Perfect Chance {Chapter 1}
Title: Perfect Chance
Pairings: Jongkey, tentative!Ontae
Rating: PG-13
Genre: AU, Romance
Disclaimer: Owns only story.
Word Count: 2584
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 slightly longer. I meant for it to be longer. But I had to end it here :/
COMMENTS PLEASE?? I need to know if i'm lacking in my writing or plot :X
Chapter 1:
“Hey. Done with your phone call?” Jonghyun flashed him his No.1 killer smile when he saw Kibum put down his phone. Oh damn his blings. Jonghyun made a mental note to stop raising his arm subconsciously to shield his poor eyes when he saw the latter stare him down like he grew an extra manhood. Damn, he had to look down to confirm he didn’t.
“Yeah what do you want?”
“Just apologising for that little act my friend pulled just now.” Jonghyun stuck a hand in the direction where Jinki was seated to show Kibum where exactly the culprit from earlier on was. And god he shouldn’t have done so. Then Kibum wouldn’t have to see how Jinki accidentally knocked another waiter-someone else hasn’t been accumulating good karma too-right in his crotch when he attempted to wave to them. Jonghyun mentally groaned and swung back in time to see Kibum roll his eyes at Jinki’s idiocy. But really, who wouldn’t?
“Anyway, whatever it is. I heard you on your phone just now. You know Taemin? Could it by any chance, be Lee Taemin who owns the shop with the world’s gayest name, T&K’s Cute Little Shop?”
“Who the hell are you? And yes, that’s him I was talking to. I’ll just overlook the fact that you were eavesdropping on me.”
Jonghyun decided not to tell him that in fact, HE had been the one to disregard his presence, to prevent the latter’s impression of him to worsen. An uncomfortable silence hung around both of them, and Kibum decided to end it by walking away (Please, he still have a job to do.) until,
“Kibum-sshi? I’ve got something to discuss with you…”
~//~
Kibum tossed around in bed as he stared at the silver rays of moonlight peeking into his room through his curtains. He really should be sleeping now, he had to go back to his shop tomorrow. He really shouldn’t be thinking about what Jonghyun told him earlier on at the burger joint. But whenever he shut his eyes, Jonghyun’s words seemed to haunt him like no tomorrow. Damn, even when he opened his eyes, Kibum still couldn’t forget his words.
“Kibum-sshi? I’ve got something to discuss with you. Regarding your friend Lee Taemin, we suspect he’s an art thief. We have enough evidence to suspect that he has been smuggling art pieces from overseas.”
“Tae Tae? No fucking way. No way.”
“Yes way. Definitely possible. Now do you know who else owns the gay shop other than him?”
“T&K? Me.”
“Oops.”
“Look I have no time for jokes. I got to do my best helping my friend fill in his job here so I can accumulate good karma to avoid walking disasters like him that invade my safety zone at 50 miles/hour.” Kibum tilted his chin somewhere behind Jonghyun, and the latter turned around only to be greeted with a very serious looking Jinki, and that could only mean one thing-It was time for business.
“Hey I’m sorry about earlier, but listen. We definitely have enough reason to suspect your friend…”
“No you don’t.”
“Yes we do.”
“How the fuck…”
“We’re undercover cops dear.”
And on cue, two CID tags were raised in front of Kim Kibum’s pretty little face.
Kibum gave up on sleep and decided to treat himself to a warm glass of milk. There was just no way Taemin could be an art thief. That guy was the one who cried half a gallon of tears when he cut his pinky with a penknife by accident. (Inserts Kibum’s signature eye-rolling) There was just no way. Kibum shook his head as he tried to brainwash himself. But if that was the case, then how did that two CIDs get on Taemin’s case? Goddamn this is mind-wrecking. Then he suddenly recalled what Jonghyun said before he left the burger joint.
“If you ever wanna find out the truth about little Tae Tae, give me a ring yeah?” Complete with his top ranking bad boy smirk and two fingers salute.
~//~
The next day found Kibum still situated in his seat at the kitchen table. Heck, this is gonna give me pimples if I continue cracking my brain over this. Ah what the heck.
It took exactly 3 rings before the other picked up his phone.
“What the fuck? It’s 8 in the morning. Who the shit are you?”
Kibum cringed at the constant spewing of vulgarities from the other line.
“Erm.. it’s me.”
“Yeah get a life. Call me back when you learn how to speak your name eh? Gosh this is so damn..”
“Kim Kibum.”
Jonghyun shot up from his bed. “Kim who?”
“Fuck you. Don’t make me repeat myself.”
Kibum thought he heard a chuckle spill out from the other’s mouth before a “Meet you at the burger joint in fifteen.” Then the dial tone.
Okay seriously, what the hell?
~//~
“Goddamn it where the hell is he? I’ll make sure he burns in hell when he reaches, that bastard.” Kibum looked at his watch, and screw Kim Jonghyun with a capital S. Kibum was already fashionably late by 30 mins and that jerk had the nerve to let him wait another 15 mins more, and still counting. (15 mins 1 sec, 15 mins 2 sec..)
“Heard that it doesn’t help with the good karma thing if you curse someone under your breath.” Kibum shuddered when he felt hot breath just behind his ear. He whipped around and damn, he was greeted with all of Kim Jonghyun’s goodness only 2 fingers away. Jonghyun smirked and pulled away, settling for a seat right smack opposite Kibum.
“Okay so you decided to give in to your conscience and admit that your little Tae did some stealing on his own while you were away?”
“Over my dead body. I’m just trying to help prove his innocence, bitch.”
“Be my boyfriend.”
OKAY.WHAT.THE.FUCK.
“Excuse me?”
“To prove Tae Tae’s innocence. Let me act as your boyfriend so I can get close to your little son of a bitch and dig out his deepest secrets.”
Kibum sucked in a deep breath. For what, he didn’t know. Maybe because Jonghyun just asked to be his boyfriend. Maybe the determination in Jonghyun’s voice when he spoke of Taemin. Either way, he knew he was so damn fucked up when he felt himself agreeing before he could even blink.
~//~
Kibum’s breathing became increasingly shallow as he approached his shop. He was going to betray Taemin’s trust for him by agreeing to this whole shit. He was going to lie to his best friend just so that Jonghyun could investigate his doings.
“Wait. FUCK! OUCH!”
Jonghyun banged straight into Kibum when the latter halted without a single warning.
“Look here, you’re not gonna mess up any part of the shop. And don’t even let Taemin suspect that I am in this with you. I still want my friendship with him to last for a long time.”
“Yeah okay.”
Kibum blinked. “That’s it? Not gonna say any more stuff?”
“What? Are you that nervous, boyfriend?”
“You wish. Oh stop the Tae Tae thing, bitch. That was reserved for me only. . Now go over the plan with me again.”
~//~
Taemin was wiping the counter top when he heard the doorbell chime, signalling a customer.
“WELCOME TO … HEY HYUNG!” He was about to raise his hands and give a drastic wave when he caught sight of another man behind him. “Who’s this?” He smiled, eyes sparkling with innocence and curiosity.
“S’up dude? I’m Kibum’s boyfriend.”
Kibum slightly winced at the fact that things were irreversible now. He turned to find Taemin looking at him, wide-eyed before breaking into a vibrant smile. So vibrant it hurts.
“Hyung! You found a soulmate already?”
Jonghyun had to remind himself to stop sniggering when he heard that. Soulmate? What the fuck?
“Yeah. My name’s Jonghyun. Nice to meet you…” He trailed off.
“Taemin. Lee Taemin. I’m Kibum hyung’s friend and co-owner of this shop.”
Jonghyun nodded and nudged Kibum at his sides.
“Dear? Why are you so silent? I thought you’ve got something to ask Taemin?”
Kibum cringed and let loose a little sigh. “Hey Tae. You know, Jjong kind of needs a job right now. He’s jobless after his previous boss fired him. So I was thinking if we could offer him a job here?” He gave out a strangled sound, watching how Taemin’s expression turned a tad bit darker. Just that tad bit.
“Err… but we’re not really in need of manpower no? Business is kind of slow.” Taemin started, trying his very best to sound as nice as possible.
“YES! PRECISELY. That’s why Jonghyun, too bad! We’ve got to find another job for you huh? Hahahaha.” Kibum was starting to regret this. No way would he let his best friend into this.
“But on second thoughts, maybe we need a new handyman. You know, in case the shelves come loose or something?”
Too late.
~//~
One week had passed since Taemin and Jonghyun’s first meeting, and Jonghyun is well, a handyman. An undercover-cop-turned-handyman. Kibum pretty much stuck around the shop 24/7 to make sure that Taemin doesn’t get interrogated by Jonghyun. He himself doesn’t even know why he’s so paranoid about this whole crap. Didn’t he believe that Taemin was innocent? Why was he so protective of his best friend then? Jonghyun could question him for all he cares, because Taemin is innocent yes? Hell he sure was. Better safe than sorry, he reasoned.
Kibum was doing his usual stock check on the art pieces at the store room when he heard the back door open. Who was that? He had arrived earlier to prevent from clashing with the afternoon rush while doing stock checking. As if on cue, Jonghyun entered the store room looking like a sex god from head to toe. He wore a navy blue tank top (which, fyi, gave Kibum a front seat view of his muscles) complete with black fitting jeans tucked inside his boots. And was that a tool belt hung around his hips? Good lord, Kibum was practically dying inside.
“Hey. Didn’t know you would be here early today.”
Didn’t know you would be early today too, dressed in a sense that screamed FUCK ME from head to toe.
“Yeah, need to get some stock checks done.”
“Mmhmmm. Taemin asked me to fix the cabinet outside. Said it was a little dangerous. I came here to get some planks.”
“Oh okay.”
An awkward silence dangled around them, making every little noise around them amplified ten times louder. It was beginning to choke Kibum, the way they wouldn’t meet each other’s eyes. Yes even though the one week went pass without much problem for both of them, there was an unsaid form of attraction between the two. Kibum could feel it. He knew Jonghyun could feel it. Heck he bet even Taemin could feel it outside a ten foot radius. Things would start to get awfully awkward when their arms would accidentally brush past each other when they were reaching for the same thing, and the shop would be ridiculously silent when Taemin is out on an errand.
Kibum watched Jonghyun scratch the back of his head, eyes flying to every corner of the room except him. He was about to excuse himself from this heavy silence when suddenly Jonghyun spoke.
“Erm..”
Kibum raised his head, a little too hopeful, he realised.
“We got to talk.”
Kibum felt his heart swell, and his heartbeat getting erotically faster and faster. Thump Thump Thump.
“About what?”
“About err…” Kibum noticed how the other was stuttering, and how his breathing started to quicken gradually and how all his blood is rushing to his head, making him just that slight bit dizzy. He waited for the other to continue, painfully aware of how his pulse rate increased as he watch the other swallow and open his mouth.
“About Taemin.”
Bam! There goes Kibum’s heart as those two words fell. Suddenly, the room seemed a lot more smaller and Kibum felt like he was suffocating. He felt the room spin faster, and he cursed his mind for thinking that Jonghyun might have wanted to talk about THEM.
“What about him?” He croaked out, with as little self control he have left, to not burst into tears and run away like what a 7-year-old girl would do when the lollipop she offered was rejected by her crush. He didn’t know he was shaking, quite violently in fact, until Jonghyun spoke up.
“Are you okay?”
You think I’ll be okay when what I thought could happen didn’t?
“Yeah just perfect. What about Taemin?”
“Err just…”
Kibum found how Jonghyun stuttered to be excruciatingly painful and somewhat irritating, so he shot Jonghyun a dirty glare, causing the latter to continue his sentence.
“I hope you can stop defending him so much.”
Fuck you. “What?”
“Just, I notice how you always stick around the shop and make him run errands to prevent me from questioning him. Look, I know he’s your best friend and all, but can you please back off a little so I can do my job?”
Kibum tried to ignore how heartbreaking it was, the way Jonghyun asked him to back off a little.
“Fine, I’ll go out for the whole of today.”
“You know that’s not what I meant, Kibum.”
“Can you please move so I can finish my stock check?”
“Are you angry? Listen, I have a job to do too. If you’re that confident of Taemin’s innocence, you would’ve let me done whatever I wanted.”
Kibum snorted. Let you do whatever you wanted? Like allowing you to do whatever you wanted to my heart when I don’t even know? No fucking way.
“Well, I am confident of Tae…”
Kibum totally did not expect that. He had thought that this conversation would lead to a huge quarrel, or maybe even him running out of the store room crying just like how a 7-year-old girl would. But no, he didn’t expect this. Jonghyun kissing him was definitely out of his expectations. He noticed how Jonghyun placed a hand on the back of neck, and how he himself stiffened under his touch. At first it was just lips to lips, nothing else. I could deal with that, Kibum thought. Until Jonghyun stuck his tongue out and began licking on Kibum’s lower lip. Kibum opened his mouth immediately, like a desperate man, and he tasted Jonghyun in his own mouth. Mint toothpaste with a little hint of lemon. He could get used to this. Just when Kibum was falling deeper, Jonghyun pulled back, and Kibum winced slightly at the lack of contact. When he looked up at Jonghyun with confused eyes, begging him for an answer, all Jonghyun did was shrug.
“Taemin was looking for you, and you were blabbering about, well… him.”
Kibum fought back the urge to cry out loud in front of Jonghyun, and ignored how freaking pain it felt to know that Jonghyun kissed him out of desperation, to prevent Taemin from hearing about them talking about him, not out of love or want or need.
Kibum ignored the hand placed on his shoulder, and walked out of the store room, a lone tear falling out on the way, because all he wanted to do now, was to be anywhere except the place where Kim Jonghyun just carelessly broke his heart.
ON A SIDE NOTE:
HAPPY BIRTHDAY ONEW DUBU LEE JINKI!!!!
MUCH LOVES!!! <3
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