act v, sc iii [oneshot]
Title: act v, sc iii
Author: salted_taiyaki
Pairing(s): Jonghyun x Key
Genre: Romance, AU
Rating: PG-15
Warning(s): some rough language
Summary: kim jonghyun doesn't like movie theaters (or movies, at all), but when he meets the theater's popcorn machine runner he begins to have some second thoughts.
a/n: i'm really trying to get myself to write because i'm running out of ideas and i'm beginning to lose my interest in writing, what with school work piling up. so it's not really good, since i have a shit ton of stuff to do, but i really want to push myself. this is, like, one of four one shots i have planned. just going for a uh... "let's write so i don't forget how to write dialogue" kinda thing more than anything rhghr sorry, this is v. cliche and boring haha.
Kim Jonghyun, classy party-goer, was not quite excited about this get-together. Despite the food and pretty girls, he found the thriving "premier party" of some low budget movie that his friend Minho produced to be pretty dull (and he hates movies, so why the hell was he here anyway? ah right, friendship). He grimaced as he swirled a chilled glass between his fingers, and his eyes scanned the room.
The girl he came with--a cute blond with a pretty small waist and small feet--had left minutes ago from the scene after he told her that he hated her dress. He ran a hand through his gelled hair and sighed.
"Can you lift your feet?"
Jonghyun blinked at a head of black hair by his knee, and he unconsciously drew his legs in. "The fuck?"
The person looked up and his steady eyes sent some odd chill down Jonghyun's spine. He caught a glimpse of the gold name tag against the black polo--Kibum--, smiled a small smile.
"Hi there. Enjoying the party?"
But he was ignored (for the first time, ever) with a few sweeps of the duster, and Jonghyun scrunched his nose. "Rude much."
Kibum (he didn't even know if that was his real name--it could've been someone else's uniform for all he knew) flipped the fringe from his eyes and breathed in through his nose, "I'm cleaning up shit from the bathrooms and halls because we're short people on a fucking premier night. It's not fun."
Jonghyun grinned a bit, glanced down at his hand holding the warming drink, and lifted it to Kibum's face. The raven reeled back as if Jonghyun was offering him poison--which it might as well have been, since he probably back-washed without knowing it, and it was his mouth--and inspected the glass.
"You'll need it," Jonghyun chuckled with a shrug of his shoulders. "Enjoy your life a bit."
Slowly Kibum took the crystal in his hands--thin, very thin and smooth, Jonghyun realized when their fingers lightly brushed--and took a large swig without a pause. Jonghyun watched in fascination.
"Thanks," the boy sighed, then turned around with the dust pan tightly grasped in his pink fingers.
Chatter filled the room as people filed into the theaters for the movie (Jonghyun thought that the arrangement of this entire thing was rather pathetic and amateur, but with parties like these came free food, and Jonghyun couldn't complain) and Jonghyun looked about for a lonely girl to go in with. Minho had told him that it was a chic flick, and Jonghyun decided that he wouldn't go in alone.
Eyes searching and watching the nicely dressed women whose arms were linked with other classier men, Jonghyun felt frustration bubble with the alcohol he had and thought the sensation unpleasant. He pulled out his wallet, grabbed a ten dollar bill, and stalked over to the center of the room where people bustled about.
"Large popcorn," he spat to the employee behind the counter, his large hand slapping down against the cold counter top in frustration. "Extra butter."
He eyed the slow-moving boy before him and snapped his fingers, "Would you hurry it up?"
"It's not like you have anyone to go with" came the response, and Jonghyun did a double take. The boy turned around with a sly smirk. "I don't think the ladies would find this all too attractive."
His eyes fell to the name tag again (Kibum), a frown soon following. "Would you just--" He snatched the bucket away from Kibum who was laughing behind one hand. "At least I'll get to watch the friggin' movie instead of selling the goddamn popcorn."
Kibum rolled his eyes. "Something's telling me you'd rather be here than in there." Jonghyun shut his mouth in response.
After a few seconds of staring each other down, Jonghyun came to the conclusion that Kibum was actually a few inches taller than him and a bit more intimidating with the dark get-up, and asked under his voice, "You like movies?"
"No."
Jonghyun frowned. "Why's that?"
The employee dusted his shoulders distractedly and replied, "Because they're never like real life." He hummed.
"Want to come watch it with me?" he asked, pointing to the bright sign that he was bound to head for.
He was surprised to see color fill the boy's cheeks as he stuttered, "What?"
"The movie. I don't want to go alone."
Kibum stared down at his feet as if in thought--Jonghyun liked to think that he was just stalling to make it seem like he wasn't eager--and then slowly replied, "All right." He looked up and the smug look returned in the dark, bold eyes that Jonghyun felt himself get lost in (before reeling out and sighing in relief). "Just don't tell my boss."
"Whatever, let's just go." Jonghyun reached over the counter and grabbed Kibum's wrist--thin, just like his hands--without getting his fingers all tied up in the hundreds of bracelets he had, tugged hard impatiently. "Come on, it's gonna start without us."
A smile graced his lips before he could help it and Kibum laughed. "How old are you now?"
"Twenty one, thank you very much."
He rolled his eyes. "Hard to believe you're a year older."
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"Shh," Kibum hushed him up with a flick of his finger as they kicked the swinging doors open and were met with a rush of cold air. "It's starting."
"What the fuck," the raven wheezed into his hands, eyes blinded by the tears that threatened to fall. Jonghyun wasn't any more stable than he was, bent over at the waist with the bucket of popcorn lodged between his thighs. They shook by themselves in the empty row, their laughter muffled only by their skin and shirts.
"How--" Jonghyun choked. "I can't stand this shit!"
"Shh!" some girl two rows before them hissed, and the two stared back at her with bleary eyes, before going back to cackling into their knees.
Kibum pulled his head back for a breath of fresh air and moaned, "This is absolutely horrible." He reached for the popcorn bucket still conveniently placed between Jonghyun's legs and missed, swiping at his left thigh instead. "Whoops." He giggled.
Jonghyun was pretty sure that the kid hadn't sprayed alcohol or anything onto the popcorn but something about being with Kibum made him delirious with laughter and excitement. The movie continued to roll on the large screen in front of them, the violins and mellow voice painting a cheesy, romantic scene that they both couldn't stand.
"Can't we leave?" Kibum whined, eyes wide and yearning as he peered into Jonghyun's, and Jonghyun forced a swallow. "I feel like I'm dying inside right now."
"Nah, let's not. It's cool in here." It was an obvious lie, Jonghyun knew, because his arms felt sticky and he was perspiring all over, for several reasons, but he liked the darkness of it all.
Kibum's eyes were trained on his face and he could feel the unfamiliar warmth tingle in that one spot. He slowly looked to his right, eyes questioning and full of "Is there something on my face?"s before he saw Kibum's face slowly lean in until they were merely centimeters apart.
"Kibum, I--" he began to stutter, but one of Kibum's fingers entered his blurry vision and it brushed against his cheek.
"You had popcorn. On your face." And that, Jonghyun realized after two full seconds, was a total lie because he couldn't even see the heap of bright yellow popcorn in his lap from where he was (and he bragged about his good eyesight to Minho often), and when he caught Kibum's knowing eyes, he gulped.
"Bull shit." Jonghyun grabbed Kibum by the neck and kissed him before he could stop himself--not that he wanted to, of course--and he could've sworn that everyone else in the room was in a breathtaking lip-lock as well. He reasoned that it was all just coincidence.
Kibum pulled back a bit too soon and tried to search Jonghyun's eyes for something, something that would clarify the butter-filled mind of his, but when he was met with equally confused eyes, he felt his heart drop down to his stomach.
"Let's--"
"Yeah, I mean--"
"I have to go feed my dog."
"All right."
Kibum felt a bit too touchy during the days after the quick, one-time thing with the guy whose name was totally lost to him, and he didn't quite know why. Maybe it was because his boss found out and had lectured him for about an hour about responsibilities and how it affects a person's paycheck and employee-of-the-day status. Or maybe it was because he felt totally crushed and heartbroken for reasons irrational and nonexistent.
His hatred for the movies intensified tenfold, he noted, because every time he glanced at a poster or one of the show times, he felt like flipping the entire candy bar over and flooding the theater with soda so all the viewers would just drown and die. The sour thoughts wouldn't stop filling his mind, and Kibum tried so often to hose the fervor down (with water, Cola, Fanta).
He squeezed the plastic in his hand--turned out to be a cup of Sprite for the scared customer on line--and he briefly apologized before filling up another one. Glaring at the knob, he clenched and unclenched his tight fist around the lever until someone cleared their throat, "E-Excuse me?"
The cold liquid was spilling over his hand and he cursed under his breath, pulling away his hand in disgust. "Fuck."
He shuffled about to keep from the heated glares of the customers and when they were gone before the next wave, Kibum washed his hands for the umpteenth time and brushed the falling hair from his eyes. The hair cut was convenient (though the brown dye wasn't exactly necessary) because he didn't have to worry about breaking out as much, but in moments like that, Kibum wished he had the fringe to hide his eyes.
"Hello?"
A quick glance up to the curious face in front of him and Kibum instantly regretted it. His eyes zipped to the left and he murmured a small "Yes?" as he turned his back to pull out some more soda cups.
"I'm looking for--for a person."
"Did you lose them?" he grumbled without a look over his shoulders. The customer was especially fidgety as he drummed his fingers along the edge of the butter-stained counter.
"Yeah, actually--no--well, I didn't. I kind of left them here."
He rolled his eyes. "I'm sure they would've found a taxi and left for home."
"But the thing is, they kinda work here, so."
With a flip of his hair, Kibum snorted, "Well, what's their name? I'll call them down over the loudspeaker." When he heard the man shift a bit in hesitation, he turned around and glared down at the speakerphone set a few inches from the cash register. "Well?"
He looked up and saw Jonghyun gaping at him, mouth hanging from the rusty hinges of his jaws. Apparently his eyes were glued on the name tag he wore. A hand unconsciously reached for the plate and he grumbled, "What?"
"You changed your hair?"
"Yeah, I mean it's been, like, two fucking weeks." He kicked himself in the leg for that.
Jonghyun smiled bitterly at the snarky comment and clasped his hands together on the counter. "I'm sorry, really. I just didn't have the time or anything."
"Understandable," Kibum muttered, biting back on his retorts of You fucking led me on, what the fuck do you think I am. "Large popcorn, extra butter?"
"Actually, let's go out and eat some Italian or something. Maybe watch a movie at home."
Kibum blinked at the sudden brashness in Jonghyun's voice (but in actuality he was kind of turned on) and echoed, "What?"
"What?" Jonghyun mimed. "Is that all you can say?" The silly smile plastered on his face quickly melted his heart and Kibum pulled on a wobbly smile to quickly shoo away the anger.
"If you would just stop saying such random things, I wouldn't be acting so dumb."
The man smirked, leaned forward with his arms propped, and he whispered, "So, Kibum."
Kibum bit his bottom lip. "Yes?"
"You don't even know my name, now do you."
He groaned. Usually the flings didn't get as far as introductions, so Kibum stalled a bit and grumbled under his breath. "What's your name?"
"Jonghyun," the man grinned cheekily as he responded, and he held out a hand. "Coming?" He nodded once, ignoring the nagging voice of his boss in the back of his mind, and slipped out from behind the counter to face the man he hasn't quite fallen in love with, but perhaps to a lesser degree.
"We're not actually going to watch movies when we get to your house, are we?"
Jonghyun simply smiled, led him out to his car--flashy, a bit too fancy for Kibum's tastes--and rolled up the tinted windows, hoping they wouldn't fog them up (or make the leather wet, or screw up the carpeting, because Jonghyun had paid a lot for that) as their lips locked and tongues slid against each other.
Kibum blindly reached for the array of knobs, sighed in relief and pleasure when a cold burst of air hit his knees. He leaned forward to press his entire chest against Jonghyun's, to let the broad hands slide over his bare arms, slick with the hints of butter on his finger pads.
"I'm assuming no Italian too?"
"I'll cook at home."
"But I--" Kibum breathed in sharply between the quick butterfly kisses Jonghyun pressed against his lips and he groaned. "I feel bad."
Smiling against chapped lips, Jonghyun chuckled, "Just be quiet and enjoy your life a bit, will you? I thought I told you that last time."
Kibum felt his head spin when the older man slowly pulled away, his hands retreating to grip around the dark leather of the steering wheel.
"Get ready for the ride of your lifetime." He threw a quick grin at Kibum's direction and then faced the road before him, a finger deftly pressing a button. The muffled rumbling nearly made Kibum leap against the restraints of his seat belt, and he looked up to see the starry sky stretched out above him.
"Fuck," he giggled into a hand. "Just drive."
Jonghyun smiled and pressed his foot down against the accelerator, not forgetting to put on the Celine Dion mix he burned, just for this. Kibum caught on with a loud laugh, threw his head back and let the breeze toss his hair about.
He figured he wasn't quite ready for a picture perfect life, but Kibum kicked his feet up on the glove compartment--"Don't you dare"--and grinned at Jonghyun who was enjoying the thrill as much as he was.
(Love wasn't there yet, but Jonghyun was sure it'd be there in a few scenes.)
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i think i'll scrap this if i wake up and feel like it sucks in the morning haha. comments always appreciated, thanks for reading!
Author: salted_taiyaki
Pairing(s): Jonghyun x Key
Genre: Romance, AU
Rating: PG-15
Warning(s): some rough language
Summary: kim jonghyun doesn't like movie theaters (or movies, at all), but when he meets the theater's popcorn machine runner he begins to have some second thoughts.
a/n: i'm really trying to get myself to write because i'm running out of ideas and i'm beginning to lose my interest in writing, what with school work piling up. so it's not really good, since i have a shit ton of stuff to do, but i really want to push myself. this is, like, one of four one shots i have planned. just going for a uh... "let's write so i don't forget how to write dialogue" kinda thing more than anything rhghr sorry, this is v. cliche and boring haha.
Kim Jonghyun, classy party-goer, was not quite excited about this get-together. Despite the food and pretty girls, he found the thriving "premier party" of some low budget movie that his friend Minho produced to be pretty dull (and he hates movies, so why the hell was he here anyway? ah right, friendship). He grimaced as he swirled a chilled glass between his fingers, and his eyes scanned the room.
The girl he came with--a cute blond with a pretty small waist and small feet--had left minutes ago from the scene after he told her that he hated her dress. He ran a hand through his gelled hair and sighed.
"Can you lift your feet?"
Jonghyun blinked at a head of black hair by his knee, and he unconsciously drew his legs in. "The fuck?"
The person looked up and his steady eyes sent some odd chill down Jonghyun's spine. He caught a glimpse of the gold name tag against the black polo--Kibum--, smiled a small smile.
"Hi there. Enjoying the party?"
But he was ignored (for the first time, ever) with a few sweeps of the duster, and Jonghyun scrunched his nose. "Rude much."
Kibum (he didn't even know if that was his real name--it could've been someone else's uniform for all he knew) flipped the fringe from his eyes and breathed in through his nose, "I'm cleaning up shit from the bathrooms and halls because we're short people on a fucking premier night. It's not fun."
Jonghyun grinned a bit, glanced down at his hand holding the warming drink, and lifted it to Kibum's face. The raven reeled back as if Jonghyun was offering him poison--which it might as well have been, since he probably back-washed without knowing it, and it was his mouth--and inspected the glass.
"You'll need it," Jonghyun chuckled with a shrug of his shoulders. "Enjoy your life a bit."
Slowly Kibum took the crystal in his hands--thin, very thin and smooth, Jonghyun realized when their fingers lightly brushed--and took a large swig without a pause. Jonghyun watched in fascination.
"Thanks," the boy sighed, then turned around with the dust pan tightly grasped in his pink fingers.
Chatter filled the room as people filed into the theaters for the movie (Jonghyun thought that the arrangement of this entire thing was rather pathetic and amateur, but with parties like these came free food, and Jonghyun couldn't complain) and Jonghyun looked about for a lonely girl to go in with. Minho had told him that it was a chic flick, and Jonghyun decided that he wouldn't go in alone.
Eyes searching and watching the nicely dressed women whose arms were linked with other classier men, Jonghyun felt frustration bubble with the alcohol he had and thought the sensation unpleasant. He pulled out his wallet, grabbed a ten dollar bill, and stalked over to the center of the room where people bustled about.
"Large popcorn," he spat to the employee behind the counter, his large hand slapping down against the cold counter top in frustration. "Extra butter."
He eyed the slow-moving boy before him and snapped his fingers, "Would you hurry it up?"
"It's not like you have anyone to go with" came the response, and Jonghyun did a double take. The boy turned around with a sly smirk. "I don't think the ladies would find this all too attractive."
His eyes fell to the name tag again (Kibum), a frown soon following. "Would you just--" He snatched the bucket away from Kibum who was laughing behind one hand. "At least I'll get to watch the friggin' movie instead of selling the goddamn popcorn."
Kibum rolled his eyes. "Something's telling me you'd rather be here than in there." Jonghyun shut his mouth in response.
After a few seconds of staring each other down, Jonghyun came to the conclusion that Kibum was actually a few inches taller than him and a bit more intimidating with the dark get-up, and asked under his voice, "You like movies?"
"No."
Jonghyun frowned. "Why's that?"
The employee dusted his shoulders distractedly and replied, "Because they're never like real life." He hummed.
"Want to come watch it with me?" he asked, pointing to the bright sign that he was bound to head for.
He was surprised to see color fill the boy's cheeks as he stuttered, "What?"
"The movie. I don't want to go alone."
Kibum stared down at his feet as if in thought--Jonghyun liked to think that he was just stalling to make it seem like he wasn't eager--and then slowly replied, "All right." He looked up and the smug look returned in the dark, bold eyes that Jonghyun felt himself get lost in (before reeling out and sighing in relief). "Just don't tell my boss."
"Whatever, let's just go." Jonghyun reached over the counter and grabbed Kibum's wrist--thin, just like his hands--without getting his fingers all tied up in the hundreds of bracelets he had, tugged hard impatiently. "Come on, it's gonna start without us."
A smile graced his lips before he could help it and Kibum laughed. "How old are you now?"
"Twenty one, thank you very much."
He rolled his eyes. "Hard to believe you're a year older."
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"Shh," Kibum hushed him up with a flick of his finger as they kicked the swinging doors open and were met with a rush of cold air. "It's starting."
"What the fuck," the raven wheezed into his hands, eyes blinded by the tears that threatened to fall. Jonghyun wasn't any more stable than he was, bent over at the waist with the bucket of popcorn lodged between his thighs. They shook by themselves in the empty row, their laughter muffled only by their skin and shirts.
"How--" Jonghyun choked. "I can't stand this shit!"
"Shh!" some girl two rows before them hissed, and the two stared back at her with bleary eyes, before going back to cackling into their knees.
Kibum pulled his head back for a breath of fresh air and moaned, "This is absolutely horrible." He reached for the popcorn bucket still conveniently placed between Jonghyun's legs and missed, swiping at his left thigh instead. "Whoops." He giggled.
Jonghyun was pretty sure that the kid hadn't sprayed alcohol or anything onto the popcorn but something about being with Kibum made him delirious with laughter and excitement. The movie continued to roll on the large screen in front of them, the violins and mellow voice painting a cheesy, romantic scene that they both couldn't stand.
"Can't we leave?" Kibum whined, eyes wide and yearning as he peered into Jonghyun's, and Jonghyun forced a swallow. "I feel like I'm dying inside right now."
"Nah, let's not. It's cool in here." It was an obvious lie, Jonghyun knew, because his arms felt sticky and he was perspiring all over, for several reasons, but he liked the darkness of it all.
Kibum's eyes were trained on his face and he could feel the unfamiliar warmth tingle in that one spot. He slowly looked to his right, eyes questioning and full of "Is there something on my face?"s before he saw Kibum's face slowly lean in until they were merely centimeters apart.
"Kibum, I--" he began to stutter, but one of Kibum's fingers entered his blurry vision and it brushed against his cheek.
"You had popcorn. On your face." And that, Jonghyun realized after two full seconds, was a total lie because he couldn't even see the heap of bright yellow popcorn in his lap from where he was (and he bragged about his good eyesight to Minho often), and when he caught Kibum's knowing eyes, he gulped.
"Bull shit." Jonghyun grabbed Kibum by the neck and kissed him before he could stop himself--not that he wanted to, of course--and he could've sworn that everyone else in the room was in a breathtaking lip-lock as well. He reasoned that it was all just coincidence.
Kibum pulled back a bit too soon and tried to search Jonghyun's eyes for something, something that would clarify the butter-filled mind of his, but when he was met with equally confused eyes, he felt his heart drop down to his stomach.
"Let's--"
"Yeah, I mean--"
"I have to go feed my dog."
"All right."
Kibum felt a bit too touchy during the days after the quick, one-time thing with the guy whose name was totally lost to him, and he didn't quite know why. Maybe it was because his boss found out and had lectured him for about an hour about responsibilities and how it affects a person's paycheck and employee-of-the-day status. Or maybe it was because he felt totally crushed and heartbroken for reasons irrational and nonexistent.
His hatred for the movies intensified tenfold, he noted, because every time he glanced at a poster or one of the show times, he felt like flipping the entire candy bar over and flooding the theater with soda so all the viewers would just drown and die. The sour thoughts wouldn't stop filling his mind, and Kibum tried so often to hose the fervor down (with water, Cola, Fanta).
He squeezed the plastic in his hand--turned out to be a cup of Sprite for the scared customer on line--and he briefly apologized before filling up another one. Glaring at the knob, he clenched and unclenched his tight fist around the lever until someone cleared their throat, "E-Excuse me?"
The cold liquid was spilling over his hand and he cursed under his breath, pulling away his hand in disgust. "Fuck."
He shuffled about to keep from the heated glares of the customers and when they were gone before the next wave, Kibum washed his hands for the umpteenth time and brushed the falling hair from his eyes. The hair cut was convenient (though the brown dye wasn't exactly necessary) because he didn't have to worry about breaking out as much, but in moments like that, Kibum wished he had the fringe to hide his eyes.
"Hello?"
A quick glance up to the curious face in front of him and Kibum instantly regretted it. His eyes zipped to the left and he murmured a small "Yes?" as he turned his back to pull out some more soda cups.
"I'm looking for--for a person."
"Did you lose them?" he grumbled without a look over his shoulders. The customer was especially fidgety as he drummed his fingers along the edge of the butter-stained counter.
"Yeah, actually--no--well, I didn't. I kind of left them here."
He rolled his eyes. "I'm sure they would've found a taxi and left for home."
"But the thing is, they kinda work here, so."
With a flip of his hair, Kibum snorted, "Well, what's their name? I'll call them down over the loudspeaker." When he heard the man shift a bit in hesitation, he turned around and glared down at the speakerphone set a few inches from the cash register. "Well?"
He looked up and saw Jonghyun gaping at him, mouth hanging from the rusty hinges of his jaws. Apparently his eyes were glued on the name tag he wore. A hand unconsciously reached for the plate and he grumbled, "What?"
"You changed your hair?"
"Yeah, I mean it's been, like, two fucking weeks." He kicked himself in the leg for that.
Jonghyun smiled bitterly at the snarky comment and clasped his hands together on the counter. "I'm sorry, really. I just didn't have the time or anything."
"Understandable," Kibum muttered, biting back on his retorts of You fucking led me on, what the fuck do you think I am. "Large popcorn, extra butter?"
"Actually, let's go out and eat some Italian or something. Maybe watch a movie at home."
Kibum blinked at the sudden brashness in Jonghyun's voice (but in actuality he was kind of turned on) and echoed, "What?"
"What?" Jonghyun mimed. "Is that all you can say?" The silly smile plastered on his face quickly melted his heart and Kibum pulled on a wobbly smile to quickly shoo away the anger.
"If you would just stop saying such random things, I wouldn't be acting so dumb."
The man smirked, leaned forward with his arms propped, and he whispered, "So, Kibum."
Kibum bit his bottom lip. "Yes?"
"You don't even know my name, now do you."
He groaned. Usually the flings didn't get as far as introductions, so Kibum stalled a bit and grumbled under his breath. "What's your name?"
"Jonghyun," the man grinned cheekily as he responded, and he held out a hand. "Coming?" He nodded once, ignoring the nagging voice of his boss in the back of his mind, and slipped out from behind the counter to face the man he hasn't quite fallen in love with, but perhaps to a lesser degree.
"We're not actually going to watch movies when we get to your house, are we?"
Jonghyun simply smiled, led him out to his car--flashy, a bit too fancy for Kibum's tastes--and rolled up the tinted windows, hoping they wouldn't fog them up (or make the leather wet, or screw up the carpeting, because Jonghyun had paid a lot for that) as their lips locked and tongues slid against each other.
Kibum blindly reached for the array of knobs, sighed in relief and pleasure when a cold burst of air hit his knees. He leaned forward to press his entire chest against Jonghyun's, to let the broad hands slide over his bare arms, slick with the hints of butter on his finger pads.
"I'm assuming no Italian too?"
"I'll cook at home."
"But I--" Kibum breathed in sharply between the quick butterfly kisses Jonghyun pressed against his lips and he groaned. "I feel bad."
Smiling against chapped lips, Jonghyun chuckled, "Just be quiet and enjoy your life a bit, will you? I thought I told you that last time."
Kibum felt his head spin when the older man slowly pulled away, his hands retreating to grip around the dark leather of the steering wheel.
"Get ready for the ride of your lifetime." He threw a quick grin at Kibum's direction and then faced the road before him, a finger deftly pressing a button. The muffled rumbling nearly made Kibum leap against the restraints of his seat belt, and he looked up to see the starry sky stretched out above him.
"Fuck," he giggled into a hand. "Just drive."
Jonghyun smiled and pressed his foot down against the accelerator, not forgetting to put on the Celine Dion mix he burned, just for this. Kibum caught on with a loud laugh, threw his head back and let the breeze toss his hair about.
He figured he wasn't quite ready for a picture perfect life, but Kibum kicked his feet up on the glove compartment--"Don't you dare"--and grinned at Jonghyun who was enjoying the thrill as much as he was.
(Love wasn't there yet, but Jonghyun was sure it'd be there in a few scenes.)
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i think i'll scrap this if i wake up and feel like it sucks in the morning haha. comments always appreciated, thanks for reading!