humbug (standalone)
kris/kai | R | 1, 593 words
warning: incestuous relationship between cousins. possible dark theme, according to this fic's title.
the memory jongin can restore about kris is limited. his older by four years cousin used to take him to play basketball a lot; because playing basketball would help them gaining height in the future. jongin was only ten, but at least he actually aces the game now, and he’s pretty tall for any sixteen years old standard.
kris also always treated him milkshake after their basketball session, before he took jongin home, pedaling his blue bike on the outer side of the road because that’s what a big ‘brother’ should do; protecting his little brother. jongin has two noonas and kris had no one else but him.
when kris wasn’t busy with his friends or school he would come in and played playstation and ate dinner and watched baseball match with jongin’s appa; his uncle.
but one day kris and his whole family moved to canada, and jongin was only ten he didn’t have a cellphone yet so kris is remembered as a very dear cousin.
who is coming back to korea to fulfill a one semester scholarship exchange program in seoul national university.
his apartment is only half an hour bus ride from the kim’s, and he promises to often visit jongin-“only jongin?” jongin’s umma teases-because it’s been awhile.
six years, jongin smiles to his lap, hearing kris’ low and although still monotonous; warm voice being transmitted from canada to seoul via the speakerphone of the kim’s house phone.
▲▼
jongin comes home to an extra pair of huge sized converse; practically beaming when he enters the living room and finds kris is there, sitting across his umma and his second noona, telling them something about canadian girls.
but something is wrong.
“jongin-ah,” kris says, turns to smile at him, and something inside of jongin just falls easily.
it’s been six years alright; kris is way older now, looking so broad and big and his hair is sandy blonde and his whole presence aura makes jongin’s knees turn into jelly. jongin takes a seat next to kris, blinking the whole time his umma teasing him about his grades, his height, and his accomplishments ever since kris left korea. kris ruffles his hair and pats his back proudly, like a big brother should and would; but what is this giddiness?
and the pleasant shiver running through his body whenever kris touches him and his reddened cheeks? his second noona shrieks the latter fact, and of course kris sees it, and jongin throws away his dignity to whine like a kid to stop it!
before kris goes back to his apartment, he gives jongin a hug and his cellphone number. jongin stares to his iphone during dinner; his fingers itch to send a text to kris but the something inside of him is being too shy. in the end, his second noona smacks his head and taunts him with, “oooooooh looks like jongin has a teeny weeny crush~”
jongin just laughs it off with his umma and appa.
▲▼
only to get the same jelly-like sensation the second time kris comes over almost three weeks later and invades his bedroom, looks at his stuffs, sits on his neatly made bed and asks how was your day, jongin-ah?
“it’s―” jongin’s mouth feels too wide, kinda unattractive when he smiles so he frowns then, biting his bottom lip. “we’re going to have a basketball spare match with a neighbor school. i’ll start practicing tomorrow. it’s in twelve days.”
and then he adds―no, asks―shyly, “will you come, ge?”
kris, his ge, his older brother―smiles, nods, and promises to take him to a date if his team wins the spare match.
the something inside of jongin is not being shy this time. jongin pounces on kris and kris laughs to his right ear, saying that he has a present for jongin and fishes out a battered black, nike handband.
“this was yours, right?” jongin sits cross legged on the floor. he puts it on on his left wrist. “i was so envious because i didn’t have one!”
“that’s right,” kris pokes jongin’s nose―jongin’s something is again feeling shy―and he bids goodbye.
jongin wears the handband to sleep, and he wears it when he goes to school. his classmates contemplate jongin only wears it to look cooler and decide to buy their own. jongin asks his best friend to take a selca of him with the handband and then he sends it to kris.
kris replies an hour later,
Sorry I had class. So you wear it to school ha ha. I like your uniform :]
▲▼
they’ve been texting a lot nowadays, usually it takes longer for kris to reply because a life of being a college student with broken korean is hard. jongin offers to teach him, but kris only says that he enjoys his suffering. jongin sends a pouting emoticon, and kris calls him a minute later, apologizing. jongin feels so special.
on the day of the spare match, probably due to jongin’s constant reminding texts that the match begins at ten, ge! don’t miss it pleaseee!―kris has a time to ruffle jongin’s hair and make a fist bump with him before the referee blows the whistle. jongin plays extra hard that day, the weight of kris’ old handband on his left wrist is boosting up his confidence and his eyes always, always find his ge sitting at the very top bleacher of his school’s indoor basketball court; always, eventhough there are practically dozens of jongin’s...fans screaming and waving signs to cheer him.
always.
his school wins, 90-78, and jongin scores three dunks with seven assists. kris waits for him to shower on his school’s lobby; he’s talking to a couple of jongin’s fans and they giggle loudly when jongin’s something hyperventilates as kris takes his bag off his shoulder and slings it on his, smiling to the girls and tugging at jongin’s still wet hair.
“what,” kris asks. jongin huffs. “they’re underages, jongin-ah.” kris head locks him, and jongin uses the privilege of being one to protest,
“i am, too!”
“but you’re the only underage kid i’m taking to a date, not them,” kris chuckles, pinching jongin’s nose.
jongin boldly asks for a kiss when they’re inside the dark theater, johnny depp plays as a vampire, but kris just chuckles some more and promises,
“maybe next time.”
▲▼
kris is spending christmas with the kim’s, and because jongin’s oldest noona comes home from busan, jongin has to share his bedroom with kris. his appa pumps up an air mattress for his nephew, and kris―when all the lights go off―asks jongin to get inside the blanket with him down here, jongin-ah, i’m going to give you your kiss.
kris gives him more.
he maps jongin’s slim body with his huge palms, nuzzles his face at the crook of jongin’s neck and shoulder, and when jongin first makes a sound; he shushes jongin to muffle it.
“lie on your stomach,” kris says softly, as he pushes up jongin’s long sleeved blue, optimus prime pajama top, exposing jongin’s smooth back. jongin bites the edge of his favorite pillow when kris presses a kiss to his lowlowlower back, before kris slides off of the pajama pants to jongin’s ankles. he whispers―no, he asks―if jongin trusts him, and jongin is only sixteen years old.
“please,” and that’s enough for kris to continue undressing jongin until jongin’s legs are bare in front of him.
it hurts when kris penetrates him. jongin is gasping and wheezing the whole time kris pushespushespushes―feels like forever, too, until finally kris himself is shuddering on top of him; his long arms are securing his position on either side of jongin’s head.
kris bites his nape when he rocks his hips, rolls his pulsing penis inside of jongin, and jongin sobs at the sensation. it’s exactly like whenever jongin is pushing his body limit when he practices basketball with his teammates; his muscles are screaming at him to stop but his brain is screaming at his muscles to run to shoot to dribble more and more and more.
“ge,” jongin wipes his face against his pillow hastily, feeling embarrassed and stupid because he’s crying. “ge, come on,” he uses his knees to push back against kris’s clothed body―and kris practically abuses the soft material of jongin’s pajama as he slams back in with more force; or else his harsh breathing will be uncontrollable and jongin’s noonas rooms are just down the hall. jongin moans to his pillow, craving for the unnamed pleasure whenever kris hits something solid inside so he manages his last remaining strength to lean to his elbows and the new position literally sends jongin to heaven for every messy thrusts kris is giving him that spot is perfectly hit and jongin experiences the most intense orgasm ever that he blacks out and falls to his own sticky cum on the air mattress. he gasps, blinking back tears, when kris squeezes his hips so hard and loads his cum inside; wetting jongin, warming and marking him.
kris doesn’t kiss him that night.
humbug: |ˈhəmˌbəg|
noun
deceptive or false talk or behavior: his comments are sheer humbug.
• a hypocrite: you see what a humbug i am.
ORIGIN mid 18th cent. (in the senses ‘hoax, trick’ and ‘deceiver’): of unknown origin.
warning: incestuous relationship between cousins. possible dark theme, according to this fic's title.
the memory jongin can restore about kris is limited. his older by four years cousin used to take him to play basketball a lot; because playing basketball would help them gaining height in the future. jongin was only ten, but at least he actually aces the game now, and he’s pretty tall for any sixteen years old standard.
kris also always treated him milkshake after their basketball session, before he took jongin home, pedaling his blue bike on the outer side of the road because that’s what a big ‘brother’ should do; protecting his little brother. jongin has two noonas and kris had no one else but him.
when kris wasn’t busy with his friends or school he would come in and played playstation and ate dinner and watched baseball match with jongin’s appa; his uncle.
but one day kris and his whole family moved to canada, and jongin was only ten he didn’t have a cellphone yet so kris is remembered as a very dear cousin.
who is coming back to korea to fulfill a one semester scholarship exchange program in seoul national university.
his apartment is only half an hour bus ride from the kim’s, and he promises to often visit jongin-“only jongin?” jongin’s umma teases-because it’s been awhile.
six years, jongin smiles to his lap, hearing kris’ low and although still monotonous; warm voice being transmitted from canada to seoul via the speakerphone of the kim’s house phone.
▲▼
jongin comes home to an extra pair of huge sized converse; practically beaming when he enters the living room and finds kris is there, sitting across his umma and his second noona, telling them something about canadian girls.
but something is wrong.
“jongin-ah,” kris says, turns to smile at him, and something inside of jongin just falls easily.
it’s been six years alright; kris is way older now, looking so broad and big and his hair is sandy blonde and his whole presence aura makes jongin’s knees turn into jelly. jongin takes a seat next to kris, blinking the whole time his umma teasing him about his grades, his height, and his accomplishments ever since kris left korea. kris ruffles his hair and pats his back proudly, like a big brother should and would; but what is this giddiness?
and the pleasant shiver running through his body whenever kris touches him and his reddened cheeks? his second noona shrieks the latter fact, and of course kris sees it, and jongin throws away his dignity to whine like a kid to stop it!
before kris goes back to his apartment, he gives jongin a hug and his cellphone number. jongin stares to his iphone during dinner; his fingers itch to send a text to kris but the something inside of him is being too shy. in the end, his second noona smacks his head and taunts him with, “oooooooh looks like jongin has a teeny weeny crush~”
jongin just laughs it off with his umma and appa.
▲▼
only to get the same jelly-like sensation the second time kris comes over almost three weeks later and invades his bedroom, looks at his stuffs, sits on his neatly made bed and asks how was your day, jongin-ah?
“it’s―” jongin’s mouth feels too wide, kinda unattractive when he smiles so he frowns then, biting his bottom lip. “we’re going to have a basketball spare match with a neighbor school. i’ll start practicing tomorrow. it’s in twelve days.”
and then he adds―no, asks―shyly, “will you come, ge?”
kris, his ge, his older brother―smiles, nods, and promises to take him to a date if his team wins the spare match.
the something inside of jongin is not being shy this time. jongin pounces on kris and kris laughs to his right ear, saying that he has a present for jongin and fishes out a battered black, nike handband.
“this was yours, right?” jongin sits cross legged on the floor. he puts it on on his left wrist. “i was so envious because i didn’t have one!”
“that’s right,” kris pokes jongin’s nose―jongin’s something is again feeling shy―and he bids goodbye.
jongin wears the handband to sleep, and he wears it when he goes to school. his classmates contemplate jongin only wears it to look cooler and decide to buy their own. jongin asks his best friend to take a selca of him with the handband and then he sends it to kris.
kris replies an hour later,
Sorry I had class. So you wear it to school ha ha. I like your uniform :]
▲▼
they’ve been texting a lot nowadays, usually it takes longer for kris to reply because a life of being a college student with broken korean is hard. jongin offers to teach him, but kris only says that he enjoys his suffering. jongin sends a pouting emoticon, and kris calls him a minute later, apologizing. jongin feels so special.
on the day of the spare match, probably due to jongin’s constant reminding texts that the match begins at ten, ge! don’t miss it pleaseee!―kris has a time to ruffle jongin’s hair and make a fist bump with him before the referee blows the whistle. jongin plays extra hard that day, the weight of kris’ old handband on his left wrist is boosting up his confidence and his eyes always, always find his ge sitting at the very top bleacher of his school’s indoor basketball court; always, eventhough there are practically dozens of jongin’s...fans screaming and waving signs to cheer him.
always.
his school wins, 90-78, and jongin scores three dunks with seven assists. kris waits for him to shower on his school’s lobby; he’s talking to a couple of jongin’s fans and they giggle loudly when jongin’s something hyperventilates as kris takes his bag off his shoulder and slings it on his, smiling to the girls and tugging at jongin’s still wet hair.
“what,” kris asks. jongin huffs. “they’re underages, jongin-ah.” kris head locks him, and jongin uses the privilege of being one to protest,
“i am, too!”
“but you’re the only underage kid i’m taking to a date, not them,” kris chuckles, pinching jongin’s nose.
jongin boldly asks for a kiss when they’re inside the dark theater, johnny depp plays as a vampire, but kris just chuckles some more and promises,
“maybe next time.”
▲▼
kris is spending christmas with the kim’s, and because jongin’s oldest noona comes home from busan, jongin has to share his bedroom with kris. his appa pumps up an air mattress for his nephew, and kris―when all the lights go off―asks jongin to get inside the blanket with him down here, jongin-ah, i’m going to give you your kiss.
kris gives him more.
he maps jongin’s slim body with his huge palms, nuzzles his face at the crook of jongin’s neck and shoulder, and when jongin first makes a sound; he shushes jongin to muffle it.
“lie on your stomach,” kris says softly, as he pushes up jongin’s long sleeved blue, optimus prime pajama top, exposing jongin’s smooth back. jongin bites the edge of his favorite pillow when kris presses a kiss to his lowlowlower back, before kris slides off of the pajama pants to jongin’s ankles. he whispers―no, he asks―if jongin trusts him, and jongin is only sixteen years old.
“please,” and that’s enough for kris to continue undressing jongin until jongin’s legs are bare in front of him.
it hurts when kris penetrates him. jongin is gasping and wheezing the whole time kris pushespushespushes―feels like forever, too, until finally kris himself is shuddering on top of him; his long arms are securing his position on either side of jongin’s head.
kris bites his nape when he rocks his hips, rolls his pulsing penis inside of jongin, and jongin sobs at the sensation. it’s exactly like whenever jongin is pushing his body limit when he practices basketball with his teammates; his muscles are screaming at him to stop but his brain is screaming at his muscles to run to shoot to dribble more and more and more.
“ge,” jongin wipes his face against his pillow hastily, feeling embarrassed and stupid because he’s crying. “ge, come on,” he uses his knees to push back against kris’s clothed body―and kris practically abuses the soft material of jongin’s pajama as he slams back in with more force; or else his harsh breathing will be uncontrollable and jongin’s noonas rooms are just down the hall. jongin moans to his pillow, craving for the unnamed pleasure whenever kris hits something solid inside so he manages his last remaining strength to lean to his elbows and the new position literally sends jongin to heaven for every messy thrusts kris is giving him that spot is perfectly hit and jongin experiences the most intense orgasm ever that he blacks out and falls to his own sticky cum on the air mattress. he gasps, blinking back tears, when kris squeezes his hips so hard and loads his cum inside; wetting jongin, warming and marking him.
kris doesn’t kiss him that night.
humbug: |ˈhəmˌbəg|
noun
deceptive or false talk or behavior: his comments are sheer humbug.
• a hypocrite: you see what a humbug i am.
ORIGIN mid 18th cent. (in the senses ‘hoax, trick’ and ‘deceiver’): of unknown origin.