I Like to Dance
Title: I Like to Dance
Pairing: Jonghyun/Key
Genre: Vignette
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Loving Kibum -or whatever it is Jonghyun's doing- is like watching him dance; it messes with your head in far more ways than you'd think.
A/N: Based on this prompt by mei_zi :3 Hope I did it justice! Enjoy :D
Loving Kibum -or whatever it is Jonghyun's doing- is like watching him dance; it messes with your head in far more ways than you'd think.
It distracts, worries and confuses him, and it has been since the first month Kibum spent in his life. When Jonghyun wonders what it is that makes everything so different, he only ends up uncertainly believing it's Kibum's complexity. His excitement, his spark, his attitude. For the most part, it doesn't happen on purpose, from what he's gathered, but it still poses a threat to his sanity.
i.
Because when Kibum appears out of nowhere, Jonghyun's lyrics notebook in his hands and his eyebrows risen, Jonghyun can only watch speechlessly from his spot on the couch.
"This is surprisingly good, Jonghyun," he notes teasingly before sitting on the armrest, his back to Jonghyun. With his eyes still focused on the words, reading line upon line, he doesn't do much to keep any conversation going.
Craning his neck, Jonghyun can see Kibum's fingers splay over the pages. He can read his own lyrics on Kibum's lips, and the feeling makes his ribcage heat up. "Glad to have your approval," he snaps out of it a few seconds later and reaches forward. "Let it be, though," he manages, taking hold of the notebook and tugging it out of Kibum's hands, expertly avoiding the other's fingers.
"Aw, I won't judge your spelling mistakes!" he says, now empty-handed, and the smile on his lips is playful, because that's the way Kibum is.
Jonghyun rolls his eyes for effect and pushes at the centre of Kibum's back. "Shut up," he says, taking care so that his tone is just as offended as it should be and gets off the couch, notebook in both of his hands. "You weren't supposed to have access to this, anyway," he mumbles while walking back to his room.
Opening his drawer, the only thing he can do is sigh when Kibum picks on him again, shouting from the other side of the house, "Why, Jonghyun, are they for your girlfriend?"
ii.
When Kibum doesn't tease in good fun, though, it's worse. It's worse, because he taunts Jonghyun without even trying, and the latter feels like he's losing an even bigger battle.
It's worse, because Jonghyun finds himself in trouble by simply watching Kibum dance.
Because there really is something about the way he moves, snaps, and feels the beat. It's something beyond being professional about it, and more about being passionate. And Jonghyun feels it, he really does.
His fingertips tingle, his lips dry up, and when Kibum's eyes, on occasion, connect with his, he feels his muscles burn and ache for movement.
He doesn't know if it's just him or whether the others feel like that too, but he secretly hopes they don't.
iii.
The most disastrous case, though? It's when Kibum does both.
Jonghyun still can't decide if Kibum does all of this consciously, but he surely knows it will steadily drive him mad. Especially if it happens at times he's the least prepared.
He gets the hint that something is off as soon as he hears a couple of sighs. His ears pick up the sound of footsteps behind him, but his brain is way too focused on getting coffee to allow him to get distracted. The only thing he perceives is mugs being lifted off the table behind him and the other three leaving the kitchen. Another presence is still there, though, and it makes itself bold by making sure to brush against his back.
As he's over-sugaring his coffee -and it is much more difficult than it sounds- he unluckily doesn't fail to notice everything going on beside him; Kibum, ever so vibrant and alive, buzzing and radiating restlessness. The tinny music that escapes his earbuds reaches Jonghyun, and the latter wonders how Kibum's hearing can still be perfectly functional, what with all the music-on-the-max business going on.
"Good morning!" Kibum greets, maybe a bit too cheerfully, and seemingly misses Jonghyun's mumbled reply. "I said," he says slowly, leaning in as if he owns Jonghyun, "good morning" and the words brush against the other's ear, all-too-cliche shivers running down Jonghyun's spine.
He jerks at that -the proximity, the sensation, the thoughts-, and grains of sugar go flying off his spoon and all over the countertop. He makes himself wonder why he's like this.
"Exercise wakes you up better than coffee, just so you know," Kibum then informs him as if nothing's going on inside Jonghyun, and his voice is a bit louder than necessary, probably because he can't hear a damn thing with those earbuds of his. Jonghyun tries not to pay attention.
"Mhm," he nods dismissively, knowing Kibum won't be able to listen.
And that's when Kibum's hip bumps into his, making him lose his stability, physical and mental alike. Jonghyun gives up on making coffee altogether. "Want to share?" Kibum proposes, taking one earbud out and offering it to Jonghyun. He's lightly moving, his foot tapping against the ground and his spine softly bending to the rhythm coming out of the earphones. He may as well be the only person Jonghyun knows that can look like he's dancing when he's barely standing.
"I'll pass," is all Jonghyun says, seriously mad at his lack of courage. He can feel Kibum reading his eyes and analysing his stance, but he doesn't really care to fix anything, while grabbing his failed mug of coffee and heading to the living room in defeat.
He can excuse himself, just this one morning.
iv.
Maybe, though, Jonghyun doesn't really mind it sometimes. Maybe it's all cool with him those few moments music manages to take him away along with Kibum.
When the spotlights are flashing on everyone but shining on Kibum, when bands and solo artists "celebrate" the end of another music show. When Jonghyun doesn't give a damn about the lack of distance between the two of them.
Don't make me wrap your hand around me, Kibum may whisper in his ear at any random moment, and Jonghyun won't fail to listen and comply. His fingers may close around Kibum's waist, and his head may lean into Kibum. Kibum, in turn, may even tease him to get closer. Their torsos may grind more than needed, their legs may get entangled and their skin may get hotter in the places they connect. That would surprisingly be more than welcome to Jonghyun.
The cameras could be rolling, and people all around could be noticing, but Jonghyun wouldn't care, because he wouldn't be passive. He wouldn't be a spectator, but a participant. Kibum would be dancing with him, and Jonghyun would be making the best out of it.
And then, maybe, backstage, long after the lights are off and the speakers stop booming, maybe the adrenaline would still be running in their veins.
And maybe, Kibum would urge Jonghyun to feel the excitement; keep the music going, somehow.
In that case, there would be a chance that the confusion would be washed away. In a spur of the moment, Kibum would kiss him, Jonghyun would draw back to look at him, then grab him once again only to pin him against the nearest wall. Somewhere hidden, yet wherever convenient.
Perhaps, that would clear things up, and Jonghyun wouldn't feel like being attacked every time Kibum would dance or look drop-dead gorgeous.
Perhaps, loving Kibum -or whatever it is Jonghyun's doing- wouldn't mess with his head. Not as much as it usually does, anyway.
Pairing: Jonghyun/Key
Genre: Vignette
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Loving Kibum -or whatever it is Jonghyun's doing- is like watching him dance; it messes with your head in far more ways than you'd think.
A/N: Based on this prompt by mei_zi :3 Hope I did it justice! Enjoy :D
Loving Kibum -or whatever it is Jonghyun's doing- is like watching him dance; it messes with your head in far more ways than you'd think.
It distracts, worries and confuses him, and it has been since the first month Kibum spent in his life. When Jonghyun wonders what it is that makes everything so different, he only ends up uncertainly believing it's Kibum's complexity. His excitement, his spark, his attitude. For the most part, it doesn't happen on purpose, from what he's gathered, but it still poses a threat to his sanity.
i.
Because when Kibum appears out of nowhere, Jonghyun's lyrics notebook in his hands and his eyebrows risen, Jonghyun can only watch speechlessly from his spot on the couch.
"This is surprisingly good, Jonghyun," he notes teasingly before sitting on the armrest, his back to Jonghyun. With his eyes still focused on the words, reading line upon line, he doesn't do much to keep any conversation going.
Craning his neck, Jonghyun can see Kibum's fingers splay over the pages. He can read his own lyrics on Kibum's lips, and the feeling makes his ribcage heat up. "Glad to have your approval," he snaps out of it a few seconds later and reaches forward. "Let it be, though," he manages, taking hold of the notebook and tugging it out of Kibum's hands, expertly avoiding the other's fingers.
"Aw, I won't judge your spelling mistakes!" he says, now empty-handed, and the smile on his lips is playful, because that's the way Kibum is.
Jonghyun rolls his eyes for effect and pushes at the centre of Kibum's back. "Shut up," he says, taking care so that his tone is just as offended as it should be and gets off the couch, notebook in both of his hands. "You weren't supposed to have access to this, anyway," he mumbles while walking back to his room.
Opening his drawer, the only thing he can do is sigh when Kibum picks on him again, shouting from the other side of the house, "Why, Jonghyun, are they for your girlfriend?"
ii.
When Kibum doesn't tease in good fun, though, it's worse. It's worse, because he taunts Jonghyun without even trying, and the latter feels like he's losing an even bigger battle.
It's worse, because Jonghyun finds himself in trouble by simply watching Kibum dance.
Because there really is something about the way he moves, snaps, and feels the beat. It's something beyond being professional about it, and more about being passionate. And Jonghyun feels it, he really does.
His fingertips tingle, his lips dry up, and when Kibum's eyes, on occasion, connect with his, he feels his muscles burn and ache for movement.
He doesn't know if it's just him or whether the others feel like that too, but he secretly hopes they don't.
iii.
The most disastrous case, though? It's when Kibum does both.
Jonghyun still can't decide if Kibum does all of this consciously, but he surely knows it will steadily drive him mad. Especially if it happens at times he's the least prepared.
He gets the hint that something is off as soon as he hears a couple of sighs. His ears pick up the sound of footsteps behind him, but his brain is way too focused on getting coffee to allow him to get distracted. The only thing he perceives is mugs being lifted off the table behind him and the other three leaving the kitchen. Another presence is still there, though, and it makes itself bold by making sure to brush against his back.
As he's over-sugaring his coffee -and it is much more difficult than it sounds- he unluckily doesn't fail to notice everything going on beside him; Kibum, ever so vibrant and alive, buzzing and radiating restlessness. The tinny music that escapes his earbuds reaches Jonghyun, and the latter wonders how Kibum's hearing can still be perfectly functional, what with all the music-on-the-max business going on.
"Good morning!" Kibum greets, maybe a bit too cheerfully, and seemingly misses Jonghyun's mumbled reply. "I said," he says slowly, leaning in as if he owns Jonghyun, "good morning" and the words brush against the other's ear, all-too-cliche shivers running down Jonghyun's spine.
He jerks at that -the proximity, the sensation, the thoughts-, and grains of sugar go flying off his spoon and all over the countertop. He makes himself wonder why he's like this.
"Exercise wakes you up better than coffee, just so you know," Kibum then informs him as if nothing's going on inside Jonghyun, and his voice is a bit louder than necessary, probably because he can't hear a damn thing with those earbuds of his. Jonghyun tries not to pay attention.
"Mhm," he nods dismissively, knowing Kibum won't be able to listen.
And that's when Kibum's hip bumps into his, making him lose his stability, physical and mental alike. Jonghyun gives up on making coffee altogether. "Want to share?" Kibum proposes, taking one earbud out and offering it to Jonghyun. He's lightly moving, his foot tapping against the ground and his spine softly bending to the rhythm coming out of the earphones. He may as well be the only person Jonghyun knows that can look like he's dancing when he's barely standing.
"I'll pass," is all Jonghyun says, seriously mad at his lack of courage. He can feel Kibum reading his eyes and analysing his stance, but he doesn't really care to fix anything, while grabbing his failed mug of coffee and heading to the living room in defeat.
He can excuse himself, just this one morning.
iv.
Maybe, though, Jonghyun doesn't really mind it sometimes. Maybe it's all cool with him those few moments music manages to take him away along with Kibum.
When the spotlights are flashing on everyone but shining on Kibum, when bands and solo artists "celebrate" the end of another music show. When Jonghyun doesn't give a damn about the lack of distance between the two of them.
Don't make me wrap your hand around me, Kibum may whisper in his ear at any random moment, and Jonghyun won't fail to listen and comply. His fingers may close around Kibum's waist, and his head may lean into Kibum. Kibum, in turn, may even tease him to get closer. Their torsos may grind more than needed, their legs may get entangled and their skin may get hotter in the places they connect. That would surprisingly be more than welcome to Jonghyun.
The cameras could be rolling, and people all around could be noticing, but Jonghyun wouldn't care, because he wouldn't be passive. He wouldn't be a spectator, but a participant. Kibum would be dancing with him, and Jonghyun would be making the best out of it.
And then, maybe, backstage, long after the lights are off and the speakers stop booming, maybe the adrenaline would still be running in their veins.
And maybe, Kibum would urge Jonghyun to feel the excitement; keep the music going, somehow.
In that case, there would be a chance that the confusion would be washed away. In a spur of the moment, Kibum would kiss him, Jonghyun would draw back to look at him, then grab him once again only to pin him against the nearest wall. Somewhere hidden, yet wherever convenient.
Perhaps, that would clear things up, and Jonghyun wouldn't feel like being attacked every time Kibum would dance or look drop-dead gorgeous.
Perhaps, loving Kibum -or whatever it is Jonghyun's doing- wouldn't mess with his head. Not as much as it usually does, anyway.