Secret Collection
Onew/Key
PG-13, Romance
★ While he waits for breakfast, Kibum finds a strange box in Jinki's room.
Lightning stroke outside the window as rain echoed inside the apartment. The thunder was enough to wake Jinki from his dreams. He fidgeted under his comforter. The loud noises made him tense up and he instinctively tried to sit up.
A pair of arms immediately seized him, strongly stopping him from doing anything.
"Thunderstorm." Kibum whispered. "What the hell is wrong with the weather."
Jinki stared vacantly. He was still wearing the clothes he had choosen the night before. They were all sweaty and felt weird to the touch. Kibum had gotten rid of his vest during the night, leaving him in a wife-beater. He was now half-laying on Jinki, using the upper part of his chest as a pillow.
"Do you feel better?" Jinki asked, closing his eyes back.
"I guess." Kibum frowned. "Hey, can you tell me something?"
"Sure, What?"
Kibum rubbed his cheek on Jinki, trying to find a more comfortable position. "Have I been wrestling or something? I'm feeling very sore all over."
Jinki chuckled lightly. "You've been drinking a lot. And you did try to fight with the guy who spilled his drink on your shoe."
"Oh. Really."
Jinki nodded and chuckled. "Luckily, he tripped and got knocked out on his own," Then Jinki hummed, stroking the back of Kibum's head. "Are you still drunk?"
Kibum shifted slightly. "Probably not,"
Jinki gulped and a pink light dusted his cheeks. His hand stopped the movement it was doing and stayed uselessly crisped in the air. Kibum, sensing the stress emitting from the other, looked up and scowled.
"What."
It wasn't a question, it was a command. Jinki gasped quietly and swiftly went back at stroking Kibum's soft hair.
"Last night's a complete blur. Did I do anything wrong?"
Jinki focused on the ceiling, clutching the covers with his free hand. His blushing state had him burning up. He suddenly couldn't bear being under the covers with someone pressing against him, creating more warmth.
"N-Not really...wrong. Why?"
"I don't know. Jonghyun says I do weird things when I'm drunk or sleepy,"
Sleepy, Jinki thought warily, that explains a few things. He looked at the clock which showed 10am. They could easily be confused with the time of the day since it was so dark and unfriendly outside.
"We should get up," Jinki suggested, spotting a particularly disgusting part of the ceiling.
Kibum groaned and applied all his body mass on Jinki to keep him from escaping. "Why? You have something to do?"
"No, I just think it's 10 and people are usually up at-"
"Don't be so by-the-book." Kibum snuggled up again, bringing the blanket covering him up to his nose. "It's nice and cozy in here. No need to go anywhere," There was short pause. "Where are we exaclty?"
"My place," Jinki sighed. "I carried you on my back up here,"
Kibum didn't thank him or apologised, instead, Jinki could feel him get agitated.
"Don't worry, nothing drastic happened," He chuckled then felt a wave of relief wash Kibum's tense muscles.
"Of course. Who do you take me for." Kibum rolled off Jinki quite ungracefully. The older boy didn't really know if he should feel relieved or disappointed. Kibum was not helping in making his body heat go down, but he provided some sort of comfort.
He opted to be neutral.
"You want breakfast?" Jinki sat up, struggling with the dizzy feeling throbbing in his head. "I can bring you breakfast in bed,"
Kibum moved his nose in the same way a cat did when its whiskers itched. "Okay."
"I'll be right back then!" Jinki grinned down at Kibum who snuggled up in the covers Jinki had left behind.
It was cold out of the bed, but Jinki figured it was better than feeling Kibum's sticky skin gluing to his. His cheeks glowed red and his hands trembled as he proceeded to pour orange juice in two glasses.
Jinki hadn't bothered to turn on the lights even if the thunderstorm made it awfully hard to see. He considered any action other than making breakfast as trivial. His lazy mind couldn't really take anything else anyway.
The eggs were the hardest to cook. Controlling the oven and the frying pan while keeping his eyes open was a challenge he wouldn't be willing to take in any other circumstances. But he managed to make a decent meal even in his sleepy state.
Jinki heard his guest cough and vaguely thought about bringing medicine that would make him feel better for the next couple of hours. He decided not to because Kibum didn't ask for it and he was not in the mood to rummage blindly in his medicine cabinet.
He chopped fruits and put them as garnish before placing the large oval plate on a tray. Jinki turned off the oven, washed a couple of utensils and left them in the sink, then turned to pick up the tray.
The glasses clinked against each other as Jinki clumsily made his way back to the bedroom. He was staring intently at the plate to make sure it didn't crash down to the floor.
"Here is your break-" He looked up at Kibum and his face fell. "-fast."
"Jinki," Kibum fingered a photo in his hands. A brown box was open in front of him and most of its content was scattered on the bed. "What are you doing with these?"
Jinki froze into his spot. The box was all too familiar, and he knew that Kibum hadn't randomly come across it while reaching out for a hairbrush. It was usually hidden under the bed, behind the pile of old notebooks he had accumulated during his high school years.
"Kibum, I-" Jinki started, but soon found that he had no valid argument.
"They're photos," Kibum stated. "Of me."
Jinki felt himself become hot again. The tray shook in his hands, causing the orange juice to spill over the food. His attempt to keep the photos a secret from the world had failed.
"They're souvenirs." He tried quietly.
"Of only me?" Kibum cracked a small smile despite the confusion written all over his face.
Jinki placed the tray down on the nightstand. His alarm clock fell down with a thud and it was enough to stop its constant ticking.
Throughout the years, Jinki had stored up a considerable amount of pictures featuring Kibum in the most casual situations. Some photos were blurry, others were overexposed, but most were just perfect. Very few of them showed Kibum's smile since he was usually unaware that a photo of him was being taken - but the ones that did had the most fingerprints on them.
"This one is torn," Kibum noticed. "Who was beside me?"
Jinki looked away awkwardly. "Jonghyun," He muttered almost inaudibly.
"You cut him off?" Kibum asked curiously. "Why?"
Jinki preferred to avoid answering that question. He knew Kibum wouldn't like the answer.
The next few minutes were spent in total silence until the thunder rumbled. Jinki had almost forgotten about the lousy weather as he was trying to find a good excuse to be the possessor of such photographs.
Actually, Jinki didn't know how he managed to get so many pictures of Kibum. The only thing he knew was that after he got the first photo, he couldn't keep himself from wanting one more. It went on like this until he could fill a whole box with pictures of Kibum.
Jinki grabbed his glass of orange juice and began sipping at it. He focused on the orange liquid in his glass and avoided looking at Kibum who was still shamelessly going through his personal belongings.
The occasional sounds of shuffling paper could be heard from time to time. As Jinki sat down on the edge of the bed he clearly heard the noise paper made when it was being torn apart. His heart skipped a beat when he looked over where Kibum was and saw him ripping up some of the pictures.
Jinki made a move to stop him, but was too shocked to accomplish his planned action. His breathing quickened and he gripped the bed sheets tightly. He's rejecting me, Jinki thought.
"Ki-" The lump in his throat made it hard for him to talk. "What are you-"
Kibum continued to destroy the glazed paper and placed the pieces of the pictures in the trash can beside Jinki's bed. Jinki looked, horrified, as more and more photos disappeared. His eyes got slightly watery when he caught a glimpse of one that showed Kibum on the swing in the park near their school.
"You don't have to keep secret pictures when you can have the real thing," Kibum said angrily, tearing the paper with more vigour. "And you don't have to wait for me to be dead drunk to kiss me,"
Jinki frowned as Kibum reached across him to grab the tray. He placed it on the bed sheets and started eating hungrily; conveniently ignoring Jinki's baffled expression.
The memories of the night before were clear to Jinki and they told him that it was Kibum who had kissed him. It was definitely not the other way around. His frown deepened when he realised Kibum remembered the kiss when he wasn't even supposed to.
Jinki glared at his friend. However, his expression gradually unfroze. Before he knew it, he was smiling softly as he watched Kibum bite into a strawberry. Jinki brought his legs onto the mattress and enjoyed simply staring for while. Then he half-consciously leaned forward and pressed a shy kiss against Kibum's cheek.
Kibum gasped faintly, obviously taken aback.
"I really like you," He smiled softly.
Kibum scoffed. "Stop acting like a child," He said. "And eat," A strawberry was forcefully pushed against Jinki's mouth, staining his lips with red liquid. As Kibum turned his head to look elsewhere, Jinki could undoubtedly see a smile decorating his lips.
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[This was written for the kpop_prompts community challenge, option #1]
I've had a horrible day. A man (obviously a supervisor or something) came at my workplace and started scolding me and treating me like a maid. I swear I was about to cry!
*cough*Ididcry*cough*
Anyway! This is the sequel to Tricks for Taming a Stubborn Cat I hope it's okay! I feel like I didn't have any control when I was writing hehe~ And two ideas just mixed up together withtout me knowing! (The box of photos and the stormy morning were meant to be two different ideas that were not supposed to have a link with the sequel to this fic!)
I hope you enjoyed!
(P.S. I won't be able to reply to your comments because I'm going on a trip for a couple of days!)
PG-13, Romance
★ While he waits for breakfast, Kibum finds a strange box in Jinki's room.
Lightning stroke outside the window as rain echoed inside the apartment. The thunder was enough to wake Jinki from his dreams. He fidgeted under his comforter. The loud noises made him tense up and he instinctively tried to sit up.
A pair of arms immediately seized him, strongly stopping him from doing anything.
"Thunderstorm." Kibum whispered. "What the hell is wrong with the weather."
Jinki stared vacantly. He was still wearing the clothes he had choosen the night before. They were all sweaty and felt weird to the touch. Kibum had gotten rid of his vest during the night, leaving him in a wife-beater. He was now half-laying on Jinki, using the upper part of his chest as a pillow.
"Do you feel better?" Jinki asked, closing his eyes back.
"I guess." Kibum frowned. "Hey, can you tell me something?"
"Sure, What?"
Kibum rubbed his cheek on Jinki, trying to find a more comfortable position. "Have I been wrestling or something? I'm feeling very sore all over."
Jinki chuckled lightly. "You've been drinking a lot. And you did try to fight with the guy who spilled his drink on your shoe."
"Oh. Really."
Jinki nodded and chuckled. "Luckily, he tripped and got knocked out on his own," Then Jinki hummed, stroking the back of Kibum's head. "Are you still drunk?"
Kibum shifted slightly. "Probably not,"
Jinki gulped and a pink light dusted his cheeks. His hand stopped the movement it was doing and stayed uselessly crisped in the air. Kibum, sensing the stress emitting from the other, looked up and scowled.
"What."
It wasn't a question, it was a command. Jinki gasped quietly and swiftly went back at stroking Kibum's soft hair.
"Last night's a complete blur. Did I do anything wrong?"
Jinki focused on the ceiling, clutching the covers with his free hand. His blushing state had him burning up. He suddenly couldn't bear being under the covers with someone pressing against him, creating more warmth.
"N-Not really...wrong. Why?"
"I don't know. Jonghyun says I do weird things when I'm drunk or sleepy,"
Sleepy, Jinki thought warily, that explains a few things. He looked at the clock which showed 10am. They could easily be confused with the time of the day since it was so dark and unfriendly outside.
"We should get up," Jinki suggested, spotting a particularly disgusting part of the ceiling.
Kibum groaned and applied all his body mass on Jinki to keep him from escaping. "Why? You have something to do?"
"No, I just think it's 10 and people are usually up at-"
"Don't be so by-the-book." Kibum snuggled up again, bringing the blanket covering him up to his nose. "It's nice and cozy in here. No need to go anywhere," There was short pause. "Where are we exaclty?"
"My place," Jinki sighed. "I carried you on my back up here,"
Kibum didn't thank him or apologised, instead, Jinki could feel him get agitated.
"Don't worry, nothing drastic happened," He chuckled then felt a wave of relief wash Kibum's tense muscles.
"Of course. Who do you take me for." Kibum rolled off Jinki quite ungracefully. The older boy didn't really know if he should feel relieved or disappointed. Kibum was not helping in making his body heat go down, but he provided some sort of comfort.
He opted to be neutral.
"You want breakfast?" Jinki sat up, struggling with the dizzy feeling throbbing in his head. "I can bring you breakfast in bed,"
Kibum moved his nose in the same way a cat did when its whiskers itched. "Okay."
"I'll be right back then!" Jinki grinned down at Kibum who snuggled up in the covers Jinki had left behind.
It was cold out of the bed, but Jinki figured it was better than feeling Kibum's sticky skin gluing to his. His cheeks glowed red and his hands trembled as he proceeded to pour orange juice in two glasses.
Jinki hadn't bothered to turn on the lights even if the thunderstorm made it awfully hard to see. He considered any action other than making breakfast as trivial. His lazy mind couldn't really take anything else anyway.
The eggs were the hardest to cook. Controlling the oven and the frying pan while keeping his eyes open was a challenge he wouldn't be willing to take in any other circumstances. But he managed to make a decent meal even in his sleepy state.
Jinki heard his guest cough and vaguely thought about bringing medicine that would make him feel better for the next couple of hours. He decided not to because Kibum didn't ask for it and he was not in the mood to rummage blindly in his medicine cabinet.
He chopped fruits and put them as garnish before placing the large oval plate on a tray. Jinki turned off the oven, washed a couple of utensils and left them in the sink, then turned to pick up the tray.
The glasses clinked against each other as Jinki clumsily made his way back to the bedroom. He was staring intently at the plate to make sure it didn't crash down to the floor.
"Here is your break-" He looked up at Kibum and his face fell. "-fast."
"Jinki," Kibum fingered a photo in his hands. A brown box was open in front of him and most of its content was scattered on the bed. "What are you doing with these?"
Jinki froze into his spot. The box was all too familiar, and he knew that Kibum hadn't randomly come across it while reaching out for a hairbrush. It was usually hidden under the bed, behind the pile of old notebooks he had accumulated during his high school years.
"Kibum, I-" Jinki started, but soon found that he had no valid argument.
"They're photos," Kibum stated. "Of me."
Jinki felt himself become hot again. The tray shook in his hands, causing the orange juice to spill over the food. His attempt to keep the photos a secret from the world had failed.
"They're souvenirs." He tried quietly.
"Of only me?" Kibum cracked a small smile despite the confusion written all over his face.
Jinki placed the tray down on the nightstand. His alarm clock fell down with a thud and it was enough to stop its constant ticking.
Throughout the years, Jinki had stored up a considerable amount of pictures featuring Kibum in the most casual situations. Some photos were blurry, others were overexposed, but most were just perfect. Very few of them showed Kibum's smile since he was usually unaware that a photo of him was being taken - but the ones that did had the most fingerprints on them.
"This one is torn," Kibum noticed. "Who was beside me?"
Jinki looked away awkwardly. "Jonghyun," He muttered almost inaudibly.
"You cut him off?" Kibum asked curiously. "Why?"
Jinki preferred to avoid answering that question. He knew Kibum wouldn't like the answer.
The next few minutes were spent in total silence until the thunder rumbled. Jinki had almost forgotten about the lousy weather as he was trying to find a good excuse to be the possessor of such photographs.
Actually, Jinki didn't know how he managed to get so many pictures of Kibum. The only thing he knew was that after he got the first photo, he couldn't keep himself from wanting one more. It went on like this until he could fill a whole box with pictures of Kibum.
Jinki grabbed his glass of orange juice and began sipping at it. He focused on the orange liquid in his glass and avoided looking at Kibum who was still shamelessly going through his personal belongings.
The occasional sounds of shuffling paper could be heard from time to time. As Jinki sat down on the edge of the bed he clearly heard the noise paper made when it was being torn apart. His heart skipped a beat when he looked over where Kibum was and saw him ripping up some of the pictures.
Jinki made a move to stop him, but was too shocked to accomplish his planned action. His breathing quickened and he gripped the bed sheets tightly. He's rejecting me, Jinki thought.
"Ki-" The lump in his throat made it hard for him to talk. "What are you-"
Kibum continued to destroy the glazed paper and placed the pieces of the pictures in the trash can beside Jinki's bed. Jinki looked, horrified, as more and more photos disappeared. His eyes got slightly watery when he caught a glimpse of one that showed Kibum on the swing in the park near their school.
"You don't have to keep secret pictures when you can have the real thing," Kibum said angrily, tearing the paper with more vigour. "And you don't have to wait for me to be dead drunk to kiss me,"
Jinki frowned as Kibum reached across him to grab the tray. He placed it on the bed sheets and started eating hungrily; conveniently ignoring Jinki's baffled expression.
The memories of the night before were clear to Jinki and they told him that it was Kibum who had kissed him. It was definitely not the other way around. His frown deepened when he realised Kibum remembered the kiss when he wasn't even supposed to.
Jinki glared at his friend. However, his expression gradually unfroze. Before he knew it, he was smiling softly as he watched Kibum bite into a strawberry. Jinki brought his legs onto the mattress and enjoyed simply staring for while. Then he half-consciously leaned forward and pressed a shy kiss against Kibum's cheek.
Kibum gasped faintly, obviously taken aback.
"I really like you," He smiled softly.
Kibum scoffed. "Stop acting like a child," He said. "And eat," A strawberry was forcefully pushed against Jinki's mouth, staining his lips with red liquid. As Kibum turned his head to look elsewhere, Jinki could undoubtedly see a smile decorating his lips.
---
[This was written for the kpop_prompts community challenge, option #1]
I've had a horrible day. A man (obviously a supervisor or something) came at my workplace and started scolding me and treating me like a maid. I swear I was about to cry!
*cough*Ididcry*cough*
Anyway! This is the sequel to Tricks for Taming a Stubborn Cat I hope it's okay! I feel like I didn't have any control when I was writing hehe~ And two ideas just mixed up together withtout me knowing! (The box of photos and the stormy morning were meant to be two different ideas that were not supposed to have a link with the sequel to this fic!)
I hope you enjoyed!
(P.S. I won't be able to reply to your comments because I'm going on a trip for a couple of days!)