miracle;
-oneshot-
pairing: jongkey
rating: nc-17 (to be safe)
warnings: uhhh, just language, really. and slight sexual references in the beginning. ._.
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Kibum slowly pushed himself into Jonghyun, breath catching at the tightness and heat around his cock. He drank in the older boys soft mewls and gentle pleas of "More, K-Kibum. More..." Lets Jonghyun's voice wrap around him. Sink into his skin. Jonghyun reached out and roughly brought Kibum's lips to his own; a clash of teeth and tongues, and pants and grunts.
Jonghyun and Kibum were part time friends, and full time fuck buddies. Both too blind by their own fears to understand the tightening in their chests, when their hands would brush. Too blind to see how the other's eyes would soften when one of them laughed or sang a song that was "A work in progess, nothing special.". They didn't live in the same apartment, but Kibum might as well have been rooming with Jonghyun; the door man (a strange, mysterious, and all too quiet, but very attractive, teen boy by the name of Minho) knew them both very well-first names and everything.
Anyone could see it was there. Not the attraction, but past the tension. Anyone could hear their arguments; the yelling and screaming, and the "I could do so much fucking better than you, Jonghyun! Don't think that you're irreplaceble!" and the all too common reply, "Then why the fuck are you still here, Kibum?!" Always followed by the slamming of the door, and the sound of feet stomping up the stairs to the respective boys apartment.
But it never did last for long. Something in Jonghyun's heart would crack; tug him back up those stairs, and he would ring the buzzer. Kibum would never hesitate to wrench open the door a moment later, high cheekbones regaining color, a smile splitting across his face.
"I brought Starbucks." Jonghyun would sheepishly hold out the cup (always accompanied by a fresh donut from Kibum's favorite bakery, Sweet Dreams, run by his two best friends Taemin and Jinki.), and flash a smile back.
And as always when Kibum would wrap a hand around Jonghyun's wrist, dragging him into his place, his heart would stop and stutter and pick up speed so fast, he was afraid it would break out of his chest and attack the blonde. Kibum was quick to squash the feeling everytime. Always with the same thought, No. There's just no way.
People have always found a way to rip out Kibum's heart, and tear it into tiny, bite-sized pieces, and then consume it with milk. They always seemed to take him for a ride, and then push him out onto the side of the road when they were done. Letting him hit the pavement with nothing but a throaty laugh.
But not this time.
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Jonghyun stared down at the boy laying next to him on the bed. At the ink black hair, touseled in every direction. Listened to the soft sighs of air, as they passed through pink, kiss swollen, lips. A creamy pale shoulder peeked out from under the covers, as Kibum shifted just a tad, and curled into Jonghyun's side. And that's when Jonghyun decided that's where Kibum belonged. Right next to him.
And the blonde pulled Kibum just a little bit closer.
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Jonghyun matched Kibum's glare with one just as blazing. "What the fuck do you want from me, Kibum?"
"I want something more than this, Jonghyun!" Jonghyun felt his chest tighten painfully, and his temper flared. He reached up and grabbed a fistful of Kibum's collar, pulling him down to eye level roughly. "It's not my fault that your a dense son of a bitch, who doesn't realize the I'm trying to give you my heart on a silver platter." he hissed. Kibum's eyes widened a bit, confusion mixing with anger. Jonghyun continued. "Or maybe you're just so fucking scared of what might happen if you actually accept it, and give me yours in return. Because guess what? I'm finished with us dancing around each other. You don't have a reason, and I don't have the fucking time."
The blonde shoved Kibum away, and grabbed his keys from the table, tugging the door open. "Jonghyun!" Said boy paused, lips in a tight line, eyes hard. All the fight and anger was now gone from Kibum's face. All that was left was a broken boy, shivering in the cold and pouring rain. "Why..." Kibum looked at the floor for a moment before hesitantly meeting Jonghyun's eyes once more. "Why did you always come back? Why were you always...there when I woke up?"
"I was waiting for something." And then Jonghyun walked out. The door clicking softy shut behind him.
I was waitng for a miracle.
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It was a few months later, and Kibum hadn't heard a single thing from Jonghyun. He never saw the blonde boy either, despite their living only one floor apart from each other. Kibum surpressed a sigh; Minho had told him a few days ago that he needed to stop sighing so much, and go talk to him. ("Hyung, quit being a pansy, and talk it out with him.") Upon which, Kibum told him that he needed to have respect for his elders, and stomped off (knowing full well that Minho was completely right.).
"Fuck my life," the raven mumbled unlocking the door to his apartment. He glanced up and a small, almost inaudible gasp escaped his lips.
Jonghyun smiled winningly back at Kibum from his perch on one of the bar stools near the kitchen island. "Hey," he replied, looking about as nervous as Kibum felt. "I-I...what are you-"
Jonghyun cut him off. "I decided not to bring Starbucks this time, I figured you'd want to head on over to the bakery instead." The boy blushed, eyes quickly finding the outdated, 70s carpeting to be the most stylish thing in the world. Kibum tried to get his heart to start beating again, but he found that it would just keep stuttering and stopping, and speeding up. Just like it always did when it knew Jonghyun was near.
Jonghyun peered up at Kibum through his bangs, and was caught in a tight hug. "You came back." Jonghyun was startled by the words, but smiled softly and unpried the younger from him; only to cup his face gently within his hands. "I love you, Kibum." And he meshed his lips to Kibum's. Something soft, and sweet, and real.
The miracle they both desperately needed, was each other.
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It's not faith if you use your eyes.
pairing: jongkey
rating: nc-17 (to be safe)
warnings: uhhh, just language, really. and slight sexual references in the beginning. ._.
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Kibum slowly pushed himself into Jonghyun, breath catching at the tightness and heat around his cock. He drank in the older boys soft mewls and gentle pleas of "More, K-Kibum. More..." Lets Jonghyun's voice wrap around him. Sink into his skin. Jonghyun reached out and roughly brought Kibum's lips to his own; a clash of teeth and tongues, and pants and grunts.
Jonghyun and Kibum were part time friends, and full time fuck buddies. Both too blind by their own fears to understand the tightening in their chests, when their hands would brush. Too blind to see how the other's eyes would soften when one of them laughed or sang a song that was "A work in progess, nothing special.". They didn't live in the same apartment, but Kibum might as well have been rooming with Jonghyun; the door man (a strange, mysterious, and all too quiet, but very attractive, teen boy by the name of Minho) knew them both very well-first names and everything.
Anyone could see it was there. Not the attraction, but past the tension. Anyone could hear their arguments; the yelling and screaming, and the "I could do so much fucking better than you, Jonghyun! Don't think that you're irreplaceble!" and the all too common reply, "Then why the fuck are you still here, Kibum?!" Always followed by the slamming of the door, and the sound of feet stomping up the stairs to the respective boys apartment.
But it never did last for long. Something in Jonghyun's heart would crack; tug him back up those stairs, and he would ring the buzzer. Kibum would never hesitate to wrench open the door a moment later, high cheekbones regaining color, a smile splitting across his face.
"I brought Starbucks." Jonghyun would sheepishly hold out the cup (always accompanied by a fresh donut from Kibum's favorite bakery, Sweet Dreams, run by his two best friends Taemin and Jinki.), and flash a smile back.
And as always when Kibum would wrap a hand around Jonghyun's wrist, dragging him into his place, his heart would stop and stutter and pick up speed so fast, he was afraid it would break out of his chest and attack the blonde. Kibum was quick to squash the feeling everytime. Always with the same thought, No. There's just no way.
People have always found a way to rip out Kibum's heart, and tear it into tiny, bite-sized pieces, and then consume it with milk. They always seemed to take him for a ride, and then push him out onto the side of the road when they were done. Letting him hit the pavement with nothing but a throaty laugh.
But not this time.
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Jonghyun stared down at the boy laying next to him on the bed. At the ink black hair, touseled in every direction. Listened to the soft sighs of air, as they passed through pink, kiss swollen, lips. A creamy pale shoulder peeked out from under the covers, as Kibum shifted just a tad, and curled into Jonghyun's side. And that's when Jonghyun decided that's where Kibum belonged. Right next to him.
And the blonde pulled Kibum just a little bit closer.
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Jonghyun matched Kibum's glare with one just as blazing. "What the fuck do you want from me, Kibum?"
"I want something more than this, Jonghyun!" Jonghyun felt his chest tighten painfully, and his temper flared. He reached up and grabbed a fistful of Kibum's collar, pulling him down to eye level roughly. "It's not my fault that your a dense son of a bitch, who doesn't realize the I'm trying to give you my heart on a silver platter." he hissed. Kibum's eyes widened a bit, confusion mixing with anger. Jonghyun continued. "Or maybe you're just so fucking scared of what might happen if you actually accept it, and give me yours in return. Because guess what? I'm finished with us dancing around each other. You don't have a reason, and I don't have the fucking time."
The blonde shoved Kibum away, and grabbed his keys from the table, tugging the door open. "Jonghyun!" Said boy paused, lips in a tight line, eyes hard. All the fight and anger was now gone from Kibum's face. All that was left was a broken boy, shivering in the cold and pouring rain. "Why..." Kibum looked at the floor for a moment before hesitantly meeting Jonghyun's eyes once more. "Why did you always come back? Why were you always...there when I woke up?"
"I was waiting for something." And then Jonghyun walked out. The door clicking softy shut behind him.
I was waitng for a miracle.
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It was a few months later, and Kibum hadn't heard a single thing from Jonghyun. He never saw the blonde boy either, despite their living only one floor apart from each other. Kibum surpressed a sigh; Minho had told him a few days ago that he needed to stop sighing so much, and go talk to him. ("Hyung, quit being a pansy, and talk it out with him.") Upon which, Kibum told him that he needed to have respect for his elders, and stomped off (knowing full well that Minho was completely right.).
"Fuck my life," the raven mumbled unlocking the door to his apartment. He glanced up and a small, almost inaudible gasp escaped his lips.
Jonghyun smiled winningly back at Kibum from his perch on one of the bar stools near the kitchen island. "Hey," he replied, looking about as nervous as Kibum felt. "I-I...what are you-"
Jonghyun cut him off. "I decided not to bring Starbucks this time, I figured you'd want to head on over to the bakery instead." The boy blushed, eyes quickly finding the outdated, 70s carpeting to be the most stylish thing in the world. Kibum tried to get his heart to start beating again, but he found that it would just keep stuttering and stopping, and speeding up. Just like it always did when it knew Jonghyun was near.
Jonghyun peered up at Kibum through his bangs, and was caught in a tight hug. "You came back." Jonghyun was startled by the words, but smiled softly and unpried the younger from him; only to cup his face gently within his hands. "I love you, Kibum." And he meshed his lips to Kibum's. Something soft, and sweet, and real.
The miracle they both desperately needed, was each other.
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It's not faith if you use your eyes.