Beauty & The Geek [jongkey, onkey, 2min] [5/?]
Title: Beauty & The Geek
Pairing: Jongkey, Onkey, 2min
Genre: AU, Humor, Romance, Drama, Angst
Rating: NC-17 [Language, Sexual Situations (Smut), Drug Abuse]
Word Count: 2,974
Disclaimer(s): I own nothing.
Summary: Office romances never come without drama.
A/N: Beta'd by the lovely & amazing siaht ! Warning for slut!Key.
Prologue | Chapter One | Chapter Two | Chapter Three | Chapter Four
Beauty & The Geek : Chapter Five
Love Drunk | Your Last Call | Be Without You | Why Don't You Love Me
The day of GHD's company ball rapidly approaches until the date finally catapults itself into reality. Kibum is left reeling at just how suddenly the day comes about. In fact, he doesn't realize the significance of the Friday afternoon he's working, kneeling on the plush carpet of an office with the lights dimmed, until his cell phone vibrates with a text. The initial text isn't enough to break him from his concentration as his mouth and tongue slide against the swelling length he's taken in his lips, but the third one does.
“You fucking prick,” The executive moans, out of breath, as Kibum pulls away with a huff to check his mobile.
“Shut the hell up,” Kibum orders curtly, scrolling through Jinki's messages with a growing feeling of dismay settling in the pit of his stomach. “Oh shit.”
“What?”
Kibum returns to his feet with the flexibility of a dancer. “The ball is tonight,” he explains, wide eyes turned on the older man, “How the hell did I forget?”
Rolling his eyes, the man replies snidely, “Just fucking finish what you were doing.”
“I have to go.” Kibum doesn't wait for permission, wheeling around on his heels and strutting the locked door hurriedly.
“W-wait, Kibum!” He squawks, “Where are you going? You can't leave me like this!”
“You can take care of yourself,” Kibum shoots over his shoulder just as he slips out the door.
The man shifts his gaze from the shut door back to his erect cock. With a whimper, he curses himself for not having the balls to demand for Kibum to come back - and then he kicks himself for not having the salary to make Kibum even consider turning back around.
It was three years ago when his grandmother fell deathly ill. Kibum had just begun work at GHD and could only spare two days absence. He tried fighting for more, his grandmother had practically raised him, but no one cared about the emergency leave a newbie wanted. He arrived back home in Daegu just in time to say goodbye.
The hospital room was crowded with older relatives as Kibum bent over his grandmother's frail form, taking her withering hand in his own. “Grandmother, I'm sorry I couldn't make it sooner.”
She peered up at him with blind eyes. “No, no,” she replied, voice just as thin as the rest of her, “You're the last drop of Kim blood … You must …. carry the name high.”
“But-”
“Promise me you'll be successful.”
“Yes, of course, grandmother.”
He was young, but he didn't take his grandmother's dying words lightly. Kibum swore to himself he would become successful, no matter what the means.
But then, why is he here now? Playing the role of dutiful boyfriend as he fixes Jinki's bow tie, catches the man before he leaves without his wallet. Jinki doesn't help him climb further up the corporate ladder. Jinki is just another employee in the Development Department at GHD.
Since when did his relationships shift from matters of business to matters of the heart?
“Kibum, we need to go,” Jinki calls from the door, all smiles.
Breaking from his deep musing, Kibum nods and wordlessly follows Jinki out the door. They take a luxury cab to the most prominent hotel in the Gangnam district, where the ball is taking place. Kibum remains speechless and either Jinki doesn't notice or doesn't feel it's necessary to break his silence.
Kibum tugs at the cuff of his charcoal gray tuxedo, silently cursing his tailor for not lengthening the arm's correctly. It's going to nag at the back of his mind for the rest of the night. He barely registers the vehicle stopping until Jinki is laughing and guiding him out of the cab.
“Where is your mind today?” Jinki teases.
“Good question,” Kibum returns and it's too stiff.
Jinki's smile falters. They enter the building with straight faces, not appearing as the happy couple they should. For once, Kibum can't be bothered to fix his facade - he's too exhausted from this never ending game. They get checked off on the guest list and enter the grand ball room, lush in enormous crystal chandeliers and elegant, gold rimmed mirrors.
As if by the hands of some greater power, a busboy bumps into Kibum and careens him forward into unsuspecting arms. Peering up through dark, thick lashes, Kibum's breath catches in his throat as he comes face to face with Jonghyun. He's anything short of dashing in his classic black tux, hair styled to frame his face handsomely.
“Fancy meeting you here,” Jonghyun says through a chuckle.
Kibum pushes away from his hold. “Sorry,” he says briskly and rushes to get away.
A hand around his wrist stops him. Jonghyun reels him back until Kibum is pressed against his chest. Leaning forward, Jonghyun whispers huskily into his ear, “Meet me outside room 689 in twenty minutes.”
With a small gasp, Kibum is launched forward once again. He doesn't dare turn to analyze the face of the attractive man, lest it tempt him to actually consider his offer. What the hell is Jonghyun up to? It's been nearly two months since they ended. Is Jonghyun really missing him? That's so unlike him … No, he's spending this night with only Jinki. He doesn't have the energy for any more charades.
Jinki is distracted by an enthused Taemin, so he misses the exchange. Kibum sidles up beside him, ignoring the inquisitive stare Minho gives him. Unconsciously, Jinki's hand moves to the small of Kibum's back and stays there.
“Hey, babe,” Kibum whispers some time later while resting his head on Jinki's shoulder.
Jinki tears his eyes from the woman he's laughing with to smile down at Kibum. “What is it?”
“I'm going to excuse myself to the restroom, okay?”
There's ignorant bliss shining in the man's eyes and Kibum wonders if it's even possible for his heart to be functioning after so much harsh breaking. Jinki kisses him on the forehead and gives his butt a pat in the bathroom's direction before returning his attention to his fellow worker once again.
Kibum calmly exits the ball room, scanning the surrounding area for any prying eyes before stepping into the elevator. When he reaches a stop at the right floor, he glides as quietly as possible to the opposite wall. Down the hall, Jonghyun is too busy searching through his pockets to notice him. Despite how ridiculous the idea is, Kibum pokes only the top half of his face around the corner to observe the man.
Getting his hand on whatever he was searching for, Jonghyun extracts an item too small for Kibum to view. What Kibum can see from his hiding spot is the way Jonghyun's hands are shaking while he pops seemingly nothing into his mouth. Kibum catches sight of a small, orange capsule.
He has to fight to stay on his feet. What the hell had Jonghyun gotten in to without him around? And why does it feel like someone has shot him in the heart?
It's been a half an hour. He checks his watch for the umpteenth time - thirty three minutes and counting. Jonghyun taps his foot impatiently against the richly carpeted flooring while crossing his arms, ignoring the uncomfortable tug of his tuxedo. Fuck Kibum. He's not going to waste a minute longer waiting for him, not when Kikwang is downstairs and practically in heat just at the sight of him. He casts one last look towards the opposite end of the hallway, loathing mixed with anticipation, before shoving his hands in his pockets and trudging towards the stairs.
“Jjong.”
He keeps walking. Kim Jonghyun is not going to act like some dickless schmuck. No pretty face or smoking hot body is going to convince him otherwise -
“Hey, Jonghyun, you asshole!” The words reach him just as a hand yanks him to a stop.
He doesn't have time to register the force being applied to his shoulders until he's slammed against the wall. Kibum keeps him pinned there, his breathing heavily from the strain. Their eyes lock and it's all too similar to that night. Only this time, Kibum is the one initiating the confrontation.
Their role shift leaves Jonghyun in a daze and all he can do is melt as Kibum shoves his soft lips against his own. This is a welcome change from the outcome of their last meeting like this. His hands slowly release their hold on him and in turn grab fistfuls of Jonghyun's starch white dress shirt to pull him closer.
The warmth, moist cavern of Kibum's mouth are enough to make Jonghyun reel with nostalgia. As they lap hungrily at each other, he's drawn back to a hazy scene of a long stretch of sand and water and just beach for as far as the eye could see. Vast and white like the expanse of naked skin that had been beneath him. He tries to recall the heated emotions, the passion, from that night, but it's like hitting a brick wall.
When they pull away, it's because their lungs are burning for air, but Jonghyun can't help but regret ending the mind numbing action.
But no matter how much he enjoys it, he's still at a loss as to just why Kibum is doing this, right now, with his perfect boyfriend just a couple floors below.“What the hell, Kibum?” Jonghyun pants out, brows knitted in confusion.
Shaking his head vehemently, Kibum pulls away from Jonghyun. “Just open the door.”
Jonghyun doesn't spare a moment before he's reaching backwards and fumbling with the key card and the handle of the door. He's quick to capture Kibum's voluptuous lips once again as he pulls him by his hips into the room, miraculously entering the room without any loss of focus. Jonghyun gains dominance almost automatically and Kibum willingly gives in as he's roughly shoved onto the suite's enormous bed, the hotel door only just swinging shut.
“You asked for this,” Jonghyun grunts while fluidly losing his own clothing, massaging Kibum's growing dick through his pant's material in the process.
Kibum lets out a needy moan in reply. It doesn't take them long before they're grinding bare skin against bare skin. Everything is slowly being released, all of the tension drawing Jonghyun's shoulders in, all of the stress and worry that wrinkles his forehead daily.
Teasingly, Kibum takes Jonghyun's bottom lip between his teeth and bites down. He knows it drives the older man crazy. Giving in to the bait, Jonghyun retrieves a handy bottle of lube he placed in the bedside chest of drawers while curling Kibum's fingers around a condom.
They work in perfect synchrony, Kibum using only his mouth to work the protection onto Jonghyun's length while Jonghyun works the lube into Kibum's entrance with artful skills. No words need to be exchanged.
Jonghyun bends down for one final, tongue dancing kiss that leaves them both gasping for air. He needs this, he needs Kibum right now - otherwise, he just might fall over the edge. Kibum doesn't have time to catch his breath before one of his legs is hitched over Jonghyun's shoulder and he's pressing in to him.
“Sh - shit,” Kibum stutters, eye lids fluttering in a mixture of pleasure and pain due to the unexpected entrance. He can already tell by Jonghyun's hastiness he's going to be sore as hell the following morning.
He's always been one for little patience, so Jonghyun picks up a fast and hard pace as he pushes his swollen cock into Kibum's tight, welcoming hole. All Kibum can do to hold in his screams of pure ecstasy is drag his finely pointed nails down Jonghyun's slick back. His struggles are in vain as he's still left panting out Jonghyun's name.
Kibum's back arches as Jonghyun's prominent hip bones dig into him once more. There's small rivulets of sweat trailing from Jonghyun's hair line and his eyes are trained on a far off place as he focuses solely on satiating his carnal lust, his need to slip off into another dimension with less paperwork and lower expectations.
It's nothing like the way Jinki locks eyes with Kibum during sex, his eyes filed to the brim with only pure intentions. Nothing like the tender touches, the gentle caresses and heartfelt kisses, soft like the tickle of a butterfly's wings. The room always feels bright, the air lighter, when Jinki is there, but now it's thick and heavy and Kibum feels like he's suffocating. His throat and heart clench.
Shit. Kibum's vision darkens at the edges as Jonghyun finally reaches his climax, bucking against him with all his strength before emptying inside him. He can't bring himself to orgasm, even with his hand steadily working his cock, not with the fresh image of Jinki in his mind - such a vivid contrast to Jonghyun. The brunette rolls off of Kibum, dick falling limp as his chest rises heavily.
They don't say anything. Kibum curses himself for ever revealing himself - he should have just stayed hidden, let Jonghyun carry on without him. What does he care if the guy wants to ruin his life? Why should he be brought down with him? Before he can stop them, a steady stream of hot tears are cascading down his porcelain cheeks. A broken china doll without a visible crack.
“Get out.”
The order is curt, lacking any emotion. Silent tears still falling, Kibum gathers his garments, dresses once again, and slips out the door. He makes it to the end of the hall before he lets himself collapse.
“Hey Jinki!” Taemin chimes, capturing the said older man's arm in his own. “Where's your date?”
Jinki forces a small upward lift of the corners of his mouth. “I … don't know,” he manages to get out and god, if he doesn't feel like the loser date who got ditched at prom.
Passing by, air of nonchalance intact, Kikwang pauses to comment, “Kibum? Didn't someone see him on the fifth floor?”
“Who did you hear that from?” Taemin questions, quirking an eyebrow in his friend's direction.
Kikwang smiles sweetly. “Subin.”
Knowing the sweet, honest woman himself, Taemin wipes down on his bottom lip. “Oh, really?” His gaze shifts over nervously to take in Jinki's state - the man is cool and composed. Taemin frowns. “Jinki?”
“I'll be back,” Jinki says, calm smile in place.
He begins to work his way through the crowd. He knew this would happen, he knew, but he held on to childish hope - believing that maybe, just maybe, he could change Kibum. Make him settle down, leave his old demons behind. He was blind. Nothing, no one, could change Kibum - he's irreparable. So, then, why is he doing this?
The elevator is in sight. Jinki glides in, presses the round '5' before leaning against the back wall comfortably. He must be going insane. This is totally irrational, on all levels - Kibum was using him to get back at Jonghyun, that's all. All of the special moments they shard - it was all in Jinki's mind.
The doors part and Jinki steps out into the hallway. He glances both ways down the hall. A slump form, partly hidden behind a jutting wall, catches his attention. He strides over, face set in stern lines.
“Jinki…” The meek voice drifts up to him before he has a chance to speak.
Everything, all of the pent up emotions, fall away. Jinki deflates. Instead of telling Kibum off, showing him that he can't be used and abused however Kibum feels like, he drops to the floor beside the brunette. Crawling into his arms, Jinki cradles Kibum against his chest while letting his head fall back against the wall and eyes drift to the ceiling.
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A/N:
If you didn't notice, I have created a community for my fics. Please watch it, I never know when I might make a mistake and get banned from shinee_replay. Thank you!
& I'm sorry for the depressing chapter. I would like to say things get better - but, um, there's more Jongkey to come? Hopefully that will suffice.
Picture credit to deviantart.com user.
Pairing: Jongkey, Onkey, 2min
Genre: AU, Humor, Romance, Drama, Angst
Rating: NC-17 [Language, Sexual Situations (Smut), Drug Abuse]
Word Count: 2,974
Disclaimer(s): I own nothing.
Summary: Office romances never come without drama.
A/N: Beta'd by the lovely & amazing siaht ! Warning for slut!Key.
Prologue | Chapter One | Chapter Two | Chapter Three | Chapter Four
Beauty & The Geek : Chapter Five
Love Drunk | Your Last Call | Be Without You | Why Don't You Love Me
The day of GHD's company ball rapidly approaches until the date finally catapults itself into reality. Kibum is left reeling at just how suddenly the day comes about. In fact, he doesn't realize the significance of the Friday afternoon he's working, kneeling on the plush carpet of an office with the lights dimmed, until his cell phone vibrates with a text. The initial text isn't enough to break him from his concentration as his mouth and tongue slide against the swelling length he's taken in his lips, but the third one does.
“You fucking prick,” The executive moans, out of breath, as Kibum pulls away with a huff to check his mobile.
“Shut the hell up,” Kibum orders curtly, scrolling through Jinki's messages with a growing feeling of dismay settling in the pit of his stomach. “Oh shit.”
“What?”
Kibum returns to his feet with the flexibility of a dancer. “The ball is tonight,” he explains, wide eyes turned on the older man, “How the hell did I forget?”
Rolling his eyes, the man replies snidely, “Just fucking finish what you were doing.”
“I have to go.” Kibum doesn't wait for permission, wheeling around on his heels and strutting the locked door hurriedly.
“W-wait, Kibum!” He squawks, “Where are you going? You can't leave me like this!”
“You can take care of yourself,” Kibum shoots over his shoulder just as he slips out the door.
The man shifts his gaze from the shut door back to his erect cock. With a whimper, he curses himself for not having the balls to demand for Kibum to come back - and then he kicks himself for not having the salary to make Kibum even consider turning back around.
It was three years ago when his grandmother fell deathly ill. Kibum had just begun work at GHD and could only spare two days absence. He tried fighting for more, his grandmother had practically raised him, but no one cared about the emergency leave a newbie wanted. He arrived back home in Daegu just in time to say goodbye.
The hospital room was crowded with older relatives as Kibum bent over his grandmother's frail form, taking her withering hand in his own. “Grandmother, I'm sorry I couldn't make it sooner.”
She peered up at him with blind eyes. “No, no,” she replied, voice just as thin as the rest of her, “You're the last drop of Kim blood … You must …. carry the name high.”
“But-”
“Promise me you'll be successful.”
“Yes, of course, grandmother.”
He was young, but he didn't take his grandmother's dying words lightly. Kibum swore to himself he would become successful, no matter what the means.
But then, why is he here now? Playing the role of dutiful boyfriend as he fixes Jinki's bow tie, catches the man before he leaves without his wallet. Jinki doesn't help him climb further up the corporate ladder. Jinki is just another employee in the Development Department at GHD.
Since when did his relationships shift from matters of business to matters of the heart?
“Kibum, we need to go,” Jinki calls from the door, all smiles.
Breaking from his deep musing, Kibum nods and wordlessly follows Jinki out the door. They take a luxury cab to the most prominent hotel in the Gangnam district, where the ball is taking place. Kibum remains speechless and either Jinki doesn't notice or doesn't feel it's necessary to break his silence.
Kibum tugs at the cuff of his charcoal gray tuxedo, silently cursing his tailor for not lengthening the arm's correctly. It's going to nag at the back of his mind for the rest of the night. He barely registers the vehicle stopping until Jinki is laughing and guiding him out of the cab.
“Where is your mind today?” Jinki teases.
“Good question,” Kibum returns and it's too stiff.
Jinki's smile falters. They enter the building with straight faces, not appearing as the happy couple they should. For once, Kibum can't be bothered to fix his facade - he's too exhausted from this never ending game. They get checked off on the guest list and enter the grand ball room, lush in enormous crystal chandeliers and elegant, gold rimmed mirrors.
As if by the hands of some greater power, a busboy bumps into Kibum and careens him forward into unsuspecting arms. Peering up through dark, thick lashes, Kibum's breath catches in his throat as he comes face to face with Jonghyun. He's anything short of dashing in his classic black tux, hair styled to frame his face handsomely.
“Fancy meeting you here,” Jonghyun says through a chuckle.
Kibum pushes away from his hold. “Sorry,” he says briskly and rushes to get away.
A hand around his wrist stops him. Jonghyun reels him back until Kibum is pressed against his chest. Leaning forward, Jonghyun whispers huskily into his ear, “Meet me outside room 689 in twenty minutes.”
With a small gasp, Kibum is launched forward once again. He doesn't dare turn to analyze the face of the attractive man, lest it tempt him to actually consider his offer. What the hell is Jonghyun up to? It's been nearly two months since they ended. Is Jonghyun really missing him? That's so unlike him … No, he's spending this night with only Jinki. He doesn't have the energy for any more charades.
Jinki is distracted by an enthused Taemin, so he misses the exchange. Kibum sidles up beside him, ignoring the inquisitive stare Minho gives him. Unconsciously, Jinki's hand moves to the small of Kibum's back and stays there.
“Hey, babe,” Kibum whispers some time later while resting his head on Jinki's shoulder.
Jinki tears his eyes from the woman he's laughing with to smile down at Kibum. “What is it?”
“I'm going to excuse myself to the restroom, okay?”
There's ignorant bliss shining in the man's eyes and Kibum wonders if it's even possible for his heart to be functioning after so much harsh breaking. Jinki kisses him on the forehead and gives his butt a pat in the bathroom's direction before returning his attention to his fellow worker once again.
Kibum calmly exits the ball room, scanning the surrounding area for any prying eyes before stepping into the elevator. When he reaches a stop at the right floor, he glides as quietly as possible to the opposite wall. Down the hall, Jonghyun is too busy searching through his pockets to notice him. Despite how ridiculous the idea is, Kibum pokes only the top half of his face around the corner to observe the man.
Getting his hand on whatever he was searching for, Jonghyun extracts an item too small for Kibum to view. What Kibum can see from his hiding spot is the way Jonghyun's hands are shaking while he pops seemingly nothing into his mouth. Kibum catches sight of a small, orange capsule.
He has to fight to stay on his feet. What the hell had Jonghyun gotten in to without him around? And why does it feel like someone has shot him in the heart?
It's been a half an hour. He checks his watch for the umpteenth time - thirty three minutes and counting. Jonghyun taps his foot impatiently against the richly carpeted flooring while crossing his arms, ignoring the uncomfortable tug of his tuxedo. Fuck Kibum. He's not going to waste a minute longer waiting for him, not when Kikwang is downstairs and practically in heat just at the sight of him. He casts one last look towards the opposite end of the hallway, loathing mixed with anticipation, before shoving his hands in his pockets and trudging towards the stairs.
“Jjong.”
He keeps walking. Kim Jonghyun is not going to act like some dickless schmuck. No pretty face or smoking hot body is going to convince him otherwise -
“Hey, Jonghyun, you asshole!” The words reach him just as a hand yanks him to a stop.
He doesn't have time to register the force being applied to his shoulders until he's slammed against the wall. Kibum keeps him pinned there, his breathing heavily from the strain. Their eyes lock and it's all too similar to that night. Only this time, Kibum is the one initiating the confrontation.
Their role shift leaves Jonghyun in a daze and all he can do is melt as Kibum shoves his soft lips against his own. This is a welcome change from the outcome of their last meeting like this. His hands slowly release their hold on him and in turn grab fistfuls of Jonghyun's starch white dress shirt to pull him closer.
The warmth, moist cavern of Kibum's mouth are enough to make Jonghyun reel with nostalgia. As they lap hungrily at each other, he's drawn back to a hazy scene of a long stretch of sand and water and just beach for as far as the eye could see. Vast and white like the expanse of naked skin that had been beneath him. He tries to recall the heated emotions, the passion, from that night, but it's like hitting a brick wall.
When they pull away, it's because their lungs are burning for air, but Jonghyun can't help but regret ending the mind numbing action.
But no matter how much he enjoys it, he's still at a loss as to just why Kibum is doing this, right now, with his perfect boyfriend just a couple floors below.“What the hell, Kibum?” Jonghyun pants out, brows knitted in confusion.
Shaking his head vehemently, Kibum pulls away from Jonghyun. “Just open the door.”
Jonghyun doesn't spare a moment before he's reaching backwards and fumbling with the key card and the handle of the door. He's quick to capture Kibum's voluptuous lips once again as he pulls him by his hips into the room, miraculously entering the room without any loss of focus. Jonghyun gains dominance almost automatically and Kibum willingly gives in as he's roughly shoved onto the suite's enormous bed, the hotel door only just swinging shut.
“You asked for this,” Jonghyun grunts while fluidly losing his own clothing, massaging Kibum's growing dick through his pant's material in the process.
Kibum lets out a needy moan in reply. It doesn't take them long before they're grinding bare skin against bare skin. Everything is slowly being released, all of the tension drawing Jonghyun's shoulders in, all of the stress and worry that wrinkles his forehead daily.
Teasingly, Kibum takes Jonghyun's bottom lip between his teeth and bites down. He knows it drives the older man crazy. Giving in to the bait, Jonghyun retrieves a handy bottle of lube he placed in the bedside chest of drawers while curling Kibum's fingers around a condom.
They work in perfect synchrony, Kibum using only his mouth to work the protection onto Jonghyun's length while Jonghyun works the lube into Kibum's entrance with artful skills. No words need to be exchanged.
Jonghyun bends down for one final, tongue dancing kiss that leaves them both gasping for air. He needs this, he needs Kibum right now - otherwise, he just might fall over the edge. Kibum doesn't have time to catch his breath before one of his legs is hitched over Jonghyun's shoulder and he's pressing in to him.
“Sh - shit,” Kibum stutters, eye lids fluttering in a mixture of pleasure and pain due to the unexpected entrance. He can already tell by Jonghyun's hastiness he's going to be sore as hell the following morning.
He's always been one for little patience, so Jonghyun picks up a fast and hard pace as he pushes his swollen cock into Kibum's tight, welcoming hole. All Kibum can do to hold in his screams of pure ecstasy is drag his finely pointed nails down Jonghyun's slick back. His struggles are in vain as he's still left panting out Jonghyun's name.
Kibum's back arches as Jonghyun's prominent hip bones dig into him once more. There's small rivulets of sweat trailing from Jonghyun's hair line and his eyes are trained on a far off place as he focuses solely on satiating his carnal lust, his need to slip off into another dimension with less paperwork and lower expectations.
It's nothing like the way Jinki locks eyes with Kibum during sex, his eyes filed to the brim with only pure intentions. Nothing like the tender touches, the gentle caresses and heartfelt kisses, soft like the tickle of a butterfly's wings. The room always feels bright, the air lighter, when Jinki is there, but now it's thick and heavy and Kibum feels like he's suffocating. His throat and heart clench.
Shit. Kibum's vision darkens at the edges as Jonghyun finally reaches his climax, bucking against him with all his strength before emptying inside him. He can't bring himself to orgasm, even with his hand steadily working his cock, not with the fresh image of Jinki in his mind - such a vivid contrast to Jonghyun. The brunette rolls off of Kibum, dick falling limp as his chest rises heavily.
They don't say anything. Kibum curses himself for ever revealing himself - he should have just stayed hidden, let Jonghyun carry on without him. What does he care if the guy wants to ruin his life? Why should he be brought down with him? Before he can stop them, a steady stream of hot tears are cascading down his porcelain cheeks. A broken china doll without a visible crack.
“Get out.”
The order is curt, lacking any emotion. Silent tears still falling, Kibum gathers his garments, dresses once again, and slips out the door. He makes it to the end of the hall before he lets himself collapse.
“Hey Jinki!” Taemin chimes, capturing the said older man's arm in his own. “Where's your date?”
Jinki forces a small upward lift of the corners of his mouth. “I … don't know,” he manages to get out and god, if he doesn't feel like the loser date who got ditched at prom.
Passing by, air of nonchalance intact, Kikwang pauses to comment, “Kibum? Didn't someone see him on the fifth floor?”
“Who did you hear that from?” Taemin questions, quirking an eyebrow in his friend's direction.
Kikwang smiles sweetly. “Subin.”
Knowing the sweet, honest woman himself, Taemin wipes down on his bottom lip. “Oh, really?” His gaze shifts over nervously to take in Jinki's state - the man is cool and composed. Taemin frowns. “Jinki?”
“I'll be back,” Jinki says, calm smile in place.
He begins to work his way through the crowd. He knew this would happen, he knew, but he held on to childish hope - believing that maybe, just maybe, he could change Kibum. Make him settle down, leave his old demons behind. He was blind. Nothing, no one, could change Kibum - he's irreparable. So, then, why is he doing this?
The elevator is in sight. Jinki glides in, presses the round '5' before leaning against the back wall comfortably. He must be going insane. This is totally irrational, on all levels - Kibum was using him to get back at Jonghyun, that's all. All of the special moments they shard - it was all in Jinki's mind.
The doors part and Jinki steps out into the hallway. He glances both ways down the hall. A slump form, partly hidden behind a jutting wall, catches his attention. He strides over, face set in stern lines.
“Jinki…” The meek voice drifts up to him before he has a chance to speak.
Everything, all of the pent up emotions, fall away. Jinki deflates. Instead of telling Kibum off, showing him that he can't be used and abused however Kibum feels like, he drops to the floor beside the brunette. Crawling into his arms, Jinki cradles Kibum against his chest while letting his head fall back against the wall and eyes drift to the ceiling.
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A/N:
If you didn't notice, I have created a community for my fics. Please watch it, I never know when I might make a mistake and get banned from shinee_replay. Thank you!
& I'm sorry for the depressing chapter. I would like to say things get better - but, um, there's more Jongkey to come? Hopefully that will suffice.
Picture credit to deviantart.com user.