060. Rejection [Jonghyun/Key]
Title: 060. Rejection
Length: 400 words
Rating: PG-13?
Pairing: Jonghyun/Key
A/N: I didn't want to do this...
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Kibum had been sitting next to Jonghyun one night after a schedule, watching some kind of foreign drama. He turned his head to look at Jonghyun’s face and just sat there for a while, staring. Jonghyun gave him a look, ‘what?’, and Kibum gave him one back, ‘nothing’. Reluctantly, Kibum returned his eyes to the TV, not paying attention to the drama at all. He couldn’t concentrate. Jonghyun was sitting really close; their thighs were touching. He tried not to think about how Jonghyun had just gotten out of the shower a few hours ago, and all he could smell was Jonghyun’s soap, shampoo, body wash…whatever he used, it smelled too good. He also tried not to think about the way Jonghyun was leaning towards him, just a little bit, obviously fighting sleep. He turned to look at him again, and then he tried not to think about the way his still-damp blonde hair fell over his face, or the way his lips would twitch up into a small smile during the funny parts of that stupid drama. Tried not to watch his Adam’s apple when he swallowed, and tried to stop himself from wanting to touch him. Tried. (Failed). Before he even realized it himself, Kibum had turned and buried his face in the crook of Jonghyun’s neck, loving his freshly-showered smell and brushing his lips against delicious skin. Jonghyun made some noise in the back of his throat, noticeably surprised, but Kibum was too far gone to realize it wasn’t exactly a beg for more. He kept moving farther up until he could attach his lips to a soft earlobe, and he swung his leg around to sit on Jonghyun’s lap, straddling him. He had just slipped his hands underneath his friend’s shirt (and yes, wow, his abs definitely felt as nice as they looked), when he was pushed back lightly and he heard a nervous, “K-Kibum…what do you think you’re doing?”. He slid his hands higher and muttered ‘you’ before crashing his lips down on his friend’s, which might not have been the very best idea (because wow Kibum, really, good time to remember that your best friend is kinda-sorta homophobic). Suddenly, expectedly, he hit the floor, but the expression on Jonghyun’s face hit him even harder. He watched his friend’s back as he walked out of the room and yeah, shit. He just fucked up.
Length: 400 words
Rating: PG-13?
Pairing: Jonghyun/Key
A/N: I didn't want to do this...
**
Kibum had been sitting next to Jonghyun one night after a schedule, watching some kind of foreign drama. He turned his head to look at Jonghyun’s face and just sat there for a while, staring. Jonghyun gave him a look, ‘what?’, and Kibum gave him one back, ‘nothing’. Reluctantly, Kibum returned his eyes to the TV, not paying attention to the drama at all. He couldn’t concentrate. Jonghyun was sitting really close; their thighs were touching. He tried not to think about how Jonghyun had just gotten out of the shower a few hours ago, and all he could smell was Jonghyun’s soap, shampoo, body wash…whatever he used, it smelled too good. He also tried not to think about the way Jonghyun was leaning towards him, just a little bit, obviously fighting sleep. He turned to look at him again, and then he tried not to think about the way his still-damp blonde hair fell over his face, or the way his lips would twitch up into a small smile during the funny parts of that stupid drama. Tried not to watch his Adam’s apple when he swallowed, and tried to stop himself from wanting to touch him. Tried. (Failed). Before he even realized it himself, Kibum had turned and buried his face in the crook of Jonghyun’s neck, loving his freshly-showered smell and brushing his lips against delicious skin. Jonghyun made some noise in the back of his throat, noticeably surprised, but Kibum was too far gone to realize it wasn’t exactly a beg for more. He kept moving farther up until he could attach his lips to a soft earlobe, and he swung his leg around to sit on Jonghyun’s lap, straddling him. He had just slipped his hands underneath his friend’s shirt (and yes, wow, his abs definitely felt as nice as they looked), when he was pushed back lightly and he heard a nervous, “K-Kibum…what do you think you’re doing?”. He slid his hands higher and muttered ‘you’ before crashing his lips down on his friend’s, which might not have been the very best idea (because wow Kibum, really, good time to remember that your best friend is kinda-sorta homophobic). Suddenly, expectedly, he hit the floor, but the expression on Jonghyun’s face hit him even harder. He watched his friend’s back as he walked out of the room and yeah, shit. He just fucked up.