TAT (8/?)
8
Snowmen, Yoona, and jealousy, oh my!
The snowflakes fell slowly, elegantly, onto the ground. The wind was subtle and made little disturbance to the snow that was collecting on the windowsill.
“Key?”
Kibum switched his view onto Yoona and gave a small smirk. “Yeah?”
“I think we should get this movie done before you completely blank out.”
“You’re totally right, Yoon. But all we have left is the paper, so, I’ll do that. You can go home now, if you want.”
She gathered her stuff up excitedly and placed the work neatly in her folders; color coordinated. She pulled herself off the floor and leaned over. She gave him a quick kiss on the cheek and grabbed onto his hand.
“See me out.”
He followed, laughing to her immature impersonations the whole way down. He took her pink earmuffs off the stand and popped it on over her ponytail. She smiled and opened the door.
“Bye!”
“Call me when you get home. I want to make sure the pedobears don’t snatch you.”
“Of course mom. See you… next weekend?”
Kibum looked across the street, meeting a heated glare. He choked. “Maybe. Have fun at your cheer practice!” he watched her wave and exit onto the sidewalk, halfway to her gate.
Jonghyun was closer now, running across the snowy pavement. He kicked his sneakers on the side of Kibum’s house and stepped inside. He left his long sleeved shirt, pajama pants, and Nike socks on. He shivered a little and made his way up the stairs.
He went into the warm covers and tried to put some sense into his mind; because, he’s waited and watched outside for about twenty minutes, not wanting to even go near the girl.
“You’re a busy man,” Jonghyun greeted icily. “Taemin told me-scratch that, he told everyone about your hooky. You two must’ve had a helluva day, hmm?”
Kibum shifted uncomfortable in his chair. Was he ready to tell him? He wasn’t so sure anymore. Was he ready for this… a relationship with his first love? Was Jonghyun ready?
“Yeah, I taught him a few things and he got it pretty quick. I love teaching that kid.”
Jonghyun bit his lip. “Are you doing that on purpose?”
“What?”
“Are you trying to make me mad?”
“Wh-No! I just… you asked how our day was and I told you. What’s your problem today? You’re acting all… Hyun-ish!”
He scoffed. “Hyun-ish? Nice, real nice. And what about you? How many people do you have over your house, no, how many girls do you have over?”
“You’re being really unfair right now. Don’t act like you haven’t had any girls at your house. I’m pretty sure you’ve had a bunch!”
“Not one. I’m telling the truth. Jess hasn’t even stepped into my house before.”
Kibum felt the rock roll down into the pit of his stomach. “Oh. I-I’m sorry, Hyun, I didn’t mean to yell at you.” He glanced out the window. “Want to make a snowman?”
“Not really.” He answered with a sullen voice, sending the guilt train all through Kibum’s spine.
Kibum sat on the floor next to the bed since it was occupied. He took the lazy hand in his and kissed it lightly. He heard him shift and next thing he knew, large saucers were looking down, brimming with tears. His mouth was agape for a few seconds before he climbed next to him.
“I’m sorry, really! Please don’t cry, Hyun!” he patted the back that was facing him as he felt the elder’s body jerk and spasm.
“You’re killing me here, you know that?” Jonghyun inhaled enough air to fill his lungs and he exhaled slowly. “Taemin, Yoona, Seohyun, hell, even Minho. When will it be my time?”
Jonghyun turned around to face him. Kibum stayed quiet and that was enough silence to go on. “Do you know how hard it is to stay by myself thinking about when you’ll pick me? I want to get over you, move on, find a girlfriend, and have a normal life! But I can’t, because of YOU! I love you to death and I-I don’t even know what to do with myself. I hurt myself in this position. Sometimes I just want to rip my heart out because I can’t stand it, I just… I want you, I want you so bad, but I can’t take you away. Everybody wants you, and you just are a freaking crowd pleaser! You don’t know where your limits are, you forget things easily, and you forget me easily!”
Damn, I screwed up bad this time, Kibum was astonished. He tried to pull Jonghyun into a hug but his hands were swatted away. Kibum couldn’t help but think if they would fight this much if they were official.
Kibum felt his concern rise. “What was that for?”
“What?” he retorted. “It’s not like you care about me anymore Mr. Hot pockets! Stupid girls surrounding your every step, our best friends oogling over you, your stupid club shit. URGGGGNH!”
Kibum let a low sigh take over and he scowled. He had no idea how to handle this situation and he didn’t like that. He snaked his arm around Jonghyun and laid him down on the pillow. He kissed the jutting bone-collarbone-first. He made sure each kiss was full of care and love. He made it slow, savoring the taste in every other tongue swipe across the darker skin.
“It’ll never happen again, you’re more important to me, Hyun.” He murmured between kisses. He could feel the tears on his top lip as he dragged upwards. Once he reached the top after kissing his chin he waited. He leaned in, inhaling the minty fresh gum, feeling the prickly hot air on his face. He was so close. But Jonghyun turned his head again, making the deep meaning plunge into his cheek.
Kibum pulled back, going to the edge of his bed, astonished. “You… you don’t want me kissing you anymore?”
“You make it sound bad.”
“Well, how do you make it sound good?”
“I don’t know, this is just one of those times, y’know?” Jonghyun sat up, eyes droopy with depression.
Kibum felt his heart shattering,” How so?”
“Don’t play it safe, Kibum, I think you know exactly what I’m talking about.” He glanced at the clock on the side of his vanity and pounced up,” Time to go help Minho with the party. Coming?”
“Y-yeah…”
*
Taemin kicked around a pink balloon. He was lying upside down on Minho’s sofa watching him pour chips into a large bowl. He dressed to impress Kibum. Although, let’s note that he doesn’t like gays-or after tonight… didn’t.
Ding Dong!
Taemin raced to the door. He basically trampled over Jonghyun to climb onto Kibum. He didn’t see the look Jonghyun gave him, he’s lucky. They made their way into the house and Kibum ran up the stairs to help blow up more balloons.
Kibum stopped halfway up, his heels stuck in between the spaces of the railing. “Minho! No Yuri today? I would think your step sissy would chaperone.”
“Nah, she’s too cool. She’s having a sleepover at some of her friends’ house.”
“Okay then, see you in a bit birthday boy!”
Jonghyun padded into the kitchen and took an individual bag of Lays and crunched it between his hands. It popped.
“Ouch. I’d hate to be that bag.” Minho mumbled. He washed his hands, and wiped them in a napkin. “You know, I’m sure that you’re really mad right now, but once the party starts you’ll forget all about it. I saved you guys my parent’s bedroom; I wouldn’t want anyone doing anything nasty in there.”
“Gee, thanks.”
“Really, if you want to talk about it… you still have me. You don’t need Jinki here to spill.” And he was right on. Jinki used to be Jonghyun’s ultimate confident, but once he went to Korea and planned to stay there Jonghyun hasn’t spilled much since. But he wasn’t ready to put all of his secrets in anyone just yet.
“I know. Hey, no need for therapy, happy birthday Minho!”
“Thanks. Why don’t you go help blow up those balloons. Everything is already done.” And with one last slap to the back Minho was gone.
The night was filled with loud, thumping music and the repetitive sound of the doorbell ringing along with the melody of people saying ‘hey’. Jonghyun, Kibum, Taemin, Jessica, and Yoona were in Minho’s parent’s bedroom, enjoying their VIP section.
Once Taemin finished the glass bottle of soda he put it on the floor and it all started.
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Want to finish this series soon.
I have a new series starting about purity rings and JongKey... exciting.