CIMH(MBM) [5/10?]
NOT REAL CHAPTER 5
“Up, up, up, good…” Jonghyun made sure Kibum went up every step to their loft.
“I’m not a baby, I can do it myself.”
“I beg to differ,” Jonghyun chuckled and fingered through his jacket for the key.
Kibum was clinked to his arm, jumping away the frigid air. He was brandishing a cool-as-ice candlestick, a present from Jonghyun’s mom. She told them it was for good luck, along with a whole box of things. She was friendly, Kibum concluded.
“Home sweet home,” Jonghyun finally found the right key and opened the door.
Kibum ran in, flopping onto their cozy, fluffy couch. “I missed it!”
“Me too.” Jonghyun motioned his leg up the stairs. “I’m going to put these upstairs.”
Kibum giddily pulled his new Blackberry. Jessica had gotten it for him the day after the dinner fiasco, which Kibum was still phased about. Jessica even promised to come to Seoul to see them, have one-on-one time with just them two, and bring her homemade kimbap. Now that was special.
He turned his head so he could see where Jonghyun was. He was unloading their clothes and folding them back into the drawers. Kibum returned to the welcoming screen of his own cellphone and went to the address book. He searched for Minho’s number.
“What are you doing?” Jonghyun called over the railing.
Kibum slipped his phone into the pocket of his sweats and tilted his head so they could see each other. Kibum could see his bright pink, sumptuous lips glistening. His heart did three flips when Jonghyun walked down the stairs. He made his way to the couch and sat up straight, beckoning Kibum with his finger.
Kibum relentlessly plotted himself onto Jonghyun’s lap, reverse cowboy style. Jonghyun’s hands lazily rounded his waist and played with the hem of his tattered shirt. Kibum rested his cheek on the soft part of Jonghyun’s shoulder and breathed in. The smell of expensive cologne and Lush body bar soap swirled in his head.
He smiled incessantly.
Jonghyun was the guy for him and he was the boy for Jonghyun - he just knew it. Who cares if he was a teacher or not? They belonged together, and nothing could break them apart.
His phone made a fresh bloop and he turned, shocked. His first message. He jumped off of the elder and picked his phone up. He walked up the stairs. Or tried to.
“Hey.” Jonghyun pulled him back by his belt loop. “Where do you think you’re going?”
“Take a nap, why?” Sure, like a nap was what he needed.
“Right now?”
Kibum forced up a yawn. “Mmh…”
“You said you would help clean the car.”
“Oh, well we can do that later right?”
“In the dark?”
“Sure!” Kibum wriggled out of the hold and ran up the flight of stairs.
Once he was huddled inside the covers he opened the text. He waited for it to load. It was a download. But when it did show up, he gave out a low gasp.
I spy with my little eye…
Something that might ruin your little secret.
Do you?
Kibum shivered as he scrolled further down. There it was. A true secret that needed to be kept. It was a picture of Kibum and Jonghyun in class. The first day Kibum rode to school with him he’d slept in the room until he had to leave. As he looked for every detail that could be the least expressive to their relationship there was nothing.
So why the text?
His fingers jittered as he typed out a reply.
What are you trying to prove?
Where that confidence came from was a mystery. All he did know was that he pressed send before he could even look over it. A reply came almost immediately.
That mommy’s always right.
You’re a whore and always will be.
Actually, it serves you right to be pregnant.
But you don’t deserve his baby.
You don’t deserve anything.
Kibum could hear the clattering of the utensil drawer downstairs. He sat up, bouncing up and down on the bed. His hand trembled. But it was a total mystery and he needed to stop this person before it got out of hand. As if that hadn’t already happened.
Leave us alone.
Then, like clockwork, a response.
Oh, I would, really.
But this is just too delicious to pass up.
Hadn’t you seen the flock of girls and guys after you?
You’re a total magnet, but all things go… dull after a while, don’t they?
I’m going to make sure you burn in hell.
His throat tightened. He shouldn’t reply, it was just a stalker after all. Some lousy kids trying to scare him.
I’m not scared of you.
You should be.
Wanna know why?
Why?
I’m telling.
Kibum could have sworn his Adams apple bobbed to his stomach and back up to his brain like it was on a bungee jump. One last bleep sounded and he picked it up.
He’s coming for you~
Something far off made an rrr, rrr, rrr noise. In seconds he was shooed through time and space until he was staring at the insides of his eyelids.
He was just dreaming.
He checked the time on the blurry alarm. It was almost seven o’clock. Did Jonghyun wash the car yet? He skidded down the stairs and looked around. No one was there. The kitchen held a population of 1, which was just him. He looked over and out to the balcony, surely, the man was there. He was snuggled into a blanket reading a novel of some sort.
Kibum sneaked out. The cold wind whipped his scarf up into his face. He pulled it down, tucking it into his jacket. He settled onto the stone floor. It seemed like Jonghyun didn’t even notice him at all. Kibum frowned and tugged at the end of the elder’s jeans.
“You didn’t sleep with me… I was kinda scar-… you didn’t sleep when I did.” He mustered.
Jonghyun tilted his head down. He had rectangular reading glasses on. Kibum found that really appealing. The man put his book face down on his lap, bookmarking the page with his pointer finger.
“I never sleep with you.”
Kibum nodded. He wanted to sleep peacefully with the elder for once. It was really lonely up there sometimes. “But you could. I bet it’s cold at night.” Kibum’s eyes wandered to the plain white mug.
“Want one?” Jonghyun asked tiredly.
“It’s okay, hyung.”
Jonghyun smiled weakly as he brought his book back up. Kibum could see the title now. Top 500 baby names, it read in highlighter yellow.
“Baby names?” Kibum asked curiously. He shifted and moved up so he could see the page.
“Mmh…”
Kibum’s eyes flowered over the expansive pages of names. He pointed to one. “Taemin. I really like that one.”
“You think it’ll be a boy?”
This sounded corny. “I feel it.” Even though he didn’t feel anything physically yet. Heck, he hadn’t even really grown that much either.
“That’s a cute name, too. But if it turns out to be a girl, we should name her Isabella or… Minjung.”
“Like the actress?”
Jonghyun nodded. “Like the actress.”
There was a silence. “How did you like the dinner?” Jonghyun asked lightly.
What was to like? You know, except the food. “The restaurant was really nice.”
“What about Jessica noona, what do you think about her?”
“She’s really nice. I wish she was my sister.” He was then taken back to their car ride when she spilled all the childish secrets she held for Jonghyun. “You’re lucky, to have supportive parents.”
“You do too.”
Kibum shrugged. “We haven’t talked in forever… she kicked me out remember?”
“What?” Jonghyun closed the book in shock. “I thought you came here on your own will.”
“Uh… no, I… what?”
“You. She kicked you out?”
Kibum picked up a tuft of snowy grass and rubbed it between his fingers. “Yes.”
Jonghyun was sitting on the floor now. He had pulled the younger into a warm hug, washing the coldness of his tears away with small pecks. Kibum couldn’t feel anything. He felt dead. He wanted to scream everything out.
Aunt Jennifer, his mom, grades, school… Minho. He hadn’t even tried to text him yet. He will later.
“I thought I told you… but I guess I didn’t tell anyone.” He whimpered into the clothed shoulder.
Jonghyun could feel his own eyes prickle with tears. He looked at the boy for a while, vaguely nodding. He’d done this. It was all his fault for getting him kicked out. What if she didn’t want to do anything with them? What about the baby? The baby would want to know why it only had one grandma and grandpa.
The baby would want to know how they met.
But not only the baby, people would want to know. People at his school would ask who knocked him up. They would know. He would go to jail and not be able to help him.
Behind every lie there’s a lesson to learn.
How would Kibum do in school? When he actually started showing… would kids become curious? What if someone already knew about them?
“He’s… coming, Jjong, someone is coming for me.”
Jonghyun shot back to reality. He pulled Kibum back. “What did you say?” He was so miserably paranoid that he didn’t notice his first pet name.
“In my dream,” Kibum sniffed and wiped his tears. “A text said someone is coming for me. Someone knows.”
“Don’t.”
“What?”
“Don’t talk about it. Nobody is coming. We’re safe. Nobody knows.” Even though he was speaking to Kibum it seemed more like he was trying to assure himself.
Jonghyun gathered his book and mug in one arm and dragged Kibum into the heated loft. He felt Kibum’s pulse race under his thumb. He kept going. Once in the kitchen he set the cup down with the book next to it. He felt a relentless tug or rejection from the boy but he hurried up the stairs.
“Jjong wha - eh...” Kibum tripped on the last step.
“We need to talk. But not outside.”
Kibum watched Jonghyun lay on the bed. He laced his fingers over his stomach and stared up at the glow-in-the-dark starry ceiling. Kibum joined him awkwardly. Jonghyun took his hand and squeezed. Kibum took this chance to ask him the haunting question.
“Why don’t you ever touch me when we go out?”
Jonghyun trained his eyes straight up. “Remember that day at the café?”
“Yes.”
“And how those people thought you were my nephew?”
“So?”
Jonghyun turned to him. A corner of his plump lip was caught between his teeth. “Uncles and nephews don’t kiss. Being boys doesn’t make it any easier. I’m just being cautious, okay? I always want to touch you, hold your hand, kiss you in front of everyone, but I can’t. You see?”
“Because you raped me.” Kibum couldn’t believe he said that.
Stating the obvious had never been so terrifying. Kibum’s mouth went terribly dry. He could feel Jonghyun pull away from him. He instantly got up, as a reflex.
“I have to go.” He said urgently, picking his wallet up along with his new chiming cellphone.
“What? Where, where do you have to go?” Jonghyun questioned rationally.
“Somewhere. I can’t stay here tonight, I’m sorry.” Kibum’s head pounded.
The rape. That day. It all flooded back like a racing tsunami. He could feel the excruciating pain in his hole once again. His knuckles were paint white from gripping the edge of the desk as he bent over. He felt the blunt head of Jonghyun’s wet cock push into him. He could see his bright red face and Jonghyun hovering over him, thrusting with heavy pants over his soiled body.
He could feel how overly full he was at that time. The tears burned down his cheeks. The blinds were closed in that room, the door was locked tight, and the air was muggy and smelled like Expo markers. Everything built up in his penis, he didn’t want to, but he released. He came. Jonghyun pulled out. He was no longer a virgin.
“Kibum?” Jonghyun’s sickly sweet voice ran through his ear drums.
“What?”
“Are you okay?” The bed squeaked, signaling Jonghyun’s move off the bed. “I think, you need to lay down. Stay, I’ll get you some water.”
“No. I’m leaving.”
“You don’t have anywhere to go, Kibum. Please be reasonable.” The voice of authority had never been so worried before.
“Minho, I’m going to his house. He wanted me to.”
Jonghyun’s voice wavered,” When?”
“I… I just need to go, okay?” Kibum ran down the stairs, Jonghyun not too far away.
Jonghyun took his wrist back, hugging him tight. “Please don’t go… please, Kibum, I’m begging you.”
“Let me go… please, please let me go.” When he pulled away he saw something unreal cross Jonghyun’s face. He knew what it was. He remembered. Kibum said those exact words to him when he raped him.
He dropped his arms and Kibum ran out.
*
“Minho-ah, you’re home.” His mother called out. “Why are you home so late?”
“Sorry, I was practicing with dad.”
“The principal is finally coming down on you huh?”
“Yeah…” Minho scratched his head.
“Kibum is upstairs waiting for you.” She said nonchalantly.
“What was that?”
She chopped another carrot in half. “He’s upstairs.”
“Really?” Minho stomped up the stairs as quickly as his feet could carry him. The door swung open and he smiled.
“Minho.” It was barely a whisper.
“Kibum.” It was their own little greeting.
Minho couldn’t fathom his good luck when Kibum jumped off his bed and into his arms. His heart made its own little love song. Almost like the day he got up the courage at the school dance in middle school to ask Kibum to dance.
It was them four, Minho, Hara, Nicole, and Kibum. They were dancing to a fast pump of Britney Spear’s Oops I did it again. Each were holding a drink, fruit punch with a slight tinge of… mint? The big gym auditorium was crowded and the cool air just never seemed to blow past them. When the song faded there was clapping and then the DJ shouted out,” Couple dance, a song to melt the hearts of your loved ones.”
Kibum and Minho returned to the bleachers while Nicole found Jinwoon (her boyfriend at the time) and Hara found her cousin that chaperoned that night. It had to be at least twenty seconds into the song when Minho gave out a loud huff and grabbed Kibum’s hand possessively.
“I’m tired of sitting out.” He covered up. “Let’s just dance you and me. We’re best friends, anyway.”
Kibum laughed, lacing his fingers with his. “Sure, why not? I love you anyways.”
“I’m so sorry Minho. I didn’t mean to push you away, I-I really didn’t, it’s just that I had some stuff and I didn’t want to bother you but I ended up forgetting… and I know we made a promise and all to stay together as best friends and… and…” A tear plopped on Minho’s collarbone. “I’m just really sorry for coming to your house unexpected.”
“It’s alright. I forgive you.”
Kibum’s body shook. He tucked himself closer to Minho’s muscular chest, missing the warmth. Minho buried his head into the elder’s shoulder and breathed in the sweet scent of… vanilla.
“When did you start bathing in cookies?” he felt the body freeze beneath him. “I like it.”
Minho’s long fingers raked through his hair. He tilted his chin up and he kissed him. He kissed him softly, it was just lips. Kibum blinked at him, not knowing what to do. Minho gave him another sad smile. Their noses touched from pulling back. Suddenly Minho connected their lips again, except this time his mouth was open. Kibum felt his soft tongue graze hip bottom lip. In an act of spontaneity he opened his mouth too.
Kibum couldn’t even remember the last time Jonghyun had kissed him like this. And for a few seconds of rebellion, he liked it far much more. Minho stuck his hands under the band of Kibum’s jeans. He flinched but then relaxed and melted into a puddle of putty. Before he knew it, he was hoisted onto the bed and having his shirt yanked off. His jeans were gone too, quickly.
Minho put wet, messy kisses all over his chest. He sucked a nipple into his mouth and removed his mouth with a pop once there was a bright pink mark. He did the same for the other and Kibum threw his head back.
“You’re so sexy,” Minho cupped a hand over Kibum’s crotch. His fingers rubbed idly into the soft balls. The tip of his middle finger slid into the corner of his briefs and slid across the slick skin.
Kibum gasped. Not because of his hard-as-a-rock dick, but because of the bleep from his cellphone. He slid up against the puffy headboard, slapping away a hungry, animalistic Minho on the way to his crazy bleeping device.
One hit wonders never turn out well, Kibum.
We all know you’ve been a naughty twink.
Daddy does not approve.
You weren’t meant to be a fluffer.
P.S. Work on your gay slang, now would you?
His heart dropped. Even though he didn’t understand half of it he knew something was bound to happen. He wasn’t dreaming this time.
“What’s wrong?” Minho looked up.
Kibum swallowed. “I think we should just go to sleep, I’m actually really tired.” Somehow, Ol’Good and Faithful came back to him. He was cheating, and he knew it.
“Oh, okay then.” Minho moved to the side so Kibum was trapped under him anymore.
“I need to go to the bathroom.”
“Down the hall. Do you need pants to change into?” Kibum nodded and Minho pushed his hands in a drawer and threw it.
Kibum caught it before padding down the halls. Once he was into the bathroom safely he touched his phone. He sat down on the closed toilet seat and looked through his phonebook. He smiled a little and pressed onto Jonghyun’s number.
The device was cold to his ear. He waited for a few dials before he picked up.
“Hyung… I made it safely.” He said quietly.
“So you did. Have you decided when you would come back home?” He said home. Kibum had a strong urge to run back to said home. He wanted to smell cookies and Jonghyun’s imported cologne again.
“Soon.”
“I miss you already,” he sound tired. “I would really like it we talked it out.”
“Maybe later, I’m really tired.” He whispered.
“I’ll talk to you tomorrow, hunny?” he sounded desperate.
“Mmh...”
“Bye, smmochwa.” He made a kissy noise.
Kibum copied him with a smile. “Smmochwa, good night Jjongie.” I love you…
Jonghyun sung in the buttery voice, “Night, Kibummie.”
He hung up.
*
When Kibum returned to the room he saw that they had company. Good thing, too. Byul, Minho’s little sister, joined them in bed. She loved her big brother just as much as Kibum did times ten. She had adorable round eyes, button nose, and pink thin lips.
“Key oppa!” she exclaimed happily. Key was her own little nickname for him.
“Byul-ah… did you miss me?” he sat on the unoccupied side of the bed, sandwiching the girl between them.
She kicked her feet up. “Yes! Did you bring presents?”
“Um… well, you see-“
“Byul-ah, he got the cookies downstairs.”
“Oh? They were really good. Thank you!”
Minho smiled thoughtfully and he opened the story book. They all got comfortable under the soft duvet. Kibum rested his head on a pillow and closed his eyes. He always loved hearing the deep voice of his friend. It always seemed to calm him, put him to sleep, even under a magical spell. But he actually felt like he was under a spell, one he didn’t agree to.
A/N: THIS IS A PRACTICE. THE REAL CHAPTER IS BEING WORKED ON. I JUST FOUND OUT THAT THIS CHAPTER IS KIND OF... HODGE-PODGEY. DO NOT REGARD THIS CHAPTER FOR THE ACTUAL FIC... THANKS.