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Chapter: 20/?
Pairing: JongKey
Word Count: 4,138
Summary: Kibum goes to the same, run-down bar every week to watch the man of his affections sing his heart out with a mere guitar for company. He wasnât expecting the coffee, nor the beautiful personality within the singer. And he definitely wasnât expecting to fall in love.
A/N: Woohoo more drama I love teasing you guys with cliffhangers <3 Another update will be coming either tomorrow or the next day so look forward to it!! Please enjoy ~
Pulling apart roughly, Kibum and Jonghyun regarded each other with wide, desperate eyes. The ticking of the clock seemed to sound in slow motion, and Kibum didnât think that heâd ever moved so quickly in his entire life. Practically diving off the couch and landing sprawled on the packet of chips below, Kibumâs hands shook frantically in an attempt to redo the buttons on his shirt. His breathing ran heavy, and when he looked up at Jonghyun to see the older male smoothing down his hair and clothes with haste, his eyes seemed to scream death.
Crushed chips were splattered wildly over the floorboard, and it was as Kibum attempted to clear the mess with unsteady hands when Kibumâs mother walked into the room, a few bags of groceries in her grasp as she surveyed the scene before her. First, her gaze landed on Jonghyun, hair rustled slightly and shirt marginally askew, but otherwise looking perfectly average. She offered him a kind smile and he returned it almost immediately, unconsciously fixing his hair so that every strand was perfectly in place. And that was when the womanâs gaze fell to Kibum, face screwing up strangely as she noticed her son with his buttons uneven, mussed hair, red cheeks and salt and vinegar chips spilt wildly over the floor.
âKibum?â she questioned, strict lines harrowing her face as it lifted again to examine Jonghyun. Now that she peered closer, she began to notice that he too had a pinkish hue to his cheekbones and was awfully aware of how he seemed to appear, tugging and pulling at his shirt as though it burnt his skin.
Kibum looked up and smiled tightly. âHi, mother. Sorry about the messâŠI accidentally slipped on this packet of chips.â
His mother nodded slowly, unconvinced. âWhat about your buttons, Kibum?â
Immediately, his head flew down to survey his shirt, cheeks reddening even more so at the state they were in. But Kibum, being the excellent actor he was, played along with his embarrassment and lied smoothly. âWhat the heck, have these been like this all day?! Jonghyun, why didnât you tell me? Thatâs so embarrassingâŠâ
Jonghyun chuckled good-naturedly, and although his mother wouldnât have, Kibum took note of how his laughter seemed slightly forced. âI thought it would be funny. Sorry.â
âYou donât seem very sorry,â Kibum scowled, redoing his buttons so that they were even and neat.
Scepticism still laced the womanâs features, and then as though a lightbulb had gone off, her head shot to face Jonghyun once more. âThen why arenât you in your school uniform, Jonghyun?â
Fear trickled down Kibumâs spine, and he regarded Jonghyun with desperation screaming in his eyes. Jonghyun met Kibumâs gaze and his eyes softened as though reassuring Kibum that everything would be fine, and looked back up to smile dazzlingly in Mrs Kimâs direction. âI have gym last, so instead of changing back into my school uniform I usually just wear casual clothes.â he explained with a smile. âMy school clothes are in the car.â
âOh. Okayâ the woman responded with a frown, looking in between the two boys a few times with uncertainty before turning away to head to the kitchen.
Both Jonghyun and Kibum let out deep breaths of relief upon her departure, and Kibum finished cleaning the mess on the floor before collapsing onto the couch beside his boyfriend. âYour mum is kind of scary.â whispered Jonghyun, eliciting Kibum to giggle loudly in agreement.
âYeah, I guess.â the younger male responded, dimples poking softly into his pink cheeks. âShe sure asks a lot of questions.â
Jonghyun grinned impishly and leant forward slightly to fix Kibumâs hair, whispering in his ear softly as he did so. âTrue, but considering how much you lie, I wouldnât blame her.â
With a pout, Kibum pushed Jonghyun away and instead went to grab a handful of chips, clutching the packet tightly to his chest.
âHeyâŠâ Jonghyun whined. âLet me have some too.â
âNot if youâre gonna be rude.â refused Kibum playfully, grabbing another handful and shoving the whole lot in his mouth, humming softly in delight. âMmm, delicious.â
A mischievous glint shone in Jonghyunâs eyes, and as his boyfriend closed his eyes in pretend euphoria, Jonghyun took his chance and dived forward, fingers tickling every expanse of skin he could lay his hands on. Kibum gasped, packet dropping out of his grasp as they moved desperately to protect himself, and although he really struggled not to, the loud bouts of laughter which escaped Kibumâs lips really were inevitable.
âS-Stop!â he breathed loudly in the midst of wild laughter, kicking at Jonghyunâs relentless arms as though his life depended on it.
Jonghyun grinned. âYou never told me you were ticklish.â
âB-Because I knewâŠThis would h-happen.â Kibum squeaked out, kicking one of his legs instinctively hard when Jonghyunâs hand brushed over a particularly sensitive patch of skin. Jonghyunâs eyes practically bulged out of his head, and before Kibum had even known what heâd done, Jonghyun was rolling around on the floor in pain, hands laying protectively over his groin.
âOh. My. God.â Kibum spoke, watching Jonghyunâs pained form with an astonished expression. âDid I..?â he paused, surveying Jonghyunâs figure for a few moments in silence (bar the groans of pain emitting from the elderâs mouth.) And then Kibum was howling even louder than before in laughter, clutching his stomach as the chuckles shook his lithe frame. It sounded unattractive, but Kibum couldnât help but wheeze in a struggle for breath, finding all too much amusement in what heâd caused his boyfriend. âKarmaâs a bitch, isnât it Jjong?â
Jonghyun grumbled in pain. âH-How is it karma when you didnât let me eat any chips in the first place? PleaseâŠMy family is starving.â
Voice reaching another octave higher, Kibum was laughing once more, clambering over to tickle Jonghyunâs exposed ribs.
Kibumâs mother stood in the kitchen, leisurely unpacking her groceries as she thought about the scene she had stumbled upon just moments ago. Uneven buttons and a rustled appearance certainly wasnât something Kibum would usually leave the house with. Sure, the middle aged woman wasnât home much, but she knew for a fact that fashion had a big influence on her sonâs life and would be damned if Kibum had genuinely left the house looking like that. Perhaps heâd been in a rush? Or maybe he had a secret girlfriend he wasnât telling her about. Kibumâs mother shook her head. It just didnât make sense.
She knew her son. He was a smart, quiet and often moody boy who didnât have many friends, and despite his asocial habits, Kibum definitely wasnât awkward. The possibility of him having a girlfriend wasnât completely off limits, but the thought in itself just didnât settle right with Kibumâs mother. She didnât know why, but for some odd reason, deep down she knew that wasnât why his buttons were uneven that day. Maybe, just maybe, there was a lingering thought in the back of her head that had been growing even steadier over the past few weeks. Something she didnât dare mutter aloud for anyone to hear. With the strong influence of her husband, Kibumâs mother didnât even want to acknowledge it, and instead pushed down the instinctive feeling to the bottom of her gut where it would remain for what she hoped would be forever.
And then, breaking through the silence of her own wild mind, came the sound of loud, pure and genuine laughter which rang melodiously through the air like joy. It spread around the kitchen and engulfed the middle aged woman in a feeling mixed with surprise and warmth, and upon hearing the sound of her only son boisterously laughing with upmost happiness, she realized something that in one whole motion broke her heart and taped it back together again.
PerhapsâŠShe didnât really know her son at all. And while that feeling should have been a horrible one for a mother of 19 years like herself, instead she found her mouth tilting up at the edges in contemplation. So maybe she didnât know her son very well. It would do no good to deny that fact. But, if that beautiful sound of mirth and love escaping his mouth at that very moment was even a fragment of what he had to behold, then Kibumâs mother was more than ready to get to know her son wholeheartedly. She grinned, her dimples reflecting the ones that were being showcased on Kibumâs beautiful face as he chuckled.
Yes, she concluded mentally to herself. I want to get to know my son.
It was around an hour later when the front door creaked open once again, this time announcing the return of Kibumâs father. Jonghyun noticed it immediately. The way Kibumâs shoulders suddenly tensed, the hitch of his breath and the constant desire to look and appear immaculate. Unconsciously he frowned, and although he wanted to loop an arm around Kibum in reassurance, he knew that around Kibumâs father, it was well off limits. The man looked marginally surprised to see Jonghyun there watching a movie with Kibum, however brushed it off within seconds and didnât even acknowledge the boys again until dinner.
Sitting at the dining room table, Jonghyun was more cautious and aware than ever. Every single movement Kibumâs father took was watched by him closely, and he couldnât help the anger from clouding his features every time Kibum flinched or tensed at something the middle aged man had said or done. The words that Luna had texted him were practically echoing in his brain, and even though he knew they were just assumptions, that certainly didnât make them any less important or concerning.
He had witnessed the manâs harsh nature for himself. Calling his own son those abhorrent names for simply wearing eyelinerâŠConstantly filling his head with prejudiced thoughts on the homosexual community. People didnât choose their parents, and Jonghyun understood that. But, considering Kibumâs own sexuality and personality, it was safe to say that his parents (or perhaps just his father), were the worst a boy like him could have ended up with.
Dinner, he noted, was delicious. The different types of food to choose from were vast and diverse, although it was clear to tell that somehow, it just wasnât cooked with the same sort of love his food at home was. Jonghyun didnât dislike Kibumâs house. In fact, he thought it was grand, beautiful and magnificent. But something about it just felt cold, and Jonghyun finally found himself understanding why Kibum enjoyed the company of his sister and mother so much.
Maybe it wasnât a matter of love. After all, family were meant to love each other unconditionally, right? Kibum had just been brought up without as much attention and affection as Jonghyun, and so his family functioned in different ways. That would have been perfectly fine with Jonghyun, had the younger boy not looked so uncomfortable around his own father. Jonghyun himself hadnât really grown up with a father figure around the house â his own had left them at an early age. But even if Jonghyun didnât know a lot about how they were meant to act, he knew for a fact that children were not meant to fear their own fathers. They were meant to admire them. Look up to them.
Kibum didnât admire his father. He seemed to sneer his name whenever they spoke about family, and now, looking to his left, Jonghyun saw that he was quivering in his boots.
âJust what type of man is Kibumâs dad?â Jonghyun thought to himself, brows furrowing even more so as he did.
His expression of deep thought and anger, along with his slow pace when consuming dinner didnât go unnoticed by Mrs Kim. She saw the way that Jonghyun was glaring at their husband, and unconsciously, felt herself gulping in discomfort. Had Kibum told Jonghyun what had happened? It wasnât as though she could ask aloud. And so instead she simply remained quiet for the remainder of the meal and observed Kibum and the mysterious Jonghyun with curiosity swimming in her brown orbs.
Protectiveness seemed to aura around Jonghyun in small waves, and another drop of that strange, instinctive feeling fell into the pit of her stomach. The woman tried to brush off the feeling, after all, it would do not good to dwell on her probably false inklings. But no matter how hard she tried to concentrate on other matters, it didnât seem to budge, slowly but surely taking over every corner of her intelligent mind.
âSorry dinner was so quiet,â apologized Kibum later that evening, head bowed. âFather and I had a disagreement the other day soâŠHe was a little cold.â
Jonghyun snorted. âYeah, I could tell something was a bit off. Are you sure youâre okay to stay here?â
Surprised at how serious Jonghyun sounded, Kibum could only offer a nod of the head in response. A small grin made its way onto the older boyâs face, and Kibum suddenly felt better at the tender, warm expression in Jonghyunâs chocolate brown eyes. âGood,â he commented, lifting his hand to gently ruffle Kibumâs hair. The height difference made it seem a little awkward, however neither boy could really bring it within themselves to care â after all, that was probably the only physical contact they could make with Kibumâs parents being so close nearby. âAnd Kibum?â
The singerâs voice was softer than usual. Gentle, delicate, as though Kibum might break at any moment. Kibum didnât quite understand â he was perfectly fine, wasnât he? âHm?â he responded, tilting his head slightly to the side.
âIf you ever, yâknow, feel unsafe or like somethingâs wrongâŠJust know that youâre welcome at my house whenever you want. Early in the morning, during school, for dinner, in the middle of the night. Any timeâs fine.â
Kibum blinked. âOhâŠkay? This is a bit random, donât you think?â
Awkwardly, Jonghyun licked his lips. âI know, I knowâŠThe offerâs just always there, alright?â Cupping Kibumâs shoulder warmly, Jonghyun offered him one last bright smile before opening the front door. âIâll catch you later, Kibum!â
âSee you, Jonghyun.â responded Kibum softly, closing the door behind his boyfriend and staring at the wooden frame wistfully. No, he thought to himself. This wouldnât do.
âI left something in Jonghyunâs car mum, Iâll be right back!â Kibum was out of the door before he could even hear the womanâs response.
âJjong, wait!â
Jonghyun turned around in shock, surprised to see Kibum running towards him. Cheeks flushed from both the chilly air and embarrassment, Kibum paused before Jonghyun, grinning sheepishly. âSorryâŠI-I forgot something.â
And before Jonghyun even had time to comprehend what Kibum had said, the youngerâs slim, cool fingers were holding his face firmly and his lips were pressed against his own. It was sweet and short lived, but Kibumâs expression was immediately brighter when they separated. He bit his lip shyly and stared at his shoes. âForgot my goodbye kiss.â
Jonghyunâs ears were painted pink, and a smile larger than the moon adorned his rouging face. âR-Right. Of course.â
âIâŠâ Kibum paused, and the mixture of light provided by both the streetlamps and the moonâs rays shone down to illuminate his flawless face. It took all of Jonghyunâs willpower in that moment not to grasp Kibum and kiss him once more, but he resisted, and simply stared at Kibum awaiting his words. âI umâŠreally loved that song, by the way. Thanks, Jjong.â
Jonghyun smiled, half disappointed that he had to leave so soon. âIâm gladâŠBut I really best be off now. See ya, Kibum.â
âBye, Jonghyun! Take care.â
âI should be saying that to youâ, thought Jonghyun mentally, opting to keep his thoughts to himself. Instead he simply waved, blowing Kibum a sly kiss out the window as he drove away.
The week seemed to elapse slower than ever, and it was with hunched shoulders and a grim expression that Thursday when Kibum was pulled to sit with Amberâs group of friends for the nth time over the past few days. It wasnât horrible. Kibum had someone to sit with at least, and every now and then Amber would make sure to include Kibum in the conversation as best as she possibly could. It consisted of mostly girls, and although they didnât speak to him, Kibum figured it was better to have nothing said in contrast to something horrible. He ate his lunch in silence, and the only time it really made him uncomfortable to sit there was when a few of the guys would seemingly glare into his soul, not budging until Kibum looked up from his lunch to halt them with a scowl.
âYouâre not going to make any friends if you donât make civilized conversation with them.â Amber had told him one day before school.
âDo I look like I want to be friends with them?â Kibum had retorted. Amber had shrugged casually, but both of them knew that the answer was a solid no.
Kibum felt a little guilty that heâd been invading Amberâs friend group every day despite his obvious dislike for them, but when he had told Amber that he was fine to sit alone, the tomboy had vehemently refused and practically pushed Kibum all the way to their sitting place at lunchtime. He found that despite their catch up on Tuesday, Kibum was missing Jonghyun more than ever, and theyâd only been separated for a measly two days. It wasnât as though he was desperate. Really, Kibum wasnât the clingy type of boyfriend. It was just that the idea of sitting in the company of someone who genuinely wanted you to be there really was quite pleasant.
But although the concept of being with Jonghyun at that moment was pleasant, it was awfully unrealistic, and so Kibum remained sitting with the group of loudly chattering boys and girls who, bar Amber, couldnât really give a crap about what he had pressing at his mind. It wasnât great. And it certainly wasnât very fun. But, Kibum concluded, it wasnât horrible.
This was getting ridiculous, Minho noted as he poked his head inside the dance room only to land upon Kibumâs lack of presence once again. Taemin, unsurprisingly, was still there, eating his lunch contentedly without an ounce of concern painting his face. âHey, Taem.â Minho greeted with a soft frown, slipping inside and taking a seat on the floor across from Taemin.
He unwrapped the foil around his sandwich, taking note of the fact that its sound was clearly distinguishable from the otherwise silent room. The two ate in silence for a few minutes, but as the ticking of the clock blared pressingly in Minhoâs ears, he found his mouth moving before he even had time to comprehend his thoughts. âWhereâs Kibum been lately?â he questioned curiously, mostly to himself. âIâm kind of worried about himâŠâ
Looking up from his container of rice, Taeminâs eyes were darker than usual, and Minho faltered in surprise. Licking his lips awkwardly, Minho cleared his throat before trying again. âDid something happen?â
Taemin scowled, and once again, astonishment and disbelief shrouded Minhoâs veins. The Taemin he knewâŠThe Taemin that heâd befriended was nothing like the boy sitting before him.
âWho cares about Kibum?â Taemin muttered, diverting his gaze back to his food before adding under his breath, âHeâs disgusting anyway.â
Minho blinked. âExcuse me?â
Lifting his eyes, Taemin repeated in a low tone. âI said,â he gritted out. âThat heâs disgusting anyway.â
Anger boiled in Minhoâs veins, furious at his best friendâs words. âYou donât mean that, Taemin. Whatâs gotten into you?â
âI meant every word. Common sense has gotten into me and nothing else.â His gaze locked on Minhoâs, but the older male didnât miss the way Taeminâs gaze flickered away from his. He couldnât keep eye contact.
Minho shook his head. âI canât believe you. You know what itâs like to be targeted because of peopleâs prejudice, and now youâre doing the exact same thing just because Kibum and Jonghyun are dating. Youâve talked to KibumâŠAnd youâve enjoyed talking to Kibum! So tell me, god damn it, whatâs gotten into you?â
âJust because Kibum and Jonghyun are datingâŠâ The words echoed in Taeminâs head, and instinctively his mouth dropped in surprise. Heâd known that Kibum had a crush on the older male, but the information about their newly established relationship came as a surprise to Taemin. Taeminâs voice stuttered, trying to form some kind of response, but Minho stood up and talked for him instead.
âKibum was there for you when you were cornered by those bullies, and now youâre bullying himâŠSeriously, it seems like Iâm the only one in this god damn school other than Amber who actually gives a shit about the kid! Even his own dadââ Minho paused suddenly, deciding that heâd said too much.
All the newly acquired information was swimming around Taeminâs head at such a fast pace, and with red cheeks he tried stuttering out an apology. He knew heâd said something wrongâŠHe knew he was wrong but somehow, the apology still wasnât genuine. âIâm sorryâŠâ
âSave it.â Minho spoke, shaking his head in disappointment as he made move to leave the room. âI hope, TaeminâŠThat youâll have come to your senses the next time we speak.â
And then he was gone, slamming the door shut behind him and leaving Taemin once again, alone in that white, white room. Taemin stared at the walls, a blank abyss that perfectly portrayed his numb mind. Kibum had been such a good friend. Heâd helped him when there was no one else there to help, heâd made Taemin laugh, heâd invited him to parties and yet stillâŠTaemin had discarded Kibum just like all of his first year peers had done to him. His eyes burnt and tears blurred his vision, but Taemin refused to let them fall.
âItâs fine.â He told himself. âIâm doing this because of Minho. Minho is more important than Kibum.â
Taemin paused with horrible realization sinking into his skin. Minho had left him. Just minutes ago, Minho had stormed out of that door with disgust shrouding his handsome features because of the things Taemin had done. In pursuit to keep his best (and possibly only) friend, Taemin had only pushed him further away. The first year felt physically ill.
âWhat am I going to do?â he mumbled softly to himself, clenching his fists so harshly that half-moon marks were left on the palms of his hands. âWhat am I going to do?â
Humming in contemplation, Kibumâs mother considered the two items in her grasp once again before placing one delicately back on the shelf and carelessly letting the other fall into her shopping basket. There were only three of them at home of course, but with her husband and her being out so often for work, the middle aged woman felt as though the cupboard needed to be fully stocked at all times in case her son felt peckish. But recently, she thought to herself, Kibum hadnât been home much at all to even eat all the food sheâd been buying. With a shrug, the mother kept the snacks in her basket nonetheless and continued down the aisle, pausing in her tracks once sheâd reached the other side.
Perhaps her eyes were fooling herâŠShe hadnât seen the boy much for herself anyway, butâ
It was fruitless to deny that the male standing a small distance away from Kibumâs mother was indeed Jonghyun. With a light frown adorning her aging features, the woman pulled up her sleeve to check the time on her watch, the creases around her brows increasing even more so at the presented 1:42pm. School hours were still running, and last time Kibumâs mother had checked, lunch time finished at 1:30pm. Her footsteps quickened towards her sonâs friend, waving slightly as his gaze met hers.
Panic seemed to illuminate his eyes for a mere millisecond before they returned to their previously neutral state, and with what seemed like a forced grin, he waved shyly back. âHi, Mrs Kim!â he greeted politely, sheepishly scratching the back of his neck.
âHi, Jonghyun.â she responded with a nod of the head, briefly taking note of the woman by Jonghyunâs side. Her stare returned to Jonghyun and paused, allowing her head to tilt in confusion. âIf you donât mind me asking, dearâŠWhy arenât you at school? Are you ill?â
The woman beside Jonghyun looked terribly lost now, looking from Jonghyun to Kibumâs mom in an attempt to figure out the scene before her. Jonghyun opened his mouth marginally to respond, however was halted as the woman interrupted him, light humour lacing her voice. âSchool?â she snorted. âI know he looks pretty young, maâam, but Jonghyun here is twenty one.â
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