Bestfriend [11/?]
Title: Bestfriend
Author: lolexi
Pairing: JongKey
Genre: high school!au, romance, angst, fluff
Rating: PG-13ish
Summary: Rule to Having a Bestfriend #1: Never, ever- under any circumstances, fall in love with your bestfriend. It was the most important rule, and the only one Kibum had broken.
Kibum awoke the next morning to the sound of pots and pans clinging and clanging in the kitchen. He smiled to himself despite the rude awakening, and ruffled his bed head to correct the misplaced strands. He felt so... blissful. He felt like if he didn't have the couch to cling on to, he would defy gravity and descend to the clouds where he would frolick and do somersaults because he felt good.
It felt good to sleep in a heap of entangled limbs with Jonghyun on the surpsingly comfortable sofa. To drift off into a dreamless slumber knowing that not one thought about Hyekyo had entered his mind because Kibum was here to occupy his thoughts. And when they both awoke in the middle of the night, Kibum complaining it was too hot and Jjong muttering about his akward position smashed flush against the blonde, neither of them had considered sleeping in the vacant bed upstairs. They were too busy enjoying each other's body warmth as a substitute for a blanket, using each other's breathing for a lullaby. The closeness definitely had an effect on Kibum throughout the night. He probably only crammed in two hours of sleep because it was almost nerve-wracking how close Jjong was, so close he could spot every pore in the older's face. Long eyelashes fluttering atop high, defined cheek bones, brunette hair fanning over closed lids, plush lips forming a perfect 'o' as he breathed in and out steadily, his chest expanding with each intake of breath and brushing against Kibum's. Countless times, he had to resist the urge to let his fingertips skim along the golden skin, just to see if he wasn't imagining this piece of perfection, this fucking masterpiece, because it was too beautiful to be real. It was like sweet torture. But Kibum has never felt so refreshed in his entire 17 years.
Kibum stretched his arms into the air, groaning as he admired the way the sun streamed in through the windows in rivulets, pooling on the beige carpet and highlighting the room. Hell no, Kibum was not a morning person, but this-if he could wake up every day to a morning like this, he would be a much happier being. He stood up from the couch on wobbly legs, and shuffled towards the window to push the olive green curtains further apart, welcoming in more of that delicious light. Kibum sighed when the heavenly warmth shimmered down on his skin. Yeah, this was amazing. Just that stream of sunlight had him beaming ear to ear, relishing in that small gift to humanity. His eyes hungrily engulfed the scenery held in front of him, the ground was dusted with a light snow, the grass still notcieable under the thin sheet. The towering Oak tree sitting out in Jjong's law was naked and swaying in the winter breeze. There was no sign of life except for a passing car every few seconds, all animals were huddled into their shelter for warmth. But then something, a glint, caught his eye. It was nearly blinding that fraction of a second it hit him. And then he saw it. His goddamn cell phone-still laying abandoned on Jonghyun's porch where he had dropped it last night.
Shit.
Mom's probably so pissed. She didn't know I stayed over.
Kibum hurried over to the door, slinging it open and hissing as the cold slapped him. He picked up his phone, cradling it in his arms like a baby and rushed back inside. He flipped the cell open, cringing when “12 missed calls” flashed on the screen. Sure enough, 11 of them were from his mom, the other from Amber... she could wait. Kibum's fingers fumbled over the keys in a frenzy, dialing his mother's number. He pressed the phone to his ear and rocked back and forth on his heels impatiently as it rang.
“Kim Kibum!”
“H-hi, mom...”
“Just where in God's name have you been?” she interrogated, jumping straight to the point.
Kibum pictured her clad in her polka-dot robe, bunny slippers and all as she tapped her foot on the linoleum of the kitchen floor, preparing a pot of coffee like she did every morning.
“Don't worry, I'm at-”
“Have you been drinking? Smoking? Partying? Kim Kibum, I thought I raised you better than that!”
“Mom, I'm at Jonghyun's. I didn't do anything,” he assured her, his tone soothing in contrast to her's.
“Jonghyun's, you say?” she asked, sounding like she was pondering on the thought that her son with no life was actually spending his weeked at a friend's instead of at a raging party.
“Yes, mom. Kim Jonghyun.” He rolled his eyes.
“Are you lying to me, Kibum?”
“Do you really not trust me?” he questioned, feigning hurt.
“O-oh! Of c-course I do! It's just, you worried me sick, you know that?”
“I know, I know...”
“I didn't get any sleep last night! I thought you were drunk, sleeping in a ditch somewhere. You really should of called...” Kibum's mom mumbled, her tone apologetic that she nearly exploded on him.
“I know, I'm sorry. It won't happen again,” he replied in that respectful way you always use when talking to your elders.
“All right. Make sure it doesn't. Be home before dark. I'm going to work now. Love you, Bummie.”
“Yeah, love you, mom.”
Click.
Kibum sighed as he collapsed on the couch, clutching his phone to his chest.
“Yah, was that you talking in there, Kibum? Are you awake?” Jonghyun's voice called, followed by the sounds of pots and pans still clinging.
“Well, I don't know who else it would be,” the blonde replied, smirking and rolling his eyes. He stood up from the sofa as soon as he sniffed the bacon wafting in the air, his mouth instantly watering. He slowly meandered towards the kitchen doorway. “Are you cooking? It smells really good.”
“Yup. Breakfast. I have no idea what I'm doing. I could use a little help...”
Kibum stood at the entrance of the kitchen, leaning his shoulder on the doorway and studying Jonghyun who was wearing his signature plaid pajama pants and a solid white tanktop. His eyes might of lingered on the older's bare, toned arms longer then they should of, and he subconsciously dragged a tongue over his bottom lip. Jonghyun was skittering around the small kitchen, his barefeet barely making a sound as they glided over the white linoleum. His hands were darting out in every direction, grabbing everything they came in contact with. Kibum just continued staring, enjoying the show with a smirk.
“Are you just gonna watch or do you plan on helping any time soon?” the older questioned, not taking his eyes off the yellow mess of eggs he had sizzing in a skillet. He reached for a spatula and nudged the eggs with the tip. Then, he grabbed a box of pancake mix and dumped the chalky powder into a bowl recklessly.
“Yah!” Kibum interjected then, grasping on to Jjong's arm to keep it from emptying out the entire box of mix. “You can't just pour it in there like that. You have to measure it or the pancakes will be lumpy. Common sense, Jonghyun. Christ.”
The blonde rolled his eyes good-naturedly then reached for a measuring cup, rinsing it out when seeing that Jjong had already used it to measure butter. He really had no buisness being in a kitchen. When Kibum turned back around with cup in hand, Jonghyun flashed him a smile. Kibum felt some heat rising up to his cheeks, but then his eyes widened in confusion as Jjong brough two hands coated in white powder up to the younger's face, and clapped-powder exploding everywhere. Kibum squealed in surprise, stumbing backwards as he coughed up his lungs. Meanwhile, Jonghyun was having a fit of laughter, doubled over, clutching his stomach with one hand, the other grasping the counter edge for dear life.
“You...douche...bag!” Kibum exlclaimed between hacks.
Jonghyun didn't seem to care, he continued laughing hysterically, ignoring his eggs that were probably burned by now.
“Kibum-ah,” he said, still chuckling. “You have a little something on your face.” Jonghyun laughed into the back of his hand, his eyes squinting into crescents as Kibum reached for a spoon and studied his reflection.
The younger gasped at his face that was coated in thick white powder. He glared at Jonghyun then attacked with his fists, pounding into his muscle toned arms and shoving with all his strength. Jjong reached for a spatula to use as a shield, fending off Kibum's abuse as he laughed even harder. The blonde growled at Jonghyun then reached for the bowl of pancake mix, not hesistating to flip it upside down, showering the powder over the brunette. Jjong's laughing stopped then, mouth pressing into a thin line and eyes narrowing. He stood stiff as a post, Kibum smirking at him. It was stark quiet as the two stared at each other, both looking utterly rediculous covered in white powder.
The silence finally was broken as they both erupted into laughter, Kibum placing a hand on Jjong's shoulder to support himself. Both of their knees gave out and they were kneeling on the floor, still chuckling and hacking powder. Kibum was gasping for air when Jjong did something that made his eyes widen twice the size of plates. The older leaned over and without hesitation, licked a stripe of powder off Kibum's cheek. His face twisted into a scowl at the bitter taste.
“What the hell?” the younger questioned, laughing as he brought a hand up to wipe off the saliva.
“That doesn't help at all, you know. You're just smearing my germs into your skin.”
“Why did you lick my face?” he asked again.
“I was wondering how the pancake mix tasted.”
“And?”
Jonghyun shook his head. “It was disgusting.”
“My face or the mix?”
“The mix,” he frowned, shuttering at the awful taste that was still lingering on his tongue.
“I wanna taste,” Kibum mumbled like a child as he ran his thumb across Jonghyun's streaked forehead, then licked the finger, cringing and gagging. “Oh god,” he choked.
Jonghyun laughed out a, “Told you!” He was wearing a thousand-wat smile, watching in amusement as Kibum made probably very unattractive faces, trying to get the taste of the mix off his tongue. But his smile and laughter soon died down when he caught scent of something not very appealing. “Yah, you smell that?” He asked, standing up from the floor.
Kibum lifted his nose and sniffed. “Smells like something's burning.”
They met gazes then, both sets of eyes wider than usual, mouths apage in 'o's.
“Shit!” Jonghyun yelled, throwing his hands in the air. “I forgot about the eggs.”
Kibum jumped to his feet, staring at the skillet of eggs that were a nasty, crusty brown due to being overcooked, but that's not what they were smelling. Jonghyun, from when he was using the spatula as a shield, had carelessly tossed the utensil on top of the hot stove eye, the heat eating the plastic and emitting tiny licks of flame. Kibum couldn't help but chuckle, Jonghyun was really stupid sometimes.
The older gasped then, jumping on the tips of his toes and jabbing a finger at the spatula. “Kibumkibumkibum! Firefirefirefire!” Like a trigger, the fire alarm began sounding, earsplitting shrieks echoing throughout the house.
Kibum sighed. “Jjong, fan that thing off so it'll shut up,” he said, pointing to the device that was screaming for attention.
Jonghyun nodded, eyes still wide with shock as he grasped a oven mit, and began waving it back and forth wildly. Kibum's eyes quickly scanned the kitchen for flour. His mom said the worst thing you could do in a kitchen fire was use water, anything white and powdery will do the trick (but they were already out of pancake mix).
When he finally found the pack of flour, he buried the fire in the powdery substance, nearly emptying half of the bag. He sighed to himself, studying the eggs that were definitely ruined. He glanced over at Jjong, still waving his arms back and forth like a lunatic, using his shirt to fan the alarm that had already silenced.
“Jonghyun,” Kibum said.
When he didn't answer, “Jonghyun!”
Still no reply. “Jonghyun! The alarm shut off like, five minutes ago.”
“Oh,” the older mumbled, looking around the kitchen to see if everything was still standing. His eyes finally fell on the eggs, his mouth downturning at the corners. “What are we gonna eat now? Eggs are ruined, no pancake mix, all we have is bacon.”
Kibum shrugged. “You have cereal, don't you?”
“Yeah, but I wanted to make a hard American breakfast.” He pouted.
“Go wash off your face. I'll pour the cereal,” Kibum said as he gestured for Jjong to leave.
He shot the blonde a sad look before scampering off upstairs. Kibum washed his face off with a damp cloth before reaching for two bowls. He set them down on the marble countertop and poured their favorite cereal. He was pouring the milk when he felt two sturdy arms wrap around his waist. Jjong placed his chin on Kibum's shoulder, watching as the milk fell into the bowl. Kibum's heart fluttered as he sighed happily and subconsciously pushed back against the latter.
“Would you let go? Do you know how weird it would be if your dad came home right now? What would he think?” Kibum interrogated a little bitterly, walking towards the dinner table with the cereal, Jjong still leeched to his back, trailing behind him like a puppy.
Jonghyun's face saddened at the mention of his dad, but replaced it with a smile as soon as he sat down across from Kibum at the table.
“I feel like we're a married couple,” Jjong commented, watching the way the cookie cereal swirled around in the milk.
“Yeah, you're the dumbass husband who messes everything up!” Kibum joked as he jabbed his spoon at Jjong's chest.
“And you're the naggy wife who complains about everything I do!-even though I work day and night for you, yeppeo! I know the money I get isn't enough, but it gets food on the table, doesn't it?”
Kibum glanced down at their pathetic plate of bacon and cereal. “Hardly,” he said with a laugh.
Once Kibum finished off his cereal and bacon, he went over to the sink to rinse his bowl out, letting the water trickle over the sides and pool in the middle. He set it down in the sink and turned around, leaning back on the counter and watching as Jjong did the same with his dishes.
“What time do you have to be home?” the older questioned suddenly, twisting the water off.
Kibum shrugged. “Before dark. Why?”
“Let's go change. We're going shopping.”
The blonde glanced down at his outfit. He was still wearing his solid white gi. “I don't have an extra change of clothes. You called me right after hapkido class.” Sure, he had his clothes from yesterday in his duffel bag, but Kibum wasn't going to wear the same outfit twice in one week.
“Hapikido? Why would you-okay, whatever. I'm sure I have some clothes in my closet that are too small for me. Come on,” Jonghyun gestured for Kibum to follow him upstairs, and lead him to his room, opening the creaky door. Kibum took a seat on the edge of Jjong's double bed and watched as the older rummaged through his closet. Jonghyun handed Kibum a pair of dark gray skinny jeans and an oversized pink hoodie. He noticed the blonde sizing the outfit up and said, “What? It's cute. I would wear that hoodie if I could pull it off.”
Kibum shrugged and turned his back to the older, unlooping the belt from around his waist and tossing it on his bed. He slipped off his gi, peeking over his shoulder to make sure Jjong wasn't looking then threw on the hoodie, yanking the jeans up in one fast movement, fastening them with hurried fingers. He turned around then with an audible sigh, settling back down on the bed and glancing over at Jjong who was still searching though his closet. The brunette stood clad in only dark blue jeans, the elastic of his Calvin Klein boxers peeking over the rim, and Kibum gulped, his mouth going drier than the Sahara.
What are you doing? Look away.
But it was too late. His eyes were wandering up the clothed legs, leaving a trail of heat behind them, and he was sure Jjong could feel him staring at him like he was something to eat. His gaze lingered on the elastic of the boxer-briefs, and Kibum shifted a little uncomfortably, crossing his legs as casual as he could manage. His stare wandered further up, admiring the way Jjong's spine arched naturally. Kibum's eyes greedily soaked up the expanse of the older's back, studying every cruve and dip and watching how it flexed the tiniest bit whenever Jjong moved and how the light glinted off the golden skin, making it glisten. He pulled his bottom lip in between his teeth, thinking, Goddamn, how can a back be so sexy? The room finally turned back to normal temperature when Jonghyun pulled a gray v-neck tee over his torso, buttoning up a navy blue cardigan over it. Jjong turned on the balls of his feet, looking Kibum up and down.
“All right, let's go.”
~*~
“Why are we here anyway?” Kibum asked as they approached the mechanical glass double-doors that slid open and welcomed them inside the gigantic building. Kibum and Jonghyun livied in a fairly small town, so their mall was the main attraction. It had a towering ceiling, numerous stores filled with clothes, shoes, there were restaurants, arcades, it's where 90% of the population spent their free time. Even Kibum had spent a good amount of weekends here... before Jonghyun, before Jinki, when he had a group of friends, and everyone thought he was normal. You would always find the blonde sitting on the edge of the fountain that dominated the center of the mall, laughing, smiling, because life was simple. Kibum remembered how every Sunday, he would toss in some loose pocket change, and make a silent wish.
“Hyekyo's birthday is this week and I wanna buy her something,” Jonghyun replied as he stuffed his hands in his pockets, his eyes darting around to each store.
“So you brought me along because you have no idea what you're doing or what to get her,” Kibum stated rather than questioned.
“Yes, exactly.”
Kibum smiled.
That's when he caught a glimpse of his favorite store, arms wide open, beckoning him forward. His mouth dropped and he clung on to Jjong's shirt sleeve, pulling the confused boy along with him inside.
“This place has amazing clothes!” he squealed, eyes sparkling as they skimmed over every rack. Kibum glanced back at Jonghyun. “I would say buy her jewelrey, but I'm almost positive you don't have that kind of money.”
Jjong didn't look offended by the comment, just confirmed it by nodding his head. “Yup.”
“Clothes is the next best thing, in my opinion. And this place is perfect.”
“I was thinking about buying her a dress...” Jonghyun mumbled as Kibum circled his fingers around his wrist, and dragged him to the nearest rack filled with cocktail dresses.
“A dress? Okay. What for? Special occasion?” the blonde questioned as he rummaged through the rack, pulling out dresses by their hangers. Then, like a routine, he would feel the fabric between his fingers, tug to make sure it wasn't too thin, spin the dress around, examine the back, and if he wasn't satisfied, place it back on the rack. “What, is she the cutesy type?”
“I wanna buy her a dress so maybe she'll wear it to the school dance this Friday.”
“Dance? What dance?” Pull out, feel, tug, spin, ew, back on the rack.
“Yeah. Since the Valentine's Dance was cancelled last week because of that really bad leak, they rescheduled it to this Friday.”
“Oh,” Kibum mumbled, trying to ignore the pang of jealousy he felt settle into his chest.
“Yeah.”
The atmosphere grew a little awkward then, with Kibum's hands hurrying through the racks, and Jonghyun pretending that he cared what the price tag was on that blouse, both of them didn't say a word.
“Do you know what size she wears?” the blonde asked then, not expecting a specific answer.
“Er, no. She's really tiny though.”
“You think this would fit her?” He jutted out a strapless silk cocktail dress, the color putting blood to shame. A black bow was looped around the waist, the strands trailing down the sides, and the ends were ruffled slightly, making it poof out so it wasn't too clingy.
Jonghyun barely spared a glance in its direction. “Yeah, sure.”
Kibum huffed. “She has pale skin, so it'll contrast beautifully. I think this is the one.” As if holding a newborn child, Kibum carefully placed the dress in Jonghyun's opened arms. “It's silk so it'll probably be a little expensive.”
Jonghyun glimpsed at the price tag, cringing and groaning. “My whole paycheck,” he grumbled through clenched teeth. “Let me tell you, Kibum, Ga Ba Ja does not pay enough.” Jonghyun pulled out his wallet and handed the lady cashier money for the dress.
“Hm,” Kibum mumbled, tapping his forefinger against his chin as they exited the store. “I heard they have really good chamchi.”
“It's the best!” the older yelled enthusiactically, flailing his arms. “It's always really tender and moist and oh.”
Kibum chuckled into the back of his hand, glancing up with squinted eyes to see the fountain coming into view, the water twinkling under the lights as it fell in a artifical waterfall from the second floor, crashing into the stone pool. Jonghyun followed Kibum's gaze and leeched on to his wrist to drag him to the stone piece of art. They both sat down on the edge, Kibum glaring at the brunette because he nearly faceplanted in front of a crowd of people at Jjong's speed. The older chuckled and tucked a coin firmly into Kibum's fist. Kibum peered down at his hand quizically, then back at Jonghyun.
“Make a wish,” the older whispered, peering at him with sparkling, puppy dog eyes.
Kibum's lids fluttered closed, sighing.
If only wishing for somone's love could be that easy.
He tossed it over his shoulder, Jjong applauding him. He listened for the plop of the coin splitting the water.
But it's worth a try.
A/N: pretty much a pointless chapter, but i like it^__^ angst is slowing decreasing and being replaced by fluffiness. you like? i like. kbye. C: i love you guys. :'D
Since some people have trouble reading this on my LJ: AFF
10 | 12
Author: lolexi
Pairing: JongKey
Genre: high school!au, romance, angst, fluff
Rating: PG-13ish
Summary: Rule to Having a Bestfriend #1: Never, ever- under any circumstances, fall in love with your bestfriend. It was the most important rule, and the only one Kibum had broken.
Kibum awoke the next morning to the sound of pots and pans clinging and clanging in the kitchen. He smiled to himself despite the rude awakening, and ruffled his bed head to correct the misplaced strands. He felt so... blissful. He felt like if he didn't have the couch to cling on to, he would defy gravity and descend to the clouds where he would frolick and do somersaults because he felt good.
It felt good to sleep in a heap of entangled limbs with Jonghyun on the surpsingly comfortable sofa. To drift off into a dreamless slumber knowing that not one thought about Hyekyo had entered his mind because Kibum was here to occupy his thoughts. And when they both awoke in the middle of the night, Kibum complaining it was too hot and Jjong muttering about his akward position smashed flush against the blonde, neither of them had considered sleeping in the vacant bed upstairs. They were too busy enjoying each other's body warmth as a substitute for a blanket, using each other's breathing for a lullaby. The closeness definitely had an effect on Kibum throughout the night. He probably only crammed in two hours of sleep because it was almost nerve-wracking how close Jjong was, so close he could spot every pore in the older's face. Long eyelashes fluttering atop high, defined cheek bones, brunette hair fanning over closed lids, plush lips forming a perfect 'o' as he breathed in and out steadily, his chest expanding with each intake of breath and brushing against Kibum's. Countless times, he had to resist the urge to let his fingertips skim along the golden skin, just to see if he wasn't imagining this piece of perfection, this fucking masterpiece, because it was too beautiful to be real. It was like sweet torture. But Kibum has never felt so refreshed in his entire 17 years.
Kibum stretched his arms into the air, groaning as he admired the way the sun streamed in through the windows in rivulets, pooling on the beige carpet and highlighting the room. Hell no, Kibum was not a morning person, but this-if he could wake up every day to a morning like this, he would be a much happier being. He stood up from the couch on wobbly legs, and shuffled towards the window to push the olive green curtains further apart, welcoming in more of that delicious light. Kibum sighed when the heavenly warmth shimmered down on his skin. Yeah, this was amazing. Just that stream of sunlight had him beaming ear to ear, relishing in that small gift to humanity. His eyes hungrily engulfed the scenery held in front of him, the ground was dusted with a light snow, the grass still notcieable under the thin sheet. The towering Oak tree sitting out in Jjong's law was naked and swaying in the winter breeze. There was no sign of life except for a passing car every few seconds, all animals were huddled into their shelter for warmth. But then something, a glint, caught his eye. It was nearly blinding that fraction of a second it hit him. And then he saw it. His goddamn cell phone-still laying abandoned on Jonghyun's porch where he had dropped it last night.
Shit.
Mom's probably so pissed. She didn't know I stayed over.
Kibum hurried over to the door, slinging it open and hissing as the cold slapped him. He picked up his phone, cradling it in his arms like a baby and rushed back inside. He flipped the cell open, cringing when “12 missed calls” flashed on the screen. Sure enough, 11 of them were from his mom, the other from Amber... she could wait. Kibum's fingers fumbled over the keys in a frenzy, dialing his mother's number. He pressed the phone to his ear and rocked back and forth on his heels impatiently as it rang.
“Kim Kibum!”
“H-hi, mom...”
“Just where in God's name have you been?” she interrogated, jumping straight to the point.
Kibum pictured her clad in her polka-dot robe, bunny slippers and all as she tapped her foot on the linoleum of the kitchen floor, preparing a pot of coffee like she did every morning.
“Don't worry, I'm at-”
“Have you been drinking? Smoking? Partying? Kim Kibum, I thought I raised you better than that!”
“Mom, I'm at Jonghyun's. I didn't do anything,” he assured her, his tone soothing in contrast to her's.
“Jonghyun's, you say?” she asked, sounding like she was pondering on the thought that her son with no life was actually spending his weeked at a friend's instead of at a raging party.
“Yes, mom. Kim Jonghyun.” He rolled his eyes.
“Are you lying to me, Kibum?”
“Do you really not trust me?” he questioned, feigning hurt.
“O-oh! Of c-course I do! It's just, you worried me sick, you know that?”
“I know, I know...”
“I didn't get any sleep last night! I thought you were drunk, sleeping in a ditch somewhere. You really should of called...” Kibum's mom mumbled, her tone apologetic that she nearly exploded on him.
“I know, I'm sorry. It won't happen again,” he replied in that respectful way you always use when talking to your elders.
“All right. Make sure it doesn't. Be home before dark. I'm going to work now. Love you, Bummie.”
“Yeah, love you, mom.”
Click.
Kibum sighed as he collapsed on the couch, clutching his phone to his chest.
“Yah, was that you talking in there, Kibum? Are you awake?” Jonghyun's voice called, followed by the sounds of pots and pans still clinging.
“Well, I don't know who else it would be,” the blonde replied, smirking and rolling his eyes. He stood up from the sofa as soon as he sniffed the bacon wafting in the air, his mouth instantly watering. He slowly meandered towards the kitchen doorway. “Are you cooking? It smells really good.”
“Yup. Breakfast. I have no idea what I'm doing. I could use a little help...”
Kibum stood at the entrance of the kitchen, leaning his shoulder on the doorway and studying Jonghyun who was wearing his signature plaid pajama pants and a solid white tanktop. His eyes might of lingered on the older's bare, toned arms longer then they should of, and he subconsciously dragged a tongue over his bottom lip. Jonghyun was skittering around the small kitchen, his barefeet barely making a sound as they glided over the white linoleum. His hands were darting out in every direction, grabbing everything they came in contact with. Kibum just continued staring, enjoying the show with a smirk.
“Are you just gonna watch or do you plan on helping any time soon?” the older questioned, not taking his eyes off the yellow mess of eggs he had sizzing in a skillet. He reached for a spatula and nudged the eggs with the tip. Then, he grabbed a box of pancake mix and dumped the chalky powder into a bowl recklessly.
“Yah!” Kibum interjected then, grasping on to Jjong's arm to keep it from emptying out the entire box of mix. “You can't just pour it in there like that. You have to measure it or the pancakes will be lumpy. Common sense, Jonghyun. Christ.”
The blonde rolled his eyes good-naturedly then reached for a measuring cup, rinsing it out when seeing that Jjong had already used it to measure butter. He really had no buisness being in a kitchen. When Kibum turned back around with cup in hand, Jonghyun flashed him a smile. Kibum felt some heat rising up to his cheeks, but then his eyes widened in confusion as Jjong brough two hands coated in white powder up to the younger's face, and clapped-powder exploding everywhere. Kibum squealed in surprise, stumbing backwards as he coughed up his lungs. Meanwhile, Jonghyun was having a fit of laughter, doubled over, clutching his stomach with one hand, the other grasping the counter edge for dear life.
“You...douche...bag!” Kibum exlclaimed between hacks.
Jonghyun didn't seem to care, he continued laughing hysterically, ignoring his eggs that were probably burned by now.
“Kibum-ah,” he said, still chuckling. “You have a little something on your face.” Jonghyun laughed into the back of his hand, his eyes squinting into crescents as Kibum reached for a spoon and studied his reflection.
The younger gasped at his face that was coated in thick white powder. He glared at Jonghyun then attacked with his fists, pounding into his muscle toned arms and shoving with all his strength. Jjong reached for a spatula to use as a shield, fending off Kibum's abuse as he laughed even harder. The blonde growled at Jonghyun then reached for the bowl of pancake mix, not hesistating to flip it upside down, showering the powder over the brunette. Jjong's laughing stopped then, mouth pressing into a thin line and eyes narrowing. He stood stiff as a post, Kibum smirking at him. It was stark quiet as the two stared at each other, both looking utterly rediculous covered in white powder.
The silence finally was broken as they both erupted into laughter, Kibum placing a hand on Jjong's shoulder to support himself. Both of their knees gave out and they were kneeling on the floor, still chuckling and hacking powder. Kibum was gasping for air when Jjong did something that made his eyes widen twice the size of plates. The older leaned over and without hesitation, licked a stripe of powder off Kibum's cheek. His face twisted into a scowl at the bitter taste.
“What the hell?” the younger questioned, laughing as he brought a hand up to wipe off the saliva.
“That doesn't help at all, you know. You're just smearing my germs into your skin.”
“Why did you lick my face?” he asked again.
“I was wondering how the pancake mix tasted.”
“And?”
Jonghyun shook his head. “It was disgusting.”
“My face or the mix?”
“The mix,” he frowned, shuttering at the awful taste that was still lingering on his tongue.
“I wanna taste,” Kibum mumbled like a child as he ran his thumb across Jonghyun's streaked forehead, then licked the finger, cringing and gagging. “Oh god,” he choked.
Jonghyun laughed out a, “Told you!” He was wearing a thousand-wat smile, watching in amusement as Kibum made probably very unattractive faces, trying to get the taste of the mix off his tongue. But his smile and laughter soon died down when he caught scent of something not very appealing. “Yah, you smell that?” He asked, standing up from the floor.
Kibum lifted his nose and sniffed. “Smells like something's burning.”
They met gazes then, both sets of eyes wider than usual, mouths apage in 'o's.
“Shit!” Jonghyun yelled, throwing his hands in the air. “I forgot about the eggs.”
Kibum jumped to his feet, staring at the skillet of eggs that were a nasty, crusty brown due to being overcooked, but that's not what they were smelling. Jonghyun, from when he was using the spatula as a shield, had carelessly tossed the utensil on top of the hot stove eye, the heat eating the plastic and emitting tiny licks of flame. Kibum couldn't help but chuckle, Jonghyun was really stupid sometimes.
The older gasped then, jumping on the tips of his toes and jabbing a finger at the spatula. “Kibumkibumkibum! Firefirefirefire!” Like a trigger, the fire alarm began sounding, earsplitting shrieks echoing throughout the house.
Kibum sighed. “Jjong, fan that thing off so it'll shut up,” he said, pointing to the device that was screaming for attention.
Jonghyun nodded, eyes still wide with shock as he grasped a oven mit, and began waving it back and forth wildly. Kibum's eyes quickly scanned the kitchen for flour. His mom said the worst thing you could do in a kitchen fire was use water, anything white and powdery will do the trick (but they were already out of pancake mix).
When he finally found the pack of flour, he buried the fire in the powdery substance, nearly emptying half of the bag. He sighed to himself, studying the eggs that were definitely ruined. He glanced over at Jjong, still waving his arms back and forth like a lunatic, using his shirt to fan the alarm that had already silenced.
“Jonghyun,” Kibum said.
When he didn't answer, “Jonghyun!”
Still no reply. “Jonghyun! The alarm shut off like, five minutes ago.”
“Oh,” the older mumbled, looking around the kitchen to see if everything was still standing. His eyes finally fell on the eggs, his mouth downturning at the corners. “What are we gonna eat now? Eggs are ruined, no pancake mix, all we have is bacon.”
Kibum shrugged. “You have cereal, don't you?”
“Yeah, but I wanted to make a hard American breakfast.” He pouted.
“Go wash off your face. I'll pour the cereal,” Kibum said as he gestured for Jjong to leave.
He shot the blonde a sad look before scampering off upstairs. Kibum washed his face off with a damp cloth before reaching for two bowls. He set them down on the marble countertop and poured their favorite cereal. He was pouring the milk when he felt two sturdy arms wrap around his waist. Jjong placed his chin on Kibum's shoulder, watching as the milk fell into the bowl. Kibum's heart fluttered as he sighed happily and subconsciously pushed back against the latter.
“Would you let go? Do you know how weird it would be if your dad came home right now? What would he think?” Kibum interrogated a little bitterly, walking towards the dinner table with the cereal, Jjong still leeched to his back, trailing behind him like a puppy.
Jonghyun's face saddened at the mention of his dad, but replaced it with a smile as soon as he sat down across from Kibum at the table.
“I feel like we're a married couple,” Jjong commented, watching the way the cookie cereal swirled around in the milk.
“Yeah, you're the dumbass husband who messes everything up!” Kibum joked as he jabbed his spoon at Jjong's chest.
“And you're the naggy wife who complains about everything I do!-even though I work day and night for you, yeppeo! I know the money I get isn't enough, but it gets food on the table, doesn't it?”
Kibum glanced down at their pathetic plate of bacon and cereal. “Hardly,” he said with a laugh.
Once Kibum finished off his cereal and bacon, he went over to the sink to rinse his bowl out, letting the water trickle over the sides and pool in the middle. He set it down in the sink and turned around, leaning back on the counter and watching as Jjong did the same with his dishes.
“What time do you have to be home?” the older questioned suddenly, twisting the water off.
Kibum shrugged. “Before dark. Why?”
“Let's go change. We're going shopping.”
The blonde glanced down at his outfit. He was still wearing his solid white gi. “I don't have an extra change of clothes. You called me right after hapkido class.” Sure, he had his clothes from yesterday in his duffel bag, but Kibum wasn't going to wear the same outfit twice in one week.
“Hapikido? Why would you-okay, whatever. I'm sure I have some clothes in my closet that are too small for me. Come on,” Jonghyun gestured for Kibum to follow him upstairs, and lead him to his room, opening the creaky door. Kibum took a seat on the edge of Jjong's double bed and watched as the older rummaged through his closet. Jonghyun handed Kibum a pair of dark gray skinny jeans and an oversized pink hoodie. He noticed the blonde sizing the outfit up and said, “What? It's cute. I would wear that hoodie if I could pull it off.”
Kibum shrugged and turned his back to the older, unlooping the belt from around his waist and tossing it on his bed. He slipped off his gi, peeking over his shoulder to make sure Jjong wasn't looking then threw on the hoodie, yanking the jeans up in one fast movement, fastening them with hurried fingers. He turned around then with an audible sigh, settling back down on the bed and glancing over at Jjong who was still searching though his closet. The brunette stood clad in only dark blue jeans, the elastic of his Calvin Klein boxers peeking over the rim, and Kibum gulped, his mouth going drier than the Sahara.
What are you doing? Look away.
But it was too late. His eyes were wandering up the clothed legs, leaving a trail of heat behind them, and he was sure Jjong could feel him staring at him like he was something to eat. His gaze lingered on the elastic of the boxer-briefs, and Kibum shifted a little uncomfortably, crossing his legs as casual as he could manage. His stare wandered further up, admiring the way Jjong's spine arched naturally. Kibum's eyes greedily soaked up the expanse of the older's back, studying every cruve and dip and watching how it flexed the tiniest bit whenever Jjong moved and how the light glinted off the golden skin, making it glisten. He pulled his bottom lip in between his teeth, thinking, Goddamn, how can a back be so sexy? The room finally turned back to normal temperature when Jonghyun pulled a gray v-neck tee over his torso, buttoning up a navy blue cardigan over it. Jjong turned on the balls of his feet, looking Kibum up and down.
“All right, let's go.”
~*~
“Why are we here anyway?” Kibum asked as they approached the mechanical glass double-doors that slid open and welcomed them inside the gigantic building. Kibum and Jonghyun livied in a fairly small town, so their mall was the main attraction. It had a towering ceiling, numerous stores filled with clothes, shoes, there were restaurants, arcades, it's where 90% of the population spent their free time. Even Kibum had spent a good amount of weekends here... before Jonghyun, before Jinki, when he had a group of friends, and everyone thought he was normal. You would always find the blonde sitting on the edge of the fountain that dominated the center of the mall, laughing, smiling, because life was simple. Kibum remembered how every Sunday, he would toss in some loose pocket change, and make a silent wish.
“Hyekyo's birthday is this week and I wanna buy her something,” Jonghyun replied as he stuffed his hands in his pockets, his eyes darting around to each store.
“So you brought me along because you have no idea what you're doing or what to get her,” Kibum stated rather than questioned.
“Yes, exactly.”
Kibum smiled.
That's when he caught a glimpse of his favorite store, arms wide open, beckoning him forward. His mouth dropped and he clung on to Jjong's shirt sleeve, pulling the confused boy along with him inside.
“This place has amazing clothes!” he squealed, eyes sparkling as they skimmed over every rack. Kibum glanced back at Jonghyun. “I would say buy her jewelrey, but I'm almost positive you don't have that kind of money.”
Jjong didn't look offended by the comment, just confirmed it by nodding his head. “Yup.”
“Clothes is the next best thing, in my opinion. And this place is perfect.”
“I was thinking about buying her a dress...” Jonghyun mumbled as Kibum circled his fingers around his wrist, and dragged him to the nearest rack filled with cocktail dresses.
“A dress? Okay. What for? Special occasion?” the blonde questioned as he rummaged through the rack, pulling out dresses by their hangers. Then, like a routine, he would feel the fabric between his fingers, tug to make sure it wasn't too thin, spin the dress around, examine the back, and if he wasn't satisfied, place it back on the rack. “What, is she the cutesy type?”
“I wanna buy her a dress so maybe she'll wear it to the school dance this Friday.”
“Dance? What dance?” Pull out, feel, tug, spin, ew, back on the rack.
“Yeah. Since the Valentine's Dance was cancelled last week because of that really bad leak, they rescheduled it to this Friday.”
“Oh,” Kibum mumbled, trying to ignore the pang of jealousy he felt settle into his chest.
“Yeah.”
The atmosphere grew a little awkward then, with Kibum's hands hurrying through the racks, and Jonghyun pretending that he cared what the price tag was on that blouse, both of them didn't say a word.
“Do you know what size she wears?” the blonde asked then, not expecting a specific answer.
“Er, no. She's really tiny though.”
“You think this would fit her?” He jutted out a strapless silk cocktail dress, the color putting blood to shame. A black bow was looped around the waist, the strands trailing down the sides, and the ends were ruffled slightly, making it poof out so it wasn't too clingy.
Jonghyun barely spared a glance in its direction. “Yeah, sure.”
Kibum huffed. “She has pale skin, so it'll contrast beautifully. I think this is the one.” As if holding a newborn child, Kibum carefully placed the dress in Jonghyun's opened arms. “It's silk so it'll probably be a little expensive.”
Jonghyun glimpsed at the price tag, cringing and groaning. “My whole paycheck,” he grumbled through clenched teeth. “Let me tell you, Kibum, Ga Ba Ja does not pay enough.” Jonghyun pulled out his wallet and handed the lady cashier money for the dress.
“Hm,” Kibum mumbled, tapping his forefinger against his chin as they exited the store. “I heard they have really good chamchi.”
“It's the best!” the older yelled enthusiactically, flailing his arms. “It's always really tender and moist and oh.”
Kibum chuckled into the back of his hand, glancing up with squinted eyes to see the fountain coming into view, the water twinkling under the lights as it fell in a artifical waterfall from the second floor, crashing into the stone pool. Jonghyun followed Kibum's gaze and leeched on to his wrist to drag him to the stone piece of art. They both sat down on the edge, Kibum glaring at the brunette because he nearly faceplanted in front of a crowd of people at Jjong's speed. The older chuckled and tucked a coin firmly into Kibum's fist. Kibum peered down at his hand quizically, then back at Jonghyun.
“Make a wish,” the older whispered, peering at him with sparkling, puppy dog eyes.
Kibum's lids fluttered closed, sighing.
If only wishing for somone's love could be that easy.
He tossed it over his shoulder, Jjong applauding him. He listened for the plop of the coin splitting the water.
But it's worth a try.
A/N: pretty much a pointless chapter, but i like it^__^ angst is slowing decreasing and being replaced by fluffiness. you like? i like. kbye. C: i love you guys. :'D
Since some people have trouble reading this on my LJ: AFF
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