Falling (1/?)
Title: Falling (1/?)
Genre: fluff
Rating: PG (maybe escalating on future chapters)
Pairing: Onkey
Summary: This is starting as a game. But you can’t play a game called love without a change of falling.
AN: This is an old fic that I started months ago when I saw Key’s costume at SM town.
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Jinki always loved holiday time on campus, because the solitude feeling it’s provided. He could strolls along the corridor peacefully without afraid bumping with other students. Breathe on the clean air, free from over active young adults’ enthusiasm. He could felt the cool air blows from the trees, carry the whiff of last night rain, cleansed all the stress out from his mind. Everything is so calm and quite.
He brought his step to the library, decided to spend couple of hours there, doing what he really love, lost on the world that books created. He chose the shortest route today, the pathway that he normally avoided. Along the corridors there’re rooms for the Art Departments. The dancing room, painting room, and music room along with campus’ theater which always packed with students busied practicing while the corridor filled with the chattering lively students from this Department. If people want to see the most beautiful, vibrant and full of character students, they have to visit the Art Department. As a solitude person, Jinki preferred quietness and silent. Therefore, the Art Department section was not his favorite place in this campus. However since it’s still school break, this part of campus was as empty as the others.
Absentmindedly, he walked while reading his book, didn’t realize that there’s ladder in front of him. He knocked the ladder hard and sent him to the floor. A twinge wrenched his head giving him severe headache. For a minute, he felt numb from the pain, and then suddenly he heard a moan. Jinki saw the most beautiful person he ever met. His soft brown hairs just cover half of his sculpt when the other half was almost bald and bleach to blond. His face was so smooth like porcelain with perfect jaw line and brown cat like eyes. His plum kissable lips tighten in line, he looked so much in pain, holding his right leg to his chest.
“YA!!! What are you doing? Why did you knock my ladder, you moron?” The beautiful stranger glared at him furiously.
“I am really sorry. I didn’t see your ladder.” Jinki surely felt guilty. If he didn’t too preoccupied with his reading, this wouldn’t happen at the first place.
“How come you didn’t see such big ladder in fort of you? Are you blind?” The mad person barked at Jinki.
“I am really … really sorry. Are you okay? Can you walk?”Jinki hold his forehead, tried to compose his body while asking the stranger. He can felt there’s blood dripping from his wounded forehead.
“My ankle is hurt badly.” He still looked angry but somehow his eyes soften when he saw Jinki’s wound. However, Jinki could see that his ankle started to swell.
“I am really sorry. Let’s take you to the nurse station. We need to check your leg.”
“Can you walk?” skeptically Jinki asked.
“Ouch… it’s hurt…” The pretty boy winched and blinked his eyes as he tried to prevent the pain tears from falling. He was still a man with pride after all.
“Let me piggy back you.” Jinki immediately knelt behind the boy and wait, “It’s okay. Please let me carry you.” The young boy hesitated for a second before carefully climbed on.
Luckily, the nurse station is only at the next building. Within minutes, they’re arrived and the nurse efficiently handled them.
“You’re twisted your ankle. It’s not bad, but you have to rest it for a while. I will put some gyps on it and you will be fine in couple of week“, the nurse said it to the pretty boy.
“But Miss, I need to practice my dancing. You see, I’m choreographing a dance for our next competition. It must be finish when the semester begins. How can I dance with gyps on my leg?” He’s panic explaining the nurse.
“You need to rest your leg for at least 2 weeks or you want to let the disjoint permanent?” The nurse was sternly looking at him. “Now, I have to leave you two for a while. I need to collect some supplies. You can leave when your gyps is harden,” she looked to the dancer. “And when your wound stop bleeding,” she turned to Jinki.
By that, the nurse left them alone. There’s silence for a while. They looked at each other, reckoning what the other will react. Jinki broke the gaze first. Suddenly he felt edgy by the dancer look. For Jinki, the other man was too vibrant. He used flowery jacket and bright blue pants, with a lot of accessories, rings, bangles, necklaces, you name it, he had it. Everything about him was over the top to Jinki’s taste.
“I’m really sorry.” Once again Jinki tried to apologize. After all it’s his fault first at the place.
“Stop apologizing. What happen is already happen. Now help me think, how can I finish my dance choreo with an injured leg? Can you dance?” suddenly he flared-up.
“Wh…what? No… no… I can’t!!!” Jinki looked him in terror. He can handle cross country, cave tracking or even mountain climbing. But dancing?
“Good. This choreo should be danced by amateur. So you’re the best candidate. All my friends are professional dancers. I can’t try this on them.” He smiled sweetly. It’s sent chill all over Jinki’s body. He felt trap. He cursed the time he decided to take that damn pathway to library. He knew he couldn’t expect nothing will happen if he chose that route.
“No no… find somebody else. I can’t dance!” Jinki kept shaking his head. Tried hard to persuade the injured one along shaking the headache that continue banging his head. Half hoping this all disappeared and he woke-up on his own bed.
“You have to help me. You owe me! Meet me tomorrow on the dance room number 2. Show up at six,” with full authority he gave his command while flipping his bang. This cute creepy creature couldn’t take no as the answer.
“Six? Like, six in the morning?” What kind of creature practiced dancing at 6 in the morning? Did he ever sleep? Gosh, did he practice for some kind of Olympic here?
“Yes… of course. Since you’re amateur, we need more time to learn the dance steps. Now help me get to my car. You drive?” Jinki just nod his head at the last question. “Good, now drive me home. By the way, I’m Key, and you are…?”
“I’m Lee Jinki.” Silently Jinki thought, ‘I knew who you are. You were the head of Dancing Club in this campus. Your name is Kim Kibum, but you prefer to be called by Key. You’re the most talented dancer who‘s winning almost every competition you’re entered. There’re so many girls and boys longing to be your lovers that made you easily choose between them; as easy as choosing your outfit in the morning.’
Once again Jinki pigged back Kibum to his car whilst brought Kibum’s gym bag, his bag and books. Damn, it felt like an ancient slave whose job were including carried their masters. They drove in silent. Jinki knew that Kibum stared at him all the time; his intense glared sent nervousness all over his body. But Jinki tried hard to turn his head around, while his checks redden in the process.
“Who are you Lee Jinki-ssi?” Kibum asked the driver solemnly.
“Hmmmm… I am from Biological Department. This is my third year. “
“Any girlfriend? Or… boyfriend?” another sweet smile formed on his full pink lips.
“No… no girlfriend,” the question sent shock to Jinki for him to stutter.
“Boyfriend?” another mocking smiles.
“No boyfriend either!”
“Ahhhh… Are you gay-phobic Jinki-ssi?”
“No… why?”
“Cause I’m gay! And I like you… a lot…” Kibum laughed when saw horror in Jinki’s face. “Chill-out man, I won’t rape you… Yet!”
Sweats were forming on Jinki’s forehead. But at some level, he was wondered, what it would be felt to do it with Kibum. He’s surely beautiful and his lips were seducing Jinki over and over again to taste it. He’s liked the best and lethal marijuana that drug dealer offer for free at the first time; only the best one for your potential customer. Jinki knew by heart, this wasn’t a game that he could participate.
They arrived shortly at Kibum's apartment. Jinki helped Kibum open his door. Now what?
Kibum went to his bed room and after a while he yelled at Jinki.
“Jinki, help me change!”
“Wh…what? Why can you change by yourself? You injured your leg, not your arm.” More sweats were forming. Jinki surely didn’t know what kind of game that Kibum’s playing on him.
“Silly. I said I won’t rape you yet. But I can’t pull off my pants cause of this fucking gips.”
“Why did you need to use this kind of pants, IF these can be considerate as pants?” Jinki looked at a so-tight-so-help-me-God-my-groin-cannot-breath-but-for-the-sake-of-fashion-I-have-to-use-it pants that Kibum currently used.
“Shut-up! Just pull, will you,” Kibum glared at Jinki who obediently started to pull. But the problem was there’s gibs on his ankle and sole. Jinki tried carefully pulled the tight pants through the swollen gibs. Try so hard to ignore Kibum’s black Calvin Klein briefs and his shining almost glittering milky white thighs.
“The pants are too tight,” Jinki gave up and looked up.
“The pants are perfect. This ugly gibs was something else,” Kibum pouted while sat on his bed. His left leg was completely naked except for the tight briefs, while his pants trapped on his right leg just above the gibs. Jinki was sitting on the floor, figuring how he could manage yanking the pants without cutting them or majoring them any additional injuries.
So Jinki lifted his head to saw on Kibum’s face. Bad decision, because now he could see a half-naked-shirtless-Kibum with only a pair of tiny black briefs that hardly conceal Kibum’s tools and a tangle tight pants on his right leg. A blush crept dangerously, redden Jinki’s face.
“How… I mean… will you…you know… how shud we remove this fucking pants?” Jinki was blubbering while turning his face. Any object should be okay rather than that “disturbing” image.
Kibum couldn’t hide his smile. He so knew Jinki’s dilemma. He wasn’t the Almighty Key just for nothing. With a smirk, he bended his body and leaned down before took Jinki’s chin behind his finger, “… and what is your suggestion?” a lingering smile played naughtily on his lips.
“Hah?” Jinki looked blankly at Kibum.
“Your suggestion, … about my situation.” Kibum cocked his head. Jinki gulped his saliva by the nearness of their face. He could smell the lingering smell of his after shave and the expensive perfume that this man used. Everything that Kibum used screaming price and sexy.
“I don’t know… I think there’s no way we can pull off this damn thing so called pants of yours,” Jinki turned his head back and blushed even more.
Kibum bended his body deeply so his face just inch from Jinki. His fresh minty breath lingering Jinki’s face sending goose bumps all over his body. “That’s way I asked your suggestion, baby.” Another evil grin formed in his pretty face.
“I am not your baby.” Jinki stared confusedly.
“Oh… you prefer honey? Okay then, I can call you honey. That’s even better,” Kibum’s smiles became broader.
“Whatever… I have… hmmmm … we have to cut your pants.” Jinki stuttered.
“Okay.”
“Okay? Just that?”
“Yes honey. I am okay with that.” Kibum now was leaning his body further at the bed and let his arms pushed the mattress below.
“But… this is a designer pants.”
“Honey… if I say it’s okay, then it’s okay. By the way, I called you honey and you seems okay with that, so why bother with the stupid pants?”
“I… I am not okay with it. We aren’t… I am not…. Don’t you honey me,” Jinki looked so trouble.
“Oh baby, are you always stuttering like this?” Kibum was starting to laugh.
“No,” Jinki looked so offended.
“Then, it’s me that make you stutter. I am flutter. You must like me so much,” Kibum smirked.
“Whatever… where’s your scissors.” Jinki switched the subject and scanned the room. He couldn't find any scissor as far as his eyes could see.
“Over there, on my dressing table. Just open the second drawer.” Kibum pointed to the neat dressing table couples meter away from the bed. This room was huge. Jinki's apartment could easily fit in this single bedroom, and there're other rooms on Kibum's apartment. Jinki sighed, money surely not an issue for this spoil brat.
Jinki bended his body and opened to the said drawer. Kibum had to admit, he’s so fucking like the view that was provided. Jinki had a taut rounded ass that hidden on his loose worn-out jeans. Unconsciously, he gulped his saliva of the potency hidden behind the material.
“Like what you see?” suddenly Jinki asked. He knew that Kibum was checking on his ass.
“Yep. You have one hell of ass.” You couldn’t call him Almighty if that kind of scoff made him nervous.
“Thank you,” Jinki didn’t know where this sudden boldness came. But somehow, the way Kibum eyeing him made him felt ... sexy.
Jinki came back with a scissor on his hand and sat back on the floor in front of Kibum. “Please pull your pants back,” he said.
Kibum moved his ass a bit and pulled the pants back. Slowly Jinki started to cut the pants. His left hand grabbed the fabric while his right hand working with the scissors. Slowly a milky while thigh reveled to his eyes to be devoured. His breath chocked a bit when his left hand incidentally brushed the thigh. Kibum also could not hold to develop heavy breathing. Seriously the sexual tension from the simple act was overwhelmed for both of them.
“Okay, it’s done.” Jinki looked at the material that now completely lied on his hand.
“Thank you baby. Now be a doll, open your jeans.”
“WHAT? ARE YOU LOST YOUR MIND?” Jinki retread a few steps.
“Chill out man! I said I won’t rape you, yet. I just need your jeans. I don’t have any pants with loose pipes that can accommodate this stupid gips. So I have to borrow yours therefore we can buy some new pants for me.” Kibum looked at Jinki and could not hold his thought. ‘You are an interesting man, Jinki.’
“Then what shud I take?”
“Use mine. Just open the second door, you can choose one by yourself.”
“Fine.” Jinki then moved to the dressing room. In his live, he never knew a single person with so many clothes even it’s a woman. “These all tight,” Jinki complained.
“If I have any loose pants, do I need to borrow your ugly jeans?” Kibum rolled his eyes.
Jinki looked at the row of pants with dizziness. Do people need yellow pants? Who’ll use yellow on the bottom? Or orange? Or this tacky light green? Or just looked at those jeans, do they need all the nails and buttons and stiches and embroidery like that? Just imagining using them made Jinki allergic. He shuddered on the prospect.
“Don’t you have any sweat pants?” Jinki turned his head around.
“You wanna use sweat pants?” Kibum couldn’t believe his ears.
“It’s better than all these.”
“Just open the third doors, you’ll find some cargo pants. It’s better than sweat pants.”
“If you have cargo pants, so why do you need my jeans?” Jinki looked confused.
“Hello? Cargo is so out of fashion nowadays.” Kibum rolled his eyes again.
Jinki just yanked the less obvious cargo from the hanger and brought it to the bathroom.
“You can change here. I don’t mind.” Kibum teased.
“Pervert! You just wanna check my bare ass.” Jinki yelled back. “Here.” He came back to the room with his jeans on his hands.
Kibum smiled sexily while putting on the jeans. The jeans felt warm on his bare skin. Knowing that it’s Jinki’s made his tool bigger at the thought. “It’s warm. You have a … hot ass, baby.” Kibum teased some more.
“Shut-up! You wanna go or not?”
“My…my… don’t be embarrassed honey. I love your hot sexy ass.”
That’s it. Injured or not, Jinki could not handle the tease anymore. So he decided to leave.
“No, you’re not! You can’t leave me. I’ll sue you if you leave me.” Kibum looked stern.
“YOU.WILL.SUE.ME? On what case, baby?” Jinki laughed at the stupid plan. Or at least he thought that that’s a stupid plan. Imagining the price and effort Kibum had to be trough for the lawsuit.
“Do you think I won’t dare to sue you? Just try me. Tomorrow you’ll receive a summon from my lawyer.” Kibum smiled sweetly.
“You have a lawyer?” Jinki couldn’t believe his ears.
“Yep! So stay or…?”
“Like I have a choice,” Jinki scowled.
“Nope. Not a change, baby. Cmon, let’s shopping. Carry me!”
“Hah? Can’t you walk? You walk just now?”
“But, I am so tired, and I need all my energy to stroll at the mall.” Another evil grin formed on the devil’s pretty face.
“Fine.” Jinki banded his knees in front of Kibum. Ready to piggy back him.
“Nope. Bridal style! I wanna see your face.”
Jinki couldn’t believe his bad luck. Today was started with simple happy thought to go to the library. Spent some time there and maybe he could hit the gym afterwards. His plan was ruined by this beautiful devil. He cursed his luck if he has any.
-TBC-
AN:
Hoah… evil key-vil… LOL.
I am not sure how long this fic will go on. But somehow, it’s quite enjoyable to write bad Key, because lately he becomes cuter and sweeter. I missed his pierce looked at Lucifer.
Comment please and you always welcome to ask for a spot XDDD
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Genre: fluff
Rating: PG (maybe escalating on future chapters)
Pairing: Onkey
Summary: This is starting as a game. But you can’t play a game called love without a change of falling.
AN: This is an old fic that I started months ago when I saw Key’s costume at SM town.
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Jinki always loved holiday time on campus, because the solitude feeling it’s provided. He could strolls along the corridor peacefully without afraid bumping with other students. Breathe on the clean air, free from over active young adults’ enthusiasm. He could felt the cool air blows from the trees, carry the whiff of last night rain, cleansed all the stress out from his mind. Everything is so calm and quite.
He brought his step to the library, decided to spend couple of hours there, doing what he really love, lost on the world that books created. He chose the shortest route today, the pathway that he normally avoided. Along the corridors there’re rooms for the Art Departments. The dancing room, painting room, and music room along with campus’ theater which always packed with students busied practicing while the corridor filled with the chattering lively students from this Department. If people want to see the most beautiful, vibrant and full of character students, they have to visit the Art Department. As a solitude person, Jinki preferred quietness and silent. Therefore, the Art Department section was not his favorite place in this campus. However since it’s still school break, this part of campus was as empty as the others.
Absentmindedly, he walked while reading his book, didn’t realize that there’s ladder in front of him. He knocked the ladder hard and sent him to the floor. A twinge wrenched his head giving him severe headache. For a minute, he felt numb from the pain, and then suddenly he heard a moan. Jinki saw the most beautiful person he ever met. His soft brown hairs just cover half of his sculpt when the other half was almost bald and bleach to blond. His face was so smooth like porcelain with perfect jaw line and brown cat like eyes. His plum kissable lips tighten in line, he looked so much in pain, holding his right leg to his chest.
“YA!!! What are you doing? Why did you knock my ladder, you moron?” The beautiful stranger glared at him furiously.
“I am really sorry. I didn’t see your ladder.” Jinki surely felt guilty. If he didn’t too preoccupied with his reading, this wouldn’t happen at the first place.
“How come you didn’t see such big ladder in fort of you? Are you blind?” The mad person barked at Jinki.
“I am really … really sorry. Are you okay? Can you walk?”Jinki hold his forehead, tried to compose his body while asking the stranger. He can felt there’s blood dripping from his wounded forehead.
“My ankle is hurt badly.” He still looked angry but somehow his eyes soften when he saw Jinki’s wound. However, Jinki could see that his ankle started to swell.
“I am really sorry. Let’s take you to the nurse station. We need to check your leg.”
“Can you walk?” skeptically Jinki asked.
“Ouch… it’s hurt…” The pretty boy winched and blinked his eyes as he tried to prevent the pain tears from falling. He was still a man with pride after all.
“Let me piggy back you.” Jinki immediately knelt behind the boy and wait, “It’s okay. Please let me carry you.” The young boy hesitated for a second before carefully climbed on.
Luckily, the nurse station is only at the next building. Within minutes, they’re arrived and the nurse efficiently handled them.
“You’re twisted your ankle. It’s not bad, but you have to rest it for a while. I will put some gyps on it and you will be fine in couple of week“, the nurse said it to the pretty boy.
“But Miss, I need to practice my dancing. You see, I’m choreographing a dance for our next competition. It must be finish when the semester begins. How can I dance with gyps on my leg?” He’s panic explaining the nurse.
“You need to rest your leg for at least 2 weeks or you want to let the disjoint permanent?” The nurse was sternly looking at him. “Now, I have to leave you two for a while. I need to collect some supplies. You can leave when your gyps is harden,” she looked to the dancer. “And when your wound stop bleeding,” she turned to Jinki.
By that, the nurse left them alone. There’s silence for a while. They looked at each other, reckoning what the other will react. Jinki broke the gaze first. Suddenly he felt edgy by the dancer look. For Jinki, the other man was too vibrant. He used flowery jacket and bright blue pants, with a lot of accessories, rings, bangles, necklaces, you name it, he had it. Everything about him was over the top to Jinki’s taste.
“I’m really sorry.” Once again Jinki tried to apologize. After all it’s his fault first at the place.
“Stop apologizing. What happen is already happen. Now help me think, how can I finish my dance choreo with an injured leg? Can you dance?” suddenly he flared-up.
“Wh…what? No… no… I can’t!!!” Jinki looked him in terror. He can handle cross country, cave tracking or even mountain climbing. But dancing?
“Good. This choreo should be danced by amateur. So you’re the best candidate. All my friends are professional dancers. I can’t try this on them.” He smiled sweetly. It’s sent chill all over Jinki’s body. He felt trap. He cursed the time he decided to take that damn pathway to library. He knew he couldn’t expect nothing will happen if he chose that route.
“No no… find somebody else. I can’t dance!” Jinki kept shaking his head. Tried hard to persuade the injured one along shaking the headache that continue banging his head. Half hoping this all disappeared and he woke-up on his own bed.
“You have to help me. You owe me! Meet me tomorrow on the dance room number 2. Show up at six,” with full authority he gave his command while flipping his bang. This cute creepy creature couldn’t take no as the answer.
“Six? Like, six in the morning?” What kind of creature practiced dancing at 6 in the morning? Did he ever sleep? Gosh, did he practice for some kind of Olympic here?
“Yes… of course. Since you’re amateur, we need more time to learn the dance steps. Now help me get to my car. You drive?” Jinki just nod his head at the last question. “Good, now drive me home. By the way, I’m Key, and you are…?”
“I’m Lee Jinki.” Silently Jinki thought, ‘I knew who you are. You were the head of Dancing Club in this campus. Your name is Kim Kibum, but you prefer to be called by Key. You’re the most talented dancer who‘s winning almost every competition you’re entered. There’re so many girls and boys longing to be your lovers that made you easily choose between them; as easy as choosing your outfit in the morning.’
Once again Jinki pigged back Kibum to his car whilst brought Kibum’s gym bag, his bag and books. Damn, it felt like an ancient slave whose job were including carried their masters. They drove in silent. Jinki knew that Kibum stared at him all the time; his intense glared sent nervousness all over his body. But Jinki tried hard to turn his head around, while his checks redden in the process.
“Who are you Lee Jinki-ssi?” Kibum asked the driver solemnly.
“Hmmmm… I am from Biological Department. This is my third year. “
“Any girlfriend? Or… boyfriend?” another sweet smile formed on his full pink lips.
“No… no girlfriend,” the question sent shock to Jinki for him to stutter.
“Boyfriend?” another mocking smiles.
“No boyfriend either!”
“Ahhhh… Are you gay-phobic Jinki-ssi?”
“No… why?”
“Cause I’m gay! And I like you… a lot…” Kibum laughed when saw horror in Jinki’s face. “Chill-out man, I won’t rape you… Yet!”
Sweats were forming on Jinki’s forehead. But at some level, he was wondered, what it would be felt to do it with Kibum. He’s surely beautiful and his lips were seducing Jinki over and over again to taste it. He’s liked the best and lethal marijuana that drug dealer offer for free at the first time; only the best one for your potential customer. Jinki knew by heart, this wasn’t a game that he could participate.
They arrived shortly at Kibum's apartment. Jinki helped Kibum open his door. Now what?
Kibum went to his bed room and after a while he yelled at Jinki.
“Jinki, help me change!”
“Wh…what? Why can you change by yourself? You injured your leg, not your arm.” More sweats were forming. Jinki surely didn’t know what kind of game that Kibum’s playing on him.
“Silly. I said I won’t rape you yet. But I can’t pull off my pants cause of this fucking gips.”
“Why did you need to use this kind of pants, IF these can be considerate as pants?” Jinki looked at a so-tight-so-help-me-God-my-groin-cannot-breath-but-for-the-sake-of-fashion-I-have-to-use-it pants that Kibum currently used.
“Shut-up! Just pull, will you,” Kibum glared at Jinki who obediently started to pull. But the problem was there’s gibs on his ankle and sole. Jinki tried carefully pulled the tight pants through the swollen gibs. Try so hard to ignore Kibum’s black Calvin Klein briefs and his shining almost glittering milky white thighs.
“The pants are too tight,” Jinki gave up and looked up.
“The pants are perfect. This ugly gibs was something else,” Kibum pouted while sat on his bed. His left leg was completely naked except for the tight briefs, while his pants trapped on his right leg just above the gibs. Jinki was sitting on the floor, figuring how he could manage yanking the pants without cutting them or majoring them any additional injuries.
So Jinki lifted his head to saw on Kibum’s face. Bad decision, because now he could see a half-naked-shirtless-Kibum with only a pair of tiny black briefs that hardly conceal Kibum’s tools and a tangle tight pants on his right leg. A blush crept dangerously, redden Jinki’s face.
“How… I mean… will you…you know… how shud we remove this fucking pants?” Jinki was blubbering while turning his face. Any object should be okay rather than that “disturbing” image.
Kibum couldn’t hide his smile. He so knew Jinki’s dilemma. He wasn’t the Almighty Key just for nothing. With a smirk, he bended his body and leaned down before took Jinki’s chin behind his finger, “… and what is your suggestion?” a lingering smile played naughtily on his lips.
“Hah?” Jinki looked blankly at Kibum.
“Your suggestion, … about my situation.” Kibum cocked his head. Jinki gulped his saliva by the nearness of their face. He could smell the lingering smell of his after shave and the expensive perfume that this man used. Everything that Kibum used screaming price and sexy.
“I don’t know… I think there’s no way we can pull off this damn thing so called pants of yours,” Jinki turned his head back and blushed even more.
Kibum bended his body deeply so his face just inch from Jinki. His fresh minty breath lingering Jinki’s face sending goose bumps all over his body. “That’s way I asked your suggestion, baby.” Another evil grin formed in his pretty face.
“I am not your baby.” Jinki stared confusedly.
“Oh… you prefer honey? Okay then, I can call you honey. That’s even better,” Kibum’s smiles became broader.
“Whatever… I have… hmmmm … we have to cut your pants.” Jinki stuttered.
“Okay.”
“Okay? Just that?”
“Yes honey. I am okay with that.” Kibum now was leaning his body further at the bed and let his arms pushed the mattress below.
“But… this is a designer pants.”
“Honey… if I say it’s okay, then it’s okay. By the way, I called you honey and you seems okay with that, so why bother with the stupid pants?”
“I… I am not okay with it. We aren’t… I am not…. Don’t you honey me,” Jinki looked so trouble.
“Oh baby, are you always stuttering like this?” Kibum was starting to laugh.
“No,” Jinki looked so offended.
“Then, it’s me that make you stutter. I am flutter. You must like me so much,” Kibum smirked.
“Whatever… where’s your scissors.” Jinki switched the subject and scanned the room. He couldn't find any scissor as far as his eyes could see.
“Over there, on my dressing table. Just open the second drawer.” Kibum pointed to the neat dressing table couples meter away from the bed. This room was huge. Jinki's apartment could easily fit in this single bedroom, and there're other rooms on Kibum's apartment. Jinki sighed, money surely not an issue for this spoil brat.
Jinki bended his body and opened to the said drawer. Kibum had to admit, he’s so fucking like the view that was provided. Jinki had a taut rounded ass that hidden on his loose worn-out jeans. Unconsciously, he gulped his saliva of the potency hidden behind the material.
“Like what you see?” suddenly Jinki asked. He knew that Kibum was checking on his ass.
“Yep. You have one hell of ass.” You couldn’t call him Almighty if that kind of scoff made him nervous.
“Thank you,” Jinki didn’t know where this sudden boldness came. But somehow, the way Kibum eyeing him made him felt ... sexy.
Jinki came back with a scissor on his hand and sat back on the floor in front of Kibum. “Please pull your pants back,” he said.
Kibum moved his ass a bit and pulled the pants back. Slowly Jinki started to cut the pants. His left hand grabbed the fabric while his right hand working with the scissors. Slowly a milky while thigh reveled to his eyes to be devoured. His breath chocked a bit when his left hand incidentally brushed the thigh. Kibum also could not hold to develop heavy breathing. Seriously the sexual tension from the simple act was overwhelmed for both of them.
“Okay, it’s done.” Jinki looked at the material that now completely lied on his hand.
“Thank you baby. Now be a doll, open your jeans.”
“WHAT? ARE YOU LOST YOUR MIND?” Jinki retread a few steps.
“Chill out man! I said I won’t rape you, yet. I just need your jeans. I don’t have any pants with loose pipes that can accommodate this stupid gips. So I have to borrow yours therefore we can buy some new pants for me.” Kibum looked at Jinki and could not hold his thought. ‘You are an interesting man, Jinki.’
“Then what shud I take?”
“Use mine. Just open the second door, you can choose one by yourself.”
“Fine.” Jinki then moved to the dressing room. In his live, he never knew a single person with so many clothes even it’s a woman. “These all tight,” Jinki complained.
“If I have any loose pants, do I need to borrow your ugly jeans?” Kibum rolled his eyes.
Jinki looked at the row of pants with dizziness. Do people need yellow pants? Who’ll use yellow on the bottom? Or orange? Or this tacky light green? Or just looked at those jeans, do they need all the nails and buttons and stiches and embroidery like that? Just imagining using them made Jinki allergic. He shuddered on the prospect.
“Don’t you have any sweat pants?” Jinki turned his head around.
“You wanna use sweat pants?” Kibum couldn’t believe his ears.
“It’s better than all these.”
“Just open the third doors, you’ll find some cargo pants. It’s better than sweat pants.”
“If you have cargo pants, so why do you need my jeans?” Jinki looked confused.
“Hello? Cargo is so out of fashion nowadays.” Kibum rolled his eyes again.
Jinki just yanked the less obvious cargo from the hanger and brought it to the bathroom.
“You can change here. I don’t mind.” Kibum teased.
“Pervert! You just wanna check my bare ass.” Jinki yelled back. “Here.” He came back to the room with his jeans on his hands.
Kibum smiled sexily while putting on the jeans. The jeans felt warm on his bare skin. Knowing that it’s Jinki’s made his tool bigger at the thought. “It’s warm. You have a … hot ass, baby.” Kibum teased some more.
“Shut-up! You wanna go or not?”
“My…my… don’t be embarrassed honey. I love your hot sexy ass.”
That’s it. Injured or not, Jinki could not handle the tease anymore. So he decided to leave.
“No, you’re not! You can’t leave me. I’ll sue you if you leave me.” Kibum looked stern.
“YOU.WILL.SUE.ME? On what case, baby?” Jinki laughed at the stupid plan. Or at least he thought that that’s a stupid plan. Imagining the price and effort Kibum had to be trough for the lawsuit.
“Do you think I won’t dare to sue you? Just try me. Tomorrow you’ll receive a summon from my lawyer.” Kibum smiled sweetly.
“You have a lawyer?” Jinki couldn’t believe his ears.
“Yep! So stay or…?”
“Like I have a choice,” Jinki scowled.
“Nope. Not a change, baby. Cmon, let’s shopping. Carry me!”
“Hah? Can’t you walk? You walk just now?”
“But, I am so tired, and I need all my energy to stroll at the mall.” Another evil grin formed on the devil’s pretty face.
“Fine.” Jinki banded his knees in front of Kibum. Ready to piggy back him.
“Nope. Bridal style! I wanna see your face.”
Jinki couldn’t believe his bad luck. Today was started with simple happy thought to go to the library. Spent some time there and maybe he could hit the gym afterwards. His plan was ruined by this beautiful devil. He cursed his luck if he has any.
-TBC-
AN:
Hoah… evil key-vil… LOL.
I am not sure how long this fic will go on. But somehow, it’s quite enjoyable to write bad Key, because lately he becomes cuter and sweeter. I missed his pierce looked at Lucifer.
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