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kumo_is_kumo) wrote2015-11-14 05:39 pm
kumo_is_kumo) wrote2015-11-14 05:39 pm
Hello Chap. 5
Title: Hello
Pairing: Jongkey
Genre: Romance, Fluff, Smut, Drama, Semi-Angst
Length: Series
Summary: They were young when it all happened; the young love, the separation, the sadness, the fake hurting words. They are matured now when it all happens; the second meeting, the hesitation, the fear of getting hurt, and… the bit of remaining love inside.
Jonghyun kisses him.
Jonghyun is kissing him.
His ex-boyfriend is kissing him.
His ex-husband is kissing him.
Kibum feels his head is spinning. The feel of Jonghyun’s plump lips against his is something he misses and now that it’s happening for real, Kibum loses his mind on what to do.
“What… are you doing?” Kibum whispers as soon as Jonghyun leans back.
The CEO is tipsy and is staring at his red lips. “Kissing you?”
“Why would you do that?” Kibum whispers, because this is not something that is supposed to happen between them.
Their story has long finished.
“Because I want to.” Jonghyun murmurs, scooting closer to him. Kibum makes no move to reject him yet he is not agreeing either.
“Jong, stop,” he mutters, not realizing he has uttered the cute nickname from the past. Jonghyun smiles at that, chuckling afterwards.
“I miss that name.”
“Jonghyun, stay back.” Kibum rubs his blurry eyes. Alcohol surely makes them this daring.
“No.” The older male speaks, grabbing Kibum by his wrists to stop him from rubbing his eyes. Kibum whines at his resistance and huffs.
“Go away.”
“No.”
“Jonghyun, I said g –”
The older male kisses his lips again, softer than the previous one and Kibum blinks his eyes, stunned by the sudden act.
“Stoooppp ittttttt,” Kibum’s words get dragged as he tries to yank his wrists out of his grips, but to no avail, he is huffing in annoyance because Jonghyun refuses to let him go.
“Kibum,” Jonghyun calls softly, looking straight into his eyes.
“What?”
“Why did we ever break up?” Jonghyun asks, the question has been bugging his mind for years and now he has the alcohol running in his blood, he won’t let it pass.
Kibum’s head lolls back as he hums.
“…because you were such a wimp.”
“Was it my fault?” He asks again, pulling the younger male to hug him.
“…no. It was my fault as well…” Kibum begins to tear up, not really understanding why on earth he cries but it feels good.
“Was it?” Jonghyun asks again, cradling his face into his hands. Kibum nods reluctantly, staring at him.
“I’m sorry that I was such a wimp.” He says softly, finally able to utter the words from years ago.
Kibum shakes his head, laughing dryly. “I’m sorry, too. For not fighting.”
Jonghyun presses their lips together in a rougher way, stealing Kibum’s breathe away. The younger male makes no resistance this time and closes his eyes, finally replying his kiss. It’s been a while. The feeling is too strong.
For the both of them.
Kibum moans softly at the way Jonghyun pushes his tongue into his mouth, and the way his hand grips his hip tightly. He brings his hands up into the older male’s brunette locks, twisting them softly while his lips are being devoured by the other.
“Jong –”
The older male has released his abused lips for a while, eyes blown with something else as he stares at Kibum who is now perched up on his lap.
“Kibum,” he calls hoarsely, leaning forward to peck the base of his neck. Kibum throws his head back at the soft kiss, pressing Jonghyun’s head more to him.
The older male drags his blunt teeth over the skin on the side of his neck, sucking a big mark there just because he misses doing this.
Kibum yelps softly, mind going hazy before he falls asleep in the middle of it.
Jonghyun leans back, staring at his sleeping face before his eyes roll back and he loses his consciousness.
Kibum groans loudly, from the massive headache to the sore back he is having right now.
Seriously, what did he do last night?
Finding out that you spend the night on your uncomfortable couch is enough, but to smell the remaining aroma of alcohol makes Kibum shrieks out loud in the early morning.
Then he remembers some things.
Alcohol. Jonghyun. Talks.
“What have I done?” Kibum mutters, hands flying up to grab onto his hair.
He barely remembers anything!
And speaking about Jonghyun –
He can’t even find him here.
Kibum breathes in relief because he doesn’t have to think how to act if Jonghyun happened to be still here. And what time is it now, what time is it and he should get ready or –
“OH MY GOD I’M ALMOST LATE!!!”
Gulping down the pain killer, Kibum rushes to the bathroom and washes himself clean in the fastest time he could ever had and before he could run out of the bathroom he catches the sight of –
“What… is that?” Kibum mutters while moving closer to the mirror, ignoring the water dripping from his hair.
It’s red and almost purple and it looks like a –
“…hickey?!”
“K- K- KIM JONGHYUN!!!!”
Short long story, Kibum’s mood goes even worse than before and not even one would like to try and talk to him.
His headache is killing him, he is hungry as hell, his body is sore, and he is hot all over because he has to wear his turtle neck shirt to cover the damn mark.
The students don’t even try to greet him, in fear of getting bit over their head because their English language teacher Mr. Kim is currently sending vibes of killing people. The other colleagues of his are hiding away.
To save people from his rage, Kibum excuses himself as soon as the last class ends. He needs some food and he would like to keep his image clean because the other teacher (or Joonmyeon) is most likely at the top rank of his killing schedule.
Kibum hops away out from the school ground, clutching onto his messenger bag while walking towards the nearest bus stop.
Destiny just loves playing with him because—
“Hey, there. Need ride?”
Kibum closes his eyes in annoyance, before opening them again and sending a glare towards the man on the driver seat inside the car stopping beside him.
“Go away.”
“Naw, don’t be like that. I’m just being friendly.”
Kibum scoffs, continuing to walk along the side road. “Then stop being friendly because I don’t need it!”
Jonghyun sends him an amused stare before he stops following Kibum with his car. Kibum hums in response, half in relief and half in disappointment.
There’s a hand grabbing his wrist and Kibum yelps when Jonghyun drags him all the way into his car, despite Kibum’s struggles and completely ignoring the kitten scratches all over his coat.
Huffing, Kibum crosses his arms over his chest while locking his eyes away from Jonghyun’s teasing stare.
“What?!” He all but barks and Jonghyun chuckles at him.
“Hello to you, too.”
“Well, I’m not saying hello to you!”
“Kibum –”
“A-And stop acting so friendly like you know me so well!” Kibum hisses, face flushed a color of pale pink at the way Jonghyun calls his name.
The CEO huffs, before driving away from the road and silently heading towards Kibum’s living place.
It takes them ten minutes of complete silence before the engine dies down and Kibum quickly scrambles down the seat, running for his dear life towards his door. He could hear the faint sounds of Jonghyun’s footsteps following him behind and he could only hope he could slam the door on his asymmetric nose.
He enters his pin quickly and gets in, shoving the door close but Jonghyun has the same plan of getting his way inside without being slammed against the door.
“Get away!” Kibum shrieks, pushing the door with all his might against Jonghyun’s hand which is currently holding against it firmly.
“We need to talk.”
“There’s nothing to talk about! Get away or –”
“Please, Kibum. Let’s just sit and talk like the real adult we are.” Jonghyun says softly, voice pleading yet firm.
Kibum blinks his eyes before finally he drops his hands and Jonghyun takes it as a cue to get inside and quickly closes the door before Kibum could change his mind of letting him in.
It’s silent inside Kibum’s apartment and no one really moves except for their ragged breathing.
The tension is thick and it’s weird because they know yet they don’t know of what exactly this awkward feeling is.
“Look,” Kibum starts, voice soft and hoarse, and Jonghyun simply cuts him off before he could continue his words.
“I’m not going to apologize about what happened yesterday because I don’t hate it.”
Blinking in confusion, Kibum tilts his head. “Excuse me?”
“About the drink. About the talks. About the kiss.” Jonghyun says, eyes gazing laser-like-stare into his own. Kibum fidgets with his feet and he could barely process about what’s coming before he finds himself yelping when Jonghyun corners him against the wall beside his door and kisses him on the lips.
“W- Wait –”
“Don’t say anything.” Jonghyun mutters against his lips before kissing them softly for the second time that day.
Kibum stares into Jonghyun’s eyes, confusion and fear yet excitement written all over them. There’s just something weird between them. They have a weird relationship for people who had divorced a few years ago. They have a weird conversation between two people who should have been despising each other.
Yet Kibum finds no energy left in him to push Jonghyun away or even land a slap over his face.
His trembling fingers hesitantly embrace Jonghyun, pulling onto the fabric of his coat to draw him closer.
Jonghyun’s way of kissing is still the same as he has a few years ago and Kibum can’t say that he doesn’t like it.
With a soft whimper escaping Kibum’s mouth, Jonghyun tilts his head to one side to deepen the kiss, to mold their lips together into the most fitted form they could make.
Everything feels so rushed even though there is nothing running after them.
“…jong,” Kibum whines when Jonghyun backs away a little to give him his space of breathing, yet the weird string in their chest pulls them into each other again like a magnet.
It’s weird.
Yet it’s satisfying.
It’s wrong.
Yet it’s right.
No one will tell them what to do.
No one will tell them who they are.
No one will tell them to break apart.
No one will tell them to stop.
No one will tell them to –
– fall out of love.
Lips parted and harsh breathing echoes all over the silent apartment, yet no one moves away.
“Don’t say anything.” Jonghyun whispers before indulging himself into the sweetness of Kibum’s lips.
Sweet and bitter.
“Don’t say anything.” Kibum repeats softly.
A/N: Well, duh. This is where the story will start. lol
Smutty + angst = my life
Wait, what. Did I say smut? Oops, nope xD
Thanks for reading and do tell me what you think about this chapter!
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I guess now time for some drama mixed with happy moments. have to wait to know where it all goes.thanks for the update:)
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thanks for reading <3