Don't Love Me Chap. 17

[kumo_is_kumo]

Title: Don’t Love Me

Pairing: Jongkey

Genre: Romance, Fluff, Smut, Drama, Angst, Historical

Length: Series

Summary: The feeling was forbidden between a Prince and a slave, yet no one could hold it back any longer.

Chapter 17



Kibum knew that he had let his feeling grew a bit more, but this was more than a bit. This was a lot.

Ever since they got back from his mother’s house, Kibum was such a stuttering mess; words never came out perfectly from his mouth since Jonghyun was practically all over him. The Prince even stayed in his room more often, spending his time together with the red-blushing Kibum.

He didn’t know whether this happened for real or it was just his feeling; but he often found Jonghyun stared at him. He had this longing in his eyes and Kibum usually shrugged it off. He knew that longing, he knew that desire, and he couldn’t let it happened to Jonghyun as well. It would be the best if he was the only one feeling that way.

Jonghyun seemed like wanted to talk to him. He would start up a simple conversation, and when Kibum thought it was on the dangerous line, he would stop him with some ridiculous reasons.

And now was one of those moments.



“Kibum-ah, I think we really need to talk about something,”

Kibum darted his eyes away and stared at the empty spot behind Jonghyun’s head, trying to find a proper excuse. This could not happen.

“I... T-The attendant asked me to help her in the... k-kitchen. I-I have to go, Prince.”

And he dashed away, leaving Jonghyun sighing in desperation.



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It was one of those moments when Kibum felt like he despised Jonghyun. The young Prince was such a whiny kid and all of his needs were needed to be fulfilled.

Kibum was just walking out from his room; planning to go to the garden, when Jonghyun suddenly appeared in front of him with his silly grin. It was such a cute sight but Kibum knew what was on his mind.

“Kibum, can we talk?”

His nervous eyes moved away, avoiding Jonghyun’s hopeful ones and he bit down his lip. “I-I need to do something...”

“Something?”

“T-The gardener needs my h-help wi-with the f-flowers... I apologize, my Prince.”

And he walked away again. Jonghyun’s eyes went rigid as he stared at Kibum’s retreating back.



On one night, Kibum found himself walking along the hallway, mind wandering whether he made Jonghyun upset with his act. But, uh, he didn’t want Jonghyun to discover about everything and pulled him down with him.

He brought one hand up to his eyes, rubbing it as he felt the sudden urge to cry. He knew he was such a crybaby, but he still couldn’t believe that he was such a baby for real. Crying for no particular reason.

He stepped in front of his room, his free hand was pushing the door open while his other hand was still wiping the unshed tear away; when suddenly a large palm enclosed over his wrist and pulled him into his room in quickly. Kibum yelped when he turned to look at the culprit, he sighed in relief that it was no other than Jonghyun.

“Prince, you scared me...”

Jonghyun stayed silent and Kibum stopped grinning. He looked weird. Like something was wrong. Or something was really wrong...?

“Kibum, we need to talk. I’m serious.”

The grip around his wrist tightened and Kibum backed up, only to bump his back against the door behind him. Oh, no. He had no escape this time. This was not happening. No, not happening. Kibum chanted in his mind, silently praying that it was only a dream.

“P-Prince, I—”

“Stop avoiding me, Kibum!” Jonghyun snapped at him and the younger boy froze. Oh, no, his crybaby self was coming out again. The ends of his eyes were slowly gaining the unshed tears and Kibum slumped against the wooden door.

Jonghyun’s grip around his wrist slowly loosened and the Prince pulled him away from the door, towards his bed. He pushed Kibum to sit there while he stood up in front of him, eyes glued to Kibum’s blank yet somehow desperate face.

“Kibum-ah, I have tried to talk about this with you for several times, but you always ignored me.”

Kibum bit down his lip, fingers quickly finding the bed sheet under him to grip onto.

“I want to tell you. About something. About my feeling.”

And Kibum shook his head. Jonghyun ignored him even though he clearly saw Kibum’s head shaking in denial. Jonghyun parted his mouth, lips opening in an urge to talk again when Kibum suddenly clutched onto his hand.

“No, no, please...”

Kibum knew his feeling. And he knew that Kibum felt the same with him. Why would he hold it any longer?

“Kibum, I have to say it.”

“No, Prince Jonghyun! Please, don’t. No, no.”

Jonghyun stared as a tear slid down from Kibum’s eye. He wanted nothing but to rush over to the younger boy and held him in his arms.

“I have to make sure about everything, Kibum. About everything. About my feeling. About you.”

Kibum was still shaking his head, begging Jonghyun to just stop. Jonghyun’s eyes went rigid and he hissed in confusion.

“My Prince, please...”

“Why not, Kibum? Can’t you see my feeling? I can’t hold it anymore! Screw with everything! I don’t care!” asked the other while stepping closer to him. His hands were reaching out to touch the porcelain skin while his eyes showed nothing but sadness and somehow excitement.

Tears were spilling from the feline eyes down to the silk sheet under his soft hands. The day that he hoped would never come finally arrived. He was so scared with this fact. What should he do when he felt the same feeling towards the Prince?

“Kibum, look at me,” called the Prince, hand lifting the weeping boy’s chin up to stare into those pretty, teary eyes. He could see how the other man’s face was showing him the feeling that he wished yet he didn’t wish to felt. That feeling, which had been filling his chest with warm sensation everytime he saw the other man; his smile, his round puppy-eyes, his melodic voice.

“Kibum... I...”

The younger boy silently shook his head, eyes staring into those round ones as if begging to not saying anything else and stopped right here, dropped the topic. The older man ignored the pleading stare and sent him a sad smile, thumb brushing the high cheek bones. He leaned closer to the younger boy, forehead barely touching and the younger gasped at the proximity. “I...”

Don’t say it. Don’t say it.



Don’t love me.

“I love you, Kibum.”



The moment the sentence left Kibum broke down. The feeling was so overwhelming, pressing tightly from the inside of his chest, forcing itself to burst out. And he let it out.

Hands reaching up to hold onto Jonghyun’s broad shoulder, he cried loudly, no longer could contain this full feeling. Jonghyun hugged him tighter, lips finding their way to press comforting kisses on Kibum’s head.

“...i-i’m sorry... I’m so sorry...” chanted Kibum. Jonghyun smiled sadly, eyes closing while he shook his head. “What are you saying sorry for? You did nothing wrong, Kibum.”

He pushed Kibum down, settling himself on top of the younger boy and began to press kisses after kisses along his crying face. Kibum clutched onto him, not wanting to let go. Not after everything that had happened. Jonghyun meant a lot to him.

“Kibum... do you love me?” whispered Jonghyun gently, hands wiping the tears away. Kibum stared at the face above him, lips trembled to cry again as he nodded his head. No more hesitation.

Jonghyun smiled, so bright that it hurt Kibum to know Jonghyun was this happy after he confronted his feeling. The Prince cradled Kibum’s face in his palms, eyes staring into the other teary ones.

“Let me hear it, Kibummie. Say that you love me,”

Kibum cried; he felt like he cried as hard as the day they took him away from his mother. He parted his lips, forcing his voice out and it came out in a cracked sound. “I love you...”

And then Jonghyun kissed him. So gentle yet so harsh and full of promises. The feeling was as if it was their first kiss; full of butterflies and heart-thumping, moreover after they confessed everything. It felt way much better than the previous kisses.

“Prince—”

“My name, Kibum. Call my name,” mumbled Jonghyun while holding him closer, lips never leaving Kibum’s. The younger boy whimpered as the sudden wave of tears was coming again. “...j-jonghyun.”

Jonghyun smiled, before pulling Kibum for a deeper kiss. Tongue probing into his mouth, Kibum sighed and shakily reached his fingers up to Jonghyun’s nape, playing with his soft hair.

“Mine... Mine...” Jonghyun whispered softly with so many feelings that Kibum felt like his heart was going to jump out from his chest. He embraced Jonghyun tightly, feeling Jonghyun’s hands wandering around his chest before finally finding the knot that holding all of his shirt robes together.

With a slight tug here and there, he found them bare in front of each other, but it was different. The feeling was different. It was no longer lust, but it had love in there. Jonghyun kept on whispering the words ‘I love you’ and Kibum squeezed his eyes tightly; a drop of tear fell down his cheek.

Jonghyun smiled; lips pressing sweet kisses along his face and Kibum had never felt any happier than this.









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A/N: Hey, everybody! We have come to the climax from the spoiler chapter already... /sobs/ Time passes so quickly but I'm happy though! Hahaha!
And we have Jongkey confessing here! Yay!!!

Oh, finally! Well, prepare because we already know what do they do when they get naked..... /cough/ Hahaha, leave it all for the next chapter! And, oh, prepare yourself for the upcoming fluff! Jongkey fluff! Yay!

Okay, so, let me know what you think about this chapter, and until next time! ^^~~