Loving the Trouble Chap. 3

[kumo_is_kumo]

Title: Loving the Trouble

Pairing: Jonghyun/Key

Genre: Romance, Fluff, Smut, Mpreg, Crack

Length: Series

Summary: Getting into an arranged marriage is bad, being forced into a marriage with your sworn enemy is worse, but having a kid with them is the worst.














Poster by: hope <3






Chapter 3



It’s time for their next meeting. Jonghyun appears all too friendly and silent and his mother narrows her eyes on him, feeling so weird-ed to have him cooperating. He gives her an innocent smile and she shakes her head at him.

Kibum has a frown on his face, yet he bites his tongue down from spluttering a curse word whenever Jonghyun gets too close to him. They have to reconcile with each other in order to have this deal working. They don’t need to raise any suspicion upon them from their mothers, or they will be stuck with each other longer than they plan to.

The look on their mothers’ face is enough of the proof that they get tricked by them. Jonghyun could only sigh in relief internally, hoping that this plan could carry out until the end.

The mothers take them shopping somewhere, successfully whisking Jonghyun from his office and papers, and taking a no from Kibum’s mouth about him having to choose the right fabric for his design.

“Since this is going to be the only time you get married in your life, choose the colors and theme very precisely, boys!”

Jonghyun stuffs his hands into his trousers pockets, not wanting to have a say in this. It’s already bad that their mothers are dragging them here to do this shopping thingie, he doesn’t need to have to input once in a while just to discuss about ridiculous color choosing. Well, bad for him because his mother drags him by his arm to point onto several colors that she likes.

“Do you want white? Or gold?”

“Uh, mom,” he tries to come up with an answer. “Gold is fine, I thi—”

Kibum frowns at his answer and Jonghyun sends him a questioning look.

“What about you, Kibum dear?”

“I would prefer white.” He says. Jonghyun grits his teeth at him, glaring.

“Now, how about you two discuss about the color while we go look through that for a moment?” His mother says, pointing to something in particular that the both boys don’t really pay attention, because they are too much of glaring at one another.

“Sure.” Kibum gives a fake smile.

Once the mothers are out of their hearing, Jonghyun is already towering over the other male. “What do you think you are doing?”

“That should be my question, you stupid dumbass.” Kibum hisses, poking his chest with a well manicured fingernail. Jonghyun winces because that jab hurts.

“We are supposed to reconcile so they won’t be suspicious!”

“Well, you are supposed to try and reconcile with me.”

“Excuse me?” Jonghyun gasps, “We all know that gold is better than white, why are you—”

“I’m the designer one here, I know my doing, stupid.” Kibum crosses his arms in front of his chest.

Jonghyun makes a face. “What the fuck? Look, I’m a business man and we all know that gold is precious and I would prefer gold so why don’t you—”

“Everyone fucking knows that wedding is always in white, you little fuckin—”

“Boys! Have you decided on the color?”

Jonghyun opens his mouth to answer but he yelps when he feels a foot steps on his.

“We will settle with white!” Kibum says, giving a too sweet smile to both mothers.

“Great! Wedding is the most beautiful with white anyway!” The mothers say together. Kibum gives a winning smirk towards the pouty Jonghyun.

“Now what do you think about the location? Where should the wedding be held?”

“Hotel.” “Garden.”

Both boys secretly glare at each other right after they answer at the same time. Jonghyun makes a face at the other boy, muttering ‘garden, garden’ again and again. He doesn’t understand the opinion of holding their wedding in a hotel? Where’s the fun in there?

Their mothers hum thoughtfully at their different opinions. “Garden you say, Jonghyun-ah?”

“Yes.” Jonghyun smiles triumphantly, already seeing the end of this. Beside him, Kibum is scowling apparently.

“I think a garden wedding would be very pretty, right?” His mother says, asking Kibum’s mother who in turn nods in excitement.

“Garden it is then!”

Jonghyun smirks. Kibum says nothing, but the glare in his eyes shows otherwise.







The shopping for the day is paused as they settle to grab some lunch by the nearest restaurant. It’s a family restaurant and while their mothers are chatting excitedly like school girls talking about their petty crushes, Jonghyun notices a hot waitress walking towards their table.

He catches his lower lip in between his teeth, giving the waitress some glances. She notices his stare of course and she gives him a wink back. Jonghyun muses at the fact that he manages to charm another person in the span of ten seconds without doing anything in particular.

Though, he feels someone steps on his foot again and he glances up, finding Kibum glaring at him with sharp eyes. The hard gaze from him as if telling Jonghyun to ‘keep your dick in your pants and don’t forget our fucking deal, you twat!’

Jonghyun lifts an eyebrow up at him, rolling his eyes afterwards.

Their mothers watch carefully and silently, giggling behind their palms at the display of Kibum’s ‘jealousy’.

“Jonghyun, you treasure Kibum really well, okay?” The mother says. Jonghyun gives her an awkward smile, nodding reluctantly.







They continue their shopping somewhere, and Jonghyun feels his feet are killing him, because he loses count on how many hours they have been walking around. He should give women a standing ovation for even coming up with the idea of spending the whole day outside of their house and walking around just to shop.

Halfway through their walk into the florist place, Kibum stumbles over something on the street and he yelps. He doesn’t fall down because someone is holding onto his hips to steady him back. Kibum looks up and finds a tall stranger with handsome face is staring at him in worry.

“Are you okay? You should be careful.” The stranger asks. Kibum mewls internally, suddenly thinking that he gets to experience one good thing in this bad day.

He tentatively runs his fingers along the stranger’s arms, lips bit gently to seduce the oblivious stranger.

Jonghyun clears his throat loudly that breaks his seduction and he glares at the other. Instead of getting an apology, Jonghyun growls at him and his eyes keep glaring at the way Kibum’s fingers are still on the stranger’s arms.

Their mothers giggle softly a few meters from where they are standing, enjoying the once again ‘obvious jealousy’. Kibum gives the women an awkward grin before he thanks the handsome stranger for the help, ignoring the way Jonghyun is glaring at the stranger.







It’s one fine day a week after their initial shopping that Jonghyun finds himself walking into the design studio owned by no other than Kim fucking Kibum. They could have their wedding suits ready by now but no, that arrogant designer won’t have anyone else designing his suit. He wants and insists to make everything by himself.

Like he said a week ago, “I will make the greatest, grandest wedding suits ever.” Jonghyun just rolls his eyes at that.

So as he walks inside the studio with his hands in his pockets, he notices a messy corner where various fabrics with many colors and textures are scattered here and there. He makes a face at that.

“If you are coming here just to scrutinize my place, then you are more than welcomed to step the fuck out.”

Jonghyun smacks his lips in disinterest. “I can go? Sure, it’s not like I want to be here.”

“Come back here, you fucktard.” Kibum’s voice is heard and he finally emerges from somewhere, sporting a thick rimmed glasses on top of his nose and messy locks that make him look so fucking adorable that Jonghyun would want to bang him countless times if he is someone else.

“Is that how you welcome your guest?” Jonghyun asks, lifting a half made shirt away from the couch to sit on it. Kibum snatches the precious fabric away from his hand to make it safe somewhere else.

“You are not a guest, nor will I welcome you here. But nonetheless, you are already here and I have no choice but to ‘welcome’ you.” He huffs, eyes rolling in annoyance. Jonghyun chuckles, lifting his feet to rest on the coffee table.

“Get your stinky feet down, you pig!” Kibum shrieks with a loud voice, making him winces. “Can’t you tone down your voice or what? You are so annoying.” Jonghyun mutters.

Kibum pretends to throw something to him and at the display of Jonghyun cowering in fear, he smiles triumphantly. “Get up from there and come here. I have to measure your size. The faster I finish this, the more I will be happy to get you out of my studio.”

Jonghyun rises up from the couch, heading to where the designer is standing with his measuring tape. As he stands right in front of him, he stays silent while watching the designer running his pretty long fingers along his arms while mumbling some numbers and writing them down on his little note.

He wouldn’t want to admit it to anyone else, but he can’t deny that Kim Kibum looks so cute concentrating like this, working so hard and serious, while keep pushing those damned glasses up his nose.

“Okay, you can go now. I will notify you when your suit is done. Expect it in a week.” Kibum dismisses him coldly.

Jonghyun narrows his eyes before he dares himself to pat the other on his head. “See ya.” He mutters lowly, before walking away from the designer. He doesn’t see Kibum stilling in shock at his unexpected move.







Exactly one week after that, Jonghyun is back walking into the studio to do the suit fitting. He honestly can’t wait to see how his suit is done.

Back with those damned glasses again, Jonghyun internally curses at how fucking adorable Kim Kibum is.

“Put this on. Go in there.” Kibum instructs with a word of hello, pushing a shirt and trousers into his arms and pointing to the fitting room at the corner.

“Well, hello to you too.” Jonghyun mutters before making his way to put their outfit on.

It’s such an amazing feat. He can’t deny by now that Kibum is such a great designer, he made the shirt and trousers fit him as if they belong to him for real (well, they indeed are).

Once he walks out, Kibum is waiting there for him, arms crossed in front of his chest. A smug and proud smile blooms on his face while his face shows just how satisfied he is with the result of his work. Jonghyun waits there, not saying anything.

Kibum’s smile… is surprisingly pretty. Jonghyun stares at him for a long time, eyes trained on how thin those lips are and how much he has this urge to taste them. He wonders whether they will feel exactly like he has always imagined.

The other seems to notice him staring and Kibum narrows his eyes on him. “Why are you staring at me like that?” He asks curtly. Jonghyun, not knowing how to respond, shrugs.

Kibum shrugs as well, ignoring his weird act. He reaches for the tuxedo to help him put it no. It fits so perfectly on him.

“Hm,” Kibum hums softly, running his eyes up and down while making mental notes of the things he has to correct. He reaches for his pins and steps closer to Jonghyun to fold and do some things with the tuxedo sleeves. Jonghyun watches him silently, for once being a normal male without talking too much.

As Kibum pats his shoulder to smoothen the fabric, Jonghyun follows his instinct and he curls an arm around the male’s waist, pulling him flushed to his chest. Kibum looks up in surprise, stumbling over his feet and leaning his full weight on Jonghyun, who is gazing at him with such unreadable meaning. “What are you doing…?”

Jonghyun doesn’t answer right away, as he runs his eyes all over the designer’s flawless face, except for that little scar on his eyebrow that he makes a mental note to ask later in the future.

Regaining his playful side back and shaking his amazement at how pretty Kibum looks flushed into him, Jonghyun leans down to whisper into the male’s ear, a smirk hanging on his mouth, “If only you would be this kind to me after we get married. Such a waste.”

He doesn’t see it but he kind of feels the way Kibum is flushing at his words.

Well, he doesn’t see it coming, but he stumbles back in shock, mouth open in gasps, while his shin is throbbing from the hard kick from the other male.

Kibum huffs, the pale flush on his cheeks is still a bit apparent. “In your dream!”









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A/N: Next to come: the wedding! Hehe, notice some hints I left there? ;) Hahaha, thanks for reading! (๑°꒵°๑)･*♡