Doing the unthinkable - oneshot
Title: Doing the unthinkable
Pairing: JongKey
Genre: highschool!AU, fluff, love, drama
Rating: PG-15 for bad dongsaeng language and sexual situations
Summary: When their little secret is revealed, Jonghyun gets kicked out, and their perfect world of them is crashing down at their feet. Because being something other than straight, is, doing the unthinkable.
A/N: Alicia Key’s Unthinkable inspired me; I listened to it over and over again while writing this. I don’t know what brought me to write a fic like this… maybe watching too many movies?
His preteen years consisted of banana milk, school, and his best friend Jonghyun. They spent all day together; they changed their schedules to be with each other, they ate lunch together, anything and everything, even waiting inside the stalls of bathrooms because being in one by yourself was oh so terrifying. At least that’s what they told themselves, but really it was so much more. Something that went unnoticed until high school came around, and that’s where it all started; doing the unthinkable.
. . . . .
“She’s pretty,” Jonghyun mumbled under his breath as a bouncy girl with pretty doe eyes walked past, he turned back to Kibum, placing a warm hand on his thigh dangerously close,” But you’re prettier.” Jonghyun watched as his boyfriend began saving rice in his cheeks, he chuckled and poked one of the white cheeks. He quickly pulled his hand back into his lap when Minho came over. The athlete slammed his tray onto the navy blue tabletop, a grunt escaping his lips. Kibum swallowed the balls of rice down after chewing and placed a concerned hand on the boiling boy,” What happened?”
His hand soon turned into a fist as he ran them roughly through his mop hair,” Coach thinks my mind is out; he’s threatening to sit me out for the next game! Can you believe it, out of all the faggots on the team he picks ME to take his anger out on, just because he didn’t get some last night! It’s ridiculous, really, like ugh I don’t even know anymore,” he unlocked his hands and started slurping down spoonful’s of the soup of the day,” How’s this day been for you two?”
Jonghyun stole a spoonful of rice from Kibum’s plate before mixing it with the leftover meat on his plate, he shrugged,” We got a project, about how to have safe sex, you know she was going to pair me up with Luna? When I always beg her to get placed with this guy, right here? Get a clue lady.” Minho snorted, he held up his hand for a high five and it was gladly received.
Kibum rested his eyes on a senior that was walking with a cocky grin, he sat down and sighed heavenly before digging into his fried chicken. They all looked at each other, quite astonished of the sight of a studious student being very… well not studious. Jonghyun nudged Onew,” What the hell happened to you? Ace a test or something, you’re scaring us.” The eldest looked up into the ceiling, the stupid grin only turned into a bigger smirk,” I’m in love. I bagged a girl, guys, I seriously bagged her! Look!” He wiggled his left hand, pointing up his ring finger as if he was flicking us all off in love land,” COUPLE RINGS!! Now you can’t tell me that this isn’t real, ‘cause IT IS.”
Jonghyun laughed and showed off his own hand, mocking the way Onew did it,” I have rings with Kibummie already!” Onew shook his head, getting frustrated with the dongsaengs,” No no no, THOSE are friendship rings, THIS is a couple ring. See, it says her name right… here! Seung-hyeon, SEONGHYEON!”
Minho took ahold of Onew’s hand as he studied the engraving,” You guys move fast, what was it? Like two days ago when you started going out? You’re a pimp hyung.” Onew popped up his collar multiple times before being smack from embarrassment.
They had no idea that Kibum and Jonghyun were a thing, neither that they were gay. That did put some strain on their relationship, knowing that these four friends knew everything about each other. Minho wrapped up his mess in a napkin and pointed to the leftover trays,” Want me to throw ‘em away?” They all nodded and like that he left for practice.
Onew was about to speak when his phone rang, his face lightened picking up his backpack and putting his phone to his ear,” See you guys tomorrow? Bye!”
Jonghyun reclaimed Kibum’s thigh, sending electricity through their growing bodies. Kibum smirked, pushing the hand away,” Not here, dummy, what if someone catches us?” Jonghyun shrugged and stifled a laugh to change it to a seductive moan. “Oh, my poor naïve Kibum, don’t you know how much I spoil you? Poor baby. Should we walk home today or take the bus? Your choice.” Kibum took another spoonful to his pouty mouth,” Definitely bus, we need to work on our project, ‘member?”
Jonghyun slyly hid his hand behind the boy’s back, sliding it under the layers of clothes, Kibum shuddered at the touch,” Stop!” he hissed. Jonghyun chuckled and took off his ring to take a closer look, he enjoyed having it, like purity rings but it’s more like a promise to do it with each other. He liked having reassurance that the younger would be his first, even though he was fully satisfied with being his, it was nice.
. . . . .
They were at Jonghyun’s house, his parents were always out at work, and that left more time to… play. But today they needed to finish this project so it would be out of the way, Kibum was researching all the basics about safe sex and Jonghyun was sprawled on the bed looking up intelligent terms for it all. They didn’t want to go up in front of the class and say that when the guys pop a cherry they need a condom, everyone knew that, but did they listen? No, of course not! But in this instance you shouldn’t use slang, especially when the teacher will be the one marking you.
Kibum wrote all the things he learned in a notebook and slid the computer chair over to the queen sized bed, plopping the notes onto the book Jonghyun was reading,” Safe sex tips, all right there, so where’s the poster board?” Jonghyun got up and went into his closet to retrieve a blinding white board and handed it to Kibum, he squinted,” So I’ll write it all down on here, you will make the note cards, and we will be done! We are the perfect team, huh?”
Jonghyun nodded, more interested about the boy section of the book, he had a lot of questions but he accidently mumbled it aloud,” Should we use a condom…?” Kibum laughed, throwing one of the watercolor markers at him,” I won’t get pregnant, you need an egg and a sperm to have a baby, don’t you listen in sex class?” Jonghyun chuckled, reaching into his pocket and pulling out five condoms with sponsors listed on the back,” So I took these for nothing? What a shame, guess I’ll have to give them to my noona…” His puppy dog eyes were just one of the cute accents to the perfect thing, one of Kibum’s weaknesses.
An hour passed and they were finally finished, with some time left to spare. Jonghyun grinned, pulling Kibum up from the floor by the chin,” Want to finish what we started at lunch?” It wasn’t really a question, since the bulge in his pants were making everything just a smidge more complicated, but Kibum took his chin off,” No, I came here to finish the project and then go home, wasn’t that the deal? Not to be mean or anything but, I’m, really tired. You understand right?” Jonghyun suddenly remembered his promise on the bus, so much for the fantasies that were building up in his mind and going down to his pants. He nodded, and gave a weak smile before opening the front door to watch him cross the street to his house.
. . . . .
He locked the doors and ran into his room. He went into his webcam program and looked through all the webcams until he clicked on one that was listed as ‘Key’ he grinned. He watched as the boy that was just in his room was on the screen, his hair was a little shorter then, but still very sexy in his eyes. He started unzipping his jeans, kicking them off onto the floor and throwing them in the hamper. He took ahold of the length, stroking it back and forth until he was ready, he threw back his head and watched the screen with squinted eyes. He was almost there, so close he could feel it building, he pumped harder.
“Jonghyun! Jonghyun did you do the laund- Son, what are you doing?” Busted, big time. He cowardly bent his head down as he stumbled over to put his jeans on, failing to exit the webcam before his father’s eyes came to it. He cussed under his breath watching as his father’s eyes turned into a crumble of disbelief, he pointed to the monitor,” THIS, Kibum, you masturbate while watching him?! HUH? WELL DO YOU? JONGHYUN ARE YOU GAY?!” He wasn’t going to lie when there was proof right in front of his face, he looked at the wooden floor,” Yes, father. I-I’m gay…”
Slap, slap, slap!
Three stinging slaps to the face, the boy was already watering in tears, and he was being dragged out of his room. He bent him over the kitchen table, taking out a wooden spoon from the drawer and slapping it against the now bare skin.
Pang, pang, pang!
But he wasn’t finished yet, no, he had one more thing. He made him get on his knees, and soon his gut and ribs collided with a rough knee, causing him to cough out the air that he inhaled earlier. One punch to the jaw, luckily for him it was a pretty light one, only spreading pink against his jawline. He knew what was going to happen next, he wished Kibum wasn’t nice enough to return stationary at times like this. He saw him walk out of his house with a blue case; Jonghyun’s case. He begged his father,” Please, please don’t hurt him, father! Just don’t hurt him!” The elder scoffed,” I’m not your father anymore; I might as well go to jail then be YOUR father! You despicable tramp, I don’t know what I did to deserve a son like you.”
His father opened the front door, he saw Kibum crossing the street to the gate of their house, Kibum smiled unknowingly. He bowed politely and held out a pencil case,” Hello mister Kim! I was just wondering if you could return this to Jong- AHH!” One slap caused the usual pale skin to turn bright red, tears formed in his eyes quickly just as they spilled down; he was confused until the man pulled out Jonghyun from behind. Jonghyun mouthed a small ‘I’m so sorry’ when he was pushed into Kibum, causing them down to fall onto the concrete, but fortunately no injuries surfaced.
The buff man went down the stairs and kicked Kibum in the gut, screaming out in slurs,” You little BASTARD! You turned my perfect son, gay! FUCKING GAY ASS, get out of my property, I NEVER want to see you again! Take that little slut back to your house, we don’t need him here, what am I kidding, MASTURBATING in front of YOU!” He slowly made his way up the stairs and slammed the door tight, a distinct sound of the door locking making them a little at ease.
Jonghyun crawled over to his boyfriend, will all the strength he had, he brushed the hair out of his aching face. He picked him up and groaned, his gut hurting more than it should,” I’m so sorry, baby, I’m so so sorry.” He crossed the street and opened the door to his house, he knew the house like the back of his hand, growing up in it most of his life. He climbed the stairs with much difficulty, pushing open the clean and neat bedroom, he sighed in content at the greeting smell of the Airwick plug-in. it was like home again, but this time they were both injured, and it wasn’t a perfect world of pretending like they weren’t anything; it was the opposite.
He pulled Kibum up, putting a pillow behind him to cushion his back against the hardwood bed frame, he cried at how helpless this whole situation was. Kibum’s parents were out of town for a month, they had to go to school with scuffs and bruised cheeks, and it was so different now. The only savior to the situation was that it was a Friday and they weren’t dead. Jonghyun wrapped his arms around the hurting boy, squeezing tightly because, hell, it was his fault for getting him beat up. He paired up his lips with Kibum’s, pausing every couple of seconds to kiss each other’s tears, there weren’t any words at the moment to feel what they were feeling, but they felt dirty, like they were doing the unthinkable.
They should have known, been just a bit more careful, but it was too late for ‘what ifs’ and ‘we should haves’. They were just holding onto each other, it was just them now, them and the harsh world of cruelty that didn’t except if you wanted to have a husband instead of a wife. Did it really matter in the end? No, not unless you loved them and died happy. Jonghyun knew what was running thorugh the younger’s mind, he started stroking his hair, his voice hushed but firm.
“Kibum look at me,” his eyes slowly met his and he continued,” I know you’re thinking it’s wrong, but it isn’t wrong unless you make it. We aren’t anything my father said we were, he’s wrong and old fashioned. Baby, I love you so much, and I know you feel the same way. Don’t let a couple of words and hits come between us, we aren’t crazy for loving each other. We made this choice, we said we were ready for it, don’t back down, I’ll catch you. We are made for each other, there’s no one I’d rather be with, and no one is as perfect for me as you are.”
Jonghyun POV
I turned my head to my phone that was vibrating on the table, it was Minho, I cleared my throat and answered,” Hey.” Minho’s voice was full of worry, he was basically screaming through the phone,” I saw it, you guys, he abused you! He kicked you out, what for?” I sighed and looked back at Kibum, feeling his nod digging into my shoulder,” We’re gay, Min…” Onew’s voice collided with Minho’s sending a wave of piercing vocals,” Tell us something we don’t know! You guys act like we have no eyes or something. We support you two, we can’t believe he kicked you out like that, listen, we’ll hang out tomorrow and think of a plan. We love you guys, you know that right?” A new flood of tears were soaking into my skin,” Y-yea, we know. We love you guys too, see you tomorrow.” A rush of relief fell over me, I couldn’t think of a moment like it.
I pulled him onto my lap, resting my back on the head board and watched as he stuffed his head in the crook of my neck. His breathing was becoming more even, his hot breath sending tingles down my cells, I held onto his waist tighter. His arm wrapped around my neck, the tips of his fingers brushing the ends of my hair, he was so quiet, and it was unusual. I pulled my knees up a little so he could bend back, he did, and I watched every sign of slapping fade away. I hated my father ever since I was little, I was so scared that one day he would hit me, and here he goes fulfilling my nightmare, but this time he didn’t stop at me. He hurt him too, which made the pain increase, and the hate bubble.
Kibum arched his back over my knees, he yawned and his eyes started getting droopy. I petted his face with the back of my palm, lifting him up and laying him down on the bed next to me. I pulled up the covers and snuggled against his back, my hand running up his sweater to rub him to sleep, a weakness of his when he really didn’t want to. But he was still wide awake, and I only had one more strategy left, I whispered into his ear,” When I look at you I see forgiveness, I see the truth, you love me for who I am, like the stars hold the moon, right there where I belong, and I know I’m not alone…”
I could feel his back against my torso, going in and out at a reasonable pace; I looked over to see the angelic face. He really already forgave my father, where did I find such a forgiving person? I’m not alone in this; I have him, and our friends. That is more than enough for me, for us. I guess this is like doing the unthinkable, but when something is unthinkable it becomes accomplished, and that’s what we’ll be. There’s no shame in what we are, none at all, as long as we can wake up in the morning and smile genuinely at each other then it’s ok, it’s alright. I want to spend the rest of my life with this boy, I can’t think of one person who I’d rather be with. Kim Kibum, I love you so much.