility, so Jonghyun guesses Kibum is rounding the corner from wherever he disappeared off to. When he enters the cozy room, he's toting a plastic supermarket bag rolled into a tight ball. Kibum bites the corner of his lip, peering from underneath his bangs at either one of them.
“Guess what I have?” His voice is a mixture of anxiety and giddiness.
Pushing off of the wall, Minho walks over to inspect the bag. Upon investigation, his features visibly brighten and he takes the bag from Kibum's hands. “I didn't think you'd have the balls to buy it.”
Jonghyun hauls himself to his feet and shuffles over. “What?” He asks, pawing at the bag. When he gets a look at the contents, he has to stop himself from reeling backwards. “Kibum, that's - “
“Weed, yeah,” Kibum wraps his long, piano fingers around Jonghyun's wrist, gaze pleading, “Minho says it's a lot of fun. Please, do some with us?”
Shit, he's got the puppy dog eyes. (Not that Jonghyun is weak enough to fall for them.) Well, this would be the ultimate form of rebellion against their parents, if sneaking off to their winter cabin for a weekend of three-ways and alcoholism isn't enough. Right, Jonghyun's agreeing to this because he wants to do it, not because Kibum is looking at him that way.
The three of them sit cross legged around the fireplace. Minho's the first one to light up, because really, he's the only one who knows how. (Not that Jonghyun will admit it.) The flame he uses for the joint casts an eery glow over his eyes that's unsettling, but maybe that's just Jonghyun's nerves. Bringing the neatly rolled joint to his lips, Minho takes a long, slow toke before holding it out for Kibum to take. Kibum hesitates, waits until Minho has exhaled the smoke smoothly through his nose, before taking a tentative drag. Immediately, he starts to cough and his eyes water. Minho reaches over to pat his back comfortingly.
Jonghyun eyes the joint wearily when it comes his turn. This is so freaking stupid, but he's going to do it anyway. If this screws up his lungs and he has trouble singing, Minho's going to pay for it. Quickly, before he can back out, Jonghyun sucks in a puff of the illegal substance. He tries to ignore the stinging burn that settles in the back of his throat, but eventually releases a wheezing cough.
“Shit,” he curses while possibly hacking up a lung.
Minho laughs, but it's not condescending like normal. It's almost - friendly? Jonghyun would be more bothered by this sudden change in behavior if it weren't for the fog settling itself over his brain, making his thoughts hazy.
By the time they've reached the end of their second joint, Kibum and Jonghyun have improved a lot. Neither coughs any more and they can even hold the joint correctly between their thumb and index finger like Minho showed them. Jonghyun is on his back, taking in the design of the ceiling through bloodshot eyes (he swears he's never seen anything more interesting), while Kibum falls laughing over Minho's lap at his own joke.
That's how Jonghyun's sister and her fiancee walk in on them.
“Damn, I said I'm sorry,” Jonghyun says into his phone, “It's not my fault I didn't know she picked this weekend for their pre-honeymoon, or whatever.”
Across the line, Kibum groans in frustration. “You're a dumb ass, you know that. Thanks to you my parents found out I got high and now they're cutting my shopping allowance in half this month - and they're taking away my scooter!”
“Not to mention you're grounded,” I add, chuckling at Kibum's dramatics. “Again.”
“When has that ever stopped me?” Kibum says with a snort, “I just care about my baby and my money.”
Jonghyun flops onto his back on his four post bed. “If it makes you feel any better, my parents have taken away my allowance, wheels, and guitar.”
Kibum exhales sharply. “Not your guitar!” He mocks.
“Whatever,” Jonghyun say and considers just hanging up (but he doesn't, because Kibum's bitching just isn't worth it.) “So, why'd you call, anyway?”
“What are you wearing right now?” Kibum whispers huskily, getting down to business.
And this is why he didn't hang up. “Your favorite jeans. Why?” Jonghyun quirks an eyebrow.
Kibum hums across the line. “Anything else?”
Jonghyun smirks. “No.” This is way too easy …
“Wow, that's sexy, Jjong.”
Nearly falling off his bed, dropping the phone in the process, Jonghyun swears loudly at the unexpected voice. “What the fuck?! Minho, when did you get on the line?” He barks after fumbling to retrieve the lost device.
Minho chuckles deeply. “Kibum just called me.”
Before Jonghyun can ask, Kibum answers, “I thought it would be fun to have a three way over the phone. Since we can't see each other and all.”
“When you say three way … ?”
“Phone sex, yeah,” Kibum finishes and Jonghyun can practically hear his bright smile, “We do it all the time, so why not include Minho?”
“You guys have phone sex?” Minho blurts out and then quickly coughs to cover up his slip. Jonghyun grins victoriously.
“Oh, don't worry baby,” Kibum purrs, “It's nothing compared to what we've done.”
“Kibum!” Jonghyun splutters, pride taking a massive pounding.
Kibum lets out an offended scoff. “What? It's not my fault he's more flexible than you!”
Minho simply chuckles in the background.
A/N: I DO NOT APPROVE OF THE USE OF ILLEGAL SUBSTANCES.
Kthnx.
Moving on; This came about after me and coatofmanos saw this gif on jongkeyaday . I was hungry, so I suggested we do a competition to see who could write the odd threesome better and the winner would get some kind of food in reward. & yeah, I don't really know where this came from. Anyway, anyone reading this who has the time, please check out coatofmanos 's fic ( here) and then comment on whichever one you think is best with a +1.
Thank you for your time! <3