SBB 2016 ENTRY #22: REPUTACIÓN (1/2)
Title: REPUTAción (1/2)
Pairing: Onew/Key
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Romance
Warnings: Slight slutshaming (not by any main characters)
Final Word Count: 12,298
Author's Note: This fic was inspired by a song “Tu Reputación” by Ricardo Arjona. The song and an English translation of the lyrics can be found here: http://reputacion.weebly.com/
Also, in case you aren’t aware “re puta” means super slutty.
♫ Tu reputación son las primeras seis letras de esa palabra
Llevarte a la cama era más fácil que respirar ♫
Despite considering himself oblivious to the university's social happenings, Jinki had heard the rumors. Rumors about a gorgeous boy who was the embodiment of lust, and that no one was immune to his charms. He wasn’t sure where he’d heard it from, but the stories had been told more than once. Some of the stories were lewd and others clearly embellished, but all of the stories were demeaning. Jinki scoffed and ignored them, not truly knowing anything about the boy called Key, aside from how smoldering his eyes were.
“What are you staring at, Jinki?” One of the student editors of the literary magazine asked.
“Nothing,” Jinki lied and darted his eyes down at the plate in front of him. He couldn’t help it, he’d spotted Key across the restaurant and hadn’t been able to look away. There was something magnetic about the other boy, something that drew Jinki in and rendered him speechless.
“Oh good lord, not you too Jinki!” Joohyun groaned. “I refuse to accept that one of the best guys I know is attracted to Kim Key.”
“Is that his real name?” Jinki asked before he could stop himself. He was interested, that much was undeniable, but he hadn’t worked up the nerve to talk to Key.
Joohyun shrugged and nodded. “We went to high school together. Before he turned into this huge…”
“Huge what?” Jinki challenged. He knew Joohyun wouldn’t finish her sentence; she cared too much about her spotless reputation.
“You should talk to him, Jinki hyung,” Taemin said, poking at his food. “He’s actually really nice. He tutored me in one of my electives.”
Jinki smiled at the younger boy. He was the newest addition to the literary magazine staff, but he was already Jinki’s favorite.
“If it makes you feel any better about your chances, I hear that getting into his pants is easier than breathing,” Donghae snorted. Jinki didn’t have to intervene though, because Siwon reached over and punched Donghae in the arm muttering ‘Don’t be an ass’ under his breath.
Jinki allowed himself another peek at where Key was sitting, and smiled when he saw the boy let out a loud howl of a laugh. Laughter wracked Key’s body and it made Jinki’s chest pool with warmth.
♫ Tu teléfono es de total dominio popular ♫
Jinki made it a point to never use the restroom on campus. He was a nervous pee-er, and it didn't help that the bathroom in the English department was always filthy. But he had to go, and he had to go now.
That's how Jinki found himself in the Student Union basement, alone thankfully. As the sense of relief settled on his shoulders, Jinki began to take in his surroundings. There was a lot of writing on the bathroom stall walls, jokes and drawings taking up a lot of the surface area. A few of them were actually quite good, but something completely different caught his eye.
A few inches above the toilet paper holder, a phone number was written. Above it, though, stemmed comments and arrows pointing to the number. When Jinki was finished doing his business, he flushed the toilet, and got a closer look at what was written.
Key
xxx-xxxx-xxxx
Call for a fucking good time
Jinki was surprised to find Key’s phone number written on a bathroom stall, as if it was public domain, but he was even more shocked by the words written around it. There were extremely derogatory words, but there were only a few of them. The rest of the comments were praises talking about just how amazing Key was in bed, and in general.
Great guy, amazing fuck.
Wow, just wow. A+.
Cool dude, fucks like a fiend.
It was weird, but Jinki was oddly proud of Key. Good for him for doing well for himself, thought Jinki. Smiling to himself, he exited the stall to wash his hands. He walked back into the stall, however, and saved the phone number to his cell.
♫ Y tu colchón tiene mas huellas que una playa en pleno verano
Has hecho el amor más veces que mi abuela, y aun no acabas ni la escuela ♫
Unable to concentrate any longer, Jinki stretched his arms over his head and let his eyes flutter closed. He needed to move or else he was going to fall asleep right on top of his Ethics textbook. Jinki signaled at Sunyoung that he was going to take a quick stroll around the library. She smiled and nodded at him, so Jinki pushed the chair back, gliding against the blue carpet.
Jinki was planning on walking down to the coffee shop right outside the library, but he remembered that he was still missing a few more sources for his paper. He figured that he could round up those books and treat Sunyoung to a coffee since she was so benevolently keeping him company during his most stressful time. So he headed up to the stacks on the fifth floor and pulled his phone out to double check the location.
He was wandering around checking reference numbers, when he heard a loud whine coming from one of the group study rooms along the edge of the library. Thinking that someone could be hurt, Jinki walked towards the sound. He peaked in the farthest room, the little window in the door giving him enough space to look inside. The lights were off and there was no one occupying the room, so he kept going. One of the rooms held a dozing girl; another had two guys with obnoxiously large headphones covering their ears. The one on the end though, had the thing that had drawn Jinki close.
There were two people having sex. It seemed to be really good sex, too.
The girl was mostly clothed, as far as Jinki could see, laid across the small table of the room. She was wearing a skirt that had pooled at her hips, since she had her legs wrapped around the guy's midsection. With her head tossed back in pleasure, Jinki could see that her eyes were closed tightly, and she was biting her bottom lip harshly, probably to keep from making a sound like the one that caught Jinki's attention. She looked like the epitome of pleasure, with her thighs clenching and her back arching clear off the table until she was almost sitting. The guy, also dressed, had his face buried in her neck, and Jinki could see how his powerful thrusts were rocking the table.
Just as Jinki was about to turn and leave the pair to their activity, the guy stood tall and held the girl's hips as he grinded against her. The girl let out a squeal, but Jinki was more surprised by the man's face than the noise. It was Key. Key was fucking this girl within an inch of her life, and was still somehow managing to make eye contact with Jinki.
Jinki was startled, but for some reason he didn’t look away. It didn’t look like Key minded, especially not with the smirk he shot at Jinki, never slowing down. Key was glistening with sweat that had no doubt built up from his exertion, making him look like he was glowing. He was wearing a swoop neck t-shirt, and his exquisite neck and sharp collarbone demanded Jinki’s attention, but he couldn’t draw his eyes away from Key’s. There was no reaction from the other man; Key only shifted so he could bring one arm across the girl’s back to steady her, still fucking her hard enough to rattle the table. For a moment, Jinki just stood there and held Key’s gaze while the other man had sex. It was arousing as fuck, and while Jinki had never watched porn before he could definitely understand the draw of it now.
The girl let out a strangled cry, catching both Jinki and Key’s attention. As soon as Key’s eyes fell to the girl before him, Jinki ducked out of sight. He admonished himself for having stood there for so long, for watching Key like he had. It was stupid of him, and not only because watching other people had sex made him a bit of a voyeur, but because for the rest of the afternoon he couldn’t get the image out of his head.
He pulled books from the stacks with the image of Key having sex with the girl in the forefront of his mind. He went to get coffee thinking about how attractive and dominating Key looked as he shook the table with his thrusts.
Jinki didn’t get much done for the rest of the day.
♫ Y aun sabiendo que no eres el mejor partido
Dime quien puede contra Cupido ♫
Even though he really wanted to, Jinki was unable to go home for fall break. There was a lot of work that he had to do both at the literary magazine and for some of his more demanding classes. Having the campus so empty was rather nice, though, since he was able to walk from one place to another without bumping into someone every third step.
The downside, though, was that most of his friends had left for break. There was no one to eat dinner with, or to study with, and that left Jinki in a bit of a funk. He didn’t mind eating on his own in his apartment, but when it came to eating on campus, he always felt weird eating alone. It made him feel like people would look at him with pity, because he didn’t have any friends.
“I have friends! I’m not weird!” Jinki wanted to shout as he grabbed food from one of the campus cafeterias. He didn’t, however, because he figured that would bring more negative attention. Or whatever.
Studying alone had also proved to be a problem. Usually if Jinki saw that someone else was studying with him, he was able to focus. If there was no one around, he would get distracted and end up watching cat videos for extended periods of time. It was an addiction, but Jinki didn’t know how to stop. That was why he was always studying in groups, even if the subjects his friends were occupied with had nothing to do with his.
One afternoon, after a spectacularly wasted morning spent in the library, Jinki was just about ready to pack his things up and head home for the rest of the break. If he wasn’t going to do any of his work, then he preferred to do nothing while also being pampered by his mother. Jinki decided to grab a quick bite to eat in one of the fast food places on the edge of campus before going home to pack, but he never made it back to his apartment.
Sitting in one of the booths, eating alone, was Key. Jinki did a double take as he entered the restaurant, wanting to laugh at the coincidence. He walked up to the counter and placed his order then stood to the side to wait for it. Jinki shot a glance at where Key was sitting and watched the other man momentarily. Key was absorbed in a book, his food being completely ignored.
Jinki considered going over and sitting with Key, but he couldn’t think of what his opening line should be. Maybe he could say something about being friends with Taemin? But that would be weird and Key would know that Jinki had been talking about him. Perhaps he could make a joke about not wanting to eat alone, or ask Key if he wanted some company. Jinki wasn’t sure though, he’d never been particularly good at initiating a conversation. Most of his friends were his friends because they spoke to Jinki first.
The cashier called Jinki’s receipt number, even though he was the only one waiting for food, and Jinki stepped forward to grab his tray. He carefully took his tray to the soda machine and filled the empty cup with Coke, not wanting to attract attention to himself before heading over to talk to Key. He still wasn’t 100% sure about his plan, or what he was going to say, but Jinki decided to wing it.
“So you watched me have sex,” said a deep voice behind Jinki, scaring him. Jinki then proceeded to jump, squish his soda cup and spill the drink everywhere. “Shit!”
Jinki couldn’t even try to clean up the mess before him, as he was still holding the cup and his food tray. "Oh fuck," Jinki breathed out. This was definitely not part of the plan. Key reached around Jinki and pulled the cup from his hand. The younger boy immediately pulled napkins from the dispenser and tossed them down to where Jinki’s soda had spilled on the counter. Jinki felt like an idiot, but he was able to hold onto his tray with both hands as Key moved around him. A few seconds later, after Key had the spill under control, the cashier ran up to them with a towel in his hand.
“I’m so sorry,” Jinki said, to both Key and the cashier.
“No worries, man,” the cashier said with a shrug. “It's not like it's busy.”
“I’m sorry I startled you,” Key muttered. “This was obviously my fault.”
“No! Of course not,” Jinki argued. “I’m a little clumsy, so it was my fault.”
“You wouldn’t have squeezed the cup if I didn’t scare you, though,” Key countered. “So, yeah, my fault.”
“You didn’t have to help me, though, so thank you,” Jinki replied.
“Oh my God, please just go sit down,” the cashier said, clearly exasperated with their uncomfortable exchange. “It was just an accident.”
Jinki and Key looked at each other and both started laughing. They walked away from the counter and Key awkwardly handed the half empty cup to the cashier before guiding Jinki to his table.
“Well that was the least smooth I’ve ever been,” Key laughed as they sat down.
“I’m pretty sure you just witnessed my worst moment,” Jinki joked. “And that was a terrible line.”
“It wasn’t a line! I was about to say that since you’ve already seen me have sex then you should have lunch with me so we didn’t sit alone!” Key exclaimed. “I hate eating by myself.”
“Oh,” Jinki said, surprised. “I guess that makes sense.”
“Why, did you want it to be a line?” Key asked, a smile on his face. “Because if you’d go for it, it could be.”
And that was how Jinki and Key started hanging out.
♫ Y se es que yo no he sido un monje
Porque voy a exigirte que seas santa ♫
Jinki was sure that his crush was far too obvious to deny. It was why he didn't bother pretending that he didn't like Key as much as he did. If he thought of Key (which was all the time now), Jinki sent him a text message. If he suddenly felt the need to see Key, he’d invite the other boy out. It was nice for Jinki, doing what he wanted and not being shy about it.
Jinki was also pretty sure that his feelings were returned. Key sought him out nearly as much as Jinki did. There were lunches and dinners and movies and study dates until they were seeing each other at least three times a week.
It was almost like they were dating, except that Key never made a move. Jinki wanted to take the first step, but it never worked out in his favor. If he reached out to take Key's hand, the other boy would get distracted and pull away. If Jinki tried to confess, Key's phone would ring and ruin the moment. It was like the universe didn't want Jinki to have a super cute boyfriend.
And he wasn't too happy about that.
“Do you want to be my boyfriend?” Jinki finally managed to ask, six weeks after they'd started seeing each other. He'd considered it dating, but he wanted to put a label on what they had. Just for the sake of being able to call Key his boyfriend, really.
The two of them were having dinner in Jinki’s apartment on a random Wednesday night and Jinki felt like he couldn't hold back his feelings anymore. He wanted to be able to hold Key's hand and snuggle with him on the couch, among other things.
Instead of immediately responding, Key took a moment before he sighed. “Jinki, I don't know.”
“What don't you know?” Jinki asked, puzzled. “Have I been reading this wrong? Do you not like me?”
“That’s not it at all,” Key replied. “It's just, I think you’re a nice guy.”
“I’m confused,” Jinki said genuinely, he wasn’t sure where this was going. “Is that a bad thing?”
Key smiled, looking at Jinki fondly. “Look, I don’t have a low self esteem, nor do I regret my past decisions, but I’ve slept around a lot.”
“I don’t understand how that has to do with being my boyfriend,” Jinki muttered. He figured that Key was just trying to find a way to let him down easy.
“I do like you, a lot actually,” Key admitted. “I just think that you’ll get shit for being with me. People are going to talk and be mean.”
Jinki shrugged, “If that was enough to stop me, then I wouldn’t be a very good boyfriend.” It wasn’t like he was blind to the looks and murmured comments they got when they were out together, but that wasn’t something that he cared about.
“I just don’t want to put you through something like that if you just kind of like me, you know?” Key asked, moving his food around his plate. Jinki had waited until they were almost done with their meal before asking, just in case Key wanted to excuse himself. Now the plates in front of them were just a frustration to Jinki, giving Key the perfect excuse to not look him in the eye.
“I don’t ‘just kind of like you’ Key,” Jinki assured. “I like you a lot. And I’d like to give us a try.”
“I’m not exaggerating, Jinki, I’ve slept around a lot,” Key said again. “Are you going to be okay with that? You’re not going to get crazy jealous and overbearing? Because sometimes people can’t handle the fact that their partner isn’t some pure, virginal being.”
“That’s fine-”Jinki said before he was interrupted.
“And it’s okay if you’re not comfortable with that, because you shouldn’t be with someone who makes you uncomfortable!” Key ranted. “Not to mention, I’m a flirty person. I just can’t help it, that’s just how I am.”
“Key, do you want to be my boyfriend?” Jinki asked, voice steadier than he felt. In his opinion, the only thing that was standing in the way of he and Key becoming a couple was consent. Jinki had nothing else holding him back from trying to make Key see how good they would be together.
“Yes?” Key answered, or rather, asked.
“Do you mind that I’m not a virgin?”
“No,” Key answered with a shake of his head.
“Well I don’t mind that you aren’t either,” Jinki confirmed. “I’m not a generally jealous person. As long as you don’t cheat on me or you know, cross boundaries with other people, then I think we’ll be okay.”
“Um, okay,” Key said. He gave a firm nod, as if letting the information sink in. Jinki could see that Key was still processing the information, with his eyes flittering from side to side, but he found hope in the way that his lips were pulling into a small smile.
“Now, can we finish this dinner and cuddle on the couch?” Jinki asked, hoping to lighten the mood.
Key finally looked up and shot Jinki a killer smile, one that lit up his entire face and made him nearly too gorgeous to look at directly, and Jinki knew he’d picked a good one.
♫ Si el pasado te enseño a besar así
Bendito sea el que estuvo antes de mi ♫
Three weeks. Key had been Jinki’s boyfriend for three whole weeks and the only way they got physical was cuddling on Jinki’s couch or Key’s bed or wherever else. It wasn’t like Jinki expected them to have sex right away, he didn’t have any expectations, but he was still dying to kiss Key.
Jinki wouldn’t have been as distressed as he was if Key had shown no signs of wanting to move forward with the physical aspect of their relationship, but there had been so many almost-kisses that he was going to cry if it didn’t happen soon.
After their first official date, which had included the typical dinner and movie, Key had dropped Jinki off at the door of his apartment. They were talking about the movie just outside of his building when Jinki laughed and brought his hand up to cover his loud guffaw. Key leaned over slightly and pulled Jinki’s hand away from his mouth.
“Don’t do that,” Key’s voice lowered to a whisper. “I love your laugh.”
Jinki had stared up at the slightly taller man, anticipation running through his veins. With the way that Key was staring at his mouth, Jinki was sure that Key would be bending down to kiss him at any moment. Not wanting to ruin the moment, Jinki had frozen. It seemed, however, that he’d be waiting for much longer than he hoped.
There had also been the time when Key had accidentally discovered Jinki’s ticklish sides, which led to an impromptu wrestling match on Jinki’s living room floor. It had ended with Jinki pinned to the ground with a smiling and flushed Key leaning heavily over him. Jinki had been so sure that they would be kissing and catching their breath only to run out of it again together, but Key hesitated and in a flash he pulled both of them upright again and excused himself to the bathroom.
Even when Key had introduced Jinki to his friends, there had been such a moment. Key’s best friend, Minho, had emphatically explained that Key was a nice boy who deserved to be treated like a prince, to Key’s dismay and Jinki’s amusement. He of course agreed with Minho, wholeheartedly, and Jinki had been happy to say so.
“I know he’s a nice boy,” Jinki had said. “I’ll do my best to treat him as he deserves and give him nothing but my best. I promise, Minho, you have nothing to worry about. I have the best intentions.”
Minho had stared at Jinki suspiciously before his pursed lips spread into a wide smile. Jinki turned to look at Key, only to find him staring back with a look of plain affection on his face. That time Jinki had gotten a kiss, but only a quick one to the temple that was over far quicker than he’d wanted.
Now, three weeks into their relationship, Jinki was pretty sure that he was gonna have an emotional breakdown if Key didn’t kiss him already. There hadn’t even been a peck or a brush of lips to hold Jinki over, and he was falling for Key so quickly that he didn’t know what to do with himself.
For what seemed like the hundredth time since they met, Jinki was getting ready to go out with Key. There was a small fair near their university and both of them needed a break from their ever-increasing workload that had piled up just before the fall semester’s end; so spending a bunch of money they didn’t have on a useless activity seemed like the way to go.
It proved to be an excellent idea.
The fair was just the right amount of frivolous and fun. They spent far too much money on winning a stuffed animal that ended up being stiff and scratchy. They ate junk food from nearly every stall they walked past. And, Jinki got his kiss.
Just as they were headed out towards the parking lot, Jinki saw that the line to the Ferris wheel had winded down to just a few people. He dragged Key over to the line, wanting to get rid of the last of the tickets they’d purchased.
“Jinki, why don’t we just go catch a movie or something?” Key asked as their turn approached.
“Because we still have tickets left!” Jinki answered with a smile.
“Who cares?” Key mumbled, pulling a laugh out of Jinki. Jinki figured that maybe Key was tired of being on his feet, but he wanted to get on the Ferris wheel anyway.
“Aw, come on, there’s only a few more people ahead of us,” Jinki pouted. He knew that Key was still affected by his pout, and unsurprisingly, Key huffed and nodded. Jinki was pretty sure that his boyfriend was the cutest thing ever, standing there with a pout on his lips, holding a pink stuffed elephant. There was no stopping the overwhelming urge to kiss him, but Jinki limited himself to a small peck on the tip of his nose.
Instantly, Key’s face lit up, so bright in fact that Jinki couldn’t bear to look at him. Jinki nudged him forward and wrapped himself around Key’s back, reveling in the warmth building in his chest.
It wasn't a bad way to kill the time, wrapping his arms around his boyfriend who was still clutching the stuffed animal to his torso. As the line got shorter and shorter, Jinki swore that he felt Key get stiffer in his arms.
"Hey, are you okay?" Jinki asked as the couple in front of them boarded their spot on the Ferris wheel.
"I'm fine," Key answered, but his tone sounded much too clipped to hold any truth.
"It doesn't seem like you're okay," Jinki replied doubtfully. "If you want we can just go."
"No, it's okay, you wanted to get on the Ferris wheel and we're getting on the Ferris wheel."
"Key, its o-"
"Step up to the white line, let the couple exit before approaching," Jinki was interrupted by a bored teenager who was operating the ride. Since Key was still in front of him, Jinki couldn't see his face very well, but he could see how uncomfortable the other boy was by his posture.
"Seriously Key, let's not get on the ride," Jinki said a little more seriously.
"It's be fine Jinki," Key answered and walked towards the entrance of the carriage.
Jinki couldn't argue with that, so he obediently followed his boyfriend onto the ride, the pink elephant taking one end of the bench, Key in the middle and Jinki on the end. Their hands were clasped together tightly as soon as the security bar was brought against their thighs and the wheel started turning so they were lifted off the ground.
After a few moments of silence, Jinki looked over to find Key as white as a sheet.
Probably feeling Jinki's eyes on him, Key made a quiet admission, "So I'm afraid of heights."
Despite wanting to chuckle and the obviousness of the statement, Jinki pulled Key closer. "I can see that. Why did you get on the ride then?"
Key tsked and shrugged while burrowing as close to Jinki as he could, "You wanted to ride it and I didn't think it would be that bad. But… we're really high up."
"Think about something else," Jinki suggested mildly. He wasn't sure how Key dealt with fear, but distracting yourself was usually a pretty good way to go. "Think about what you want for dinner."
"Jinki, we've had so much junk food, I can't think about eating more," Key responded, his voice tight with anxiety.
"Babe, are you going to have a panic attack?" Jinki asked looking over at Key whose eyes were closed tightly and whose breathing looked measured and pained.
"No?" The answer was much more like a question, with Key's pitch far higher than Jinki had ever heard.
"Oh my G-" Jinki cut himself off, knowing that if he freaked out too it would only worsen the situation. "What can I do?"
Key shrugged stiffly, his grip on Jinki was still strong and his eyes were still closed. Jinki wanted to do something to make the situation better for Key, especially since he was the reason why they were on this stupid ride in the first place.
As best he could without moving very much at all, Jinki disentangled his right hand from the iron grip of Key's hand and wrapped it around the other boy's midsection. They were flush against each other when Jinki turned his face to nuzzle his nose against Key's cheek.
Jinki knew this probably wasn't the best time to be flirtatious, but it was the only thing he could think of to distract Key.
Okay, that and he really wanted to kiss the other boy.
It was encouraging that Key let his shoulders fall a little from their place around his ears. Jinki progressed to small kisses on his boyfriend's cheek and jaw; only just puckering his lips and applying the slightest of pressure.
When Key's shoulders were at normal level, and his breathing had evened out to solid deep breaths, Jinki pressed a small kiss to the corner of Key's lips.
With a sharp intake of breath, Key loosened up enough to turn a bit in his seat so he could kiss Jinki properly. There was no room for anxiety with all the passion that was coming off Key in waves. Despite the fear that had been there not moments ago, Key's entire focus shifted to how he wanted to kiss Jinki.
Or at least that's what it seemed like to Jinki.
It started with a gentle press of lips, Key's soft lips locking against Jinki's plush ones. With an exhale through his nose, Jinki let his lips part around Key's bottom lip. Their lips glided against each other's, then together, as Key slipped his hands into Jinki's hair. Jinki had been growing it out some, and the moment that Key's fingers tightened and tugged on his hair, he was infinitely thankful that he had.
Their open lips meant they were breathing into each other, and to be honest, Jinki was a little lost in the sensation of Key's lips pulling and pushing against his.
Rhythmic breathing became erratic as Key sucked on Jinki’s bottom lip, a muffled whimper working its way out of Jinki’s throat as his lips parted even further. With the easy access, Key didn’t hesitate to lick into Jinki’s mouth, coaxing quiet noises from Jinki with his evident skill. The kiss was both passionate and deliberate; with every flick of Key’s tongue, every soft exploration of his mouth, Jinki felt like he was falling apart at the seams.
And this was just a kiss.
If Jinki was falling apart, then his insides were also floating away as he was feeling lighter and happier than he had ever felt before. He was intent on giving back as good as he got it, wanting to make Key feel exactly as good as he felt in that moment.
Apparently, Key was also pretty gone on the kiss, because the next thing Jinki knew, there was that annoyed looking teenager coughing loudly to get their attention.
Jinki and Key pulled apart, but the way that Key’s eyes were reluctant to leave Jinki’s lips and the way he bit into his own bottom lip as if still savoring the kiss nearly made Jinki dive right back in.
“So, there are people waiting,” the teen said loudly.
Key nodded and moved to get up and off the ride, holding the pink elephant tightly in one hand and pulling Jinki along with the other.
Still dazed, Jinki couldn’t help but be thankful for whoever had taught Key to kiss like that because he got to reap all the benefits.
Part Two
Pairing: Onew/Key
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Romance
Warnings: Slight slutshaming (not by any main characters)
Final Word Count: 12,298
Author's Note: This fic was inspired by a song “Tu Reputación” by Ricardo Arjona. The song and an English translation of the lyrics can be found here: http://reputacion.weebly.com/
Also, in case you aren’t aware “re puta” means super slutty.
♫ Tu reputación son las primeras seis letras de esa palabra
Llevarte a la cama era más fácil que respirar ♫
Despite considering himself oblivious to the university's social happenings, Jinki had heard the rumors. Rumors about a gorgeous boy who was the embodiment of lust, and that no one was immune to his charms. He wasn’t sure where he’d heard it from, but the stories had been told more than once. Some of the stories were lewd and others clearly embellished, but all of the stories were demeaning. Jinki scoffed and ignored them, not truly knowing anything about the boy called Key, aside from how smoldering his eyes were.
“What are you staring at, Jinki?” One of the student editors of the literary magazine asked.
“Nothing,” Jinki lied and darted his eyes down at the plate in front of him. He couldn’t help it, he’d spotted Key across the restaurant and hadn’t been able to look away. There was something magnetic about the other boy, something that drew Jinki in and rendered him speechless.
“Oh good lord, not you too Jinki!” Joohyun groaned. “I refuse to accept that one of the best guys I know is attracted to Kim Key.”
“Is that his real name?” Jinki asked before he could stop himself. He was interested, that much was undeniable, but he hadn’t worked up the nerve to talk to Key.
Joohyun shrugged and nodded. “We went to high school together. Before he turned into this huge…”
“Huge what?” Jinki challenged. He knew Joohyun wouldn’t finish her sentence; she cared too much about her spotless reputation.
“You should talk to him, Jinki hyung,” Taemin said, poking at his food. “He’s actually really nice. He tutored me in one of my electives.”
Jinki smiled at the younger boy. He was the newest addition to the literary magazine staff, but he was already Jinki’s favorite.
“If it makes you feel any better about your chances, I hear that getting into his pants is easier than breathing,” Donghae snorted. Jinki didn’t have to intervene though, because Siwon reached over and punched Donghae in the arm muttering ‘Don’t be an ass’ under his breath.
Jinki allowed himself another peek at where Key was sitting, and smiled when he saw the boy let out a loud howl of a laugh. Laughter wracked Key’s body and it made Jinki’s chest pool with warmth.
♫ Tu teléfono es de total dominio popular ♫
Jinki made it a point to never use the restroom on campus. He was a nervous pee-er, and it didn't help that the bathroom in the English department was always filthy. But he had to go, and he had to go now.
That's how Jinki found himself in the Student Union basement, alone thankfully. As the sense of relief settled on his shoulders, Jinki began to take in his surroundings. There was a lot of writing on the bathroom stall walls, jokes and drawings taking up a lot of the surface area. A few of them were actually quite good, but something completely different caught his eye.
A few inches above the toilet paper holder, a phone number was written. Above it, though, stemmed comments and arrows pointing to the number. When Jinki was finished doing his business, he flushed the toilet, and got a closer look at what was written.
Key
xxx-xxxx-xxxx
Call for a fucking good time
Jinki was surprised to find Key’s phone number written on a bathroom stall, as if it was public domain, but he was even more shocked by the words written around it. There were extremely derogatory words, but there were only a few of them. The rest of the comments were praises talking about just how amazing Key was in bed, and in general.
Great guy, amazing fuck.
Wow, just wow. A+.
Cool dude, fucks like a fiend.
It was weird, but Jinki was oddly proud of Key. Good for him for doing well for himself, thought Jinki. Smiling to himself, he exited the stall to wash his hands. He walked back into the stall, however, and saved the phone number to his cell.
♫ Y tu colchón tiene mas huellas que una playa en pleno verano
Has hecho el amor más veces que mi abuela, y aun no acabas ni la escuela ♫
Unable to concentrate any longer, Jinki stretched his arms over his head and let his eyes flutter closed. He needed to move or else he was going to fall asleep right on top of his Ethics textbook. Jinki signaled at Sunyoung that he was going to take a quick stroll around the library. She smiled and nodded at him, so Jinki pushed the chair back, gliding against the blue carpet.
Jinki was planning on walking down to the coffee shop right outside the library, but he remembered that he was still missing a few more sources for his paper. He figured that he could round up those books and treat Sunyoung to a coffee since she was so benevolently keeping him company during his most stressful time. So he headed up to the stacks on the fifth floor and pulled his phone out to double check the location.
He was wandering around checking reference numbers, when he heard a loud whine coming from one of the group study rooms along the edge of the library. Thinking that someone could be hurt, Jinki walked towards the sound. He peaked in the farthest room, the little window in the door giving him enough space to look inside. The lights were off and there was no one occupying the room, so he kept going. One of the rooms held a dozing girl; another had two guys with obnoxiously large headphones covering their ears. The one on the end though, had the thing that had drawn Jinki close.
There were two people having sex. It seemed to be really good sex, too.
The girl was mostly clothed, as far as Jinki could see, laid across the small table of the room. She was wearing a skirt that had pooled at her hips, since she had her legs wrapped around the guy's midsection. With her head tossed back in pleasure, Jinki could see that her eyes were closed tightly, and she was biting her bottom lip harshly, probably to keep from making a sound like the one that caught Jinki's attention. She looked like the epitome of pleasure, with her thighs clenching and her back arching clear off the table until she was almost sitting. The guy, also dressed, had his face buried in her neck, and Jinki could see how his powerful thrusts were rocking the table.
Just as Jinki was about to turn and leave the pair to their activity, the guy stood tall and held the girl's hips as he grinded against her. The girl let out a squeal, but Jinki was more surprised by the man's face than the noise. It was Key. Key was fucking this girl within an inch of her life, and was still somehow managing to make eye contact with Jinki.
Jinki was startled, but for some reason he didn’t look away. It didn’t look like Key minded, especially not with the smirk he shot at Jinki, never slowing down. Key was glistening with sweat that had no doubt built up from his exertion, making him look like he was glowing. He was wearing a swoop neck t-shirt, and his exquisite neck and sharp collarbone demanded Jinki’s attention, but he couldn’t draw his eyes away from Key’s. There was no reaction from the other man; Key only shifted so he could bring one arm across the girl’s back to steady her, still fucking her hard enough to rattle the table. For a moment, Jinki just stood there and held Key’s gaze while the other man had sex. It was arousing as fuck, and while Jinki had never watched porn before he could definitely understand the draw of it now.
The girl let out a strangled cry, catching both Jinki and Key’s attention. As soon as Key’s eyes fell to the girl before him, Jinki ducked out of sight. He admonished himself for having stood there for so long, for watching Key like he had. It was stupid of him, and not only because watching other people had sex made him a bit of a voyeur, but because for the rest of the afternoon he couldn’t get the image out of his head.
He pulled books from the stacks with the image of Key having sex with the girl in the forefront of his mind. He went to get coffee thinking about how attractive and dominating Key looked as he shook the table with his thrusts.
Jinki didn’t get much done for the rest of the day.
♫ Y aun sabiendo que no eres el mejor partido
Dime quien puede contra Cupido ♫
Even though he really wanted to, Jinki was unable to go home for fall break. There was a lot of work that he had to do both at the literary magazine and for some of his more demanding classes. Having the campus so empty was rather nice, though, since he was able to walk from one place to another without bumping into someone every third step.
The downside, though, was that most of his friends had left for break. There was no one to eat dinner with, or to study with, and that left Jinki in a bit of a funk. He didn’t mind eating on his own in his apartment, but when it came to eating on campus, he always felt weird eating alone. It made him feel like people would look at him with pity, because he didn’t have any friends.
“I have friends! I’m not weird!” Jinki wanted to shout as he grabbed food from one of the campus cafeterias. He didn’t, however, because he figured that would bring more negative attention. Or whatever.
Studying alone had also proved to be a problem. Usually if Jinki saw that someone else was studying with him, he was able to focus. If there was no one around, he would get distracted and end up watching cat videos for extended periods of time. It was an addiction, but Jinki didn’t know how to stop. That was why he was always studying in groups, even if the subjects his friends were occupied with had nothing to do with his.
One afternoon, after a spectacularly wasted morning spent in the library, Jinki was just about ready to pack his things up and head home for the rest of the break. If he wasn’t going to do any of his work, then he preferred to do nothing while also being pampered by his mother. Jinki decided to grab a quick bite to eat in one of the fast food places on the edge of campus before going home to pack, but he never made it back to his apartment.
Sitting in one of the booths, eating alone, was Key. Jinki did a double take as he entered the restaurant, wanting to laugh at the coincidence. He walked up to the counter and placed his order then stood to the side to wait for it. Jinki shot a glance at where Key was sitting and watched the other man momentarily. Key was absorbed in a book, his food being completely ignored.
Jinki considered going over and sitting with Key, but he couldn’t think of what his opening line should be. Maybe he could say something about being friends with Taemin? But that would be weird and Key would know that Jinki had been talking about him. Perhaps he could make a joke about not wanting to eat alone, or ask Key if he wanted some company. Jinki wasn’t sure though, he’d never been particularly good at initiating a conversation. Most of his friends were his friends because they spoke to Jinki first.
The cashier called Jinki’s receipt number, even though he was the only one waiting for food, and Jinki stepped forward to grab his tray. He carefully took his tray to the soda machine and filled the empty cup with Coke, not wanting to attract attention to himself before heading over to talk to Key. He still wasn’t 100% sure about his plan, or what he was going to say, but Jinki decided to wing it.
“So you watched me have sex,” said a deep voice behind Jinki, scaring him. Jinki then proceeded to jump, squish his soda cup and spill the drink everywhere. “Shit!”
Jinki couldn’t even try to clean up the mess before him, as he was still holding the cup and his food tray. "Oh fuck," Jinki breathed out. This was definitely not part of the plan. Key reached around Jinki and pulled the cup from his hand. The younger boy immediately pulled napkins from the dispenser and tossed them down to where Jinki’s soda had spilled on the counter. Jinki felt like an idiot, but he was able to hold onto his tray with both hands as Key moved around him. A few seconds later, after Key had the spill under control, the cashier ran up to them with a towel in his hand.
“I’m so sorry,” Jinki said, to both Key and the cashier.
“No worries, man,” the cashier said with a shrug. “It's not like it's busy.”
“I’m sorry I startled you,” Key muttered. “This was obviously my fault.”
“No! Of course not,” Jinki argued. “I’m a little clumsy, so it was my fault.”
“You wouldn’t have squeezed the cup if I didn’t scare you, though,” Key countered. “So, yeah, my fault.”
“You didn’t have to help me, though, so thank you,” Jinki replied.
“Oh my God, please just go sit down,” the cashier said, clearly exasperated with their uncomfortable exchange. “It was just an accident.”
Jinki and Key looked at each other and both started laughing. They walked away from the counter and Key awkwardly handed the half empty cup to the cashier before guiding Jinki to his table.
“Well that was the least smooth I’ve ever been,” Key laughed as they sat down.
“I’m pretty sure you just witnessed my worst moment,” Jinki joked. “And that was a terrible line.”
“It wasn’t a line! I was about to say that since you’ve already seen me have sex then you should have lunch with me so we didn’t sit alone!” Key exclaimed. “I hate eating by myself.”
“Oh,” Jinki said, surprised. “I guess that makes sense.”
“Why, did you want it to be a line?” Key asked, a smile on his face. “Because if you’d go for it, it could be.”
And that was how Jinki and Key started hanging out.
♫ Y se es que yo no he sido un monje
Porque voy a exigirte que seas santa ♫
Jinki was sure that his crush was far too obvious to deny. It was why he didn't bother pretending that he didn't like Key as much as he did. If he thought of Key (which was all the time now), Jinki sent him a text message. If he suddenly felt the need to see Key, he’d invite the other boy out. It was nice for Jinki, doing what he wanted and not being shy about it.
Jinki was also pretty sure that his feelings were returned. Key sought him out nearly as much as Jinki did. There were lunches and dinners and movies and study dates until they were seeing each other at least three times a week.
It was almost like they were dating, except that Key never made a move. Jinki wanted to take the first step, but it never worked out in his favor. If he reached out to take Key's hand, the other boy would get distracted and pull away. If Jinki tried to confess, Key's phone would ring and ruin the moment. It was like the universe didn't want Jinki to have a super cute boyfriend.
And he wasn't too happy about that.
“Do you want to be my boyfriend?” Jinki finally managed to ask, six weeks after they'd started seeing each other. He'd considered it dating, but he wanted to put a label on what they had. Just for the sake of being able to call Key his boyfriend, really.
The two of them were having dinner in Jinki’s apartment on a random Wednesday night and Jinki felt like he couldn't hold back his feelings anymore. He wanted to be able to hold Key's hand and snuggle with him on the couch, among other things.
Instead of immediately responding, Key took a moment before he sighed. “Jinki, I don't know.”
“What don't you know?” Jinki asked, puzzled. “Have I been reading this wrong? Do you not like me?”
“That’s not it at all,” Key replied. “It's just, I think you’re a nice guy.”
“I’m confused,” Jinki said genuinely, he wasn’t sure where this was going. “Is that a bad thing?”
Key smiled, looking at Jinki fondly. “Look, I don’t have a low self esteem, nor do I regret my past decisions, but I’ve slept around a lot.”
“I don’t understand how that has to do with being my boyfriend,” Jinki muttered. He figured that Key was just trying to find a way to let him down easy.
“I do like you, a lot actually,” Key admitted. “I just think that you’ll get shit for being with me. People are going to talk and be mean.”
Jinki shrugged, “If that was enough to stop me, then I wouldn’t be a very good boyfriend.” It wasn’t like he was blind to the looks and murmured comments they got when they were out together, but that wasn’t something that he cared about.
“I just don’t want to put you through something like that if you just kind of like me, you know?” Key asked, moving his food around his plate. Jinki had waited until they were almost done with their meal before asking, just in case Key wanted to excuse himself. Now the plates in front of them were just a frustration to Jinki, giving Key the perfect excuse to not look him in the eye.
“I don’t ‘just kind of like you’ Key,” Jinki assured. “I like you a lot. And I’d like to give us a try.”
“I’m not exaggerating, Jinki, I’ve slept around a lot,” Key said again. “Are you going to be okay with that? You’re not going to get crazy jealous and overbearing? Because sometimes people can’t handle the fact that their partner isn’t some pure, virginal being.”
“That’s fine-”Jinki said before he was interrupted.
“And it’s okay if you’re not comfortable with that, because you shouldn’t be with someone who makes you uncomfortable!” Key ranted. “Not to mention, I’m a flirty person. I just can’t help it, that’s just how I am.”
“Key, do you want to be my boyfriend?” Jinki asked, voice steadier than he felt. In his opinion, the only thing that was standing in the way of he and Key becoming a couple was consent. Jinki had nothing else holding him back from trying to make Key see how good they would be together.
“Yes?” Key answered, or rather, asked.
“Do you mind that I’m not a virgin?”
“No,” Key answered with a shake of his head.
“Well I don’t mind that you aren’t either,” Jinki confirmed. “I’m not a generally jealous person. As long as you don’t cheat on me or you know, cross boundaries with other people, then I think we’ll be okay.”
“Um, okay,” Key said. He gave a firm nod, as if letting the information sink in. Jinki could see that Key was still processing the information, with his eyes flittering from side to side, but he found hope in the way that his lips were pulling into a small smile.
“Now, can we finish this dinner and cuddle on the couch?” Jinki asked, hoping to lighten the mood.
Key finally looked up and shot Jinki a killer smile, one that lit up his entire face and made him nearly too gorgeous to look at directly, and Jinki knew he’d picked a good one.
♫ Si el pasado te enseño a besar así
Bendito sea el que estuvo antes de mi ♫
Three weeks. Key had been Jinki’s boyfriend for three whole weeks and the only way they got physical was cuddling on Jinki’s couch or Key’s bed or wherever else. It wasn’t like Jinki expected them to have sex right away, he didn’t have any expectations, but he was still dying to kiss Key.
Jinki wouldn’t have been as distressed as he was if Key had shown no signs of wanting to move forward with the physical aspect of their relationship, but there had been so many almost-kisses that he was going to cry if it didn’t happen soon.
After their first official date, which had included the typical dinner and movie, Key had dropped Jinki off at the door of his apartment. They were talking about the movie just outside of his building when Jinki laughed and brought his hand up to cover his loud guffaw. Key leaned over slightly and pulled Jinki’s hand away from his mouth.
“Don’t do that,” Key’s voice lowered to a whisper. “I love your laugh.”
Jinki had stared up at the slightly taller man, anticipation running through his veins. With the way that Key was staring at his mouth, Jinki was sure that Key would be bending down to kiss him at any moment. Not wanting to ruin the moment, Jinki had frozen. It seemed, however, that he’d be waiting for much longer than he hoped.
There had also been the time when Key had accidentally discovered Jinki’s ticklish sides, which led to an impromptu wrestling match on Jinki’s living room floor. It had ended with Jinki pinned to the ground with a smiling and flushed Key leaning heavily over him. Jinki had been so sure that they would be kissing and catching their breath only to run out of it again together, but Key hesitated and in a flash he pulled both of them upright again and excused himself to the bathroom.
Even when Key had introduced Jinki to his friends, there had been such a moment. Key’s best friend, Minho, had emphatically explained that Key was a nice boy who deserved to be treated like a prince, to Key’s dismay and Jinki’s amusement. He of course agreed with Minho, wholeheartedly, and Jinki had been happy to say so.
“I know he’s a nice boy,” Jinki had said. “I’ll do my best to treat him as he deserves and give him nothing but my best. I promise, Minho, you have nothing to worry about. I have the best intentions.”
Minho had stared at Jinki suspiciously before his pursed lips spread into a wide smile. Jinki turned to look at Key, only to find him staring back with a look of plain affection on his face. That time Jinki had gotten a kiss, but only a quick one to the temple that was over far quicker than he’d wanted.
Now, three weeks into their relationship, Jinki was pretty sure that he was gonna have an emotional breakdown if Key didn’t kiss him already. There hadn’t even been a peck or a brush of lips to hold Jinki over, and he was falling for Key so quickly that he didn’t know what to do with himself.
For what seemed like the hundredth time since they met, Jinki was getting ready to go out with Key. There was a small fair near their university and both of them needed a break from their ever-increasing workload that had piled up just before the fall semester’s end; so spending a bunch of money they didn’t have on a useless activity seemed like the way to go.
It proved to be an excellent idea.
The fair was just the right amount of frivolous and fun. They spent far too much money on winning a stuffed animal that ended up being stiff and scratchy. They ate junk food from nearly every stall they walked past. And, Jinki got his kiss.
Just as they were headed out towards the parking lot, Jinki saw that the line to the Ferris wheel had winded down to just a few people. He dragged Key over to the line, wanting to get rid of the last of the tickets they’d purchased.
“Jinki, why don’t we just go catch a movie or something?” Key asked as their turn approached.
“Because we still have tickets left!” Jinki answered with a smile.
“Who cares?” Key mumbled, pulling a laugh out of Jinki. Jinki figured that maybe Key was tired of being on his feet, but he wanted to get on the Ferris wheel anyway.
“Aw, come on, there’s only a few more people ahead of us,” Jinki pouted. He knew that Key was still affected by his pout, and unsurprisingly, Key huffed and nodded. Jinki was pretty sure that his boyfriend was the cutest thing ever, standing there with a pout on his lips, holding a pink stuffed elephant. There was no stopping the overwhelming urge to kiss him, but Jinki limited himself to a small peck on the tip of his nose.
Instantly, Key’s face lit up, so bright in fact that Jinki couldn’t bear to look at him. Jinki nudged him forward and wrapped himself around Key’s back, reveling in the warmth building in his chest.
It wasn't a bad way to kill the time, wrapping his arms around his boyfriend who was still clutching the stuffed animal to his torso. As the line got shorter and shorter, Jinki swore that he felt Key get stiffer in his arms.
"Hey, are you okay?" Jinki asked as the couple in front of them boarded their spot on the Ferris wheel.
"I'm fine," Key answered, but his tone sounded much too clipped to hold any truth.
"It doesn't seem like you're okay," Jinki replied doubtfully. "If you want we can just go."
"No, it's okay, you wanted to get on the Ferris wheel and we're getting on the Ferris wheel."
"Key, its o-"
"Step up to the white line, let the couple exit before approaching," Jinki was interrupted by a bored teenager who was operating the ride. Since Key was still in front of him, Jinki couldn't see his face very well, but he could see how uncomfortable the other boy was by his posture.
"Seriously Key, let's not get on the ride," Jinki said a little more seriously.
"It's be fine Jinki," Key answered and walked towards the entrance of the carriage.
Jinki couldn't argue with that, so he obediently followed his boyfriend onto the ride, the pink elephant taking one end of the bench, Key in the middle and Jinki on the end. Their hands were clasped together tightly as soon as the security bar was brought against their thighs and the wheel started turning so they were lifted off the ground.
After a few moments of silence, Jinki looked over to find Key as white as a sheet.
Probably feeling Jinki's eyes on him, Key made a quiet admission, "So I'm afraid of heights."
Despite wanting to chuckle and the obviousness of the statement, Jinki pulled Key closer. "I can see that. Why did you get on the ride then?"
Key tsked and shrugged while burrowing as close to Jinki as he could, "You wanted to ride it and I didn't think it would be that bad. But… we're really high up."
"Think about something else," Jinki suggested mildly. He wasn't sure how Key dealt with fear, but distracting yourself was usually a pretty good way to go. "Think about what you want for dinner."
"Jinki, we've had so much junk food, I can't think about eating more," Key responded, his voice tight with anxiety.
"Babe, are you going to have a panic attack?" Jinki asked looking over at Key whose eyes were closed tightly and whose breathing looked measured and pained.
"No?" The answer was much more like a question, with Key's pitch far higher than Jinki had ever heard.
"Oh my G-" Jinki cut himself off, knowing that if he freaked out too it would only worsen the situation. "What can I do?"
Key shrugged stiffly, his grip on Jinki was still strong and his eyes were still closed. Jinki wanted to do something to make the situation better for Key, especially since he was the reason why they were on this stupid ride in the first place.
As best he could without moving very much at all, Jinki disentangled his right hand from the iron grip of Key's hand and wrapped it around the other boy's midsection. They were flush against each other when Jinki turned his face to nuzzle his nose against Key's cheek.
Jinki knew this probably wasn't the best time to be flirtatious, but it was the only thing he could think of to distract Key.
Okay, that and he really wanted to kiss the other boy.
It was encouraging that Key let his shoulders fall a little from their place around his ears. Jinki progressed to small kisses on his boyfriend's cheek and jaw; only just puckering his lips and applying the slightest of pressure.
When Key's shoulders were at normal level, and his breathing had evened out to solid deep breaths, Jinki pressed a small kiss to the corner of Key's lips.
With a sharp intake of breath, Key loosened up enough to turn a bit in his seat so he could kiss Jinki properly. There was no room for anxiety with all the passion that was coming off Key in waves. Despite the fear that had been there not moments ago, Key's entire focus shifted to how he wanted to kiss Jinki.
Or at least that's what it seemed like to Jinki.
It started with a gentle press of lips, Key's soft lips locking against Jinki's plush ones. With an exhale through his nose, Jinki let his lips part around Key's bottom lip. Their lips glided against each other's, then together, as Key slipped his hands into Jinki's hair. Jinki had been growing it out some, and the moment that Key's fingers tightened and tugged on his hair, he was infinitely thankful that he had.
Their open lips meant they were breathing into each other, and to be honest, Jinki was a little lost in the sensation of Key's lips pulling and pushing against his.
Rhythmic breathing became erratic as Key sucked on Jinki’s bottom lip, a muffled whimper working its way out of Jinki’s throat as his lips parted even further. With the easy access, Key didn’t hesitate to lick into Jinki’s mouth, coaxing quiet noises from Jinki with his evident skill. The kiss was both passionate and deliberate; with every flick of Key’s tongue, every soft exploration of his mouth, Jinki felt like he was falling apart at the seams.
And this was just a kiss.
If Jinki was falling apart, then his insides were also floating away as he was feeling lighter and happier than he had ever felt before. He was intent on giving back as good as he got it, wanting to make Key feel exactly as good as he felt in that moment.
Apparently, Key was also pretty gone on the kiss, because the next thing Jinki knew, there was that annoyed looking teenager coughing loudly to get their attention.
Jinki and Key pulled apart, but the way that Key’s eyes were reluctant to leave Jinki’s lips and the way he bit into his own bottom lip as if still savoring the kiss nearly made Jinki dive right back in.
“So, there are people waiting,” the teen said loudly.
Key nodded and moved to get up and off the ride, holding the pink elephant tightly in one hand and pulling Jinki along with the other.
Still dazed, Jinki couldn’t help but be thankful for whoever had taught Key to kiss like that because he got to reap all the benefits.
Part Two