#kat post.

Jonghyun was a home-body. He never got the travel bug like most young people, never really saw the point in visiting a thousand other places in the world when he was perfectly happy at home in Korea. With that in mind, he blamed it on being too nice that he agreed to come with his best friend to London for some soccer game he didn't really care about. Neither of them spoke English beyond greetings and asking where to find the restroom, so it was a horrible idea for them to brave England of all places, but Minho insisted, and Jonghyun couldn't say no to him. Minho was an aegyo god when it counted. So, he tried to make the best of it by staying put in their hotel room as long as he possibly could, only coming down the daunting elevator--god, there were so many people speaking English around him it made his head hurt--for breakfast in the morning. He left Minho to sleep in their room, because Minho was impossible to wake up, and he didn't want to deal with his grumpy morning attitude for the rest of the day. He was alone in the dining room--thank god it was buffet style and he didn't have to order anything in English--with only his plate for company. He didn't recognize any of the food, really, so he resigned to get a bit of everything and then shuffle away to an empty table. Paranoid glances around him showed that no one noticed him, that they didn't find him too out of the ordinary with his piled-high plate and slightly-pained expression. Halfway down his plate, Jonghyun heard something that caught his attention fast enough for him to whip his head up and drop his fork on the ground. Someone nearby was speaking Korean, and it wasn't Minho. After a quick search, he saw the person who he heard speaking his language: a man, two tables over, bleach-blond hair, slanted eyes, high cheekbones--generally very good-looking--, wearing really odd clothes. He was sitting alone with just a mug of what Jonghyun assumed to be coffee, talking on the phone very animatedly in the language Jonghyun actually /understood/. He was talking about something shopping-related; Jonghyun tried not to listen too attentively, because it was one thing to be excited, but another to be a creep. But hey, he was breaching a level of creepiness anyway when he saw the blond get off the phone and promptly stood up to go to his table. "Hi," he said, in Korean, when he sat down. He hoped this wasn't too weird. Judging by the blond's expression, it probably was. "Hi?" Jonghyun smiled to try to show that he wasn't intimidating. And then he got immediately self-conscious of there being food in his teeth. "I uh... I just heard you talking in Korean and I thought maybe I would come by and say... hi." It all seemed so much better planned in his head. The blond's brows rose haughtily. "You heard me talking, so you thought it would be okay for you to come sit with me like it's a public cafeteria?" Jonghyun's lips fell into a guilty frown. "Yeah?" The blond's mouth quirked into a small smile, and he pushed his phone aside so he could rest his elbows on the table. "What's your name?" Jonghyun lit up and grinned, infinitely relieved that this guy wasn't as unfriendly as he seemed. He got a bit tongue-tied trying to say his name when the blond smiled at him, but hey, at least he got it out in the end. And the blond--Kibum, he learned--didn't try to make an excuse to escape or end their conversation at all until Minho came down and had to physically drag Jonghyun back up to their room. (Not before Jonghyun got Kibum's phone number, though.) ___

a/n - last fic I post all year and it's this nonsense. what even. XD

but yiss I AM OFFICIALLY FINISHED WITH THE 30 DAY DRABBLES

WHO WANTS TO THROW CONFETTI WITH ME??? WHOOOOOOO!!!

man 30 fics is a lot of fics I'm never doing this shit again lol XP but between christmas and me having the plague for a week, I'm pretty proud that I got them done. a day late, but whatever man. whatever.

thank you for everyone who read all of these c: or some of them. or even just one of them. I appreciate it so much c': also thank you for everyone who followed this blog along the way ^^ we're two followers away from 200 and I think that is literally insane like how am I even supposed to wrap my head around that??? ;w;

but again, thank you thank you thank you so much <3<3

Jonghyun rolled over, cracked open his eyes, and sighed. He was used to Kibum getting up earlier than him--the younger was so restless in the mornings, which Jonghyun would never understand--, but he thought that maybe things would be different when they were relaxing on a summer vacation. Here, in the nice hotel on Jeju Island, balcony overlooking the sea, they didn't have housework to take care of, or any pressing work matters to attend to. They were here to take time off together, to unwind for once and not live their hectic lives, the dancer's schedule and the singer's schedule forgotten for the week. But no, Kibum still got up in the morning before Jonghyun did, because something rooted in the fiber of his being didn't allow him to have a lie-in for once. He probably went and found a feather duster under the cabinet and was dusting the shelves or something, as if they didn't have maids for that. Jonghyun smiled at the thought and rolled over. A quick stretch, and then he slid out of bed. He found his pajama pants right beside the bed (discarded the night before, of course, because what would a vacation be without making love, dragging out every second because they had no obligations to be up early in the morning, leaving all the marks they wanted because they didn't have to keep up appearances for a week), but gave up the search for his shirt when it didn't show up in his immediate line of sight. He was sure Kibum wouldn't mind, anyway. After a trip to the bathroom to brush his teeth--morning breath was definitely not on his list of favorite things in the world--, he padded through the room's sitting area. It was then that he got a whiff of the air and found that, typical, Kibum was cooking breakfast. He stood in the kitchenette's doorway, arms crossed over his chest, amused smile on his lips. "Good morning." Kibum turned back with wide eyes, as if he didn't expect Jonghyun to catch him cooking. His hair was still mussed from sleep, lips redder than normal. He smiled at him, almost nervously. Jonghyun walked around to the stove, because the setup of the space kept him from seeing Kibum properly. He didn't have much luck walking, however, when he caught sight of what Kibum was wearing. Or rather, wasn't wearing. Jonghyun solved the mystery of his missing shirt at least, because it was the only thing Kibum was wearing, pale skin of his smooth, bare legs making Jonghyun's heart pound. His and Kibum's size difference wasn't that big--Kibum was taller, but Jonghyun wore bigger clothes because his torso was thicker--, so the shirt didn't cover much, hem reaching the tops of his thighs, sleeves falling down near his elbows. What it was covering, however, wasn't nearly as important as what it wasn't covering. Jonghyun's throat was stuck. His boyfriend was usually the modest one, the one clothed head-to-toe in pajamas in the mornings after he showered. So it went without saying that Jonghyun wasn't used to seeing him so... scantily-clad. "H-hey," he stuttered, and it was really unnecessary because he'd already greeted Kibum when he walked in. Now he was just giving himself away. Kibum glanced over at him with a half-smile, pushing around something unidentifiable but very delicious-smelling in the skillet with a spatula. "Hi. How'd you sleep?" "Fine." He forced himself not to openly gawk at Kibum's legs. "You?" "Very well. The bed is really soft." His smile grew. "Key, are you even wearing--" underwear? Kibum reached above his head to turn on the light on the stove, rising to his tiptoes, and Jonghyun's question was answered. He choked on air. "Key, what are you--" he broke off, voice too weak to sustain the question. Had he not been so shell-shocked, he would have been incredibly turned on by his scarcely-dressed boyfriend. "I'm on vacation," he said resolutely, bordering on stubbornly, stirring the contents of the skillet again. "I don't have to wear underwear if I don't want to." "Are you trying to give me a heart attack?" Kibum turned to him and laughed. He ran a hand through his hair, ruffling the back to calm himself down. The unexpected role-reversal was stressing him out. And he couldn't stop himself from staring at his boyfriend's legs, especially after he was on his tiptoes and it made it so much more obvious how well-toned he was. "You're the one who makes a habit of being half-naked all the time. You can't say much, Jonghyun." He quirked a brow towards him. Jonghyun let out a strangled sound that was supposed to be a response, but crashed and burned halfway up his throat. Kibum laughed again, eyes squeezing shut for a second. Of course he was enjoying this, Jonghyun thought miserably. Apparently time to relax made Kibum a sadist. The younger punctuated the laugh with a wink, not entirely saucy or seductive, just something playful. It was enough to make Jonghyun's hair stand on end. "You need to stop that," he said half-seriously. "Why are you so flustered?" He turned the heat off and moved the skillet off the burner, lips pulled into a smile. Jonghyun only got more so at the question. "I swear to god, Kibum, I'm about to bend you over the counter and--" "The food will get cold." He waved him off, scraping the breakfast--it looked like eggs with some vegetables in there, and Jonghyun had to wonder where he even got the ingredients in a hotel room--onto two plates. "You're a horrible tease." Kibum chuckled and held out a plate for him. "Do you want breakfast or not?" Jonghyun glared at him, but took the plate anyway, no less than stomping to the table. Chopsticks were already sitting out for him, so he didn't wait to start eating. "Oh man, I forgot I brought my apron with me!" Kibum called from the kitchen. "Then put it on," Jonghyun said distractedly; Kibum's food usually had that effect on him. Kibum walked to the table with his plate, and it took all of one glance to have Jonghyun choking on his food. "What?" Kibum asked innocently, as if he hadn't taken off Jonghyun's shirt and wasn't wearing the apron with nothing else under it. "Nothing." Jonghyun shook his head and trained his eyes on his plate. His cheeks were blazing and his stomach was turning over and he really couldn't handle his boyfriend being such an insufferable tease. This was going to be the most stressful summer vacation he ever went on, he could feel it.

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a/n - hueh.

okay I only have one left for the year //confetti!! probably gonna be jongkey but idk man I haven't written it yet.

this one was amusing tho. XP

thank you for reading c:

Jongin laid back on the bed, breathing steadily in and out and relaxing after a long day of dancing. It was the weekend, and this weekend for him meant longer hours of practice, uninterrupted by other classes. It was nearing auditions for their spring recital, and he was working hard to perfect his piece if he was going to perform it. For now, he was tired. Tired, and using the comfort of his best friend's temperate room to unwind. "Don't you have your own dorm room?" came an amused voice from across the room. Jongin peeled open his eyes and turned his head to see Kyungsoo set his bag down by his bed, still looking at Jongin with a lively smile. "Air conditioner is broken," he reminded him, voice low and throaty. He was exhausted, not up for any playful banter, even with Kyungsoo. "Right, right," Kyungsoo said airily. Jongin shut his eyes again, the beige ceiling the last thing he saw before doing so. "So are you just going to sleep in here?" "I'm not sleeping," Jongin said without moving anything other than his lips. Even that much was laborous to him. "Could've fooled me." Jongin hummed halfheartedly in response, trying to relax his overworked muscles. Ten silent minutes passed, and though Jongin wasn't asleep, he was doing a very convincing job of faking it without even meaning to. His slow breathing and peacefully shut eyes were proof enough for Kyungsoo, it seemed, because it was soon after that he started quietly humming to himself. Had Jongin's will not been made of pure steel, he could've easily fallen asleep to that sweet, soothing sound. A minute of humming spiraled into several minutes of singing, voice slightly raspy with effort to keep quiet as possible. Jongin was stunned to his spot--it gave him an excuse not to move, at least--, listening reverently to the sound of Kyungsoo's voice as he sang the unfamiliar song. He dearly wished that he could quiet his heartbeat so he could hear Kyungsoo's voice more clearly. It was so soothing, so muted, and Jongin had the momentary thought that this was something private that he was intruding on--Kyungsoo did think he was sleeping, after all--but he couldn't find it in his humility to be remorseful of the fact. He was playing a peeping tom of hearing instead, his ears straining to catch every soft and raspy high note and alternate husky low one, every measure of wavering vibrato. Kyungsoo's song included English phrases that Jongin couldn't understand, but even he could tell they were accented expertly, pronunciation clear and precise. There was something very relaxing about the tone of his voice; it was simple, beautiful. He wished he knew the name of this song, so he could request Kyungsoo sing it to him later. The older's singing trailed off into ringing silence, and Jongin's heart calmed enough for him to grasp hold of his own thoughts. He's perfect, he thought idly, lips curving into a smile. "Hey Kyungsoo-hyung," he said quietly, eyes still shut, mischief playing in his voice. "I'm still not asleep."

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a/n - //confetti!! okay so no I'm totally cheating here because this was actually part of the kaisoo fic I wrote payne for christmas. I thought it was appropriate. or at least I figured I could post part of it here ^^;;

also posting three in a day because meh, why not?? XP

I hope you liked it <3

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a/n - but is it jongho or onho or 2min and side jongkey, onkey, or taekey?? hmmmmMmMmmMMmmmm man I am so mysterious sometimes.

srsly tho I just wanted an excuse to write snarky-best-friend minkey. 'cause that's my favorite kind of minkey. c:

this is day 30, I know, but I still have three to go before I'm finished. sigh. I just figured I'd post this on the correct day for once XP

thank you for reading, and for following this blog <3<3 you guys are the best <3

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a/n - I accidentally a sex scene. oops. ^^

so, for everyone's convenience, I added all of these drabbles (except for the ones not posted yet, of course) to my (lj masterlist) c: so they're all there ^^

also I know it's december 30th but there are still four more things I need to post OTL kill me now.

thank you for reading, either way <3

Jonghyun rummaged through his sister's jewelry box for any ring he could find, so he could go back outside and get married. He felt a little silly with his hair done up in pigtails--done by himself, at that--, but Taemin said he had to, since his own hair was too short. They had to look fancy if they were getting married; Jonghyun understood that. When he finally found one, he gave a fist-pump of triumph and then tucked it in his pocket. He sprinted back out to Taemin, who was sitting on the front steps of his steps, waiting for him to come back out. He was relieved to see him still out there. He sat down beside his friend, who looked at him and smiled so big his eyes squinted up. Jonghyun reached into his pocket and fished out the ring, some silvery thing with a big daisy on it. "I found it in my sister's stuff." Taemin looked worried, and didn't take it from Jonghyun "Is it okay for me to have it?" Jonghyun shrugged. "I'll ask her when she gets home." He saw Taemin hesitating, so he took his left--Was that his left? He still got lefts and rights confused sometimes--hand and held the ring at the tip of his third finger. "I don't want to take it if you don't ask." "I promise I will." Taemin smiled. "Are you sure you want to get married?" This was important to Jonghyun, that they get married. As far as he knew, marriage was something people did when they really liked each other, and liked to kiss a lot. He and Taemin didn't kiss a lot like the people on TV, but they did like each other a lot. He was very happy when he played with Taemin, and Taemin smiled a lot when they were together, and told him about how he wished that he could just play with Jonghyun all the time and not have to go home. So it only seemed right that they get married, so they could make sure that they knew for sure that they liked each other. Taemin nodded and straightened his fingers out to make it easier to put the ring on. The ring was way too big for Taemin's skinny fingers, and he had to make a fist just so it would stay on. He looked really happy with it either way. Jonghyun leaned over and bent his head down to Taemin's shoulder, which was covered in a shirt that used to belong to his older brother. He kissed it quickly, sealing the deal. On TV, people always kissed on the mouth, but Taemin had a bruise on his mouth so he didn't want to hurt it. "Okay, we're married." He grinned, happy with himself. "And no one can take you away." He slung an arm around Taemin's shoulders, and Taemin smiled along with him, hand fisted tightly so the ring stayed in place. "No one? Really?" Taemin's eyes shone. Jonghyun grinned and nodded vigorously. "Really." "Promise?" He bent down and kissed the top of Taemin's head, hoping there wasn't a bruise there too. "Promise."

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a/n - because I couldn't not do another fic from the (childhood!jongtae au). just couldn't.

hope you liked it <3

Jonghyun wasn't always fond of winter. He preferred the summer, when he could wear t-shirts and tank tops and be comfortable in jeans. With winter came the need for more layers, hats that would mess up his hair, more clothes he would have to wash later. Colder months called for staying indoors, sitting on a blanket wearing a hoodie in attempt to keep his fingers warm enough to play guitar. It made his strings stiff and his lips chapped when he tried to sing; he was forced to miss syllables to lick his lips, leaving the phrases incomplete. He always appreciated the calm mood that came with winter, though, and how the cold air kept his heart rate steady. He wrote the best ballads in the winter. Once he met Key, his animosity towards winter began to fade away. And by the fifth winter they were spending together, it was gone entirely. How could he complain about the cold weather, after all, when it necessitated them curling up under thick blankets and lacing their fingers together to keep warm, when their hot showers got only hotter with their skin pressed together to escape the cold air surrounding them, when their kisses tasted like hot chocolate and their hands roaming each other's bodies was the only way to keep each other warm? If nothing else, Jonghyun couldn't dislike winter when it meant Key wore sweaters and scarves and earmuffs and knitted hats. A chilly Key meant flushed cheeks and red lips and hands covering Jonghyun's in his jacket pockets. It meant the cold tip of his nose burrowing into the sides of his neck, arms snug around his waist. Jonghyun couldn't argue with any of that. Key was the one who found reasons to complain during winter; his main complaint, spoken like a mantra, was that they needed a fireplace. A fireplace would keep them so warm, he swore, and they needed one to curl up in front of. Winters in their apartment only validated his wish for a fireplace. In return, Jonghyun promised that one day he'd buy him a house with a fireplace, plus a rug in front of it soft enough that it wouldn't hurt his back when they inevitably made love on it. It always made Key's cheeks turn pink when Jonghyun said that. It was all very gratifying. Perhaps Jonghyun's favorite part of winter, however, more than the cute attire or the calm atmosphere perfect for ballads, were the times that he came home from work at the studio--usually shivering, because there was a long walk from the parking lot to their apartment--to be greeted by a soft kiss from red bow lips and then informed that Key was running a hot bath for them. Jonghyun didn't know what Key put in the hot water to make it so fizzy and smell so nice--he'd tried to show Jonghyun before, but he simply didn't believe that the little green ball of what looked like salt could work such wonders in the water--, but whatever it was in combination with the candles Key lit and the incense he burned on the sink made the tub--a benefit in the apartment they paid much extra for, but viewed as a necessity by now--no less than a haven to sit in until the water went cold. Jonghyun sank into the nearly too-hot water first, sighing with shut eyes as he felt it instantly soothe his skin. Key was right after, sitting with his knees to his chest in front of Jonghyun; he always misjudged the water displacement, and there were already towels surrounding the tub to catch the water that overflowed when they were both inside. The older's arms slid around the younger's waist and his cheek pressed against his shoulder blade. His eyes shut serenly as his lips trailed up his back to the dip of his neck, and Key shivered slightly when he nipped softly at the skin. Kibum purred out how nice it felt, letting his head tip sideways. Jonghyun's hands laid flat on Key's kneecaps above the water surface and then dragged over the curve of his naked thigh, mapping the ridge of his hip bone and the contour of his waist. He told him in turn, lips moving against the shell of his ear, how nice it felt to touch him. They lost track of the time spent together like that, hands running slowly and sensually over slick bodies, minutes marked only by the flickering light from the candles. Key turned his head to whisper sweet nothings into the angle of Jonghyun's jaw up to his ear, the sort of sentiments that too-often got lost in the whir of busy schedules--Key's steady job at the daycare center plus the auditions he had to prepare for, and Jonghyun recording his second mini-album. It was one thing for Jonghyun to tell Key so often how he felt about him through song, but Key didn't have the same medium to express himself. So he took advantage of quiet moments like the ones in the bathtub to make Jonghyun shiver with his words, heart swelling up and affection higher than ever as Key reassured him over and over of how much he loved him. The whispers in his ear turned into kisses, kisses turned into more touches, and soon, the towels were soaking up more than ever as water sloshed over the edges of the tub. It was moments like the one after Jonghyun stopped shaking from his climax, when he smiled down at Key's flushed face, hair wet and sticking to the sides of his face, that he wished there was another way he could say "I love you" so Key could properly understand just how much he meant it, some way that didn't sound so run-of-the-mill and average. He could never find one, but Key didn't seem to mind as he pulled Jonghyun down for a slow, passionate kiss. When Jonghyun got out of the tub, having to take a quick shower afterward to clean up, he winced at the chilly air in the bathroom. In a beat, animosity went through his mind and he wished dearly for spring to come soon. Then Key stepped out behind him, wrapped another towel around his shoulders, and laid his chin in the crook of his neck. And Jonghyun couldn't really complain about that. ___

a/n - mae jongkey 5eva aww yiss.

idek where this came from man don't even ask

thank you for reading c:

Kibum rested his head in his palm, studying the paper on the table halfheartedly. A glance up at the boy across from him showed that he was nervous anticipation on the handsome face, posture rigid. He pushed the paper across the table. "You mixed up 'd' and 'b' again. It's 'balloon' not 'dalloon.'" Jinki deflated, lips setting in a frown. "You did really well otherwise, though!" Kibum tried to make up for his blunt words. His friend Taemin had been coaching him in sensitivity lately, because apparently he was really rude at times without meaning to be. The corners of Jinki's lips curved in a halfhearted smile. Kibum suddenly felt guilt for correcting the paper at all. But he couldn't avoid that much; he was Jinki's tutor after all. Jinki was top of the school in every subject except for English, in which Kibum was an expert after spending two years abroad in California. "When is your test?" It was kind of Kibum's job to know that already, because he was supposed to be preparing Jinki for it, but he could barely keep up with his own busy schedule, much less a guy two grades above him. "Next Thursday. I have a lot of vocabulary to memorize. I don't think I'm going to do very well on it." He smiled another heartbreakingly uncertain smile--his smiles were usually so bright and gorgeous, Kibum knew from seeing it innumerable times in the past--, looking up from correcting the letters on the worksheet. "I think you will." It wasn't sensitivity that made Kibum say it; it was honesty. He didn't have as much faith in anyone as he did Jinki; the amount of improvement he'd shown in just the short few months they'd been meeting after school for tutoring was incredible. So he told him so. "You'll do great on it. I have faith in you. You're really good at this, hyung." The way Jinki silently stared at Kibum after that, incredulity in his gaze, made Kibum feel incredibly self-conscious. "What?" he asked snappishly, forcing his stance to stay casual, fingers idly combing through his hair as he tilted it sideways. "I--you just--" Jinki's eyes went to the table, and if Kibum saw it right, the tops of his cheeks tinted pink. "Sorry. You've just never said anything like that before." "Oh." Kibum's gaze met the tabletop in front of him and the tips of his ears heated up; he didn't know why he was so embarrassed but he was, guilt swimming somewhere below the butterflies in his stomach. "Thanks, for not thinking I'm a lost hope." His punctuating laugh was shaky, hand running through his hair uncertainly. "If I thought you were a lost hope, I wouldn't have continued tutoring you after the first few times." He thought that much would've just been logic, but apparently not. "Well um... Thanks for not giving up on me by now, then. Really, who still confuses letters in the alphabet?" He poked fun at himself, gesturing down at the worksheet. Kibum shrugged and mumbled, "I used to do it all the time." He held out his hand for Jinki to give him back the sheet after the corrections. Jinki did so reluctantly. Once his eyes scanned over the paper, Kibum smiled up at him. "Good job, hyung." ___ Jinki flipped through his notes later that night to find a note written in purple pen--the one Kibum always used to correct his work--at the bottom of the last page. "Good luck on your test, hyung. I'll know you'll do great! Fighting!" ___ When Jinki aced the test later, Kibum greeted him with a congratulatory hug. Jinki hugged back unsurely, and then when they pulled apart, air awkward between them, the older made an unsteady joke about having new incentive to ace every test from now on.

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a/n - d'awww cute babbies. and plot twist: jinki is the one getting tutored for once instead of being the tutor. ^^

I like this one a lot too. idk man. I think at the end of the thirty days I'm going to post a top-5 favorites on my main blog c:

thank you so much for reading!! c: