A Walk in the Rain
Title: A Walk in the Rain
Pairing: Jongkey
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 338
A/N: my dad's watching a weird french movie on some streaming site and it's slowing the internet connection. i feel like tearing the MioBox apart. ); /edit. thanks to jecca_o9 for pointing out some of my errors. ♥
“Jjong, I’m not bitching but shouldn’t we head back now? It’s drizzling and cold and I think we’ve done enough walking to burn off what we ate just now. I know the rain triggered your romantic cells but look at us, look at me, our hair is going to be damp and flat in less than ten minutes. Not like our hair’s not damaged enough. The rain is going to get bigger and we’re going to be soaked and I would have to handwash this shirt. I only agreed to come out because I believe a stroll after a meal is good for digestion. But if we don’t go back now, we’re going to fall sick and that’s not good for anyone. I know this stroll in the rain thing is one of those epic moments you romanticists worship but trust me, these things always look better in your head. And really, I’m not bitching.” Kibum rubs his palms together and throws a not-so-secret longing look at Jonghyun’s jacket.
“You know, our relationship would be perfect if you could just shut up at the appropriate times.” Jonghyun mumbles as he keeps his eyes on the ground, hands in either side of his jacket’s pockets.
“Yeah yeah. Though I wouldn’t call this an appropriate time. Oh and guess what, our relationship would be perfect too if you don’t have to tiptoe whenever we kiss.” Kibum blows a warm breath over his fingers and blatantly ignores the death glare and silence that follow.
“I hate you Kim Kibum.” Jonghyun takes out his left hand.
“You know it’s mutual.” Kibum scoffs.
Jonghyun gently holds Kibum’s hand and stuffs it in his left pocket, along with his own hand. “Shut up, we’re heading back already you bitch.”
Kibum stares at the bulge in Jonghyun’s pocket. “That’s cheesy. And don’t call me a bitch, you T-rex.” Kibum squeezes Jonghyun’s hand tighter and makes no attempt to remove his hand from the older man’s grasp.
“I just really don’t want to handwash this shirt.”
Pairing: Jongkey
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 338
A/N: my dad's watching a weird french movie on some streaming site and it's slowing the internet connection. i feel like tearing the MioBox apart. ); /edit. thanks to jecca_o9 for pointing out some of my errors. ♥
“Jjong, I’m not bitching but shouldn’t we head back now? It’s drizzling and cold and I think we’ve done enough walking to burn off what we ate just now. I know the rain triggered your romantic cells but look at us, look at me, our hair is going to be damp and flat in less than ten minutes. Not like our hair’s not damaged enough. The rain is going to get bigger and we’re going to be soaked and I would have to handwash this shirt. I only agreed to come out because I believe a stroll after a meal is good for digestion. But if we don’t go back now, we’re going to fall sick and that’s not good for anyone. I know this stroll in the rain thing is one of those epic moments you romanticists worship but trust me, these things always look better in your head. And really, I’m not bitching.” Kibum rubs his palms together and throws a not-so-secret longing look at Jonghyun’s jacket.
“You know, our relationship would be perfect if you could just shut up at the appropriate times.” Jonghyun mumbles as he keeps his eyes on the ground, hands in either side of his jacket’s pockets.
“Yeah yeah. Though I wouldn’t call this an appropriate time. Oh and guess what, our relationship would be perfect too if you don’t have to tiptoe whenever we kiss.” Kibum blows a warm breath over his fingers and blatantly ignores the death glare and silence that follow.
“I hate you Kim Kibum.” Jonghyun takes out his left hand.
“You know it’s mutual.” Kibum scoffs.
Jonghyun gently holds Kibum’s hand and stuffs it in his left pocket, along with his own hand. “Shut up, we’re heading back already you bitch.”
Kibum stares at the bulge in Jonghyun’s pocket. “That’s cheesy. And don’t call me a bitch, you T-rex.” Kibum squeezes Jonghyun’s hand tighter and makes no attempt to remove his hand from the older man’s grasp.
“I just really don’t want to handwash this shirt.”