Chapter 4: Flashback.
"Kibum." I heard being whispered ever so softly in my ear, a pair of lips just barely brushing against it. Sluggishly opening my eyes, meeting with the most beautiful face I had ever seen. Those eyes. Those lips. That cute nose. I don't think I could have woken up to anything better. A smile escaped from my lips. He gradually closed the space between us, my lips welcoming his. After sharing each others tongues for a few moments, he pulled back.
"Good morning, beautiful." he said, affectionately looking into my eyes with that angelic smile of his. The one that never failed to make me melt. I couldn't help but to laugh and suddenly leap in the air. I ran over to the mirror faster than I ever had before.
"Aigo!" I yelped in horror.
"I look horrible!" I proclaimed, wiping some of the sleep from my eyes and quickly trying to tidy up my bedhead to at least be presentable.
"I can't believe you could kiss me like thi-" I began, abruptly being interrupted by his body pressed firmly against my back. his lips nipping at the base of my neck, and his arms wrapping around my waist. My eyes fluttered.
"I think you look perfect all the time." he lifted his head to say, only for a moment, before he was back kissing every inch of my neck.
"Yah, you're just a flatterer!" I pouted, biting the bottom of my lip, trying not to succumb to his touch. He stopped and walked in front of me.
"No, really!" he exclaimed, gripping me by my waist.
"You're flawless. I'm so happy that you're mine, you know that?" My heart nearly halted.
"Jonghyun-ah, why are you being so nice toda-" I tried asking before I was silenced by his lips. He lead me backwards to my bed as he blanketed my lips. I just followed his lead, I knew I couldn't resist anymore after a comment like that. We fell back onto the bed as he ran his hands up my shirt. I gasped and jumped at his touch -- his hands were cold. I could feel him smiling through our kiss, metaphorically laughing at me.
"Asshole." I thought, daring not to say it out loud in fear of ruining what was about to happen. I wrapped my arms around his neck, in hopes of making him forget my fail. He delved more deeply into the kiss, separating my lips, our tongues twining. I could feel his hands running smoothly down my chest, lightly grabbing at my pajama pants.
"Ah." I moaned as he returned to my neck, camouflaging it with his tongue.
"W-where is everyone?" I asked, reminding myself that I couldn't. He seemingly ignored me for a moment, continuing to mark my neck with his lips.
"They're all gone." he said, pausing only briefly. That was all I needed to hear as I began desperately grabbing at the buckles on his pants. He seized my hands, preventing me from advancing.
"Do you want me?" he asked in my ear, lowering his voice.
"Yes!" I shouted -- more loudly than planned -- as he gripped at my member.
"Good." he said standing up, smiling the biggest smile ever.
"Get up and get dressed. We're going out."
"ASSHOLE." I shouted, this time aloud.
"YOU FUCKING TEASE." I accused as he walked out the door, only delaying to look back over his shoulder to demonstrate yet another smile creeping from his lips, closing it behind him.
"SKELFMSLEFMLEFI." I word vomited in my mind.
"Hyung, you have no right doing this to me!" I complained at the door.
"Now what am I supposed to do!?" I questioned, raising my voice.
"Get in the shower!" a voice yelled back in answer.
"Omo, I hate you!" I bellowed, rising to my feet and heading in the direction of the shower.
"Yeah, yeah, just hurry up!"
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I made my way down the stairs, surveying the room as I did. I could see Jonghyun sitting at the kitchen table, tapping his fingers impatiently.
"It took you long enough!" he said, looking in my direction.
"Look. It's hard and long work in order to look - this - good!" I countered, laughing.
"You do look great today." he said, his eyes full of admiration as they looked me up and down. He met me at the bottom of the stairs, placing his hands on my hips and pulling me in close.
"But you look good everyday." he said, his voice making me smile. His voice always made my heart beat faster. I still hadn't understood why he was being so nice today, but I wasn't about to complain.
"T-Thank you." I said bashfully, trying not to look into his gorgeous puppy-dog eyes.
"You really are so cute." he further complimented, lifting my chin with his finger and planting another generous kiss across my lips.
"You jerk!" I said, hitting him daintily on his shoulder. His kiss reminding me of his recent sexual taunting. He smiled mockingly, completely dismissing my remark.
"Now where are we going?" I reminded him.
"You will see." he said, releasing me from his arms and walking back into the kitchen.
"Just get your coat on! It's a surprise! " he said happily. With a confused expression, I grabbed my coat from the coat-wrack warily. He motioned his hands, beckoning me to the front door that he was now opening. Looking past his figure, I noticed that the van was not waiting out front, as per usual.
"Wait, we're walking?" I assumed.
"Don't make that face! Just come on!" he said, pulling me by my arm, closing the door behind us. He held out his hand.
"W-what about our disguises?"
"A-and.. we're in public." I added.
"It's fine. We're going somewhere close and, besides, I want them all to see." he answered, reassuringly. I couldn't fight the flustered feeling he gave me and the smile I now felt consuming my face. I tried turning my face away, knowing that I was blushing.
"But still.." I contemplated.
"Aw, come on, Key. Trust me!" he said, those puppy-dog eyes overwhelming any sort of doubt I once had. Trustingly, I took his hand in mine. I saw him smiling in my peripherals. Even though I was fully aware at how bad this could end, seeing that smile of his was worth it. We made our way down the road, being stopped periodically by screaming fans.
"Does he really not care?" I thought, my cheeks filling with pink as all of the fans swooned over us holding hands. From the corner of my eye, I couldn't help but to catch his face. I always knew how perfect it was, but seeing it now. It was different. It was glowing with happiness. He had such a beautiful skin tone. Those eyes. That jawline. That chiseled body. And that voice. What was there - not - to like about this man? Before I realized, we were already arriving in front of a small building. I was so busy adoring him that I couldn't even remember how long we had been walking.
"Here it is!" he announced, angling his body toward mine. My eyes nearly lit up with excitement when my eyes bestowed upon my favourite book store. It had been so long since I had been here. My conflicting schedule caused me to neglect it for so long.
"I know you have been talking about a new book that you want so I wanted to bring you to get it." he said, still holding my hand.
"I can't believe you would remember something like that!" I lingered, marveling at the sight of my once-forgotten favourite store.
"I only mentioned it once or twice! And it was so subliminally, too." I pondered. I honestly couldn't even recall when I had spoken to him about it.
"I listen to every word you say." he smiled. His words filling me with so much joy. I was still so astonished. All of this time I thought Jonghyun was completely oblivious. I pulled him along, hurriedly, an irrefutable grin clothing my face. I nearly ran over to the counter before glancing back at Jong.
"Do you have this book?" I asked the salesclerk, pointing to the model poster on display in the front window.
"No, we actually just sold our last one." he responded.
"Oh, well, thanks anyway." I returned, turning back to Jonghyun who was looking at the ground, shyly. I could tell how worried he was by my reaction. As we walked out of the store, I clenched his hand a little tighter.
"I'm so sorry, Kibum." he apologized.
"I'm so embarrassed. I should have just surprised you with the book myself or called in advanc-" he began before I interrupted.
"Jonghyun, please, don't beat yourself up over it. It's a really popular book, and besides, who cares? I'm just so happy that you would go through all of this trouble for me. It's the thought that counts and I'm so very happy you at least tried." I comforted.
"You're such an amazing person. Thank you for this." I praised, gratefully, as he tried fighting back a smile. I knew that he was going to be upset over this, but I wanted to do my best to make him feel better.
"I really can't even tell you how much it means to me." I reiterated, unable to articulate myself. No matter what, I could never find the right words with Jong. I'm surprised I could even form a coherent sentence most of the time.
"Kibum-ah," he hesitated.
"Let me make it up to you by buying you lunch?"
"Jonghyun, you don't have to do t-"
"I want to. So please?"
"Fine." I finally gave in. He sent my body temperature aflame when he unleashed another smile.
"Damn, why in the hell aren't you a model?" I thought in my head.
"Wait, why are we even still outside? Please, just take me back home you-" I started thinking, being intermitted by his tug. Before I knew it, we were walking down yet another street. More paparazzi and fans, but he didn't seem to care. He still held my hand, smiling and proud. We haulted in front of another structure. This one more finely decorated than the former. I had certainly never been here before and it looked far too expensive for qualify for our normal take-out. He lead me inside to a smaller female standing at a podium.
"Seats for two, please." he declared, the female's eyes nearly shooting open.
"Y-you're J-" she tried exclaiming, but kept breaking. I assume she was trying to find the words.
"Maybe if she would stop raping him with her eyes, she would be able to speak properly." I interjected.
"Yes, Jonghyun." I stated, concluding the sentence for her.
"Yeah, Jonghyun! From SHINee!" she babbled, her eyes filling with illumination.
"So, how about those seats?" he emphasized, smiling. He rubbed the back of his neck with his other hand. You know, the one not holding mine. I just rolled my eyes as these two shamelessly flirted.
"Hello. He is holding - my - hand." I snipped in my mind as she finally started guiding us to a seat closest to the window.
"Er, can we have something closer to the back?" he specified, sending her another seductive smile.
"Oh, look at you. An idiot who can manipulate. Who would have thought." I smiled, thinking to myself. She brazenly grinned (even though we both know she wanted to fangirl squeal) and shepherded us to another table, furthest to the back. We took our seats and I banished her in my head.
"I wish you could have told me we were going to some fancy restaurant. I would have dressed in something more appropriate." I scolded.
"Key, you look breathtaking. Maybe you don't know how gorgeous you are." he disputed directly.
"Besides, that's why I asked for a seat further in the back -- because I knew you were going to say something like that." he finished.
"R-really?" I clarified as I thought about how well he seemed to know me recently.
"Well.. not completely." he reflected.
"I also wanted a little more privacy." he concluded, resting his hand on top of mine. I blushed for the umpteenth time of the day, gluing my gaze to the ground.
"You really are so cute." he intervened.
"Shut up!" I rejected, hearing him laugh. Oh, how this man laughed. I swear, it drove me into a fangirl squeal myself. Even though I could sympathize with the poor girl, she still will receive no empathy. Really though, everything about him was just so.. alluring. He possessed every characteristic a person could want. A perfect appearance with the personality to match. Who - couldn't - fall for this man? We spent the rest of the afternoon smiling and laughing audaciously, holding hands from across the table all the way through; only removing them when the food had arrived. The entire day I was trapped in thought, mindlessly adoring him at every little action. I was practically worshiping him. After we were finished eating, he took my hand back in his and we began walking home.
"Omo, JongKey on a date!" some grade schooler affirmed.
"That's what this is.. isn't it? A.. date?" I entertained the theory for a few minutes, still staring at him the entire walk home.
"No, it's not." I decided against it.
"But it is a nice thought.." We walked through the door and made our way up the stairs, him escorting me to my room. I was so tired after all of the walking. I just wanted to crash on my bed and sleep.
"Wait.. how was all of this possible today?" I asked, just realizing how out of the ordinary everything was.
"What do you mean?" he asked.
"I mean.. how were we able to do all of those things?" I clarified.
"Well.. you didn't have a schedule and I told Manager-sshi I was sick." he replied, smiling, as we entered my room, the door shutting behind us.
"Jonghyun-ah!" I scolded again.
"I know, I know!" he retaliated as he sat on my bed. I walked over to the mirror, vainly checking myself for what Maker knows to be the hundredth time.
"But I wanted to spend the day with you." I flicked my gaze around the room, rubbing the back of my neck chastely.
"That one fangirl talking about it being a date.. she was so ridiculous, right?" my words lengthening as I asked in disbelief. I was so nervous about his response, but I wanted to verify that she was wrong. Which.. she had to be.
"Huh? What else would you call it?" he questioned, cluelessly as I pulled up my sweat pants.
"An entire day spent with your lover, holding hands, flowering them with gifts.. or attempting to, and then going out to dinner. Of course that's a date, silly!" he insisted. My heart nearly leaping out of my chest. I smiled so big. My cheeks were actually beginning to hurt from smiling the entire day. I almost ran to him and tackled him on my bed.
"You're perfect, Kim Jonghyun."
"You are also perfect, Kim Kibum." he returned. It was so weird hearing him call me by my real name, but I didn't care right now. I leaned down, watching him close his eyes in preparation, and stopped only millimeters from his lips before smiling.
"Got you, didn't I?" I mocked, another huge grin forming as his eyes shot open and he, too, smiled.
"Revenge from earli-" I tried teasing until he rolled over on top of me.
"It doesn't work when you do it." he said, pinning my arms to the bed. He leaned down, this time without hesitation, and encased my lips. He separated my lips and I welcomed his tongue as he ran hands up my shirt, yet again. He rolled onto his back.
"Gah, I really hate you, Kim Jonghyun!" I said, witnessing him smile provokingly.
"Oh, hush. You need to sleep, Key. I know you're tired. You couldn't handle me tonight." he said, laughing hysterically under his breath.
"Tch," I sucked my teeth.
"But.. Key. Can I sleep in your room tonight?" he asked, staring intently in my eyes.
"What about Manager-sshi? Won't he get mad?"
"I don't care about him tonight. I just want to be with you." he broadcasted. As if his words didn't burn deep enough without the echo I now heard in my silent room. I swear, if only this man knew how much control he had over me. No one has ever made me feel the way he does. Every stupid little thing he says, that I would otherwise make fun of, burns like a scar.
"If only he could be mine, forever." I thought as I nodded my head.
"Even though I really don't want you to get in trouble, you can."
"Great!" he said, taking all of my remaining will with another short kiss. He laid back and I rested my head on his chest. I could hear his heat beating so gently. I put my hand on his stomach and felt his arm wrap around me, holding me.
"Jonghyun-ah.. I-I.. I love you." I slipped, not thinking. I covered my lips immediately.
"I love you, too, Kibum." he said unexpectedly. This was the first time we said this to each other in private. On reality shows, sure, but never when we were alone, but I couldn't hold on any longer. I felt myself drifting off to sleep. Such a wonderful last thing to hear. His voice.
"If only things could just stay like this forever.." I said, now unable to restrain myself any longer. Exhaustion was command and I could no longer monitor my words.
"Yes, if only.." And that was the last thing I heard before I fell asleep on his chest.
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It was the next morning and I woke up with a yawn and my arms stretching above my head. I looked at the spot where Jonghyun once lay, but it was too late. He had already left. I looked at the nightstand next to my bed and saw a little note.
"I'm sorry I had to leave. Vocal training today and whatever else Manager-sshi has me roped into doing. I love you. -Jonghyun." I smiled, but noticed there was something at the bottom.
"ps: You say the cutest things when you're tired. When you're sleeping, too. keke"
"Crap, I forgot I talk in my sleep!" I shouted in my head, slapping my forehead with my palm in embarrassment. I grabbed the remote that was now laying on the floor and turned on the television, flicking through a few channels.
"Hm.. I wonder what's going on with the news." I pondered, putting on the aforementioned station.
"And this just in, Jonghyun from SHINee is now in a relationship with Shin Se Kyung! This is no longer rumors, ladies and gentlemen. It has now been confirmed by SM Entertainment - and - her publicity agency, as well!"
I dropped the remote.
A/N: Yeah, sorry guys! I know that I am a half hour past midnight! Or at least my time, anyway! T_T I know that I'm late by a half hour, but I had dinner with my family today and the chapter ended up taking a lot longer than expected! Sorry about that! I was thinking about you guys while I was out. I was like "MOM, WE HAVE TO BE HOME SOON. I HAVE TO WRITE THE NEXT CHAPTER IN MY FANFIC. O_O" Hope you guys like this little twist! ^^ Another update soon! I promise I'll make up for my late-ness! To be honest, this was one of the most funnest chapters I've written thus far. I really enjoyed writing it. I'm going to start working on chapter 5 right now! ALSO (not sure if I have any, but just in case I do), PLEASE, NO SILENT READERS. I really, really look forward to everyone's comments and it would mean a lot to me if you would comment! I love all of the encouragement I receive from you guys! Even if it's not that great, comment and let me know you at least read it! Thank you! ^^