You look better - oneshot
Title: You look better
Pairing: JongKey, drunk!JongKey, mention!OnKey
Author: twinklespink
Genre: Attempted rape . . . heh, enjoy? But it is totally PG-13!
Summary: They both look better when they are drunk out of their minds
A/N: When I saw the video xLadySuzumiiya made on YouTube I had to make an oneshot! BTW, thanks unnie for granting me the permission to make it into an oneshot, and for such a nice video! I wish my fanfic was better, but I am not that good with drunks!
High school parties were definitely something you might not want to remember going to, but in this occasion, it was for Jonghyun. Jonghyun is one of the popular guys in the school, although he always gets what he wants, he can’t get him. And by him I mean Kibum, the happy go lucky student that was a junior. But he isn’t so happy when Jonghyun threatens to beat the crap out of his boyfriend; Onew. Therefore, Kibum stays far away, far, far away; until tonight.
The lights were dimmed but clear enough to see if there were people. The tacky disco ball made Jonghyun mentally punch himself, what am I doing at such a dump? He sat down at the couch and pondered before Minho made his way over, passing a red cup to his face,” Loosen up, don’t be so cocky, it’s a party.” He told the drink and downed it in seconds, leaving Minho to awe at his talent. He crushed the cup in his hand, pushing it into Minho’s gut,” I’m not getting drunk at this crack house, and neither should you. Who even threw this party?” He let his eyes wander to a peculiar face, running up and down his body.
He watched as he sensually danced, or groped, along the older. Watching the way he pulled his head back with a smirk, and when his tongue made his way around the corner of his mouth. He wanted it. He was so mesmerized that he didn’t even notice the way Minho was rambling on about how the drinks here are free. Of course they were free, who would pay for alcohol at a house party? He put a finger over Minho’s mouth,” Shush, I have business to do.”
Were Onew and Kibum done, it must be since he was basically grinding the life out of a senior. He made eye contact with the fellow, making sure he backed away before he did it for him. Kibum was obviously drunk, seeing how he didn’t notice that his partner was switched out with his enemy.
Jonghyun POV
The heat between us made me grunt, Kibum turned around and squinted,” Who are you? You aren’t Hongki!” I shushed him and he still tried to see me, but the lights were so high that you could only see the outlines. I pulled him up the stairs and down the hall, pushing him into a bedroom and making sure he was on the bed. I locked the door and put a chair under the door knob.
I turned on the lights and it took him some time to adjust before screaming,” Jonghyun GET OUT!” I leaned against the door to give him a daring look,” You look nicer when you’re drunk, you know that? Not so feisty,” He tried running in the bathroom and I caught him in my arms,” There’s no way I’m letting you escape after all these years.” He squirmed and I threw him on the bed and straddled on his hips, no one was going to stop me now. I pulled off the thin shirt and threw it on the floor, along with mine. He held onto my arms with all his force,” Please, Jonghyun, find yourself! You don’t want to do this, you’re going to regret it! Please . . .”
I shook my head and took off his belt,” No I won’t. But you will, its punishment for all those years you’ve turned me down.” He yelled, when I slipped off his boxers,” Jonghyun, don’t! No, please don’t, STOP!”
Tears fell down the bruised cheek and I ran my lips over the red skin, kissing up the liquid,” You will like it; it’s all for you baby.” He shook his head and tried moving upwards but I was too strong for him.
I pushed my head around his neck, inhaling the scent like it was a flavor. His skin was so soft, like a cloud. If only he would stop moving I could enjoy this moment. There was thumping at the door, Kibum took this chance to scream as loudly as he could, but good thing for my fast reflexes. I shoved my fingers down his throat, feeling his wet tongue slide across. I turned around,” Occupied! Go somewhere else!” the knocking continued,” I said go somewhere ELSE, I’m busy!” Soon enough the door was knocked down, revealing three police officers. Shit.
Being brought to jail was one thing, being in a cell was another, but having the temptation to take advantage of the person next to me was something different. Being he was my best friend; Minho.