Perfect Chance {Chapter 5}
Title: Perfect Chance Chapter [5/6]
Pairings: Jongkey, Ontae
Rating: PG-15
Genre: AU, Romance, Angst
Disclaimer: Owns only story.
Word Count: 4279
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: this is the second last chapter of this series ((:
Usual spots for pandragonriyong, kimchistarr, a_life_defiant, cristine1001, 0nesummersday, kimkeysbum, jongkeyisreal!!
Chapter 5:
Kibum woke up the next morning when the sunlight flooded into his room, shining right on his face. He opened an eye and groaned, because he was really goddamn tired and sore. Now why the hell was he sore? Oh right he just fucked Jonghyun. That thought alone brought a blush to Kibum’s face, and he was all schoolgirl mode as he flipped himself around to see the man in question. The only problem was, Jonghyun wasn’t there. He looked around the room, and it seemed exceptionally silent and spacious. He crawled out of bed and went on to the kitchen, not missing the fact that Jonghyun’s clothes were obviously absent on the bedroom floor. No one was there. He started to panic big time, and went banging open every single door he can see, but Jonghyun was in none of them. Then realisation sank in. Jonghyun had left him. He stumbled over to the couch in the living room and slowly sank into the soft cushion, supporting himself with a shaky arm. He ran his trembling fingers through his hair, and he felt a familiar sting at the back of his eyes. Willing himself to stay strong, Kibum headed over to the kitchen to pour him a glass of water to calm his nerves and perhaps forget about this whole fucked up episode if he was lucky, but the whole house was filled with the scent of Jonghyun’s musky scent and it was like whichever corner Kibum tried to hide into, he could see Jonghyun-him smiling all so warmly, him tilting Kibum’s head to look into those two dark orbs that were so deep, him all naked and willing to take Kibum with him-and he concluded he was really deep in shit. In the end he settled to residing in the laundry room, which was really just a small space taken up mostly by the washing machine, and lifted his head up to gaze at the night sky. It was a full moon.
~//~
Kibum really tried to focus on his life for the next few hours, yet all his desires were all directed towards Jonghyun. It made absolutely no sense. There was no balance in his life when Jonghyun was around. No peaceful centre, but standing so close, taking in his scent had felt so right. So complete. So whole. They’d only known each other for such a short period of time, but Jonghyun was able to make Kibum’s senses come alive and his heart pound till all of Kibum’s body, mind and soul focused on him. He responded to him like no man he’d ever known, yet he didn’t know him. His heart pounded as if he recognised Jonghyun, and there could only be one explanation, which Kibum feared, a lot. Yin and yang, positive and negative, darkness and light, two complete opposites merging to form a perfectly balanced world. He feared he was falling for CID Kim Jonghyun.
~//~
The afternoon sun that poured through the windows of the police station and streamed onto Jonghyun’s desk lit up his badge that was lying on the table, making it seem like a religious icon. He scanned the form with little enthusiasm, and grudgingly signed on it, requesting for a search warrant. He padded over to Jinki’s desk to hand him the form, to which Jinki replied with a grunt and an equally unenthusiastic nod of approval.
“Looks good.” Jinki let his eyes scan the form in front of him, and then lifted his head to look at Jonghyun when the latter didn’t reply him for a good period of time. “What’s up?”
“Jinki… you… and Taemin?”
Jinki didn’t need to wait for Jonghyun to finish his sentence before getting his meaning. His expression dropped and he leaned back into his roller chair with too much force, causing him to glide a good distance away from his desk before he had to roll himself back and letting out a big sigh-hell he couldn’t even be less clumsy when he’s being all serious and depressed. “I just can’t wait for this case to be over.” He finally settled with that, resting his head on his knuckles.
“Jinki, as much as I hate to say this, Taemin is our suspect.”
“Jonghyun, as much as I hate to rebut you, Kibum is our informant.”
Well, shit. “I know that, I just…”
“You know, I understand.” Jinki patted Jonghyun sympathetically on the back, before watching the other man resignedly take a seat opposite his desk.
“Hyung.”
Jinki couldn’t be less than surprised-Jonghyun never regards him with respect-and he looked at the younger man straight in his eyes, waiting for him to continue.
“What would’ve happened if we met them under different circumstances?”
To this, Jinki felt his heart sink deeper, knowing that in reality, both he and Jonghyun met Taemin and Kibum in the worst of all circumstances, that they could never be together even if they wanted to. He only meekly shook his head, an indication of not knowing the answer too. They had been making progress in this case, rather significant ones to be honest, and he found himself not as elated as he expected himself to be. One thing, Jonghyun had managed to find some stolen pieces of art and missing chess pieces in the room at the party yesterday, which was why they were able to apply a search warrant to clear their doubts. Upon further investigation, they found out that in fact, Taemin and the owner of the house has had deals privately, much more than they had expected, which put Taemin in a very suspicious position, because she definitely couldn’t have gotten all those without some help from Taemin. Speaking of which, last night was a mistake for both of them. They had ended up sexing things up in the room that Jonghyun had entered, and as much as he wanted to be rational, the throbbing pain in his pants and Taemin’s lust-filled eyes were enough to blow his mind off. As Taemin fell asleep after that awesome sex, he went around the room, which led to him finding even more art pieces that would confirm Taemin’s crimes. Till now, he is still debating whether or not to report his findings, because he was sure as hell once it’s reported, things were going down. He didn’t know when or how, but somewhere in the middle of him approaching Taemin to let him break down his defence towards him, he fell in love, no matter how much he hated to admit it. Perhaps it was how Taemin let him into his secrets so easily, like he had trusted him all along, or perhaps it was the way Taemin would bend over with laughter at his jokes that no one would find funny. Maybe it was how cute Taemin looked pouting, when he didn’t get Jinki’s jokes,-usually resulting in Jinki being the only one enjoying himself and wiping away the tears of amusement-or maybe it was how sexy Taemin is when he swayed those hips of his when walking down the street. Or maybe, it was just because he was Taemin, and just Taemin. Whatever it was, he knew he was in love-as in love love, true love-with the suspect, and it was never in his plans. He had expected maybe some friendly talks, or in worst cases, having sex, and maybe having guilt stabs later on when Taemin’s arrested and put behind bars, but no, not this. True feelings were involved, and he knew he was in deeper shit than Jonghyun, because Kibum was an informant, while his Taemin, was a criminal.
Jonghyun looked at his hyung for a moment, the older deep in thoughts and pen wedged in between his fingers, before deciding to leave him alone and maybe also do some self-reflection on his own. He hadn’t told Kibum he had to leave this morning, so he could imagine how fucking angry and flustered Kibum have felt when he woke up to an empty house. He had received a call from his boss to send in a report on the case, but deep down he knew it was bullshit, because even without duty calling for him, he would have fled, because he couldn’t stand Kibum’s face when he wakes up all pretty yet wrecked at the same time, because he wasn’t sure if he wouldn’t just fuck Kibum into the bed again and again, making him regret more and more. To be honest, he was more worried about Jinki, because hell, that guy was way too deep in holy motherfucking crap. He had fallen in love with their target, and things definitely weren’t going to be pretty for Taemin from the looks of it. He gazed up from his desk to see Jinki standing by the window, face illuminated by the sun rays, expression heavy, and Jonghyun could only guess how painful it is for his hyung right now.
~//~
Kibum was planning to slack around at home the whole day, not wanting to face reality, or in other words, Jonghyun. Instead, he found himself locked up in his work room, painting like a crazed Van Gogh, inspiration hitting him like a bitch. Soon, he found himself looking at a mad huge portrait of Jonghyun, in his naked glory, half done with missing limbs. He cursed under his breath, because this was going nowhere, and he decided to chuck it aside to start on a new work. In the next few hours, he found himself surrounded by potraits of Jonghyun everywhere-naked and clothed-and he concluded he needed a break. Later in the afternoon, Taemin dropped by to hand her some antique movie posters he bought online, in a FedEx delivered tube, and rambling about how wonderful Titanic was, and how new-age movies like Tron sucked cock, to which Kibum objected violently. When Taemin left, Kibum decided to return to his work room, and he couldn’t help but be amazed at how well he was able to remember Jonghyun’s every single detail. Another doorbell rang around one and a half hour later, and when Kibum opened the door, Jonghyun had just stomped inside his house, leaving a trail of profanities in his wake and looking straight at Kibum, so stern it made Kibum cringe inwardly.
“Kibum, hand it over.”
“Well, hello to you too.”
“Stop joking, hand it over.”
“Hand what over?”
“I told you to stop protecting Taemin right? So give it to me now.”
“You know, it’s easier if you tell me what is it that I fucking have to give over now.”
“So you insist on staying this way? Fine.”
Jonghyun began going into each room, flipping open cabinets and drawers, digging deep into carton boxes and bending down to look under furnitures. Kibum was so baffled, it actually took him the time that Jonghyun used to completely ransack one room before he recovered.
“WHAT THE FUCK KIM JONGHYUN?!”
To that, Jonghyun stopped midway in opening the door to the second room and turned around to look at Kibum. He cocked an eyebrow, shifting his weight on one foot as he waited in front of the room door. “Well?”
“Well what? Shit if you could just tell me…”
“That goddamn FedEx tube. We found out he passed it to you this noon, so don’t try to deny it.”
“I wasn’t going to deny it in the first place, it was just a few pieces of bullshit Titanic posters.”
“Well, hand it over.”
“What’s the connection between Jack and Rose screaming ‘You jump I jump’ and this case?”
“Taemin. Are you giving it to me?”
“No way! I see no sense in giving it to you anyway. I have to respect his privacy.” Kibum crossed his arms over his chest indignantly.
To that, Jonghyun snorted and scoffed. “Privacy. Well hotshot, if you respected his privacy, we wouldn’t be able to listen to him have phone sex with his girlfriends or some kind, or see where the shit he’s going, or which urinal he uses when he has to pee, or…”
“Fine! But no, I’m not handing it over.”
Jonghyun only shrugged indifferently, turning around to open the door to the second room. “You know, I’m a CID and as long as that darn thing isn’t on your body, I have every way of being able to find it.” And with that, he slipped into the room, leaving Kibum shrieking “THAT’S MY ROOM YOU SON OF A BITCH!” as he slammed the room door into his fucking face.
It wasn’t tough to guess that it was Kibum’s room even if he didn’t shriek like some bitch. The walls were in bullshit pink, and the mattresses and everything were of the same colour phase. It made Jonghyun want to gag, but as soon as he hears the door opening, he sprinted like the inner cheetah he was to Kibum’s closet, hoping to find the darn tube there. But hell, when he opened it, there were fucking many boxes, stacked up against one another, and Jonghyun inwardly sighed before he grabbed the first one and dumped the contents on the ground. Kibum entered in time to be greeted with his underwear and boxers that his friend-who happens to be the boss of a thong shop-gave, plopping ungraciously on the floor, lying in a heap above one another.
“OH MY GODDDDDD!”
Jonghyun didn’t know which shocked him more, Kibum’s strangely large collection of undergarments or Kibum’s fast reflexes as he scoops everything up in one move. He raised an eyebrow at the latter when he hooked up a black vinyl underwear-which happened to be crotchless, oh fucking god-and it dangled on Jonghyun’s index finger as it swayed in front of Kibum’s eyes.
“Isn’t this like… supposed to be a female’s underwear?”
“Any business of yours?” Kibum snatched it off Jonghyun’s finger as he blushed, turning three shades of magnificent red.
“Hell, you have underwear like a fucking hooker.”
“My friend gave it to me.”
Jonghyun held up another piece as it dropped out of Kibum’s grip, and it happened to be a bright red corset with pink lace around it. “I like this.”
“Of course you will.” Kibum rolled his eyes before he snagged it away from Jonghyun. “Why are you so insistent about that tube anyway?”
Reluctantly, Jonghyun turned his gaze from the deep blue G-string that happened to drop out of Kibum’s hands again, to look at Kibum behind that gargantuan pile of kinky underwear. Ooh, Jonghyun thought he spotted a lime green swimming trunks in there. “Why did you let Taemin in your house in the first place?”
“Why can’t I? He’s my business partner.”
And a criminal, Jonghyun wanted to add, but opted to keep his mouth shut to save him from another bitch fit from Kibum. “Well, you figure it out while I head off to the next room to find the missing treasure yeah?” He walked out of the room, and Kibum hurried to pick up the trail of underwear that he had left when he realised that fucking shit, the next room was his…
Kibum slammed the pile of underwear onto his bedroom floor, making a mental note to pick up the purple lacy thongs that slipped under his bed, and raced to stop Jonghyun from entering, only to find Jonghyun standing at the door, looking fucking amused to see himself on a portrait, totally naked.
“Is that me?” He pointed to the mad huge portrait and turned to look at Kibum, lips twitching up into an amused smirk.
“I…”
“Holy cow, I’m naked.”
“Nude.”
“Same meaning no? Hey! Where are my feet and arms?”
“No time to paint them.”
“But you had time to paint my dick!”
What could he say? “I think I did a good job with your eyes.”
“My balls too.”
“I think your lips are perfectly painted here.” Another attempt to divert his attention.
“Those are my lips? Why are they so fucking puffy?”
Kibum didn’t know if he should feel pissed because Jonghyun just insulted his artwork, or thankful because Jonghyun decided to stop the discussion about his genitals.
“And what’s that ball of red thing around me?” Jonghyun continued, waving his arms in the air a little to emphasize his point.
“That’s your aura.”
“What? Is it something like vibes? Like how Taemin managed to detect red vibes from Jinki to go to the toilet? Does that mean I’m urgent in this portrait?”
Before Kibum could even answer, Jonghyun turned his attention to other two portraits at the side of the room. “I see you’ve been busy.”
The other two were smaller in size, one with Jonghyun painted as the devil, while the other was, well…
“Am I supposed to be the devil or something?”
“Uh huh, isn’t it obvious?”
“And what’s that dog doing beside me?”
“It’s a lamb.”
“Lamb? It looks like a fucking dog to me.”
Kibum didn’t bother explaining, because 1) he never explains his art pieces, and 2) he could overlook a few senseless comments and base them off shock, because well, he guessed seeing someone else paint a naked portrait of you can be kind of shocking.
“And what’s this?”
It was a painting of Jonghyun’s head on David’s body. “I used Michelangelo’s sculpture of David as my model.”
“God, look at that.” Jonghyun stuck a finger at David’s groin area. “I haven’t packed anything that tiny since I was two.”
“You’re obsessed with genitals.”
“Not me, honey.” He then turned to stick an accusing finger at Kibum. “You are the one sneaking portraits of nude men.”
“I’m an artist.”
“And I’m a fucking lab assistant.”
Okay, Jonghyun had just crossed the line. “Get out now.”
“Are you kicking me out?”
“Yes.”
“Do you think you can do it?” It was infuriating how amused Jonghyun sounded.
“Fucking yes.”
“Without your hair spray or kinky underwear?”
Okay now Kibum was furious. “Go away!” He gave Jonghyun a push, sending him stumbling back a few steps, and with the next push, Jonghyun was ready for it, so he was as steady as ever, grabbing Kibum’s wrists. “Let go, you bastard! You’re not my fucking boyfriend, you’re just a goddamn CID. I would never have a boyfriend like you!”
That actually worked in making Jonghyun release his grip, and when Kibum looked up, he was surprised to see a tinge of hurt flash past Jonghyun’s features. “Why the fuck not?”
“Negative vibes. Happy now? Oh, and I don’t like you.”
“You liked me enough last night.”
“And you hated me enough this morning.” Kibum spat bitterly, eyes glaring a hole at the portrait on the floor.
“We’re not going there. And why did you paint naked portraits of me?”
“My only interest in your…” Kibum couldn’t bring himself to say the D word.
“You can call him Mr Happy if you want.”
“Male anatomy,” Kibum settled for that. “Is that of an artist.”
“Lying gives you bad karma, you know that right?” Jonghyun lifted Kibum’s chin to make him gaze right into his brown orbs.
“I’m not lying.” Kibum tried to make it sound fierce, but it came out like a whine instead. Jonghyun chuckled before leaning in further. Kibum had thought he wanted to kiss him, and was only greeted by a flick on his forehead.
“What the fuck?”
“Goodbye honey!”
“I’m a professional artist!”
“If you say so.”
“Don’t worry, I am.”
“Tell you what, next time you need inspiration, just holler. You dress up in your naughty undies, I’ll give you a view of my anatomy. Up close and real personal.”
And with that, Jonghyun was out of the door, and Kibum was amazed at how the house seems so empty immediately after his absence.
~//~
At night, Kibum shoved all his underwear into their original container and stuffed it back into his cabinet, before he snuggled under his blanket and rested his head on the pillow. He thought back to all the moments he had spent with Jonghyun so far, and it was as if time flew when the two of them were together. He didn’t know how much time he had left with the cop, and if Taemin really would get arrested for art theft. It was as if the end is coming, he could sense it, and he was so damn scared. He was scared that Taemin was really an art thief, that his best friend turned out to be such a big ass criminal afterall, that Jonghyun and him would really have no reason to meet anymore, that his life would revert back to the dull old days before this whole shit happened again. The thought of leaving Jonghyun should excite him, instead it sent cold chills down his spine, and he realised he was truly afraid to the core. But he should know that they were yin and yang, darkness and light, day and night. They were way too different to be able to click, and that leaving was really the best choice after all.
~//~
Jonghyun resided back into his sofa after he finished a call from the station. He furrowed his eyebrows and stared at his cellphone, as if daring it to ring again and tell him that everything’s a joke, that everything’s not solved yet, that he still has an excuse to connect with Kibum. But really, it’s the end now. He leaned back further into his cushion as he stared up at the ceiling. Kibum’s face floated across his mind, and really, he’s not surprised, because all this while he’s been thinking of Kibum, Kibum, Kibum. And fuck, he really didn’t want to end it like this. It’s ironic considering how this morning he had wanted it to end quick. But he wanted to be able to see more of Kibum’s smile, his bashful smile if you showered him with compliments, his snarky smile when he’s in a bitchy mood. Jonghyun raked his fingers through his hair, hand tugging at the strands in frustration. He screamed out loud into the pillow next to him, because he wasn’t god. Because no matter how much he wanted this to continue, it really is the end.
~//~
Jinki curled up into a ball at the corner of his bathroom, his hair still dripping with water. The fragrances of his shampoo flooded his senses as he tried to make sense of what his boss had just told him. But really, all he could remember was, it was the end. The case is almost solved and all they need now was evidence. He no longer had any reasons to meet Taemin, that is, if Taemin can even meet anyone. He hugged his knees close to his chest as he pondered over Taemin’s expressions and moments spent together. How his pout made him look like a childish kid who didn’t get the attention he wanted from his mother, how his determined expression makes his features look so sharp, and how his smile seemed to be able to make Jinki believe that everything was fine, that everything wasn’t as fucked up as it is now. His body shook as he let himself cry like the kid he was, tears flowing freely as he made no attempt to stop them. The water droplets from his hair dripped onto the floor with his hot tears, and Jinki wanted to drown right there, to forget about how fucking messed up he is now, to forget about Taemin. He rocked himself back and forth as an effort to comfort himself, like how he remembered his mother used to do before she left them for a better future. He looked up at the mirror to see his nose all red, snot dripping down and damn, he was a fucked up mess. His eyes were swollen, with tears still rolling around, threatening to fall anytime soon. His face was pale, deathly pale, and he picked up his cellphone to look at the picture of him and Taemin at the art museum, at the shop, at the café, at everywhere they had gone to. And no matter how reluctant he was, his fingers glided over to select the delete button, and with courage mustered up and heart steeled, he pressed down onto the button, feeling his heart twist further with pain and becoming more of a bloody mess. Because no matter how much he wanted to hang onto Taemin to stay in his life, it was the end.
~//~
Taemin looked at the mirror, and ran his hand through his hair gently. He smiled at his own reflection, mind running off to Jinki’s laughter at the shop earlier today. He chuckled a little, and picked up his phone to look at the photo of Jinki and him at the art museum. It was his favourite, and he ran his thumb gently over the screen, gazing lovingly at Jinki’s face in the screen smiling back at him. He sighed in happiness, before setting his phone down on the bedside table and turning in for the night, the smile fixed on his face as he remembers Jinki’s voice when he bids Taemin goodnight.
~//~
And just like this, the four worlds that collide together a couple of months ago split, leaving a gaping hole in the middle. The cracks between them were painfully large, and despite three of them being in pain and extreme anguish, there was one that shone, with bright rays of joy and warm beams of bliss. That is, until the end comes.
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A/N: OKAY THIS IS ENDING )): THE NEXT CHAPTER WILL BE THE LAST, SO IM GOING TO SAVE ALL MY EMO SHIT TILL THE NEXT ONE :D
Comments people!! :D
& I AIM TO FINISH THIS BEFORE MY SCHOOL STARTS NEXT WEEK!! <3
Pairings: Jongkey, Ontae
Rating: PG-15
Genre: AU, Romance, Angst
Disclaimer: Owns only story.
Word Count: 4279
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: this is the second last chapter of this series ((:
Usual spots for pandragonriyong, kimchistarr, a_life_defiant, cristine1001, 0nesummersday, kimkeysbum, jongkeyisreal!!
Chapter 5:
Kibum woke up the next morning when the sunlight flooded into his room, shining right on his face. He opened an eye and groaned, because he was really goddamn tired and sore. Now why the hell was he sore? Oh right he just fucked Jonghyun. That thought alone brought a blush to Kibum’s face, and he was all schoolgirl mode as he flipped himself around to see the man in question. The only problem was, Jonghyun wasn’t there. He looked around the room, and it seemed exceptionally silent and spacious. He crawled out of bed and went on to the kitchen, not missing the fact that Jonghyun’s clothes were obviously absent on the bedroom floor. No one was there. He started to panic big time, and went banging open every single door he can see, but Jonghyun was in none of them. Then realisation sank in. Jonghyun had left him. He stumbled over to the couch in the living room and slowly sank into the soft cushion, supporting himself with a shaky arm. He ran his trembling fingers through his hair, and he felt a familiar sting at the back of his eyes. Willing himself to stay strong, Kibum headed over to the kitchen to pour him a glass of water to calm his nerves and perhaps forget about this whole fucked up episode if he was lucky, but the whole house was filled with the scent of Jonghyun’s musky scent and it was like whichever corner Kibum tried to hide into, he could see Jonghyun-him smiling all so warmly, him tilting Kibum’s head to look into those two dark orbs that were so deep, him all naked and willing to take Kibum with him-and he concluded he was really deep in shit. In the end he settled to residing in the laundry room, which was really just a small space taken up mostly by the washing machine, and lifted his head up to gaze at the night sky. It was a full moon.
~//~
Kibum really tried to focus on his life for the next few hours, yet all his desires were all directed towards Jonghyun. It made absolutely no sense. There was no balance in his life when Jonghyun was around. No peaceful centre, but standing so close, taking in his scent had felt so right. So complete. So whole. They’d only known each other for such a short period of time, but Jonghyun was able to make Kibum’s senses come alive and his heart pound till all of Kibum’s body, mind and soul focused on him. He responded to him like no man he’d ever known, yet he didn’t know him. His heart pounded as if he recognised Jonghyun, and there could only be one explanation, which Kibum feared, a lot. Yin and yang, positive and negative, darkness and light, two complete opposites merging to form a perfectly balanced world. He feared he was falling for CID Kim Jonghyun.
~//~
The afternoon sun that poured through the windows of the police station and streamed onto Jonghyun’s desk lit up his badge that was lying on the table, making it seem like a religious icon. He scanned the form with little enthusiasm, and grudgingly signed on it, requesting for a search warrant. He padded over to Jinki’s desk to hand him the form, to which Jinki replied with a grunt and an equally unenthusiastic nod of approval.
“Looks good.” Jinki let his eyes scan the form in front of him, and then lifted his head to look at Jonghyun when the latter didn’t reply him for a good period of time. “What’s up?”
“Jinki… you… and Taemin?”
Jinki didn’t need to wait for Jonghyun to finish his sentence before getting his meaning. His expression dropped and he leaned back into his roller chair with too much force, causing him to glide a good distance away from his desk before he had to roll himself back and letting out a big sigh-hell he couldn’t even be less clumsy when he’s being all serious and depressed. “I just can’t wait for this case to be over.” He finally settled with that, resting his head on his knuckles.
“Jinki, as much as I hate to say this, Taemin is our suspect.”
“Jonghyun, as much as I hate to rebut you, Kibum is our informant.”
Well, shit. “I know that, I just…”
“You know, I understand.” Jinki patted Jonghyun sympathetically on the back, before watching the other man resignedly take a seat opposite his desk.
“Hyung.”
Jinki couldn’t be less than surprised-Jonghyun never regards him with respect-and he looked at the younger man straight in his eyes, waiting for him to continue.
“What would’ve happened if we met them under different circumstances?”
To this, Jinki felt his heart sink deeper, knowing that in reality, both he and Jonghyun met Taemin and Kibum in the worst of all circumstances, that they could never be together even if they wanted to. He only meekly shook his head, an indication of not knowing the answer too. They had been making progress in this case, rather significant ones to be honest, and he found himself not as elated as he expected himself to be. One thing, Jonghyun had managed to find some stolen pieces of art and missing chess pieces in the room at the party yesterday, which was why they were able to apply a search warrant to clear their doubts. Upon further investigation, they found out that in fact, Taemin and the owner of the house has had deals privately, much more than they had expected, which put Taemin in a very suspicious position, because she definitely couldn’t have gotten all those without some help from Taemin. Speaking of which, last night was a mistake for both of them. They had ended up sexing things up in the room that Jonghyun had entered, and as much as he wanted to be rational, the throbbing pain in his pants and Taemin’s lust-filled eyes were enough to blow his mind off. As Taemin fell asleep after that awesome sex, he went around the room, which led to him finding even more art pieces that would confirm Taemin’s crimes. Till now, he is still debating whether or not to report his findings, because he was sure as hell once it’s reported, things were going down. He didn’t know when or how, but somewhere in the middle of him approaching Taemin to let him break down his defence towards him, he fell in love, no matter how much he hated to admit it. Perhaps it was how Taemin let him into his secrets so easily, like he had trusted him all along, or perhaps it was the way Taemin would bend over with laughter at his jokes that no one would find funny. Maybe it was how cute Taemin looked pouting, when he didn’t get Jinki’s jokes,-usually resulting in Jinki being the only one enjoying himself and wiping away the tears of amusement-or maybe it was how sexy Taemin is when he swayed those hips of his when walking down the street. Or maybe, it was just because he was Taemin, and just Taemin. Whatever it was, he knew he was in love-as in love love, true love-with the suspect, and it was never in his plans. He had expected maybe some friendly talks, or in worst cases, having sex, and maybe having guilt stabs later on when Taemin’s arrested and put behind bars, but no, not this. True feelings were involved, and he knew he was in deeper shit than Jonghyun, because Kibum was an informant, while his Taemin, was a criminal.
Jonghyun looked at his hyung for a moment, the older deep in thoughts and pen wedged in between his fingers, before deciding to leave him alone and maybe also do some self-reflection on his own. He hadn’t told Kibum he had to leave this morning, so he could imagine how fucking angry and flustered Kibum have felt when he woke up to an empty house. He had received a call from his boss to send in a report on the case, but deep down he knew it was bullshit, because even without duty calling for him, he would have fled, because he couldn’t stand Kibum’s face when he wakes up all pretty yet wrecked at the same time, because he wasn’t sure if he wouldn’t just fuck Kibum into the bed again and again, making him regret more and more. To be honest, he was more worried about Jinki, because hell, that guy was way too deep in holy motherfucking crap. He had fallen in love with their target, and things definitely weren’t going to be pretty for Taemin from the looks of it. He gazed up from his desk to see Jinki standing by the window, face illuminated by the sun rays, expression heavy, and Jonghyun could only guess how painful it is for his hyung right now.
~//~
Kibum was planning to slack around at home the whole day, not wanting to face reality, or in other words, Jonghyun. Instead, he found himself locked up in his work room, painting like a crazed Van Gogh, inspiration hitting him like a bitch. Soon, he found himself looking at a mad huge portrait of Jonghyun, in his naked glory, half done with missing limbs. He cursed under his breath, because this was going nowhere, and he decided to chuck it aside to start on a new work. In the next few hours, he found himself surrounded by potraits of Jonghyun everywhere-naked and clothed-and he concluded he needed a break. Later in the afternoon, Taemin dropped by to hand her some antique movie posters he bought online, in a FedEx delivered tube, and rambling about how wonderful Titanic was, and how new-age movies like Tron sucked cock, to which Kibum objected violently. When Taemin left, Kibum decided to return to his work room, and he couldn’t help but be amazed at how well he was able to remember Jonghyun’s every single detail. Another doorbell rang around one and a half hour later, and when Kibum opened the door, Jonghyun had just stomped inside his house, leaving a trail of profanities in his wake and looking straight at Kibum, so stern it made Kibum cringe inwardly.
“Kibum, hand it over.”
“Well, hello to you too.”
“Stop joking, hand it over.”
“Hand what over?”
“I told you to stop protecting Taemin right? So give it to me now.”
“You know, it’s easier if you tell me what is it that I fucking have to give over now.”
“So you insist on staying this way? Fine.”
Jonghyun began going into each room, flipping open cabinets and drawers, digging deep into carton boxes and bending down to look under furnitures. Kibum was so baffled, it actually took him the time that Jonghyun used to completely ransack one room before he recovered.
“WHAT THE FUCK KIM JONGHYUN?!”
To that, Jonghyun stopped midway in opening the door to the second room and turned around to look at Kibum. He cocked an eyebrow, shifting his weight on one foot as he waited in front of the room door. “Well?”
“Well what? Shit if you could just tell me…”
“That goddamn FedEx tube. We found out he passed it to you this noon, so don’t try to deny it.”
“I wasn’t going to deny it in the first place, it was just a few pieces of bullshit Titanic posters.”
“Well, hand it over.”
“What’s the connection between Jack and Rose screaming ‘You jump I jump’ and this case?”
“Taemin. Are you giving it to me?”
“No way! I see no sense in giving it to you anyway. I have to respect his privacy.” Kibum crossed his arms over his chest indignantly.
To that, Jonghyun snorted and scoffed. “Privacy. Well hotshot, if you respected his privacy, we wouldn’t be able to listen to him have phone sex with his girlfriends or some kind, or see where the shit he’s going, or which urinal he uses when he has to pee, or…”
“Fine! But no, I’m not handing it over.”
Jonghyun only shrugged indifferently, turning around to open the door to the second room. “You know, I’m a CID and as long as that darn thing isn’t on your body, I have every way of being able to find it.” And with that, he slipped into the room, leaving Kibum shrieking “THAT’S MY ROOM YOU SON OF A BITCH!” as he slammed the room door into his fucking face.
It wasn’t tough to guess that it was Kibum’s room even if he didn’t shriek like some bitch. The walls were in bullshit pink, and the mattresses and everything were of the same colour phase. It made Jonghyun want to gag, but as soon as he hears the door opening, he sprinted like the inner cheetah he was to Kibum’s closet, hoping to find the darn tube there. But hell, when he opened it, there were fucking many boxes, stacked up against one another, and Jonghyun inwardly sighed before he grabbed the first one and dumped the contents on the ground. Kibum entered in time to be greeted with his underwear and boxers that his friend-who happens to be the boss of a thong shop-gave, plopping ungraciously on the floor, lying in a heap above one another.
“OH MY GODDDDDD!”
Jonghyun didn’t know which shocked him more, Kibum’s strangely large collection of undergarments or Kibum’s fast reflexes as he scoops everything up in one move. He raised an eyebrow at the latter when he hooked up a black vinyl underwear-which happened to be crotchless, oh fucking god-and it dangled on Jonghyun’s index finger as it swayed in front of Kibum’s eyes.
“Isn’t this like… supposed to be a female’s underwear?”
“Any business of yours?” Kibum snatched it off Jonghyun’s finger as he blushed, turning three shades of magnificent red.
“Hell, you have underwear like a fucking hooker.”
“My friend gave it to me.”
Jonghyun held up another piece as it dropped out of Kibum’s grip, and it happened to be a bright red corset with pink lace around it. “I like this.”
“Of course you will.” Kibum rolled his eyes before he snagged it away from Jonghyun. “Why are you so insistent about that tube anyway?”
Reluctantly, Jonghyun turned his gaze from the deep blue G-string that happened to drop out of Kibum’s hands again, to look at Kibum behind that gargantuan pile of kinky underwear. Ooh, Jonghyun thought he spotted a lime green swimming trunks in there. “Why did you let Taemin in your house in the first place?”
“Why can’t I? He’s my business partner.”
And a criminal, Jonghyun wanted to add, but opted to keep his mouth shut to save him from another bitch fit from Kibum. “Well, you figure it out while I head off to the next room to find the missing treasure yeah?” He walked out of the room, and Kibum hurried to pick up the trail of underwear that he had left when he realised that fucking shit, the next room was his…
Kibum slammed the pile of underwear onto his bedroom floor, making a mental note to pick up the purple lacy thongs that slipped under his bed, and raced to stop Jonghyun from entering, only to find Jonghyun standing at the door, looking fucking amused to see himself on a portrait, totally naked.
“Is that me?” He pointed to the mad huge portrait and turned to look at Kibum, lips twitching up into an amused smirk.
“I…”
“Holy cow, I’m naked.”
“Nude.”
“Same meaning no? Hey! Where are my feet and arms?”
“No time to paint them.”
“But you had time to paint my dick!”
What could he say? “I think I did a good job with your eyes.”
“My balls too.”
“I think your lips are perfectly painted here.” Another attempt to divert his attention.
“Those are my lips? Why are they so fucking puffy?”
Kibum didn’t know if he should feel pissed because Jonghyun just insulted his artwork, or thankful because Jonghyun decided to stop the discussion about his genitals.
“And what’s that ball of red thing around me?” Jonghyun continued, waving his arms in the air a little to emphasize his point.
“That’s your aura.”
“What? Is it something like vibes? Like how Taemin managed to detect red vibes from Jinki to go to the toilet? Does that mean I’m urgent in this portrait?”
Before Kibum could even answer, Jonghyun turned his attention to other two portraits at the side of the room. “I see you’ve been busy.”
The other two were smaller in size, one with Jonghyun painted as the devil, while the other was, well…
“Am I supposed to be the devil or something?”
“Uh huh, isn’t it obvious?”
“And what’s that dog doing beside me?”
“It’s a lamb.”
“Lamb? It looks like a fucking dog to me.”
Kibum didn’t bother explaining, because 1) he never explains his art pieces, and 2) he could overlook a few senseless comments and base them off shock, because well, he guessed seeing someone else paint a naked portrait of you can be kind of shocking.
“And what’s this?”
It was a painting of Jonghyun’s head on David’s body. “I used Michelangelo’s sculpture of David as my model.”
“God, look at that.” Jonghyun stuck a finger at David’s groin area. “I haven’t packed anything that tiny since I was two.”
“You’re obsessed with genitals.”
“Not me, honey.” He then turned to stick an accusing finger at Kibum. “You are the one sneaking portraits of nude men.”
“I’m an artist.”
“And I’m a fucking lab assistant.”
Okay, Jonghyun had just crossed the line. “Get out now.”
“Are you kicking me out?”
“Yes.”
“Do you think you can do it?” It was infuriating how amused Jonghyun sounded.
“Fucking yes.”
“Without your hair spray or kinky underwear?”
Okay now Kibum was furious. “Go away!” He gave Jonghyun a push, sending him stumbling back a few steps, and with the next push, Jonghyun was ready for it, so he was as steady as ever, grabbing Kibum’s wrists. “Let go, you bastard! You’re not my fucking boyfriend, you’re just a goddamn CID. I would never have a boyfriend like you!”
That actually worked in making Jonghyun release his grip, and when Kibum looked up, he was surprised to see a tinge of hurt flash past Jonghyun’s features. “Why the fuck not?”
“Negative vibes. Happy now? Oh, and I don’t like you.”
“You liked me enough last night.”
“And you hated me enough this morning.” Kibum spat bitterly, eyes glaring a hole at the portrait on the floor.
“We’re not going there. And why did you paint naked portraits of me?”
“My only interest in your…” Kibum couldn’t bring himself to say the D word.
“You can call him Mr Happy if you want.”
“Male anatomy,” Kibum settled for that. “Is that of an artist.”
“Lying gives you bad karma, you know that right?” Jonghyun lifted Kibum’s chin to make him gaze right into his brown orbs.
“I’m not lying.” Kibum tried to make it sound fierce, but it came out like a whine instead. Jonghyun chuckled before leaning in further. Kibum had thought he wanted to kiss him, and was only greeted by a flick on his forehead.
“What the fuck?”
“Goodbye honey!”
“I’m a professional artist!”
“If you say so.”
“Don’t worry, I am.”
“Tell you what, next time you need inspiration, just holler. You dress up in your naughty undies, I’ll give you a view of my anatomy. Up close and real personal.”
And with that, Jonghyun was out of the door, and Kibum was amazed at how the house seems so empty immediately after his absence.
~//~
At night, Kibum shoved all his underwear into their original container and stuffed it back into his cabinet, before he snuggled under his blanket and rested his head on the pillow. He thought back to all the moments he had spent with Jonghyun so far, and it was as if time flew when the two of them were together. He didn’t know how much time he had left with the cop, and if Taemin really would get arrested for art theft. It was as if the end is coming, he could sense it, and he was so damn scared. He was scared that Taemin was really an art thief, that his best friend turned out to be such a big ass criminal afterall, that Jonghyun and him would really have no reason to meet anymore, that his life would revert back to the dull old days before this whole shit happened again. The thought of leaving Jonghyun should excite him, instead it sent cold chills down his spine, and he realised he was truly afraid to the core. But he should know that they were yin and yang, darkness and light, day and night. They were way too different to be able to click, and that leaving was really the best choice after all.
~//~
Jonghyun resided back into his sofa after he finished a call from the station. He furrowed his eyebrows and stared at his cellphone, as if daring it to ring again and tell him that everything’s a joke, that everything’s not solved yet, that he still has an excuse to connect with Kibum. But really, it’s the end now. He leaned back further into his cushion as he stared up at the ceiling. Kibum’s face floated across his mind, and really, he’s not surprised, because all this while he’s been thinking of Kibum, Kibum, Kibum. And fuck, he really didn’t want to end it like this. It’s ironic considering how this morning he had wanted it to end quick. But he wanted to be able to see more of Kibum’s smile, his bashful smile if you showered him with compliments, his snarky smile when he’s in a bitchy mood. Jonghyun raked his fingers through his hair, hand tugging at the strands in frustration. He screamed out loud into the pillow next to him, because he wasn’t god. Because no matter how much he wanted this to continue, it really is the end.
~//~
Jinki curled up into a ball at the corner of his bathroom, his hair still dripping with water. The fragrances of his shampoo flooded his senses as he tried to make sense of what his boss had just told him. But really, all he could remember was, it was the end. The case is almost solved and all they need now was evidence. He no longer had any reasons to meet Taemin, that is, if Taemin can even meet anyone. He hugged his knees close to his chest as he pondered over Taemin’s expressions and moments spent together. How his pout made him look like a childish kid who didn’t get the attention he wanted from his mother, how his determined expression makes his features look so sharp, and how his smile seemed to be able to make Jinki believe that everything was fine, that everything wasn’t as fucked up as it is now. His body shook as he let himself cry like the kid he was, tears flowing freely as he made no attempt to stop them. The water droplets from his hair dripped onto the floor with his hot tears, and Jinki wanted to drown right there, to forget about how fucking messed up he is now, to forget about Taemin. He rocked himself back and forth as an effort to comfort himself, like how he remembered his mother used to do before she left them for a better future. He looked up at the mirror to see his nose all red, snot dripping down and damn, he was a fucked up mess. His eyes were swollen, with tears still rolling around, threatening to fall anytime soon. His face was pale, deathly pale, and he picked up his cellphone to look at the picture of him and Taemin at the art museum, at the shop, at the café, at everywhere they had gone to. And no matter how reluctant he was, his fingers glided over to select the delete button, and with courage mustered up and heart steeled, he pressed down onto the button, feeling his heart twist further with pain and becoming more of a bloody mess. Because no matter how much he wanted to hang onto Taemin to stay in his life, it was the end.
~//~
Taemin looked at the mirror, and ran his hand through his hair gently. He smiled at his own reflection, mind running off to Jinki’s laughter at the shop earlier today. He chuckled a little, and picked up his phone to look at the photo of Jinki and him at the art museum. It was his favourite, and he ran his thumb gently over the screen, gazing lovingly at Jinki’s face in the screen smiling back at him. He sighed in happiness, before setting his phone down on the bedside table and turning in for the night, the smile fixed on his face as he remembers Jinki’s voice when he bids Taemin goodnight.
~//~
And just like this, the four worlds that collide together a couple of months ago split, leaving a gaping hole in the middle. The cracks between them were painfully large, and despite three of them being in pain and extreme anguish, there was one that shone, with bright rays of joy and warm beams of bliss. That is, until the end comes.
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A/N: OKAY THIS IS ENDING )): THE NEXT CHAPTER WILL BE THE LAST, SO IM GOING TO SAVE ALL MY EMO SHIT TILL THE NEXT ONE :D
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& I AIM TO FINISH THIS BEFORE MY SCHOOL STARTS NEXT WEEK!! <3