Rescue [7/?]
Chapter Seven
Kibum POV
“All I’m saying is that I need a job, yes, a part time job is fine. Of course I know how to work! Tomorrow? Yeah, that’s fine, thanks a lot.” I got a job! But now I need a sitter…
Jonghyun came out of the new room, his eyes droopy. He sunk into the couch and curled into a ball, his knees came up to his chest,” Bummie…?” I look up from the stack of papers and bills, taking off my reading glasses,” What is it, Jonghyun?”
“Will I die?”
There was a deafening silence. I got up from my chair and went over to the couch, I sat myself comfortably in the corner and waved him into my lap. His heat was so warming, I stroked his hair and began to talk,” Not when I’m here, you won’t die, I promise. I’ll take care of you, but I need to find a sitter for when I have to go to work…”
“A sitter? Why, why can’t you just stay with me? I don’t trust anyone else!” His arms were clinging around my torso, sucking every inch of air I had left. He lifted his head just a bit, doing that thing, enlarging his eyes beneath the sheet of blonde. I shook my head,” Oh no you don’t, don’t look at me like that, nope it isn’t going to work!”
He pouted, glazing his lips with that thick tongue of his. He curled his head into my shoulder, the tip of his tongue fluttering against my collarbone,” Bummie… why don’t you want me? Everyone wants me, but, why don’t you? I’m a pro!”
I swallowed what was left of my pride as I pushed him off, the tingling sensation still going to my nether regions,” I’m sorry, Jonghyun, I really can’t…” Right when I was getting up his hand curled around my thigh, why is he making everything so hard? “You want me, I know you do!”
I sold some of our clothes recently so he was wearing a loose sweater. It revealed his perfectly tanned shoulder, he shrugged it down a little more after seeing me watch,” Look… you’re looking at me like that and you reject me all the time.”
“It’s not that I don’t want you, it’s that I can’t… I need to clear my head okay, hyung?” I took the pile of letters and went into the office.
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Ding dong, ding dong, dong dong
I opened the front door, smiling at the figure,” You’re a life savior, Minho!” He shrugged happily, wrapping a long arm around my waist,” I’m good aren’t I? So where’s the dude?”
I rolled my eyes and settled into the couch, his arm still clinging to my waist,” His name isn’t ‘dude’ it’s Jonghyun and he’s our hyung, dummy. Now are you sure you can handle him, you know, what I told you earlier?” The statue nodded, his hair wiping along his shoulders,” I’ll treat him like any other person, okay?”
I nodded and got up for my keys, pulling a trench coat over myself,” No Taemin whatsoever, no strangers, just nobody, okay? I’ll see you later; you can have the third bedroom, bye!”
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Third person POV
Jonghyun was curled up in a cute little ball under the mess of covers. Minho knocked a few times and entered, getting interested by the circle on the mattress. He smiled and sat in the edge of the bed, knowing to be careful because of his… past. “Hi… you must be Jonghyun, I’m Minho.”
A tousled head of yellow popped out of the sheets, the eyes rounder by each passing second. Minho tucked in a little of his lower lips before sighing, his loss of fortune was now coming back. Jonghyun wanted it, he needed it, and he was too deprived of it.
He shook the covers off and settled into the lap, pushing back against the heated friction,” On the house… dongsaeng.”
The finger slid gracefully under the waistband, teasingly pulling it back and forth. Minho pushed himself against the wall, his hands firmly grasping the waist,” I knew I had a reason to come here…”
Jonghyun pouted, amusingly licking his lips,” Mmh… come ‘ere.”
They were in a tingue war, fighting dominance. Jonghyun’s body curved and bent every which way he could get out that husky moan, smirking when he hit the ‘uhhh’, he palmed himself while dry humping closer.
He pressed harder, ready to tear the thin sweatpants off the athlete.
“WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU GUYS DOING?! YOU FUCKING BASTARD!”
Key’s voice echoed through the rooms, sending deathly chills through their bodies. Kibum automatically pulled Minho off with no strength whatsoever. Jonghyun heard some pushing and breaking of glass before hearing the door slam.
He pulled his blanket over his rising erection and only let his baby face come to vision. He looked over to his side to avoid Kibum’s glare. In an instant Kibum was on his side, indulging in a wet kiss. Jonghyun looked back up after having the soft flavored lips pulled away. He looked like a kicked puppy, always getting teased, and he was sick of it.
“BUMMIE WHY?! Why don’t you want to have sex with me? Am I too dirty for your standards? TELL ME WHY? I want you so bad it hurts, I can’t even think straight, when Minho walked in I pretended it was you! I want to have sex with you, I do, and I do!” Tears were streaming out of his eyes. He was definitely obsessed with it.
Kibum kept his distance near the door,” This is why. If you are going to start becoming the way you were then why in the world did I buy you free? Hyung, I think… and don’t get mad at me, but I think you are obsessed with sex.”
But he did, and all Kibum could do was sigh loudly and exit the door. He wanted it to, but, he needed him to stay healthy and sex free for a while.
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For a week it was quiet. Silent dinners, retreating to offices and rooms right when they ended, it was worse than hell.
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The cold wind bristled by, causing both boys to shudder. Kibum wrapped an arm around the older and snuggled closer, abusing the moment,” Hyung… do you hate me?”
Jonghyun’s voice was colder than the ice that formed on the sidewalk, he kept his arms by his side and never let his eyes wander off to the taller,” Nope.”
Kibum let go gradually, his temperature getting lower and lower. The convenience store wasn’t far from their new home. Thus, they walked, a lot. It was winter, it was cold, and it was silent. Christmas only a few more weeks away made everything even more complicated.
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“How’d you pay for that stuff, hyung?” Kibum poked his head in the bag and took it out, a question gaze setting over the hunched guy. Jonghyun shimmied out of his day clothes and put on a vintage shirt, basketball shorts, and fuzzy socks.
“I went back to the club and got my money I’ve been saving up,” That startled Kibum, but Jonghyun caught it and finished,” No… I didn’t fuck anyone to death. If I can’t have you, then I would rather die lonely… and sex free. But one thing you can’t stop me from doing is doing five at a time, it isn’t quite ‘sex’ after that.”
Kibum shuffled off the kitchen floor and joined him on the couch,” E-excuse me? Hyung… you did five people? That’s still sex!”
Jonghyun held up his right hand, distinctly curling them around the covered mound,” Masturbation… was never so boring. Want to smell for proof? Too bad, I already washed my hands and soaked them in lemon water, just for you.”
Jonghyun rolled his eyes, sinking into the corner of the couch,” When’s Minho coming over?”
Kibum took the remote from the coffee table and turned the channel to something more suitable; why did he get adult channels in the first place? He shook his head and flipped through the lower programs, stopping at ‘Pretty Little Liars’. He lost his smile and got comfortable,” They’re hot.”
Jonghyun scowled, clicking the TV off and turning to face him. “How can you say that when I’m right here?! You know what? I’m leaving.” He shrugged the needy Kibum off, the tense atmosphere they held for a week broke into pieces, shattering onto the ground.
“Where are you going to go…? You can’t just leave without any idea where you’ll live! Hyung, don’t be stupid, please stay!”
Jonghyun extended his hand and reached up to drag a big duffel bag, filling it with almost all the clothes in the small closet. “I’ll manage; now get out of my way… dongsaeng. There isn’t anything between us to keep me here, nothing at all! I hate it here, we fight all the time, you’re always teasing me, are you freaking trying to test me or something?! I can’t take it anymore, I just can’t, OKAY?!”
Kibum had tears streaming down his red softened cheeks. He could only hold so much air in his lungs before they came crashing out. He bent down, holding onto his legs,” I love you! I’m so sorry, I didn’t know you felt this way, please don’t leave me.”
Jonghyun tried getting up but he was pushed into the table seat, droplets of tears falling around him. Kibum climbed on top of him, stripping off all of his own clothes,” If this is what you want, have it, I don’t want to give it to anyone else! I love you hyung, I really do! Please, please oh god, please don’t leave me here!” He shook off his briefs, hugging tightly onto Jonghyun’s body,” H-hyung… Jonghyun please, I beg you. Don’t go… don’t go!”
Before Jonghyun knew it he was crying too, not knowing what he was thinking. He reached and latched onto the shirt on the edge of the table, slowly putting it back on his precious lover,” I’m sorry Kibum, I don’t… I won’t leave you. I wasn’t angry about that, okay? Here put your clothes back on sweetie… I’m so sorry, don’t cry. My sweet, sweet, Bummie… I love you too.”
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One dish, two, three, four; all broken glass against the counter.
“Want to play the hard way, Key? Want to push me away so easily? Huh, funny whore comes in and takes my spot? Oh no, baby, the game doesn’t play like that.”
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Jonghyun entered the apartment, toeing his shoes off, switching the light on with a click. He went into the kitchen and opened the fridge, getting a bottle of water, turning his body to see the bright red paint smothered all over the counters. A variety of plates crashed along the island.
“Miss me yet?” Taemin walked out of the dark living room, his smirk all too crazy. He pointed to the room, Kibum’s bedroom,” This is your last chance to see him, might as well go.”
Jonghyun followed, his curiosity peaking. He poked his head in, his mind suddenly getting clearer when he remembered he didn’t get home from work for another hour. He was pushed in the door and onto the ground. The door slammed shut and he started tugging.
The door wouldn’t budge.
Smoke started filling the room from the space under the door; oh shit. Jonghyun backed away from the door, immediately going for the window, he tried pushing it open. All his strength went into it, he started moping. He sat in the corner of the room, cleansing the air between his bent elbow.
He closed his eyes, this was the end, I love you Kim Kibum.