Perfect Chance {Chapter 2}
Title: Perfect Chance
Pairings: Jongkey, tentative!Ontae
Rating: PG-15
Genre: AU, Romance
Disclaimer: Owns only story.
Word Count: 2627
Summary: Kibum thought that being helpful brings good karma. Had he known that helping a friend fill in his job as a waiter at a burger joint would result in Kim Jonghyun accusing his best friend of art theft, he would have definitely stayed in bed.
Kim Kibum was the sexiest lead that Jonghyun ever had to get close to. Yes, getting close to Kibum to dig out information about his best friend's crime was definitely no hardship for him. But Kibum doesn't feel the same way. And when Jonghyun demands to pose as his boyfriend to find out the real art thief if it wasn't his best friend like he claimed, things start to get complicated.
OR Alt Summary: Seoul's top CID meets sexy-as-hell lead. Drama ensues.
A/N: I could have updated yesterday but i had to alternate with my other fic.
Chapter 2:
“Where you going?” Taemin mumbled out while chewing on a stick of gum.
“Can you give me all your errands today? I’ll do them.”
Taemin shot Kibum a surprised look. “All?”
“Yes.”
“What happened?”
“Nothing.”
Taemin knew better than to continue to pester his hyung to blurt the truth. Instead, he nodded and handed over some envelopes. “I was supposed to meet some of the dealers today. Well, I guess it’s the same if you go.”
“Thank you.” With that, Kibum shot off towards the door, trying his best to ignore how Jonghyun walked out of the storeroom and stared at him.
Taemin awkwardly looked between the two and gulped. Lovers’ spat.
~//~
Kibum kept to his promise of not returning to the shop. The whole day. When the doorbell chimed at around 6pm in the evening, Jonghyun felt his heart swell with hope. Maybe it’s Kibum.
“Hello?” And died when he heard a familiar voice.
He walked out from the spare room that he had been fixing the loose cabinet in, and saw Taemin already tending to Jinki.
“Hi there. Are you looking for anything specific?”
“Oh actually I’m Jonghyun’s friend. Heard that he’s working here so I thought I would come check him out. Oh there he is. Hey Jjong!” Jinki waved while smiling that goddamn bright smile of his. Jonghyun only nodded in response, earning a displeased grunt from his friend.
“Oh in that case, I’ll leave you two to chat it up.” Taemin excused himself back into his office. Jinki peeped over his shoulders to find Taemin drawing the curtains to his office shut, and made sure that the person in question would not hear his following conversation before he spoke.
“So how’s things?”
“Working out just fine. I’m finding a chance to wiretap the phone in his office, then the rest of you can check out his conversations.”
Jinki nodded, apparently pleased with the way things were going so smoothly. “Uh huh. What can I do then?”
Jonghyun looked up from the cabinet. “You? Focus on how to avoid being a total hurricane will you? Do you have any idea how dangerous is it for you in here? There’s wood shards and nails everywhere. And look, that’s a hammer. You’re never getting near that, and this.” Jonghyun pointed to his almost-fixed cabinet. “I spent the whole afternoon on this.”
Jinki gave a drastic sigh. “Why don’t my best friend trust me?” When he received no response, he carried on. “Fine, point noted. By the way, that Taemin guy is kind of hot, don’t you think so?” When the other replied with a shake of his head, Jinki gasped. “How can your taste in guys be so different from mine?! Did you see the way he smiled? Damn, I needed my sunglasses to protect my eyes. Maybe I’ll borrow yours. Since I haven’t seen you wear it ever since you poked yourself in the eye with that. Anyway, do you know his number? I can have fun stalking him. You know? Like…”
Jinki waved his hands around to prove his point. And boy, was that a mistake. His hand smacked straight into the hammer, which ended up on the cabinet that Jonghyun had been fixing after flying through the air at a godly speed. Bulls eye. Jinki stared at the mess, and looked up to find Jonghyun literally shaking with anger.
“Actually look, it isn’t that bad. It can be considered to be artistic in a few ways yeah? From some angle, it kinda looks cool. And hey I think this is even better than before…”
“Scram before I decide to use your head to hammer the cabinet back to shape.”
And Jinki didn’t need to be told twice before he fled.
~//~
Jonghyun grumbled when he saw Jinki lean against the counter top in a casual manner, chatting things up with Taemin the next afternoon. He was amazed at how the two could totally ignore his presence and be so absorbed in their own world. I mean come on, Jonghyun wasn’t that of a midget. And he had muscles. Muscles make everyone stop what they are doing to gawk at them right? He cleared his throat to notify the couple of his presence.
“Oh hi! Didn’t see you there.” Jinki quipped, a permanent smile slapped on his face.
Yeah too absorbed in your own pathetic world. “Yeah what’re you doing here again?”
“Thanks for being so appreciative of my presence. In case you don’t know, I’m here for Taemin actually. You know, to get to know each other better.”
Taemin responded with his own vibrant smile, eyes twinkling with joy and was that affection Jonghyun saw? “Yeah just, things kinda gets slow on weekday afternoons.”
Right after Taemin finished his sentence, Kibum pushed open the front door and walked in, clad in a dark purple polo tee and black skinnies. Three pairs of eyes focus on him, and he shifted uncomfortably under the attention.
“Oh you know what? I think I have a stomachache. Come on Jinki let’s go.” Taemin exclaimed all of a sudden, causing the others to jump a little.
“Go where?”
“To the toilet.”
“But there’s one here though.”
“It’s not enough!”
Jinki stared at him, wide-eyed. “Not enough? You mean your shit’s gonna overflow and flood the whole shop?”
“NO! I mean it’s not enough for the two of us. And one of us will be waiting with a tummyache. How nasty right!”
“What? I don’t have a stomachache!”
“Yes you do, bastard.” Taemin glared at Jinki straight in his eyes, eyebrows wriggling slightly to inform the other of his intentions to leave the two alone.
“No I don’t.” Jinki, dense as he is, shook his head defiantly, hands rubbing his tummy.
“I know you do.”
“How?”
“Vibes. Your stomach is communicating well with me. Tells me it’s in pain. You have dark red vibes around you. Means you need to go to the toilet. Like right now.” And with that, Taemin dragged a confused Jinki out of the shop, the latter tripping over his own foot on the way. Jonghyun swore he heard Taemin mumble something along the line of goddamn it, what the fuck is inside that empty shell of yours?, just before the door shuts. Shutting them into the confines of an awkward silence, tension building thick in the air. He saw Kibum look around nervously before scratching his head.
“I’ll be in my office, if you need anything.” And off he went flying into his office for solace and comfort.
Well, that was fast. Jonghyun headed dejectedly back into his working space.
~//~
A knock on the door pulled Kibum out of his thoughts. He looked down to see millions of “Kim Jonghyun” writings stare back at him, the pen still in his hands.
He sighed. This is getting nowhere. “Come in.”
Jonghyun poked his head in between the gap that he had leave when he opened the door, and Kibum thought it looked kinda cute. If both of them weren’t in such an uncomfortable situation he might have went over and patted him on the head while pinching his cheeks.
“Erm.. I finished the cabinet Taemin asked me to fix.”
Then go home to save my sanity. “So you need a new task?”
Jonghyun nodded his head, biting his lower lip while playing with his fingers.
Kibum glanced at the clock. It was only one in the afternoon, and he was hella sure Taemin wouldn’t come back in another 5 hours’ time.
This is gonna be long.
~//~
Both of them decided that they were going to build a rack to put all the new shipments that were arriving in a few days’ time. Nothing complicated though, just hammering a few plywood together and so. Jonghyun handed one end of the measuring tape to Kibum, who duly held it against the wood, and he knelt down on one knee to measure the other end.
“Hey can I ask you a question?” Kibum croaked out, breaking the silence in the work room.
Jonghyun glanced up from his position, but his gaze never reached Kibum’s face. It slid up from his ankles and stopped at his crotch. And camped there. Kibum shifted his legs to break Jonghyun from his trance, and Jonghyun looked up at him. Without any guilt of being caught staring at someone else’s manhood.
“You may. Doesn’t mean I’ll answer though.” He grinned lazily, unconscious of the way Kibum’s heart melted into a pile of goo at the sight of that.
“Were you ever married?”
“Nope, but close to it though.”
“How close?”
“I thought about marrying her.”
Kibum couldn’t help but roll his eyes. He wasn’t sure thinking about marrying someone was close to actually being married. “What happened?”
“Took a good look at her mum and ran like hell for my life.” He chuckled like he just said something real funny. “You can let go of the tape now.”
The measuring tape went zipping straight into his thumb.
“SHIT! You did it on purpose didn’t you?”
“Why would I? I’m accumulating good karma remember?”
Jonghyun only shook his head and tended to his now hurting thumb.
“But I bet you want girlfriends that are goddesses in the kitchen and on bed huh?”
“I’m not that particular about looks. Just make sure that it’s above above average. But no acrylic nails though. I don’t need daggers poking at my jewels at night.”
“But I’m right about the cooking part?”
“Yeah, I can’t cook. But isn’t it a given that girls must cook?”
Typical male chauvinist pig. “Why the hell must she do that?”
“Isn’t it the same like the guys must fix the car if it is faulty?”
With that, Kibum could only shake his head. Jonghyun was too deep in shit to understand anything he would have said. “Well, I think you can stay single for a while more. A long while more.”
“Why? You can detect vibes like Taemin does too?”
“I don’t have to be able to detect vibes to know that you are not going to be married in a while.” Kibum picked at his nails. “Unless there’s something good in it for them.”
“There is.” Jonghyun was now dangerously close to him, definitely too close for his comfort. “Me.” Jonghyun whispered into his ears, hot breath tickling his cheeks.
“Well, I was thinking of something good actually.”
“I am good. Better than you imagined. Wanna try?” Jonghyun’s low voice stirred up desire at the bottom of Kibum’s stomach, but Kibum had gathered his sanity and self-control to reject him.
“Well, I’ll take your words for it. No need for me to try.”
Jonghyun chuckled. “Your turn.”
“My turn to what? Show you how good I am? What the fuck? I’ll just…” Kibum stopped mid-sentence when he heard Jonghyun laugh.
“I meant your turn to answer a question.”
Oh. Now Kibum felt like an idiot, a pervertic one at that. He felt his face flush red and heat up.
“Go on.”
”Why is it that a guy like you is still single?”
Kibum tried his best to control his breathing. “A guy like me?”
Jonghyun slid up even closer to Kibum, if that was even possible, and ran a thumb over Kibum’s lips. “With your pouty lips like that and your eyes that seductive, you could make a man forget everything.”
This was it. Kibum officially lost control of his breathing and sanity. “Like what?”
Jonghyun lowered his mouth onto Kibum’s. “Like why it isn’t a good idea if I kiss you.” He clung onto Kibum’s hips and pulled him closer. “All over.” Kibum sucked in a breath and let out a shaky gasp. “Like why we wouldn’t spend the day like we would if you were really my boyfriend.” His lips brushed across Kibum’s and the latter opened up to him, unable to resist the pull of desire curling his toes. The tip of Jonghyun’s tongue touched his own, then Jonghyun drew it into his mouth. Jonghyun took his time kissing her, drawing out the pleasure with the lingering caresses of his lips and tongue. Even as he pushed Kibum against the wall, fingers intertwined together and Kibum’s arms pinned up above him, their lips clung together and Jonghyun’s tongue gently plunged inside Kibum’s warm cavern, then retreated. Teasing even as he soothed Kibum with his mouth. Kibum’s position against the wall arched his back and he jerked his hips towards Jonghyun, crashing his hard member against the other’s equally aroused length. Kibum felt the desire build up inside him, and when Jonghyun kissed him harder, he turned all squishy inside. Hot liquid started pooling low in his abdomen, and he dragged out a low moan deep within his chest. He heard it but barely recognised it as his own. Jonghyun then moved on to sucking his neck, nipping at his soft skin there, and licked his earlobe while blowing hot air into his ear. He dug his fingers into Jonghyun’s taut arms and heaved out a shaky breath.
Then he heard some sort of a throat clearing, and thought it as Jonghyun’s. Although he didn’t figure out how it was possible for Jonghyun to do that when his tongue was deep in his own throat. Suddenly, Jonghyun pulled back violently, and Kibum groaned at the lack of body warmth. He opened his eyes-when did he close them?-and saw Jonghyun staring at something in the distance. Kibum too, turned in that direction and was greeted with Taemin standing embarrassingly at the door of the room, eyes darting everywhere except for the couple.
“Ermm… I came back to take something. And remind you to call the clients that I highlighted in the files, because Jinki said he was going to bring me to an art museum to look at the newest art pieces. Hope I didn’t interrupt anything though. Please err… continue.” Taemin scampered out of the shop, leaving the two still breathing heavily from their episode earlier on.
“I’m going to erm… tend the shop.” Kibum stammered, his cheeks tainted red and his breathing shallow.
“Kibum?”
Kibum’s breath hitched at the sound of Jonghyun’s voice, all soft and warm. “Yes?”
“Look at me.”
He dared himself to look into Jonghyun’s eyes. “Hmmm?”
“You are not shaken up over that kiss are you?”
Kibum unconsciously bit his lower lip, still swollen and cherry-red. “What?”
“I mean, you know? It’s just a kiss right? Nothing else involved?”
Kibum willed himself to stay strong and fought back the tears that were threatening to spill. “Yeah I know, it’s a kiss.”
Jonghyun let out a breath. And did he look relieved? “Okay I was afraid that you’ll…” Jonghyun trailed off.
Kibum blinked back the tears. He wasn’t going to appear weak and torn in front of Jonghyun.
“By the way Kibum? Was there anything that you brought along on your body? Maybe some voodoo doll or some kind?”
Kibum looked at Jonghyun incredulously. “You think I’ll put a spell on you?”
“Figures. I wouldn’t have been so out of control.”
“How old are you? Did your brain get smashed by a lorry or something? You think you kissed me because I cast a spell on you?”
“What? Why are you so butt-hurt about this? I was just asking right?”
“You know what?” Kibum swallowed, hard. “Fuck you. If I could cast a spell on you, I won’t cast a love spell. I’ll make sure you die knowing how it feels to be so goddamn insignificant to someone else.”
With that, Kibum turned on his heel and left, tears spilling from his eyes, heart bleeding endlessly.
The second time Kibum had cried over Jonghyun.
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