#jongkey fic

Minho mutes the television and readjusts his body so he can face the entrance to the living room, the space in which Kibum is occupying by pacing in little frantic circles. Minho tilts his head and pops a couple of chips in his mouth from the nearby bag lying on the same couch.

“What’s the matter with you? Is my soccer bugging you that much?” Minho teases.

Kibum gives him a warning look that practically says, Try that again I dare you. Minho raises his eyebrows and bites the inside of his mouth in a demeanor that means he’s sorry but that he’s mostly offended by Kibum’s angry glare. The paper in Kibum’s fist cracks and crinkles between his fingers and for once, he’s not worried that he’ll ruin what looks like important information.

“I got the letter, Minho,” Kibum says quietly. Minho’s blank expression indicates that he doesn’t get it. “The letter. The acceptance letter. For that school-”

“The one in London?” Minho asks, interjecting Kibum’s attempt at refreshing his memory. Kibum nods slowly. “What’s the big deal about that? I thought you’d be a little more excited. You know, since you were so whipped to send your admission.”

Kibum doesn’t reply right away and something uneasy settles in Minho’s stomach. “This doesn’t have to do with Jonghyun, right?”

“That’s hyung to you, Minho.” Said person extends his hands in a way that gestures for Kibum to continue. There is more lying on the tip of his tongue that is ready to be said, yet it holds back. It’s like the gate that releases Kibum’s words has suddenly locked everything up.

“Does it have to do with Jonghyun hyung? Honestly.”

Kibum nods his head.

Minho rolls his eyes. “So what then? You told him you applied for this school and he looked pretty damn excited for you, unless he was lying or whatever. So why do you look like Taemin when he accidentally ingested glow stick juice?”

“I didn’t think I’d actually get in!” Kibum stresses. He rubs his eyes with the palms of his hands, the wrinkled paper still tightly held in between.

“Then why did you apply in the first place?” Minho retorts, stressing his sentence just like Kibum’s, only with more frustration weaved in his.

Kibum exhales shakily. “Jonghyun encouraged me to and I really wanted to do it but the chances of me getting in was like a billion to one. Out of all the people they could have chosen, they chose me! And of course, Jonghyun just texted me yesterday and told me he’s working on a new comeback, so what kind of jerk boyfriend would I be if I didn’t stay and support him?”

Minho, although trying to hide his annoyance with no success, wants to say a million things to Kibum, most of which include encouraging swear words. He tries a different approach. “I don’t want this to turn into some soap opera where you stay back from a once in a blue moon opportunity because you’re worried about Jonghyun hyung. You guys love each other. Distance shouldn’t be a problem at all.”

“But have you seen long distance relationships? They never end-”

Kibum is once again cut off when the front door is kicked open, the person behind such act whistling a tune like he’s playing an instrument. “Hey Kib.” Kibum smiles weakly as Jonghyun practically runs like a puppy to his boyfriend, pulling him into a back hug and pressing his cheek against his back. “What have you been up to?”

Minho frantically but discreetly mouths something along the lines of, “Just tell him already or I will!” Kibum waves at him to stop, gritting his teeth, and then signals for Jonghyun to release him so he can turn around.

“I got a letter back. They accepted me.”

Jonghyun’s face flashes from confusion to elation to brief sadness all in the span of two seconds. He smiles warmly, though it’s evident that there is still some pain in his eyes. “That’s amazing, Love. When are you leaving? I need to let the manager know so I can get a day off and help you pack.” He speaks with kindness in his voice and wishfulness in his eyes.

“But you just started comeback preparations,” Kibum whispers. “By the time you start promoting, I’ll be halfway across the world. How could I do that to you?”

“This is an opportunity that only comes around as often as Taemin doing the dishes without being told to. Don’t worry about me and don’t even think about staying back because you think I need you. Remember that song I wrote last year? Love has no borders? Well, that’s gonna apply to us for a while, but I wouldn’t give it up for the world. If this is what you love and this is what you want to do, you’re doing it. Because nothing makes me happier than seeing you with a grand ol’ smile on your face, okay?”

Damn it, Kibum thinks to himself. He can feel his vision blurring with hot tears and before he knows it, he’s pulling Jonghyun into the tightest hug ever. “Thank you…” he manages.

“But,” Jonghyun continues, “If you’re going to leave, I need you to do one last thing for me. It’s small and it may not seem like a big deal but I don’t know when I’ll be seeing you after promotions start and you actually do your school thingie.”

“Of course, of course. I’ll do anything.”

“Leave your last night here open and free.”

Kibum obeys. The day before he’s supposed to leave, bags all packed, travel tickets laid out, heart bouncing from his throat to his stomach, Kibum leaves for Jonghyun’s house. According to Minho, he kicked his mom and sister out for the night and Kibum gets a strange feeling. Nonetheless, he puts on his favorite clothes (the fancy suit from a company dinner that Jonghyun told him to wear) and drives with shaky hands to his destination.

When he goes inside, his heart swells with so much love that there isn’t anymore room for it to skyrocket to his throat and pitfall back down to his stomach. The living room, the main room of the house, looks like a scene straight from a Korean drama. Candles. Lots of candles. Jonghyun’s leaning against the wall directly across from the front door, bouncing the heel of his left foot on top of his right foot. His hands are tucked behind his back and he’s smiling.

“Oh my god, you’re not gonna…”

Jonghyun laughs and it sounds like honey in Kibum’s ears. “No, oh God no. Not yet.” He pauses. “Remember when we first met? At that wedding? And you were dancing so prettily that I had to go over and ask you out before the night ended?”

Kibum is starting to see where this is going but he doesn’t say anything.

“Well, I kind of want to do that again. One last time. One last dance.”

"How was class?" Jonghyun asked when he felt arms wrap around his waist and the soft, reassuring weight of Kibum's head on his shoulder.

"It was fine. The lecture was interesting, but I could've done without having to walk home in the rain." Kibum sighed contently, feeling the warmth of Jonghyun's body seep into his.

"You feel dry?" Jonghyun said as he poured the milk over the cereal, making sure to put a little extra in Kibum's bowl because he liked his cereal soggy for some odd reason.

"I wore my raincoat and remembered to grab an umbrella before I left, but I somehow forgot that Converse are not waterproof."

Jonghyun chuckled at him, turning within the confines of Kibum's arms to face him. "Did you forget, or did you not want to wear the cute rubber duck rain boots I got you?"

"I really forgot, but I'd rather walk all around campus with wet socks than wear those monstrosities." Kibum said, wrinkling his nose in disgust.

"You're ridiculous, Kibum." Jonghyun mumbled these words against his lips, making sure that he was still far enough from them to have Kibum lean forward to kiss him.

One, two, three small kisses. Jonghyun was trying for a fourth one when Kibum reminded him of the cereal sitting on the counter behind him. "I definitely don't mind these kisses, but I think your cereal might be getting soggy."

Jonghyun managed to steal a fourth kiss before Kibum got the bowls from behind him and headed to the living room.

They sat next to each other on their couch, browsing through channels on the TV as they ate their breakfast.

"Okay, that's ridiculous. There's no way that anyone would realistically think kissing in the rain is a good idea or even remotely romantic." Kibum mutters as he flicks past a scene of a couple kissing in the rain.

Jonghyun shrugs and turns to Kibum with a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "It probably isn't ideal, but I don't think it would be terrible. Kissing you could never not be good, in the rain or otherwise."

"You're such a sap, Jjong." Kibum laughs at him a little bit, continuing to smile at him fondly after his laughter dies down.

Jonghyun abruptly stands up from the couch, grabbing Kibum's hand as he does so. "C'mon, we're gonna go see how not bad it is to kiss in the rain."

"Jjong you can't be serious! It's cold, we'll get sick!" Kibum protests as he gets pulled to the sliding glass doors that lead to the yard on the side of their living room.

"We can take a nice warm bath when we get back inside," he responds with mischief in his voice.

Once outside, they're immediately drenched. Large water droplets cling to the ends of their hair, and the loud pitter-patter of raindrops on their plants compose a melody around them.

Jonghyun lets go of his hand once in the middle of their yard, opting to cradle Kibum's face in his palms. He presses their foreheads together, feeling completely at ease despite the cold seeping through his clothes. Kibum no longer looks frustrated, and there is only a look of fondness on his face.

Jonghyun begins with a small chasté peck on his lips, seemingly intending to start off slow. Kibum returns the sweet kiss he was given, and then, after a couple more similar kisses, Jonghyun tilts his head a little to the side and kisses him with more fervor. Kibum returns as much as he gets, kissing back eagerly, and then stepping even closer to Jonghyun, making sure their chests are flush together.

“Make sure you get around the edges over there! The hibiscus bushes are always dropping shit into that corner,” Key calls, watching the pool person, Jonghyun, work over the rim of his glass of white peach sangria. Jonghyun nods in response, smiling as they stretch and strain to catch little leaves and flower petals in the pool skimmer, their back and arm muscles flexing.

“Orange really suits them,” Minho says, and openly stares at the tiny, sherbet orange swim trunks squeezing Jonghyun’s tanned, toned thighs.

“Mmm,” Key agrees. He and his boyfriend have spent countless summer afternoons reclining in lounge chairs, sipping fruity cocktails, ogling the sexiest pool person money could buy. Luckily, Jonghyun doesn’t seem to mind their obsessive staring and lustful commentary; they’re content to take their time doing relatively easy work, mostly getting paid to look hot.

“I’m gonna go get them a drink.”

“Good idea. They’re probably thirsty, and if we’re lucky, they’ll spill some on their chest like yesterday, when they were wearing that cute purple bikini,” Key smirks.

Minho gets up, wiggles his eyebrows at Key, and heads to their outdoor bar. Key takes a break from observing Jonghyun to watch Minho masterfully shake and pour and stir various things to fix up a strawberry mojito, his muscular arms and chest on full display, his hair still dripping from their earlier swim. Summer isn’t summer unless there’s at least two partially naked people parading around Key’s mansion.

“Do you want a drink, Jonggie? Minho made your favorite,” Key waves them over.

“Sure! One sec. I need to cool off first.” They set the pool skimmer to the side, dive into the nearly clean pool, and emerge looking like a goddamn model. They flip their hair back, sending water droplets flying, their mouth open and face glistening. Key gasps.

“They know exactly what they’re doing,” Minho snorts, appearing out of nowhere, before padding over to the pool. Key quickly follows, joining Minho in sitting on the edge and dangling his legs into the cool water. Jonghyun paddles towards them, and accepts their drink with a beaming smile.

“Thank you!” they giggle, fully aware that Minho is gaping at the way their arms look folded over, supporting their weight between the two.

Key looks down at his turquoise toenails swishing in the water, and asks, “So... do you have any plans for this weekend?” He can practically feel Minho raising his eyebrows at him. They hadn’t discussed letting Jonghyun any farther into their personal lives, but it was bound to happen at some point, considering how absolutely enamored they were with the pool person.

“No, not much. My puppy has a grooming appointment and I’ve got to pick up some new strings for my guitar, but other than that...” Jonghyun trails off expectantly, swirling their drink around with the little pink and white straw.

“Well, we’re having a barbeque on Saturday, and if you’re not busy, we’d love to have you here,” Key smiles, imagining both Jonghyun and Minho at his side, dressed in tight floral swim trunks, shoveling fancy ice cream into their mouths and laughing at his snobby guests. The whole neighborhood would hate him.

“There are going to be tons of people, so you could even bring friends, if you want,” Minho chimes in with a wink, “As long as they’re as cute as you, of course.”

“Okay,” Jonghyun giggles again, covering their mouth with a hand, “Sounds fun!”

“Great!” Minho slips into the water, staying under for a moment before bobbing back up to spit a stream of water at Key.

“You got my hair wet, asshole,” Key screeches, splashing Minho with one of his feet. Jonghyun laughs, really laughs in comparison to their usual adorable giggles, and joins in on attacking Minho. The two splash and dunk each other in his enormous, Italian tiled pool, their bronzed skin sparkling, arms flexing, voices raised. Key grins. He must be the luckiest, richest, gayest boy in the world.

“What are you smiling about?” Minho asks after sending a particularly large wave of water over Jonghyun.

“This,” he replies, quickly standing up to cannonball into the pool, completely soaking the others.