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onkey: things you said when you were drunk

a/n: i don’t usually write onkey. actually i don’t usually read onkey, either. but i thought i’d try it since you asked, anon! hopefully it’s okay… (sidenote i didn’t even proof read this bc i’m too tired. sorry!)

Kim Kibum wasn’t a nice person. He had never been a nice person. Okay, maybe that was a bit harsh. He had been a lovely child, at least. Cute chubby cheeks and a lovable smile. He had long since grown out of those by now, but at least they provided a fond memory for his parents in the countless albums of baby photos they kept.

problem solving; onkey; nc-17

a/n: i am engaged in math homework as i write this. it’s killing me, but i stopped to take a break and write…. hope you enjoy~

“The kids really miss you,” Kibum whispered over the phone, his eyes glancing towards the puppies. They were sitting by the front door, waiting for Jinki to come home. Kibum felt his heart break, you couldn’t exactly explain to dogs why their master wasn’t coming back, right? The two puppies were depressed -they rarely ate or slept, and nothing Kibum did brought out their youthful playfulness. “I could drop them off sometime.”

“Yeah. That would be nice. I… I miss y- them, too.” Jinki sighed, the noise crackling like candy wrappers in Kibum’s ears.

Kibum put his cellphone between his shoulder and his ear, grabbed a pen and paper, and asked “Where’s the new apartment?” He hummed as Jinki told him the address, fiddling with the pen in his hand. “So… Tomorrow?”

“Tomorrow’s good.”

“They’ll be happy to see you.”

“I know. See you soon, Kibum.” The line cut off, and Kibum heard the monotonous dial tone ringing in his ears. Oh, how he missed hearing Bummie instead of Kibum.

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The brown dog, Kkomde, pulled against the lead as he caught scent of his second father, dragging the other two along as he yanked with all his might to bring himself closer to his loved one. Garcon, the black dog, hung back, as he was afraid of the new surroundings and the people. Yet, when he too could smell Jinki, he was clambering on top of Kkomde to get to the apartment first.

Kibum rang the buzzer, his free hand scratching his nape nervously. He heard two consecutive thumps and a curse, and the memories that those sounds brought forth made Kibum smile… almost. The door opened, and a very serious Jinki stood with one arm against the door frame and the other on his cocked hip. “Hello,” he sang, his eyes lingering on Kibum much to long for either’s comfort.

“I’ll pick them up at three,” Kibum simply said, gesturing with his eyes towards his outstretched hand, which held the leashes. Jinki reached out to grab them, hesitating when he felt the addictive heat from Kibum’s skin. but, he pressed on, grabbed the handles, and put his hand back to his side. 

Deciding to give Kibum a break from his attention, Jinki knelt down to ruffle his puppies’ ears, earning small yips and appreciative licks in return. “I missed you two so, so much,” he cooed, glancing up at Kibum for a split second as if to say, “and you too.”

Kibum nodded after Jinki did, and turned to walk away. As he did so, he realized that the dogs’ leashes were wrapped several times around his legs, but he didn’t react in time. He fell straight on his ass, a shocked groan leaving his lips. Before he could regain his breath, Jinki was by his side in a heartbeat, both arms before him to grip onto Kibum. He didn’t even wait for consent before pulling Kibum up from the floor and into his embrace, smiling at the obliviously happy dogs that were circling the two men. “You know… I don’t think they missed me, I think they missed us.”

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leaned in and pressed his lips against his without any preamble. No words or anything, just a straight up kiss.

“What in the world was that?” Kibum blurts out without thinking, eyes wide in shock.

“A kiss,” Taemin replies nonchalantly with a shrug, continuing to go about his business like he didn’t just kiss his roommate while they were cleaning out their kitchen.

“I know that,” Kibum whines exasperatedly, unable to continue washing the dishes now that his mind was otherwise preoccupied. How did Taemin expect him to keep working now? The younger was still scrubbing down the counter next to him like nothing had happened. It was frustrating, honestly. “What I want to know is why?”

Taemin hums in response, turning to look at Kibum again. Before the elder could process anything, Taemin closed the gap between them again and kissed him for a second time. He doesn’t pull away as fast either, dropping the cleaning rag in favor of taking a hold of Kibum’s hips and pulling him in. Kibum was arms deep in dishwashing liquid and soap suds so he yelps when he’s moved, dripping liquid all over the floor. His eyes automatically squeeze shut and there are fireworks under his eyelids, heart racing a mile a minute.

What the hell was going on?

When Taemin pulls away, he’s grinning mischievously. “Because you’re really cute, hyung.”

Kibum’s jaw drops, scandalized. “I’m not cute!” he protests, but Taemin has already gone back to cleaning the counter.

“Yes you are,” Taemin insists, bumping his hip with the older man’s in the middle of working.

Kibum’s nose wrinkles as he starts cleaning the dishes again. “Whatever,” he grumbles. He wasn’t blushing. Nope. Not at all.

i’m sorry i sort of deviated from the prompt and this just turned into …something else ;; i do hope it’s enjoyable nevertheless!

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Of course Minho always knew that Kibum would move on. He never expected that things would suddenly halt into a complete standstill, of course Kibum would meet someone, date someone, live with someone. Especially with the way Kibum has always found it easy to meet people and get to know them.

Yet the first time Minho sees Kibum with this… Kevin, it feels like a punch to the gut. Of course he’d find an athletic American boyfriend to show off. In a way it makes complete sense. But why does this Kevin need to be so nice? Everyone, literally everyone likes him, and it makes Minho want to just punch a wall to vent his frustrations. 

He lasts for an hour, which is a feat in itself, before he retreats into the kitchen and just stands there, leaning against the counter, sipping on a beer. He can still hear the party going on in the living room, people chatting in raised voices and the music so loud it seems to vibrate through the structures of the whole building.

keybangs wanted some kitty key and well she did finish her paper like a good old woman so heres a little drabble. I’m really too tired to link the other two parts… they’re on my onkey masterlist.

Kibum hated Tuesdays and Fridays. Those two mornings meant Jinki was slipping from bed at almost four in the morning to be able to catch the subway to get to his job on time at 5:30. Tuesdays sucked more though mainly because right after his job the man had to go straight to his classes at the university all the way across the city. Which meant that Kibum was out of his snuggly warmth all morning and into the late afternoon.  

On days that he didn’t need to go to work or go to classes Kibum would get out of bed around 8:30 to shower and eat some sort of food before finding the closest source of sunlight to shift and lay in to sleep for 3 more hours minimum. He’d curl up and soak up the sun all content and happy until he was hungry and he shuffled into the kitchen completely naked to find the leftover food Jinki brought home the day before.

Fridays however were his favorite days because Jinki came home around 10:45. He got off work at 10:30, and the resturaunt was a lot closer to their apartment than the university was. It was also the beginning of the weekend where they were both off from work and classes and they could just lay in bed and snuggle all day.

However that Friday Jinki was about 40 minutes late. He expected to come home to find Kibum staring at him in either form, eyes piercing into him as they demanded for an explanation as to why belly rubs and ear scratches were late. When he opened the door hesitantly he was waiting for the soft found of paws on the floor, or the shuffle of slipper covered feet coming toward the door. He got neither. “Kibum?” He softly called out as he closed the door behind him. When he didn’t get answer by the time he toed off his shoes he went on a mission to find his kitty.

The mission wasn’t a very long one being as soon as he turned the corner into the living room he spotted the white fluff ball curled up and hugging his paw on the little wooden shelf by the screen doors that led to the terrace. A soft smile spread across Jinki’s face as he placed his bag on the couch and quietly moved toward the sleeping kitty. He wondered why Kibum was still sleeping this late, but he really couldn’t complain as he ran his hand over the warm fur. A soft sound came from the shifter, a really cute one Jinki might add. “Come on you sleepy baby.” He mumbled as he wiggled his hand under Kibum’s tummy to lift him up into his arms.

Kibum’s eyes slowly blinked open, paws uncurling as he looked up to see who was picking him up. At the sight of his boyfriend he moved to rub his head all over his chest and shoulder until he could move enough to rub it on his cheeks. Jinki giggled slightly as he rubbed Kibum’s tummy. “Why are you so sleepy hmm Kittyboo?”

Kibum just mewled up at him as Jinki settled on his recliner. He laid back and let his kitten move to lay his chest and touch his nose on the man’s. “You know I really didn’t want to leave you this morning. Work was such a pain baby.” Kibum’s eyes widen before he was rubbing his face all over him again, his paws working on his chest in the happy little thing he does to try and comfort Jinki. “I really need a nap.”

The little ears on top of the cat’s head perked up at the sound of a nap and Jinki laughed. “You just woke up Baby.”

The meow Kibum gave him sounded like he felt betrayed. Jinki just reached to grab the blanket off the couch and covered them both. Kibum meowed once more before tapping the man’s cheek 3 times in the way Jinki knew meant I love you.

Kibum had protected Taemin while he was growing up.» taekey. uh? angst-ish?