#jongdae drabble

The glass door behind you opens with a gentle push and it seems you spoke too soon. Turning around at the sudden realization of company, you’re faced with Jongdae in the beige knitted sweater you remember gifting him last Christmas and a timid smile on his face. Unusual for him considering the many years you’ve been friends. From outside, you can still hear the conversation and laughter from inside albeit a bit muffled by the closed balcony door and you feel yourself longing for the warmth again. 

“Out to get some fresh air?” You ask Jongdae as he takes his place beside you.

Jongdae gives a hum a ‘yes’ in confirmation but looks at you with concern lacing his eyes as you rub your hands over your bare arms in an attempt to heat up just a little. 

“Are you cold?” He asks concerned and at the quick nod of your head he inches closer in hopes of radiating some of his body heat onto you. At his close proximity you feel yourself itching to put your hand over the one he has resting at the railing but decide against it, not sure if you could pass it off as just a friendly gesture. Probably not. 

The two of you haven’t had a chance to truly catch up since the two of you arrived to the party hours ago. Jongdae too occupied with catching up with Minseok who had finally gotten a break from his military enlistment while you opted for the company of Junmyeon and Joohyun. It feels nice catching up and Jongdae tells you of his latest project, one with a new producer called Chanyeol who recently started up his own studio. It’s all fun and passion for now but you can tell he’s proud and you fall in love with him just a little bit more.

Falling in love with Kim Jongdae was a slow process of noticing your heart racing with every harmless touch and cheeks flushing whenever you got caught staring too long after years of knowing each other. Even now, his hand finds a comfortable place on top of yours as you both stay in silence. His fingers graze lightly over yours and a shiver runs down your spine, making your body shiver.

“Maybe we should head inside, it’s getting cold,” you tell him in an attempt to play off your shiver as a side effect of the cold winter night. 

“Yeah. They’re probably wondering where we disappeared to,” Jongdae agrees and holds the door open for you to walk inside.

The warmth of Junmyeon’s apartment is a lot less suffocating this time around as you walk into the living room area where your friends are all huddled up on the couch, floor and chairs brought in from the kitchen. You stop to observe them by the door frame and notice Jongdae doing the same, trying to play it cool as he lazily rests his arm upon your shoulder.

“Yah! Where did you two run off to?” Yells a slightly tipsy Minseok from his place on the couch and beside him, Joohyun rolls her eyes and elbows him lightly.

“Let the love birds be, Minseok, don’t tease them too much or they’ll never confess,” she chastises.

On the floor Junmyeon speaks up. “I don’t think we’ll have to wait too long for that.”

With eyebrows drawn together in confusion you ask what the hell he’s talking about and Jongdae looks just as lost as you.

“Look up,” is all Junmyeon says and the room erupts in dramatic gasps and not at all discreet giggles as realization dawns upon both you and Jongdae at the sight of a small bundle of mistletoe hanging above your heads. 

Panicked, you turn to Jongdae who looks calm aside from the sheepish smile on his face and the silence taking place after your friends calm down is almost more deafening than their loud cheering. Your eyes fall on Jongdae’s lips and in a split second everything melts away as his soft lips are locked with yours in a chaste kiss. He pulls away and you let your forehead rest against his, noses bumping as you lean in for a second time and your group of friends once again let out various cries of joy, “ooh’s” and “aah’s” when Jongdae pulls you closer by your waist. 

The television was a blur as you let the evening wash over you. Work had you tired and all you wanted to do was lay on your couch, relax and just watch whatever shitty sitcom that was playing on tv. 

But your pet had other plans.

“God your lips would look so pretty wrapped around my hard cock right now.” Jongdae whined the words from the other end of the couch, his lips curled back into a smirk as he palmed himself through his boxers. 

Usually Jongdae wouldn’t be so risky as to say something so dirty to his owner without permission, but as he was nearing his rut, he let his dick get past his better judgement. 

“Jongdae,” Your tone was firm as you looked over to him, “You know better than to say something like that.”

His tongue darted out to moisten his lips, a moan falling off the rosy skin as his ears twitched gently from the pleasure he was giving himself. 

“I-I know, Mistress, but-”

“No buts, Jongdae.” Your words were laced with dominance, your gaze steely as you looked over to him still palming himself, “Take your hands off yourself before I get the ties.”

Jongdae smirked, his eyes alight with a defiance you rarely saw in them, “And what if I want you to get the ties, Mistress?” His ears twitched as he let out a rather loud moan, his hand pushing down his boxers and leaving him fully hard and exposed in front of you. 

Your patience was wearing thin, you were in no mood for Jongdae to push his place as your pet nor were you in the mood to be light with your punishments.

“Pet, you’re pushing it,” You stood up as you spoke, walking the short distance to where he sat spread out on the couch, “I’m in no mood to take your shit.” 

Jongdae growled in response, his eyes watching you intently as you moved to straddle his bare lap, “I just want you, Mistress,” His voice was a whine, one that hit you deep in the sudden arousal you started to feel watching him desperate and needy, “Please, please, let me cum.”

You grabbed his hand, guiding his fingers underneath your tight pencil skirt to slice the thin fabric of your panties with his claws. Jongdae inhaled sharply, his eyes clouded with lust and arousal as he watched the cotton fall down your thighs and onto his lap. Though his eyes went straight for the wet patch adorning the crotch of the fabric, his lips curling back into a smirk as he realised you were getting off on it as much as he was.

Jongdae’s hands smoothed up your thighs, pushing the pencil skirt further up your legs until he had a tight grip on your hips. His hair was soft in your fingers as you tangled the strands between them, tugging slightly on the roots to remind him just who was in control.

But Jongdae wasn’t in the mood to listen. 

He brought your hips down, enough for him to be able to rub the head of his dick along your slick entrance. You almost moaned at the sensation, the head catching against your clit in a pleasurable sensation that left your body gripped with apprehension of his entrance.

“You like that, don’t you, Mistress?” Jongdae growled low in his throat, positioning your hips over his hardened cock, “Please just let me take the lead,” His voice was more whiny as he brought his lips to brush against the shell of your ear, “I want to please you for once.” 

“No,” You let yourself sink onto his dick, watching the way he choked a moan at the tightness of your walls around his cock, “You’re my pet.” 

“M-Mistress, please,” Jongdae choked the nickname out, trying desperately to regain control as you rocked your hips hard and fast against his. 

“No, pet,” You growled, relishing in the way he whined his moans, how his head was thrown back and his skin was sweaty and begging to be covered in your marks, “You’re gonna look into my pretty eyes when you cum, yeah?” 

All of your friends— fellow princesses from neighboring kingdoms— tired of telling you about their families’ disastrous attempts at matchmaking. Yes, you listened to their concerns and sympathized with them, but they knew you couldn’t relate to them because you were deeply in love with your betrothed. 

Because he was the first son of the nearest kingdom, Jongdae was introduced to you at a very young age. It was decided shortly after your birth that you would be wed— and you had both been aware of that for most of your lives. 

Maybe you would have devoted some of your adolescent rage to opposing the marriage had Jongdae not been a human embodiment of perfection. His every action proved an unwavering love for you: from leaving heartfelt notes in your favorite books; to embracing every opportunity to press soft kisses to the back of your hand; to proudly escorting you around his palace. 

Aware of your desire to see the world, he often helped you climb to the top of the palace gates, where you could sit together and look out at the scenery. 

“C’mon, Y/N.” He smiled as he tugged you into the space next to him atop the sturdy wall for the first time. “Is it as beautiful as you imagined?”

All you could say as you leaned against him, afraid to fall from that height, was, “Your kingdom is really beautiful. I think it’s prettier than mine.”

If anyone asked you you’d tell them that you loved your boyfriend from the bottom of your heart. That your love for him grew each and every day to the point where you were certain that it was unhealthy. All of this was true, except for one omittance. Jongdae could not cook.

That wasn’t to say that he didn’t give it a red hot go from time to time but after the lemon chicken incident of 2015, the attempt at a birthday cake in 2017 and the countless times he’d tried to surprise you with breakfast in bed (burnt toast, chewy eggs, undercooked tomato and far too much salt) you’d refused to let him anywhere near the kitchen if you were capable to going in there yourself.

“It’s not fair for you to do all of the cooking jagi.” he’d whined last time you kicked him out of the kitchen in your apartment.

“I don’t do all of the cooking, I let you grill meat and make rice.” You’d responded while suppressing a laugh.

“Aish…” He’d mumbled as he walked off towards the couch.

The funny thing was that he could cook perfectly if it was over an open flame in the outdoors but as soon as you put him inside, atrocities happened in the poor kitchen.

***

Work had been beyond busy for you. Ever since opening the small bakery a few months ago you and your team had been inundated with orders for pastries, cakes, muffins and breads. You’d opened it in the shopfront downstairs with your apartment residing above. It made it a lot easier on you when you had to get up before sunrise to start baking bread and it meant that your apartment always smelt delicious.

You’d expected to open and have a relatively quiet first few months until word of mouth got around town and more people came in but for some reason the universe decided to whittle that quiet period down to the first week and then increase exponentially from then onwards.

So it came as a surprise for you when you came back from a delivery after closing up one afternoon to find Jongdae in the kitchen of the bakery. Your heart skipped a beat as your anxiety set in. What was he doing? Had he broken any of the expensive equipment? What was that smell? He looked up as you entered the kitchen and grinned. You ran your eyes over him as you searched for any sign of injury. He appeared to have all of his fingers intact and nothing appeared to be burning but this did nothing to ease your nerves. “Babe,” you started. “What are you doing?”

His smile widened. “I found something I wanted to make but our oven isn’t big enough so i came down here to use the bigger one.”

“Babe…”

“Before you tell me ‘I love you from the bottom of my heart but I don’t trust your cooking. Stay out of my kitchen.’ can you please hear me out?”

You took a moment to glance at the oven, noting that it didn’t have smoke pouring out of it and nothing smelled like it was burning. Taking a deep breath you turned your attention back to Jongdae. “I’ll try.”

He stepped forward and took your fidgeting hands in his, rubbing his thumbs over the back of your palms as he tried to ease your nerves. “I think I found something I can make. I made it too big which is why I needed this oven but I think it’s going well so far.” He explained.

“What are you making?”

“I want you to guess. What can you smell?”

You sniffed the air and pushed away the normal scents of the bakery. “Hmm melting cheese? Tomato? and some form of dough?”

He nodded vigorously. “Guess!”

“Wait. Babe are you making pizza?” You couldn’t help but smile at how pleased he looked with himself. He’d cooked food and it actually smelled how it was supposed to. That never happened indoors. “And you promise you made it? You didn’t just buy it and throw it in our oven to reheat?”

He scoffed. “The mess upstairs should shed light on the truth.”

You groaned at the thought of your little kitchen covered in flour and dough, flecks of tomato paste on the splashback and cheese littered all over the bench tops and floor. As you did an internal calculation of how long it would take you to clean up both kitchens a little alarm went off on his phone. “It’s done! PIZZA!” He yelled.

You refused to let him get it out of the oven, reminding him of the times he’d burned his hands or dropped the pan because it was too hot, so you grabbed the oven mits and removed the pizza from the oven.

It looked and smelled amazing, so amazing that it had you salivating. “This actually looks good.”

Jongdae pretended to be offended as he stood behind you, pulling you into a hug after you placed the tray down. He nuzzled your neck as he spoke. “I don’t like that you cook all day then have to come home and cook for me too. I want to get better so I can cook at least three nights per week for us.”

~

you let out a sign, placing the cream colored folder on your desk. Subject 61 had been acting out again, as usual, and while he was your responsibility, you had another subject you had to attend to. with 61 sedated and safe, you decided you would type up your report on the matter another time.

instead, you made your way out of the small office space, and began your walk towards subject 21′s cell. you keep your head down as you continue, the harsh words from your encounter with Dr. X. playing in your head.

you understood that life can be difficult, but you were simply trying to be professional. they had no reason to be so harsh with you. you tried to brush off the encounter, instead scanning your name tag and unlocking the first room of subject 21′s cell.

he had to be kept in a two part area. the first was a viewing room, with a one way mirror. the second was of course his actual cell. you took a moment to rummage around with the medical supplies in the first room. 

Subject 21′s vitals, and other things were extremely hard to monitor, due to his gifts with controlling electricity. because of this, things like measuring his blood pressure, head rate, and temperature had to be done the old fashioned way. 

with your supplies, you headed into his cell.

“morning doc.” Subject 21 greeted you, a playful smile on his face. 

“hello.” you greeted him with a fake cheerfulness. of course, this didn’t fool him, but he made no comment. the rubberized floor of his cell bounced slightly as you walked to him, taking his arm and beginning to take his blood pressure. 

you were careful of course, prodical with subject 21, was that he was to have no skin to skin contact with anyone. 

the reason for this? well, you’d heard whispers from other staff, about how he turned his last doctor into a puppet. the running theory was he seduced him and manipulated him. you however, don’t think it’s that simple. your superiors had praised you for successfully proving subject 21′s abilities with electricity, including the ability to manipulate electrical pulses in the bodies, and brains of his victims. 

you had mostly been testing him on small animals, but the glove policy with handling him had been implemented after you saw that he was unable to manipulate bigger specimens without touching them. 

most didn’t believe he could control an actual person, but you thought better. many of the staff saw the subjects as, stupid, to put it bluntly. and your reputation was cemented after being asigned subject 61, who was commonly believed to be little more then an animal capable of basic speach. however, you shocked your peers when your superiors assigned you subject 21.

truth be told, you were more than happy with being assigned your two subjects. they each offered you a unique problem to be solved. 

Subject 21 quirked a brow at you as you wrote the last of your notes, removing the thermometer from his mouth. 

“what’s the schedule for today doc?” he leaned forward, flashing you a mischievous grin. 

“well, a rather simply q&a session, and since i’ll have to do a report on 61, you may have the rest of the day for rec.” you responded, pulling out your notepad. “is it alright if you go straight into the q&a?”

“sure doc.” he grins, relaxing back on his cot and making himself comfortable.

~

you began you treck back to your desk after finishing your interview with subject 21. your intuition told you he was becoming more comfortable with you as his doctor, but with his past of manipulation, you tried not to dwell on the idea. 

you tried very, very hard not to dwell on subject 21′s personality. he was incredibly intelligent, could articulate himself well, and was very intuitive. you sometimes worried, that as you studied him, he studied you. and that was the reason for his relaxing around you. it would be very, very dangerous for him to understand you as well as you understood him.

his casual use of calling you “doc” had begun to stick out. it was protocol that none of the doctors give out their names, instead with a random letter being assigned to them. but with 21 offering you the nickname, it was some evidence of his familiarity with you. 

the way he answered your questions, was also evidence of this. cool and relaxed, lazy smile on his lips. he watched you closely as you would jot down notes for his answers. eyes moving from your hands writing, to your eyes as you spoke, to your frame moving to adjust your clothing or you push back some stray hair. 

Subject 21 was your mystery. a race, to see if you could solve him, before he solved you. 

~

luck was on your side, as on your way back you crossed paths with Doctor B. you quickened your pace to catch up with the young man. 

“excuse me!” you called, he halted and turned, offering you a smile when he saw you. 

“afternoon, Dr. C.” he politely greeted you, waiting for you to catch up. 

“hello, do you have a moment? Dr. X. and i were curious if you had any notes regarding Subject 04′s involvement in the scuffle between Subject 99 and Subject 61?” your words were rushed as you caught your breath. 

“04′s involvement? he was a witness, i can get his testimony on the matter if you’d like.” Dr. B. looked a little surprised by your interest in his subject. 

“he had no interaction regarding the dispute?” you were taken aback by this. 04 was the only other subject present when the argument between 61 and 99 happened, the one the landed 99 in the hospital wing. 

“the reports sayed 99 was injured by resisting restraints, do you think something more could have happened?” Dr. B. wondered. you were not pleased by how he looked at you, as though you were simply making up unlikely stories. 

“i think both Doctor X. and i would greatly appreciate you interviewing 04 about what happened. at least for an eyewitness account.” you tried to speak as diplomatically as possible. you really hated, how all of the other doctors in the facility liked to look down on you. 

true, you were the greenest doctor, and most looked down their nose since you had ‘gotten the short straw’ by being assigned subject 61. you had only been working for L.U.C.K.Y. for less then a year, being hired right out of med school.

but those facts didn’t mean they had to speak to you as though you were incompitent and your requests ridiculous. 

“then i will question him about the incident and get copies to both you and Doctor X.” Dr. B. dismissed with a polite smile.

All the members started giggling giddily to each other and you rolled your eyes, nodding at your manager to let him in. It was always like that – your members becoming fangirls whenever your brother came to see you. And if he happened to bring one of his members with him, the girls wouldn’t talk about anything else all day. You couldn’t really see the hype, but Jongdae was your brother after all and you had been around his members since you were young. Back then you were actually dreaming of becoming an actress and had been in a couple of dramas, but after seeing your brother on stage, your dreams changed.

  “Hi~” Jongdae greeted as he walked in, a big smile on his face though he looked as tired as you felt.

All of the girls greeted him back almost in perfect unison, voices a little higher pitched than normal and shy smiles on their faces. Once he was actually around, they all became really timid and you thought it was quite cute that your dumb big brother had this effect on the girls you had come to think of as your best friends.

  “Oppa, what are you doing here?” you asked as you went to give him a hug. “Shouldn’t you be working as well?”

  “They finally let us go for the night,” Jongdae smiled, then held up the plastic bag he had been carrying, swinging it teasingly. “So I thought I’d come by and see how you all were doing. I brought refreshments. The snacks are healthy, I promise. It’s what we’re allowed to eat when on diet. Thought you could all use some.”

Even you let out a little ‘aww’ along with your members. Ever since you had decided to enter the same idol world as your brother, he had always looked out for you, because he knew firsthand how brutal of a world it was. Without him, you weren’t sure you would have ever made it this far.

Your instructor tried to look stern for exactly 5 seconds, but with your whole group and Jongdae giving her your best puppy eyes, she caved and let you go for the night.