Blooming
Title: Blooming
Rating: PG16?
Genre: Angst
Pairing: Jonghyun/Key ; broken!Onew/Key
Summary: Kibum didn't call it cheating the first time it happened.
Disclaimer: I wish.
a/n: idk how this turned into an angst fic. it was supposed to be a songfic based on 24-25 by kings of convenience, but yeahhh. that didn't happen. sorry, you-know-who. ;___;
1. January
Kibum didn't call it cheating the first time it happened. Cheating implied that there was some kind of reason behind what they'd done, some kind of intent. Like he'd gone out to screw around on Jinki.
And it wasn't like that. There'd been another fight with Jinki, yeah, and then too many drinks. And Jonghyun looking relaxed in the dim light of the bar, tie loose and eyes shining, telling stupid stories and even stupider jokes, and always laughing too soon, before he'd even gotten to his own punch line.
But when he followed Jonghyun out to his car that night, it was just to make sure he wasn't too drunk to drive. How he got from asking Jonghyun to walk a straight line, to Jonghyun grabbing him and shoving him up against Jonghyun's car, to shoving his tongue down Jonghyun's throat - well, he still wasn't clear about that particular sequence of events. Or how he found himself two seconds later in the back of Jonghyun's car, Jonghyun's mouth on his cock, or later, with his hand down Jonghyun's pants and Jonghyun's mouth pressed hard against his shoulder as he came.
It just happened, he told himself.
It just happened.
2. Late February
"This isn't going to happen again," Kibum said. This was crazy. Things were getting way out of hand.
Jonghyun reached for him but Kibum shrugged him off and rolled out of the hard hotel bed, reaching for his clothes.
"We'll just say we got a flat tire," Kibum said, pulling on his pants.
"Key…"
Kibum sorted through the clothes tossed over the end of the bed and found his shirt. "We got a flat tire and - and the spare was flat, too."
Jonghyun was shaking his head as he got out of bed.
"And we forgot our cell phones when we walked down to the gas station." He sat down on a chair to put on his socks.
"That's the dumbest alibi I’ve ever heard, Key." Jonghyun intercepted his hand when he reached for his sweater, grabbed it and held on tightly. "Look, if you want to stop-"
"Shut up." Kibum whispered, "Just shut up, shut up, shut up," and Kibum was on him, shoving him up against the wall and kissing him.
3. Early April
"We should stop." Kibum tried to sound firm but his voice wavered at the last moment. He cleared his throat. "We should stop," he repeated.
Jonghyun didn't say anything but he didn't look surprised. He took a sip of his coffee and fiddled with his napkin. "Is that what you want?" he asked.
It was what he needed to do, Kibum thought. He would stop - whatever the fuck this was with Jonghyun - and things would fall into their rightful places again. His life would make sense again. He would give this up and then he could look Jinki in the eye without flinching anymore.
"Look, it's just - I mean, this is crazy, right? You and me - it doesn't add up. You're - come on, Jonghyun, you're not queer, and I'm, I'm in love with Jinki, and - well, it's insane. I mean, it's crazy; it's fucking crazy, Jonghyun. It's not like we're in love with each other or anything like that, right?"
And Jonghyun turned his head, and looked straight into his eyes, and Kibum felt his mouth go dry.
4. May
It was three a.m. and there was no way Jinki was going to believe he was practicing late (again) or taking a late night walk (again) or playing cards with his friends (again).
Jonghyun was awake, lying next to him. Their hotel, their room, their bed. Jonghyun held him tight. "What do you tell him?"
Kibum closed his eyes. He shivered when he felt Jonghyun's kiss on the back of his neck, and sighed. "Nothing. I don't tell him anything," Kibum finally said in a low voice. He pushed Jonghyun's arms away and rolled away from him. "He doesn't need me to tell him anything. He already knows."
5. Early June
He showed up at Jonghyun's door with a six-pack of beer and his duffle. Jonghyun didn't ask any questions. He just let him in, emptied a drawer in the dresser in the bedroom, and took the beer to the refrigerator while Kibum unpacked. When Kibum finished putting his stuff away he followed Jonghyun into the kitchen and stood leaning in the doorway, watching Jonghyun crack two eggs into the pan.
He shoved his hands into his pockets. "I'm probably going hate you for a while, you know."
"Yeah, I know." Jonghyun said, leaving the eggs and coming close. He put a hand on Kibum’s arm. "I can live with that."
Rating: PG16?
Genre: Angst
Pairing: Jonghyun/Key ; broken!Onew/Key
Summary: Kibum didn't call it cheating the first time it happened.
Disclaimer: I wish.
a/n: idk how this turned into an angst fic. it was supposed to be a songfic based on 24-25 by kings of convenience, but yeahhh. that didn't happen. sorry, you-know-who. ;___;
1. January
Kibum didn't call it cheating the first time it happened. Cheating implied that there was some kind of reason behind what they'd done, some kind of intent. Like he'd gone out to screw around on Jinki.
And it wasn't like that. There'd been another fight with Jinki, yeah, and then too many drinks. And Jonghyun looking relaxed in the dim light of the bar, tie loose and eyes shining, telling stupid stories and even stupider jokes, and always laughing too soon, before he'd even gotten to his own punch line.
But when he followed Jonghyun out to his car that night, it was just to make sure he wasn't too drunk to drive. How he got from asking Jonghyun to walk a straight line, to Jonghyun grabbing him and shoving him up against Jonghyun's car, to shoving his tongue down Jonghyun's throat - well, he still wasn't clear about that particular sequence of events. Or how he found himself two seconds later in the back of Jonghyun's car, Jonghyun's mouth on his cock, or later, with his hand down Jonghyun's pants and Jonghyun's mouth pressed hard against his shoulder as he came.
It just happened, he told himself.
It just happened.
2. Late February
"This isn't going to happen again," Kibum said. This was crazy. Things were getting way out of hand.
Jonghyun reached for him but Kibum shrugged him off and rolled out of the hard hotel bed, reaching for his clothes.
"We'll just say we got a flat tire," Kibum said, pulling on his pants.
"Key…"
Kibum sorted through the clothes tossed over the end of the bed and found his shirt. "We got a flat tire and - and the spare was flat, too."
Jonghyun was shaking his head as he got out of bed.
"And we forgot our cell phones when we walked down to the gas station." He sat down on a chair to put on his socks.
"That's the dumbest alibi I’ve ever heard, Key." Jonghyun intercepted his hand when he reached for his sweater, grabbed it and held on tightly. "Look, if you want to stop-"
"Shut up." Kibum whispered, "Just shut up, shut up, shut up," and Kibum was on him, shoving him up against the wall and kissing him.
3. Early April
"We should stop." Kibum tried to sound firm but his voice wavered at the last moment. He cleared his throat. "We should stop," he repeated.
Jonghyun didn't say anything but he didn't look surprised. He took a sip of his coffee and fiddled with his napkin. "Is that what you want?" he asked.
It was what he needed to do, Kibum thought. He would stop - whatever the fuck this was with Jonghyun - and things would fall into their rightful places again. His life would make sense again. He would give this up and then he could look Jinki in the eye without flinching anymore.
"Look, it's just - I mean, this is crazy, right? You and me - it doesn't add up. You're - come on, Jonghyun, you're not queer, and I'm, I'm in love with Jinki, and - well, it's insane. I mean, it's crazy; it's fucking crazy, Jonghyun. It's not like we're in love with each other or anything like that, right?"
And Jonghyun turned his head, and looked straight into his eyes, and Kibum felt his mouth go dry.
4. May
It was three a.m. and there was no way Jinki was going to believe he was practicing late (again) or taking a late night walk (again) or playing cards with his friends (again).
Jonghyun was awake, lying next to him. Their hotel, their room, their bed. Jonghyun held him tight. "What do you tell him?"
Kibum closed his eyes. He shivered when he felt Jonghyun's kiss on the back of his neck, and sighed. "Nothing. I don't tell him anything," Kibum finally said in a low voice. He pushed Jonghyun's arms away and rolled away from him. "He doesn't need me to tell him anything. He already knows."
5. Early June
He showed up at Jonghyun's door with a six-pack of beer and his duffle. Jonghyun didn't ask any questions. He just let him in, emptied a drawer in the dresser in the bedroom, and took the beer to the refrigerator while Kibum unpacked. When Kibum finished putting his stuff away he followed Jonghyun into the kitchen and stood leaning in the doorway, watching Jonghyun crack two eggs into the pan.
He shoved his hands into his pockets. "I'm probably going hate you for a while, you know."
"Yeah, I know." Jonghyun said, leaving the eggs and coming close. He put a hand on Kibum’s arm. "I can live with that."