Story: Seven Days
Title: Seven Days - Day 1
Jonghyun/Key ; PG - NC-17
Usually, he’d give in to Kibum’s suggestions, wants, needs, and just about anything in between because well, Jonghyun loved him that much.
It was over a pizza dinner at home and watching a movie on demand when Kibum casually brought up the fact he wanted his parents to meet Jonghyun. At first, Jonghyun didn’t know what to say. He never heard Kibum once talk about his parents. Let alone, mention them in a single conversation.
But, the older boy agreed to it anyways and continued to munch on pizza which oddly went cold
Day One:
Jonghyun didn’t expect to be greeted with a gun towards the crotch of his jeans. Kibum just laughed, but he didn’t think it was funny, not one bit.
As soon as the front door of Kibum’s childhood house opened, his father, who looks like your usual older man clothed in a polo and slacks, white hairs on his head here and there with general aging wrinkles upon his face. But the gun, seemed rather out of place.
Mr. Kim just cocked the shotgun and brought the head of the gun closer, as if he was ready to just blow the gun towards Jonghyun’s general direction. Still south, of course.
“Kim Jonghyun. You’re shorter than I imagined. How the Hell did my son end up with a piece of work such as yourself?” He clicked his tongue, glaring at Jonghyun with icy brown eyes.
“I-I d-don’t k-know sir--”
“That wasn’t a question meant to be answered, boy.” He retorted, slowly pulling the gun away. He changed his direction towards his son and his facial expression took a wild turn.
“My son! Papa has missed you so much! Give your old man a hug!” He chortled, embracing his son with a heart-warming hug, smiling. Kibum just laughed as he glanced at his boyfriend hyperventilate from the shock.
He’s probably not used to being greeted by rifles, Kibum thought.
---
After being greeted by Kibum’s psychotic father, Jonghyun was forced upon his will to be dragged to the basement and into a rather dark room, while he was handcuffed to a chair.
Wires with sticky pads were being slapped on his skin. More than likely, Kibum’s father probably worked with the government because well, Jonghyun found himself to tested with a lie detector.
Apparently, it was time for Q n’ A.
Mr. Kim sighed and sat himself onto a wooden chair across from Jonghyun and turned the contraption on. He asked Jonghyun a series of questions that varied from his family history down to the gritty details of his sex life.
Jonghyun couldn’t help but lie (to certain questions). But it was a lie detector test and every little bit of emotion, movement and whatnot is caught. Already it’s been thirty minutes since the boy set foot into Kibum’s parent’s house and lie detectors are involved.
“So, Jonghyun have you had sex with Kibum yet?”
He had to ask this question. It was crucial.
But Jonghyun couldn’t help but find his mouth feeling a tad bit dry. “Uh…”
“Boy, be honest to me.” His voice was monotone and lifeless, but at the same time, it sounded a lot like a threat.
“N-N-No s-sir…” Jonghyun couldn’t help but stare at the paper slowly rolling as the lines that scratched the paper, telling Mr. Kim something quite different.
---
Jonghyun swallowed what was left of his himself as he wobbled out of the basement and into the kitchen. Out of pure luck of finding Kibum there, helping who he assumed was Mrs. Kim cook dinner. He was a nervous wreck after the so called, ‘Q n’ A’ and he fell right into Kibum’s back, wrapping his arms lifelessly around his hips as he mouthed, ‘help me’ to Kibum.
“Oh, Jjong, meet my mama! She isn’t as scary as father is, don’t worry!” Kibum smiled as he chopped green onions. He didn’t turn towards his boyfriend, but patted his hands with a free hand and continued to chop. Jonghyun weakly faced the direction of Mrs. Kim and smiled, warily.
“N-Nice to meet you, Mrs. Kim…” Jonghyun let his grip go and bowed. He wanted to at least give Kibum’s mother a good impression.
“Oh so you’re my baby’s boyfriend! It’s a pleasure to meet you Jonghyun. Oh my, you’re quite a handsome young boy aren’t you?”
Jonghyun figured he liked Mrs. Kim better.
“Kibum has told me so much about you, it’s rather overwhelming really. So many good things!”
He liked Mrs. Kim a whole lot more.
“But you’re so short, my darling! However do you please my baby boy with your height?”
On second thought, maybe not as much.
Kibum accidentally whipped his knife at his mother, missing her by a good foot, catching both the attention of his mother and boyfriend. He giggled with a shy smile and blushed. “My hand slipped, but I finished chopping the green onions, mama!”
Jonghyun felt his innards slosh around, not knowing what to feel exactly.
----
Dinner wasn’t as odd as it seemed. Besides Mr. Kim carrying the rifle along with him as he followed Jonghyun; it really wasn’t that bad.
“So, when did you two meet, Kibummie?” Mrs. Kim smiled at her son, sipping her drink.
“Aah…it was at school, mama. Jonghyun…was one of the tutors for that after school program you know? Like if you needed help on any subject? He’s brilliant at English.” Kibum picked at his rice with his spoon and decided to go for the greens first.
“Oh, that sounds wonderful,” Mrs. Kim nodded her head at the short male. Jonghyun just politely smiled and ate a spoonful of rice.
Mr. Kim just cleared his throat, gripping his gun, making Jonghyun straighten out his back, stifling his movements, even his chewing became cautious. He wondered if breathing erratically was allowed.
Furrowing his eyebrows, Kibum frowned at his father. “Papa, if you insist on killing Jonghyun before dinner ends, you might as well kill me instead.”
“My darling boy, you’re my son. Your boyfriend isn’t. I should be able to do as I please since I’ve graciously offered my home to him, and even let you two sleep together--in your old bedroom,” Mr. Kim cracked his knuckles and cleared his throat again. “I hope no hanky-panky happens in that bedroom.”
And he finally dropped the grip of the gun to take a sip of his soup. From that point, Jonghyun realized how protective Kibum’s father was, even if it was to a dangerous extent.
He couldn’t have helped but assume that Mr. Kim treated his son more like a daughter--his princess.
---
Right after dinner, Kibum had been able to yank himself and Jonghyun away from his parents, sneaking him into his old bedroom which oddly smelled like pretty and was completely organized.
“JJong. I congratulate you in surviving the day with my parents.” Kibum couldn’t help but bite his lower lip as giggles slipped. Jonghyun only gave an exhausted sigh and found himself hugging Kibum, realizing that they’re actually alone. With no Mr. Kim to point is shiny rifle or cracking his knuckles.
“I feel extremely accomplished.” He weakly chuckled, glancing around to see if Kibum’s father was anywhere insight before planting a kiss upon tender lips. For some reason, just touching Kibum’s lips felt like a reward for surviving parental meeting Hell; Part Day. He wanted to touch the same lips he always had kissed and roam his hands in places in appropriate to tell. But he only felt a chain of restraint, just keeping it to the kisses which were mild and gentle.
But, it made Jonghyun wonder if Mr. Kim would go as far as installing video cameras into his own son’s bedroom but before heading off to bed with Kibum later that night, Mr. Kim announced to the couple that he indeed installed video cameras, just to make sure nothing really happened. It wasn’t that he didn’t trust Kibum, he explained, he just didn’t trust his boyfriend (which totally killed Jonghyun’s plans for the night, because being watched by someone other than God is rather creepy already).
The video cameras was enough to convince Jonghyun that he would have a hard time getting Kibum’s father to like him to a certain degree, even if it meant holding sex off for an entire week.
Jonghyun/Key ; PG - NC-17
Usually, he’d give in to Kibum’s suggestions, wants, needs, and just about anything in between because well, Jonghyun loved him that much.
It was over a pizza dinner at home and watching a movie on demand when Kibum casually brought up the fact he wanted his parents to meet Jonghyun. At first, Jonghyun didn’t know what to say. He never heard Kibum once talk about his parents. Let alone, mention them in a single conversation.
But, the older boy agreed to it anyways and continued to munch on pizza which oddly went cold
Day One:
Jonghyun didn’t expect to be greeted with a gun towards the crotch of his jeans. Kibum just laughed, but he didn’t think it was funny, not one bit.
As soon as the front door of Kibum’s childhood house opened, his father, who looks like your usual older man clothed in a polo and slacks, white hairs on his head here and there with general aging wrinkles upon his face. But the gun, seemed rather out of place.
Mr. Kim just cocked the shotgun and brought the head of the gun closer, as if he was ready to just blow the gun towards Jonghyun’s general direction. Still south, of course.
“Kim Jonghyun. You’re shorter than I imagined. How the Hell did my son end up with a piece of work such as yourself?” He clicked his tongue, glaring at Jonghyun with icy brown eyes.
“I-I d-don’t k-know sir--”
“That wasn’t a question meant to be answered, boy.” He retorted, slowly pulling the gun away. He changed his direction towards his son and his facial expression took a wild turn.
“My son! Papa has missed you so much! Give your old man a hug!” He chortled, embracing his son with a heart-warming hug, smiling. Kibum just laughed as he glanced at his boyfriend hyperventilate from the shock.
He’s probably not used to being greeted by rifles, Kibum thought.
---
After being greeted by Kibum’s psychotic father, Jonghyun was forced upon his will to be dragged to the basement and into a rather dark room, while he was handcuffed to a chair.
Wires with sticky pads were being slapped on his skin. More than likely, Kibum’s father probably worked with the government because well, Jonghyun found himself to tested with a lie detector.
Apparently, it was time for Q n’ A.
Mr. Kim sighed and sat himself onto a wooden chair across from Jonghyun and turned the contraption on. He asked Jonghyun a series of questions that varied from his family history down to the gritty details of his sex life.
Jonghyun couldn’t help but lie (to certain questions). But it was a lie detector test and every little bit of emotion, movement and whatnot is caught. Already it’s been thirty minutes since the boy set foot into Kibum’s parent’s house and lie detectors are involved.
“So, Jonghyun have you had sex with Kibum yet?”
He had to ask this question. It was crucial.
But Jonghyun couldn’t help but find his mouth feeling a tad bit dry. “Uh…”
“Boy, be honest to me.” His voice was monotone and lifeless, but at the same time, it sounded a lot like a threat.
“N-N-No s-sir…” Jonghyun couldn’t help but stare at the paper slowly rolling as the lines that scratched the paper, telling Mr. Kim something quite different.
---
Jonghyun swallowed what was left of his himself as he wobbled out of the basement and into the kitchen. Out of pure luck of finding Kibum there, helping who he assumed was Mrs. Kim cook dinner. He was a nervous wreck after the so called, ‘Q n’ A’ and he fell right into Kibum’s back, wrapping his arms lifelessly around his hips as he mouthed, ‘help me’ to Kibum.
“Oh, Jjong, meet my mama! She isn’t as scary as father is, don’t worry!” Kibum smiled as he chopped green onions. He didn’t turn towards his boyfriend, but patted his hands with a free hand and continued to chop. Jonghyun weakly faced the direction of Mrs. Kim and smiled, warily.
“N-Nice to meet you, Mrs. Kim…” Jonghyun let his grip go and bowed. He wanted to at least give Kibum’s mother a good impression.
“Oh so you’re my baby’s boyfriend! It’s a pleasure to meet you Jonghyun. Oh my, you’re quite a handsome young boy aren’t you?”
Jonghyun figured he liked Mrs. Kim better.
“Kibum has told me so much about you, it’s rather overwhelming really. So many good things!”
He liked Mrs. Kim a whole lot more.
“But you’re so short, my darling! However do you please my baby boy with your height?”
On second thought, maybe not as much.
Kibum accidentally whipped his knife at his mother, missing her by a good foot, catching both the attention of his mother and boyfriend. He giggled with a shy smile and blushed. “My hand slipped, but I finished chopping the green onions, mama!”
Jonghyun felt his innards slosh around, not knowing what to feel exactly.
----
Dinner wasn’t as odd as it seemed. Besides Mr. Kim carrying the rifle along with him as he followed Jonghyun; it really wasn’t that bad.
“So, when did you two meet, Kibummie?” Mrs. Kim smiled at her son, sipping her drink.
“Aah…it was at school, mama. Jonghyun…was one of the tutors for that after school program you know? Like if you needed help on any subject? He’s brilliant at English.” Kibum picked at his rice with his spoon and decided to go for the greens first.
“Oh, that sounds wonderful,” Mrs. Kim nodded her head at the short male. Jonghyun just politely smiled and ate a spoonful of rice.
Mr. Kim just cleared his throat, gripping his gun, making Jonghyun straighten out his back, stifling his movements, even his chewing became cautious. He wondered if breathing erratically was allowed.
Furrowing his eyebrows, Kibum frowned at his father. “Papa, if you insist on killing Jonghyun before dinner ends, you might as well kill me instead.”
“My darling boy, you’re my son. Your boyfriend isn’t. I should be able to do as I please since I’ve graciously offered my home to him, and even let you two sleep together--in your old bedroom,” Mr. Kim cracked his knuckles and cleared his throat again. “I hope no hanky-panky happens in that bedroom.”
And he finally dropped the grip of the gun to take a sip of his soup. From that point, Jonghyun realized how protective Kibum’s father was, even if it was to a dangerous extent.
He couldn’t have helped but assume that Mr. Kim treated his son more like a daughter--his princess.
---
Right after dinner, Kibum had been able to yank himself and Jonghyun away from his parents, sneaking him into his old bedroom which oddly smelled like pretty and was completely organized.
“JJong. I congratulate you in surviving the day with my parents.” Kibum couldn’t help but bite his lower lip as giggles slipped. Jonghyun only gave an exhausted sigh and found himself hugging Kibum, realizing that they’re actually alone. With no Mr. Kim to point is shiny rifle or cracking his knuckles.
“I feel extremely accomplished.” He weakly chuckled, glancing around to see if Kibum’s father was anywhere insight before planting a kiss upon tender lips. For some reason, just touching Kibum’s lips felt like a reward for surviving parental meeting Hell; Part Day. He wanted to touch the same lips he always had kissed and roam his hands in places in appropriate to tell. But he only felt a chain of restraint, just keeping it to the kisses which were mild and gentle.
But, it made Jonghyun wonder if Mr. Kim would go as far as installing video cameras into his own son’s bedroom but before heading off to bed with Kibum later that night, Mr. Kim announced to the couple that he indeed installed video cameras, just to make sure nothing really happened. It wasn’t that he didn’t trust Kibum, he explained, he just didn’t trust his boyfriend (which totally killed Jonghyun’s plans for the night, because being watched by someone other than God is rather creepy already).
The video cameras was enough to convince Jonghyun that he would have a hard time getting Kibum’s father to like him to a certain degree, even if it meant holding sex off for an entire week.