Always
Kibum’s eyes were on the doll. He had to grab one, he just had to. It wasn’t fair (at least not to him) that his quality time with his son was shared among the other members. Okay, so maybe technically they were all Yoogeun’s fathers, but hey, fans already considered him as Yoogeun’s mother. Kibum tried to get past Jonghyun, who was persistently blocking his way from the front. He felt tugging on the raccoon costume he was wearing. Without thinking, he tried to push the person away, only to be pulled even closer. Get off! Kibum’s voice cracked a little as he shrieked. He really, really wanted to have some alone time with Yoogeun.
But then soft hands were on his waist and he could not help the smile that immediately broke across his face. Jinki. Jinki’s hands snaked up to Kibum’s stomach and lifted Kibum off the toy onto Jinki’s chest, falling off his own toy car in the process. Jinki’s arms were wrapped securely around Kibum, leaving allowance only for him to thrash around. Kibum wished they could stay in that position, but they were still being filmed and the younger boy half-heartedly tried to escape Jinki’s grasp. Just then, Jinki pressed a few fingertips against Kibum’s ribcage, and the other boy knew what Jinki meant. I’m letting go.
As Jinki loosened his hold on Kibum, and Kibum ran up to Jonghyun, still pretending to be interested in the game when in fact, he still could not think coherently after that little moment with Jinki. (After all, it was rare for them to touch each other so much on camera.) Every time the two made contact, Kibum’s body would stiffen and his heartbeat increased ten-fold. Call him paranoid, but Kibum was afraid that the fans would catch on about their relationship, happily ignoring the fact that they seemed even more suspicious being awkward together one moment, and laughing together the next.
When they stopped filming for a lunch break, Kibum pulled Jinki to the restroom, devouring Jinki’s lips once they were safely locked inside a cubicle. Jinki, Kibum moaned against Jinki’s lips. The leader pulled away, and gently caressed Kibum’s face. Not now, he whispered. Kibum’s eyes were dark. When, he asked, voice thick with want and a slight hiss of anger. When we get home, Jinki promised, I’m all yours. Jinki pressed a chaste kiss onto Kibum’s lips and the younger boy’s body relaxed, his anger fading away. (He could never stay mad at Jinki anyway.) Jinki gave their intertwined hands (when they had gotten clasped together Kibum does not know) a small squeeze and kissed Kibum’s hand before letting go.
Kibum’s heart sank as their hands lost contact; maybe he was scared that Jinki might disappear if he didn’t hold on tightly enough. But Kibum caught the warm smile Jinki was directing at him, and his arm fell limp to his side.
Because he knew, Jinki would be there for him, always.
A/N: idk, i'm sorry if this isn't good enough. D8 and oh em, i'm working on the other one. Taking my time though, sorry!