The Type
Author: kibum412
Pairing: Jongyu
Word Count: ~1053 or so....
A/N: ....so this was a product of one beer too many, listening to my metal playlist, and looking at pictures of Onew in Rock of Ages and Jonghyun in the Internet War performances.
....I regret nothing ^^"
He really didn't seem like the type of guy that would come to a place like this. I have English with him, and he NEVER dresses like this.... even his hair is different.... kinda.
Usually he wears bright colors.... something like an orange polo and dark wash jeans.... tonight, though? Tonight, he's drenched in black. Black leather jacket with black studs, black tee with flaming skulls, black leather glove.... just one. Black jeans.... jeans that hug those delicious legs in ALL the right ways with a shining silver wallet chain draped across his hip.... black mid calf Doc Martins.
This man does things to me.
See, I was attracted to him before because he was everything I wasn't. He was bright in every way. The world could survive on his smile instead of the sun. He was second in our class. He was BRIGHT.
We've been friends for a few months, and I thought I had him pegged, but seeing him this way.... all dark like a black hole sucking me in.... seeing him this way changed the game.
"Jonghyun?!"
"Jinki, hey.... what are you doing here?"
"What are YOU doing here?"
"Drinking before we're up on stage.... you didn't answer my question."
"If I answered, I'd be repeating what you just said."
"No, I mean.... you just didn't seem the type."
"There's a type?"
"....Don't toy with me, Jinki. You know what I mean."
"I suppose I do, but there's always something under the surface, isn't there?"
"You got me there. So you're performing, eh?"
"Yeah. I'm up in 45."
"Ah, so you're on after us."
"YOU'RE part of The Silence?"
"I'm the singer."
"Wow.... I've always heard of you guys, but I haven't been able to catch you.... any time you feel like wiping that smug-ass grin off your face, that'd be great, thanks."
"Sorry. I just can't believe you're a fan."
"Never said I was a fan."
"Touche'. So what's your role?"
"Same as yours."
"Is that so? I'll have to hang around to watch you. I gotta go, though. It's time. See you after?"
"Find me."
I do nothing but throw a smirk at him over my shoulder as I walk to the stage.
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Our performance was great, but that's not what I'm here to talk about.
Jinki's voice is something I will forever be jealous of. The way he strings phrases together with that mouth is something that will always turn me on. The soul he puts into every word will draw me in endlessly.
"So how was it?"
"How do you do that?"
"Do what?"
"Sing like that?"
"I could ask you the same thing."
"But you're not, so answer my question."
"I dunno, I just.... feel what I'm singing. I mean every word like I know you do.... Actually, I was hoping that you'd teach me how to scream like that."
"Yeah, sure. What're ya doing on Thursday?"
"I have an 8am, but I get out at noon. Free after that."
"Ok. Meet me in the choir room at 12:30. There's something I want in exchange for this, though."
"Wassat?"
"Dinner. Friday night."
"You're awfully presumptuous. What if I'm not into guys?"
"Are you?"
"Yeah."
"Well, that solves that."
"And if I say no?"
"Doesn't change the fact that I'll teach you. I'll just be a bit bummed."
"You're in luck. I happen to like dinner on Friday nights."
"Ok, then. I'll pick you up around 6:30?"
"Good shit."
"Alright then."
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See, the thing about Jinki is that he has two sides. Two sides that blend together like egg yolk and white.
That Thursday was spent in the choir room screaming our lungs out and drinking lots of tea and water. That's when the bright side of Jinki showed.
He showed up in a yellow v-neck and white skinny jeans.... black and yellow Osiris skate shoes on his feet and a yellow plaid newsboy cap on his head.
"You're awful bright today."
"Dark colors are my armor. Gets me pumped for the stage. I don't need to be armored otherwise."
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Friday was something altogether different. When I showed up, he was wearing a light blue jean jacket. Sleeves were missing, and it was covered in patches. Another black t-shirt was under that, and dark grey jeans hugged every curve of those legs. He brought out the Doc Martins again.
"You're dark again tonight."
"I look good dark."
"So you're trying to look good for me? ....Or is this your armor?"
"I'm trying to look good with you, and I don't need to be armored. Not now."
I originally planned on taking him to the diner on East Carson, but he insisted on just going straight to the Moose.
I guess over the course of the night, the food and the dancing we did was no match for the amount of alcohol we'd consumed, because before I knew it, we were in a cab heading to my place, and Jinki's mouth was weaving phrases across my neck.
"I was waiting for you to see me, Jonghyun. Like really see me."
"I've always seen you, Jinki. I've seen everything you allowed me to see."
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I don't know exactly how we ended up like this, but complaining wasn't an option. He just felt too good on me.... in me. Every roll of his hips was like the crescendo and decrescendo of his voice as he sang.
The darkness of his eyes and the sweat of his skin were like a black hole and a supernova combined.
The slide of his cock inside me was smooth and sweet.
His tongue tangling with mine was like silk.
"Jinki....Jin-AHH-Jinki!"
"Yeah, babe.... yeah...."
"Mine. You're.... fuuuuuuck, Jinki.... You're mine, right? Keep it right there,fuck...."
"I've always been yours. Now you're mine."
He kissed me again deeply before breaking away and moving to my ear to nibble and lick and moan.
"I'm close, baby. You close?"
"Yeah.... Yeah, so close."
"Then come for me. Let me hear you scream."
Jinki made the world go white.
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He really didn't seem like the type of guy that would come to a place like this.... My place. My bed. My arms.
"Did you really mean what you said to me?"
"I meant everything I said to you."
"Then I'm yours?"
"And I belong to you."
Pairing: Jongyu
Word Count: ~1053 or so....
A/N: ....so this was a product of one beer too many, listening to my metal playlist, and looking at pictures of Onew in Rock of Ages and Jonghyun in the Internet War performances.
....I regret nothing ^^"
He really didn't seem like the type of guy that would come to a place like this. I have English with him, and he NEVER dresses like this.... even his hair is different.... kinda.
Usually he wears bright colors.... something like an orange polo and dark wash jeans.... tonight, though? Tonight, he's drenched in black. Black leather jacket with black studs, black tee with flaming skulls, black leather glove.... just one. Black jeans.... jeans that hug those delicious legs in ALL the right ways with a shining silver wallet chain draped across his hip.... black mid calf Doc Martins.
This man does things to me.
See, I was attracted to him before because he was everything I wasn't. He was bright in every way. The world could survive on his smile instead of the sun. He was second in our class. He was BRIGHT.
We've been friends for a few months, and I thought I had him pegged, but seeing him this way.... all dark like a black hole sucking me in.... seeing him this way changed the game.
"Jonghyun?!"
"Jinki, hey.... what are you doing here?"
"What are YOU doing here?"
"Drinking before we're up on stage.... you didn't answer my question."
"If I answered, I'd be repeating what you just said."
"No, I mean.... you just didn't seem the type."
"There's a type?"
"....Don't toy with me, Jinki. You know what I mean."
"I suppose I do, but there's always something under the surface, isn't there?"
"You got me there. So you're performing, eh?"
"Yeah. I'm up in 45."
"Ah, so you're on after us."
"YOU'RE part of The Silence?"
"I'm the singer."
"Wow.... I've always heard of you guys, but I haven't been able to catch you.... any time you feel like wiping that smug-ass grin off your face, that'd be great, thanks."
"Sorry. I just can't believe you're a fan."
"Never said I was a fan."
"Touche'. So what's your role?"
"Same as yours."
"Is that so? I'll have to hang around to watch you. I gotta go, though. It's time. See you after?"
"Find me."
I do nothing but throw a smirk at him over my shoulder as I walk to the stage.
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Our performance was great, but that's not what I'm here to talk about.
Jinki's voice is something I will forever be jealous of. The way he strings phrases together with that mouth is something that will always turn me on. The soul he puts into every word will draw me in endlessly.
"So how was it?"
"How do you do that?"
"Do what?"
"Sing like that?"
"I could ask you the same thing."
"But you're not, so answer my question."
"I dunno, I just.... feel what I'm singing. I mean every word like I know you do.... Actually, I was hoping that you'd teach me how to scream like that."
"Yeah, sure. What're ya doing on Thursday?"
"I have an 8am, but I get out at noon. Free after that."
"Ok. Meet me in the choir room at 12:30. There's something I want in exchange for this, though."
"Wassat?"
"Dinner. Friday night."
"You're awfully presumptuous. What if I'm not into guys?"
"Are you?"
"Yeah."
"Well, that solves that."
"And if I say no?"
"Doesn't change the fact that I'll teach you. I'll just be a bit bummed."
"You're in luck. I happen to like dinner on Friday nights."
"Ok, then. I'll pick you up around 6:30?"
"Good shit."
"Alright then."
----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
See, the thing about Jinki is that he has two sides. Two sides that blend together like egg yolk and white.
That Thursday was spent in the choir room screaming our lungs out and drinking lots of tea and water. That's when the bright side of Jinki showed.
He showed up in a yellow v-neck and white skinny jeans.... black and yellow Osiris skate shoes on his feet and a yellow plaid newsboy cap on his head.
"You're awful bright today."
"Dark colors are my armor. Gets me pumped for the stage. I don't need to be armored otherwise."
----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Friday was something altogether different. When I showed up, he was wearing a light blue jean jacket. Sleeves were missing, and it was covered in patches. Another black t-shirt was under that, and dark grey jeans hugged every curve of those legs. He brought out the Doc Martins again.
"You're dark again tonight."
"I look good dark."
"So you're trying to look good for me? ....Or is this your armor?"
"I'm trying to look good with you, and I don't need to be armored. Not now."
I originally planned on taking him to the diner on East Carson, but he insisted on just going straight to the Moose.
I guess over the course of the night, the food and the dancing we did was no match for the amount of alcohol we'd consumed, because before I knew it, we were in a cab heading to my place, and Jinki's mouth was weaving phrases across my neck.
"I was waiting for you to see me, Jonghyun. Like really see me."
"I've always seen you, Jinki. I've seen everything you allowed me to see."
----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
I don't know exactly how we ended up like this, but complaining wasn't an option. He just felt too good on me.... in me. Every roll of his hips was like the crescendo and decrescendo of his voice as he sang.
The darkness of his eyes and the sweat of his skin were like a black hole and a supernova combined.
The slide of his cock inside me was smooth and sweet.
His tongue tangling with mine was like silk.
"Jinki....Jin-AHH-Jinki!"
"Yeah, babe.... yeah...."
"Mine. You're.... fuuuuuuck, Jinki.... You're mine, right? Keep it right there,fuck...."
"I've always been yours. Now you're mine."
He kissed me again deeply before breaking away and moving to my ear to nibble and lick and moan.
"I'm close, baby. You close?"
"Yeah.... Yeah, so close."
"Then come for me. Let me hear you scream."
Jinki made the world go white.
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He really didn't seem like the type of guy that would come to a place like this.... My place. My bed. My arms.
"Did you really mean what you said to me?"
"I meant everything I said to you."
"Then I'm yours?"
"And I belong to you."