Beauty & The Geek [jongkey, onkey, 2min] [10/11]
Title: Beauty & The Geek
Pairing: Jongkey, Onkey, 2min
Genre: AU, Drama, Romance, Angst
Word Count: 2297
Rating: PG-13 [Language, Sexual Situations, Mentions of Attempted Suicide]
Disclaimer(s): I own nothing.
Summary: Office romances never come without drama.
Prologue | One | Two | Three | Four | Five | Six | Seven | Eight | Nine
A/N: Okay, so change of plans yet again. There will no longer be a second series. I thought about it, and I think it will be best if I end this where I planned to originally. I'm very sorry. Do you readers hate me yet? /bows Also, I'm sorry this chapter is late as well as uneditted!
Also, thank you very much to all of my readers who suggested music for this fic!
Beauty & The Geek : Chapter Ten
Stay | Implode | Untouched | Looking For Paradise
Kibum stares down at the phone after the speaker on the other end hangs up. He's processing; processing all of the reasons, non-detrimental to his career, that could possibly explain why Daeho just called him from a HR number, asking for him to come in as soon as possible. This does not bode well at all. Kibum clutches at his stomach with one hand and rubs his temples with the other.
“What did they want?”
Startled, Kibum whips around when Jinki speaks. “I didn't hear you come in,” he says quickly, so as not to let on the real reason he's so jumpy, “They just, want to discuss some business. Nothing important.”
Jinki nods, gullible. “Oh, okay.” And he starts rambling about ordering in dinner 'or something.'
He's not going in until tomorrow morning, Kibum has already decided that much. If utter catastrophe can be avoided for that long, he might just be ready to handle it. Except, he's not going to be able to rest his nerves until then.
He needs a distraction. Anything to keep his mind off his impending doom.
“ - I heard the Italian restaurant down the street is good, but I wonder if they have take out,” Jinki muses, but before he can open his mouth to continue the one sided conversation, Kibum presses a long, piano player like finger to his lips.
“Jinki?”
“Uh … yeah?”
“Just shut up.”
Shaggy hair falls over wide open eyes, Jinki can't contain his shock as Kibum pulls himself closer. Finger still against his lips, Kibum drags lazy kisses across Jinki's jawline. His hands work seamlessly and Jinki hardly realizes he's slowly being backed up, out of the kitchen and down the hall.
Kibum doesn't feel the slightest bit guilty for seducing the man - it's not as if he isn't willing And well, he can't deny how sexy Jinki is with his hair disheveled from sleep, so maybe this is what Jinki is looking for? Kibum doesn't think he's possible of loving, but … lust is better than nothing, right? It's the least he owes the devoted man.
“Wait,” Jinki says, pressing a hand against Kibum's chest just as they're nearing the bedroom, “Is this what you want, Kibum?”
“Yes.” It doesn't feel like a lie, but he doesn't care if it is, he just wants Jinki to take him right now so he can forget everything.
Jinki stares deeply into his eyes, and Kibum doesn't care if it's like a scene out of a cheesy love story, he's captured in that gaze. He threads his fingers through Jinki's hair and places a soft kiss on his plush lips.
“This is what I want,” he reassures, rubbing his thumb against Jinki's smooth cheek.
Jinki's face turns serious, and the protective look in his eyes. It's as if he's just been given the most treasured item in the world. Kibum sighs against his lips. It's as if his heart has been released from its cage, all he needed was Jinki to come along with the key.
Outside is a hazy mixture of clouds and sunshine, but inside the hospital room it's dreary and dark. Despite the sun leaking in through the blinds pulled tightly shut, it can't cancel out the negative vibes rolling off of the man quietly and efficiently dressing in one corner of the room. Upper body sprawled out on the bed, seated on a chair off to the side, Kikwang is sleeping like the dead. Jonghyun finishes with his cobalt tie, adjusts the cuffs of his charcoal gray suit, and walks over to nudge his secretary, or former secretary, awake.
“Kikwang,” he says roughly, then clears his throat and tries again, “Kikwang.”
Stirring, Kikwang nearly rolls off of the chair he's vicariously perched on. “Oh!” He exclaims, jumping awake immediately from the scare. He blinks, trying to gather his bearings. “Jonghyun, where are you … ?”
“I'm going to see Daeho,” Jonghyun explains simply, fixing stray locks of still slightly damp hair in the room's only mirror.
“You can't just leave,” Kikwang protests softly.
Jonghyun nods. “I convinced the doctor to release me early.”
“By convinced … ?”
“Kikwang,” Jonghyun's expression is brooding, words a warning, “Are you going to come with me or not? Otherwise you can just go home.”
Kikwang scrambles to his feet. “I'll come with you, just give me a chance - “
“I'll wait ten minutes in the cab for you. If you aren't there by that time, I'm leaving.”
The moment the door closes shut behind the man, Kikwang is a frenzy of activity. He makes it downstairs two minutes late, still trying to run a comb through his tangled hair. His heart jumps into his throat when he dashes out of the revolving doors - the cab is still there.
“You waited for me,” Kikwang says in utter shock as he slips in beside Jonghyun.
Jonghyun sniffs haughtily. “Well, it's the least I can do. You did stay with me, after all.”
Kikwang has to force himself to stare out the window. He can't let Jonghyun see the grin, brimming with ineffable joy.
Once, twice, Taemin blinks. Something doesn't feel right. He's just woken up and the king sized mattress feels just as heavenly as usual, the ivory and royal blue comforter and sheets smell just as springtime fresh, but something is off. Rolling over, blond hair a messy halo above his head, Taemin discovers why this doesn't feel like a normal morning.
“Baby, where are you?” He calls lazily, arm absently patting the empty spot where his boyfriend should be.
Despite straining, he doesn't hear any response. With a groan, Taemin hurriedly draws his robe and slippers, leaving the warmth of the bed to the slightly chilly air in the room. Shuffling out of the bedroom, he wanders down the hallway.
“Minho?”
“In here.”
Taemin finds Minho in the kitchen, coffee forgotten at his side, glasses close to falling off his nose, and eyes focused solely on the computer screen in front of him. With quick steps, Taemin is dumping the old coffee and refilling it. When he places it back beside Minho's laptop, he uses his nimble fingers to set the ebony haired man's glasses back in their proper place.
“What are you doing, babe?” Taemin asks softly, wrapping his arms around Minho's shoulders and resting his chin on the crook of his neck while leaning over to look at the screen. “Why are you working so early?”
Minho's fingers continue to 'clickclack' at the key's on the keyboard. “I need to have this proposal finished by the end of the day, but I also have to go into the office for other work. By the way, can you get that Armani suit out?”
“The pin striped one?”
Minho nods, eyes never diverting from the computer screen.
“Why are you getting so dressed up just to go to work on a Sunday?” Taemin asks, lower lip sticking out.
With a sigh, Minho stops typing to wrap his arms around Taemin's. “I have to go see Daeho for a meeting.”
“What meeting?”
“I'm not supposed to tell you … “
“Minho,” Taemin chides, “If you can't trust me, why are we even - “
“Shh,” Minho coos, stopping his boyfriend from going off on another rant, “You'll find out soon enough, okay?”
“Fine,” Taemin pouts, but he can feel all of the tension in Minho's body so he lets it go, “I guess I could use a day to myself, anyway.”
Minho smiles warmly, taking the time to actually take a drink of his coffee now. “Oh? And what are you going to do all day?”
“First I'll probably call and catch up with some friends,” Taemin explains, lips brushing the rough, unshaven skin of Minho's jawline, “Then I'll do some dancing, maybe go out to the store to get some special ingredients for a favorite meal of someone's. And if there's enough time, I could always take a bath, using that scent, oh what's it called again? Midnight-Something-Or-Other?”
Minho hums, eyes shut, focusing solely on the tantalizing words and images.
“But it might not be worth it. My guy is always so busy, he probably won't have time to appreciate it.”
“That guy is crazy, then,” Minho says, guiding Taemin around until he's straddling him on the seat.
Taemin's round, almond colored eyes are wide with thought. “But, I suppose if you're interested, you could keep me company?”
Placing sensual kisses up and down Taemin's neck, Minho says, words slightly muffled against his skin, “What if we get caught?”
Catching him by the chin, Taemin pulls his face up so he can form his lips perfectly against Minho's. An open mouthed kiss ensues, and Taemin relishes in the taste that is all Minho as he works his tongue thoroughly at the inside of Minho's mouth.
With a groan, they break away from each other.
“Will it matter?” Taemin asks, curling into Minho's chest.
Minho pulls Taemin snug against him, arms wrapped around him. “Not at all. That guy must not know how lucky he is.”
“He must not know how much I love him.”
Minho nuzzles against his boyfriend's soft head of hair. “I love you, too.”
When Jinki emerges from his cocoon of blankets, he finds a bright, lime green sticky note stuck to his forehead. Peeling it off, he's surprised by the casual handwriting it's in, although still artful. “Breakfast in the kitchen - make yourself useful, clean up. Be back later. - K” So … he isn't being kicked out?
Jinki jumps straight up in the bed and nearly punches the ceiling pumping his fist in pure celebration.
Kibum didn't kick him out. Kibum didn't kick him out!
His stomach emits a low, deep grumble. Time to try out that breakfast …
“... Your actions have completely defiled the name of our company .. “
It's feels as if Kibum's blood is boiling, running through his veins like a coursing river of scalding lava. The words falling so easily from the man's mouth, as if he has any room to talk, and room to accuse - the very man who had 'taken in' Kibum!
“... The incriminating video is an immoral show of just why you are no longer fit … “
Kibum had been filled with youthful ignorance, naivety. He had been ready to take on the world, fight for every ounce of worth he wanted to gain in memory of his grandmother. Daeho had assured him the only way to achieve that, a person like him with no real hope of making it in the business, was to let go of his pride, his every value, and do as he was told.
“... If I had known what was going on behind my back at this level of my corporation … “
Lies, all lies.
“Of course, we're going to keep this whole ordeal as quiet as possible - “
“You lying, hypocritical old man,” Kibum seethes, finally breaking his silence.
Daeho narrows his eyes. “Do not interrupt me, Mr. Kim.”
“Like hell I won't,” Kibum snaps, heated emotions stirring to action, “You're a filthy scum bag.”
“Kibum!”
He ignores the unspoken order to stop talking. “End this ordeal quietly'? Just how are you going to do that, when you're the prime culprit of these 'vile acts'?”
Daeho's face begins to redden with rage. “You have no proof.”
“Like. Hell,” Kibum spits, “There's a video camera outside my apartment, and I have dozens of tapes with you coming in and out at less then acceptable times.”
“How did you - “ Daeho stops, gathering himself. “How much will it take?”
Kibum swallows down his emotions, turning to strict business thoughts. He'll have the rest of his life to hate this man, but now is his only chance to get even. “Tomorrow will be my last day here,” Kibum directs, “When I walk in to clean out my office, there had better be nothing short of ten million in U.S. Dollars on my desk.”
Daeho gapes. “I refuse - “
“I'm doing you a favor. The amount it would take to keep the media quiet, pay for a good lawyer, and over all protect your image if the news got out? It would go well over that sum.”
Daeho nods in defeat. “Fine then.”
“One last thing.”
“What?”
“Make sure … Make sure Jonghyun gets a well paying, steady job. Something equal to his paycheck now.”
Daeho stares with hard eyes, but simply nods once again.
Kibum stands. “I'll go now.” He turns on his heels and swiftly makes his way to the door, but he's momentarily stopped when he opens it only to find Jonghyun.
“Kibum … “
Their gazes meet and it feels like centuries have passed since Kibum first saw him. Back then, life had been so different. He had been alone, lost in a big, unfamiliar city. Now he can make his own way and he doesn't need the stress of taking care of someone else's problems.
“Goodbye, Jonghyun.”
He brushes past him and continues out of the office, as if he hadn't stopped at all. Jonghyun watches him leave, void of any emotion.
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Pairing: Jongkey, Onkey, 2min
Genre: AU, Drama, Romance, Angst
Word Count: 2297
Rating: PG-13 [Language, Sexual Situations, Mentions of Attempted Suicide]
Disclaimer(s): I own nothing.
Summary: Office romances never come without drama.
Prologue | One | Two | Three | Four | Five | Six | Seven | Eight | Nine
A/N: Okay, so change of plans yet again. There will no longer be a second series. I thought about it, and I think it will be best if I end this where I planned to originally. I'm very sorry. Do you readers hate me yet? /bows Also, I'm sorry this chapter is late as well as uneditted!
Also, thank you very much to all of my readers who suggested music for this fic!
Beauty & The Geek : Chapter Ten
Stay | Implode | Untouched | Looking For Paradise
Kibum stares down at the phone after the speaker on the other end hangs up. He's processing; processing all of the reasons, non-detrimental to his career, that could possibly explain why Daeho just called him from a HR number, asking for him to come in as soon as possible. This does not bode well at all. Kibum clutches at his stomach with one hand and rubs his temples with the other.
“What did they want?”
Startled, Kibum whips around when Jinki speaks. “I didn't hear you come in,” he says quickly, so as not to let on the real reason he's so jumpy, “They just, want to discuss some business. Nothing important.”
Jinki nods, gullible. “Oh, okay.” And he starts rambling about ordering in dinner 'or something.'
He's not going in until tomorrow morning, Kibum has already decided that much. If utter catastrophe can be avoided for that long, he might just be ready to handle it. Except, he's not going to be able to rest his nerves until then.
He needs a distraction. Anything to keep his mind off his impending doom.
“ - I heard the Italian restaurant down the street is good, but I wonder if they have take out,” Jinki muses, but before he can open his mouth to continue the one sided conversation, Kibum presses a long, piano player like finger to his lips.
“Jinki?”
“Uh … yeah?”
“Just shut up.”
Shaggy hair falls over wide open eyes, Jinki can't contain his shock as Kibum pulls himself closer. Finger still against his lips, Kibum drags lazy kisses across Jinki's jawline. His hands work seamlessly and Jinki hardly realizes he's slowly being backed up, out of the kitchen and down the hall.
Kibum doesn't feel the slightest bit guilty for seducing the man - it's not as if he isn't willing And well, he can't deny how sexy Jinki is with his hair disheveled from sleep, so maybe this is what Jinki is looking for? Kibum doesn't think he's possible of loving, but … lust is better than nothing, right? It's the least he owes the devoted man.
“Wait,” Jinki says, pressing a hand against Kibum's chest just as they're nearing the bedroom, “Is this what you want, Kibum?”
“Yes.” It doesn't feel like a lie, but he doesn't care if it is, he just wants Jinki to take him right now so he can forget everything.
Jinki stares deeply into his eyes, and Kibum doesn't care if it's like a scene out of a cheesy love story, he's captured in that gaze. He threads his fingers through Jinki's hair and places a soft kiss on his plush lips.
“This is what I want,” he reassures, rubbing his thumb against Jinki's smooth cheek.
Jinki's face turns serious, and the protective look in his eyes. It's as if he's just been given the most treasured item in the world. Kibum sighs against his lips. It's as if his heart has been released from its cage, all he needed was Jinki to come along with the key.
Outside is a hazy mixture of clouds and sunshine, but inside the hospital room it's dreary and dark. Despite the sun leaking in through the blinds pulled tightly shut, it can't cancel out the negative vibes rolling off of the man quietly and efficiently dressing in one corner of the room. Upper body sprawled out on the bed, seated on a chair off to the side, Kikwang is sleeping like the dead. Jonghyun finishes with his cobalt tie, adjusts the cuffs of his charcoal gray suit, and walks over to nudge his secretary, or former secretary, awake.
“Kikwang,” he says roughly, then clears his throat and tries again, “Kikwang.”
Stirring, Kikwang nearly rolls off of the chair he's vicariously perched on. “Oh!” He exclaims, jumping awake immediately from the scare. He blinks, trying to gather his bearings. “Jonghyun, where are you … ?”
“I'm going to see Daeho,” Jonghyun explains simply, fixing stray locks of still slightly damp hair in the room's only mirror.
“You can't just leave,” Kikwang protests softly.
Jonghyun nods. “I convinced the doctor to release me early.”
“By convinced … ?”
“Kikwang,” Jonghyun's expression is brooding, words a warning, “Are you going to come with me or not? Otherwise you can just go home.”
Kikwang scrambles to his feet. “I'll come with you, just give me a chance - “
“I'll wait ten minutes in the cab for you. If you aren't there by that time, I'm leaving.”
The moment the door closes shut behind the man, Kikwang is a frenzy of activity. He makes it downstairs two minutes late, still trying to run a comb through his tangled hair. His heart jumps into his throat when he dashes out of the revolving doors - the cab is still there.
“You waited for me,” Kikwang says in utter shock as he slips in beside Jonghyun.
Jonghyun sniffs haughtily. “Well, it's the least I can do. You did stay with me, after all.”
Kikwang has to force himself to stare out the window. He can't let Jonghyun see the grin, brimming with ineffable joy.
Once, twice, Taemin blinks. Something doesn't feel right. He's just woken up and the king sized mattress feels just as heavenly as usual, the ivory and royal blue comforter and sheets smell just as springtime fresh, but something is off. Rolling over, blond hair a messy halo above his head, Taemin discovers why this doesn't feel like a normal morning.
“Baby, where are you?” He calls lazily, arm absently patting the empty spot where his boyfriend should be.
Despite straining, he doesn't hear any response. With a groan, Taemin hurriedly draws his robe and slippers, leaving the warmth of the bed to the slightly chilly air in the room. Shuffling out of the bedroom, he wanders down the hallway.
“Minho?”
“In here.”
Taemin finds Minho in the kitchen, coffee forgotten at his side, glasses close to falling off his nose, and eyes focused solely on the computer screen in front of him. With quick steps, Taemin is dumping the old coffee and refilling it. When he places it back beside Minho's laptop, he uses his nimble fingers to set the ebony haired man's glasses back in their proper place.
“What are you doing, babe?” Taemin asks softly, wrapping his arms around Minho's shoulders and resting his chin on the crook of his neck while leaning over to look at the screen. “Why are you working so early?”
Minho's fingers continue to 'clickclack' at the key's on the keyboard. “I need to have this proposal finished by the end of the day, but I also have to go into the office for other work. By the way, can you get that Armani suit out?”
“The pin striped one?”
Minho nods, eyes never diverting from the computer screen.
“Why are you getting so dressed up just to go to work on a Sunday?” Taemin asks, lower lip sticking out.
With a sigh, Minho stops typing to wrap his arms around Taemin's. “I have to go see Daeho for a meeting.”
“What meeting?”
“I'm not supposed to tell you … “
“Minho,” Taemin chides, “If you can't trust me, why are we even - “
“Shh,” Minho coos, stopping his boyfriend from going off on another rant, “You'll find out soon enough, okay?”
“Fine,” Taemin pouts, but he can feel all of the tension in Minho's body so he lets it go, “I guess I could use a day to myself, anyway.”
Minho smiles warmly, taking the time to actually take a drink of his coffee now. “Oh? And what are you going to do all day?”
“First I'll probably call and catch up with some friends,” Taemin explains, lips brushing the rough, unshaven skin of Minho's jawline, “Then I'll do some dancing, maybe go out to the store to get some special ingredients for a favorite meal of someone's. And if there's enough time, I could always take a bath, using that scent, oh what's it called again? Midnight-Something-Or-Other?”
Minho hums, eyes shut, focusing solely on the tantalizing words and images.
“But it might not be worth it. My guy is always so busy, he probably won't have time to appreciate it.”
“That guy is crazy, then,” Minho says, guiding Taemin around until he's straddling him on the seat.
Taemin's round, almond colored eyes are wide with thought. “But, I suppose if you're interested, you could keep me company?”
Placing sensual kisses up and down Taemin's neck, Minho says, words slightly muffled against his skin, “What if we get caught?”
Catching him by the chin, Taemin pulls his face up so he can form his lips perfectly against Minho's. An open mouthed kiss ensues, and Taemin relishes in the taste that is all Minho as he works his tongue thoroughly at the inside of Minho's mouth.
With a groan, they break away from each other.
“Will it matter?” Taemin asks, curling into Minho's chest.
Minho pulls Taemin snug against him, arms wrapped around him. “Not at all. That guy must not know how lucky he is.”
“He must not know how much I love him.”
Minho nuzzles against his boyfriend's soft head of hair. “I love you, too.”
When Jinki emerges from his cocoon of blankets, he finds a bright, lime green sticky note stuck to his forehead. Peeling it off, he's surprised by the casual handwriting it's in, although still artful. “Breakfast in the kitchen - make yourself useful, clean up. Be back later. - K” So … he isn't being kicked out?
Jinki jumps straight up in the bed and nearly punches the ceiling pumping his fist in pure celebration.
Kibum didn't kick him out. Kibum didn't kick him out!
His stomach emits a low, deep grumble. Time to try out that breakfast …
“... Your actions have completely defiled the name of our company .. “
It's feels as if Kibum's blood is boiling, running through his veins like a coursing river of scalding lava. The words falling so easily from the man's mouth, as if he has any room to talk, and room to accuse - the very man who had 'taken in' Kibum!
“... The incriminating video is an immoral show of just why you are no longer fit … “
Kibum had been filled with youthful ignorance, naivety. He had been ready to take on the world, fight for every ounce of worth he wanted to gain in memory of his grandmother. Daeho had assured him the only way to achieve that, a person like him with no real hope of making it in the business, was to let go of his pride, his every value, and do as he was told.
“... If I had known what was going on behind my back at this level of my corporation … “
Lies, all lies.
“Of course, we're going to keep this whole ordeal as quiet as possible - “
“You lying, hypocritical old man,” Kibum seethes, finally breaking his silence.
Daeho narrows his eyes. “Do not interrupt me, Mr. Kim.”
“Like hell I won't,” Kibum snaps, heated emotions stirring to action, “You're a filthy scum bag.”
“Kibum!”
He ignores the unspoken order to stop talking. “End this ordeal quietly'? Just how are you going to do that, when you're the prime culprit of these 'vile acts'?”
Daeho's face begins to redden with rage. “You have no proof.”
“Like. Hell,” Kibum spits, “There's a video camera outside my apartment, and I have dozens of tapes with you coming in and out at less then acceptable times.”
“How did you - “ Daeho stops, gathering himself. “How much will it take?”
Kibum swallows down his emotions, turning to strict business thoughts. He'll have the rest of his life to hate this man, but now is his only chance to get even. “Tomorrow will be my last day here,” Kibum directs, “When I walk in to clean out my office, there had better be nothing short of ten million in U.S. Dollars on my desk.”
Daeho gapes. “I refuse - “
“I'm doing you a favor. The amount it would take to keep the media quiet, pay for a good lawyer, and over all protect your image if the news got out? It would go well over that sum.”
Daeho nods in defeat. “Fine then.”
“One last thing.”
“What?”
“Make sure … Make sure Jonghyun gets a well paying, steady job. Something equal to his paycheck now.”
Daeho stares with hard eyes, but simply nods once again.
Kibum stands. “I'll go now.” He turns on his heels and swiftly makes his way to the door, but he's momentarily stopped when he opens it only to find Jonghyun.
“Kibum … “
Their gazes meet and it feels like centuries have passed since Kibum first saw him. Back then, life had been so different. He had been alone, lost in a big, unfamiliar city. Now he can make his own way and he doesn't need the stress of taking care of someone else's problems.
“Goodbye, Jonghyun.”
He brushes past him and continues out of the office, as if he hadn't stopped at all. Jonghyun watches him leave, void of any emotion.
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