#key fluff

    "It's not that bad." Kibum's arm slinked around the back of the couch. The tips of his fingers brushed against your shoulders. "At least we're suffering together."

    "Looks like someone forgot who's on the couch tonight."

    His head lolled back as he groaned, hitting the couch’s stiff headrest with an audible thump. "We're in hell."

    After an eternity of the couch trying to swallow you whole, you stretched your arms with a little yawn. Straightening your posture took great effort but you rose to your feet while using Kibum for balance. Tension riddled his shoulder, the muscles taut and tight. Your lips pulled down into a frown. Digging your thumb into the largest knot, you grappled with it, squeezing it between your fingers. Kibum swatted you away with an indignant huff.

    “You’re worse than the springs stabbing me in the back.”

    “You need a massage.”

    “Not from you, not with those hands.”

    He chuckled mirthlessly, shaking his head. Throwing your hands up in surrender, you mumbled out a ‘fine’. Once you were back in the big city you would schedule a spa day for the two of you… not that a single session could fix the damage this hell-tel had caused. You would need a vacation from your vacation at this rate. Somewhere free from cars and their woes, perhaps with a king-sized bed, and functioning amenities (would that be too much to ask?). At the very least it should have a working fridge, or an ice machine, or even a convenience store nearby with either a working fridge or ice machine.

    Snapping your fingers as you remembered why you had gotten up in the first place, you crossed the room. It didn’t take much – once you sidled past the table, a single step brought you to the mini fridge. The cooling component inside grumbled to life, mocking you and your desires. Taking it a step further, it didn’t budge as you tried to pry the dented door open. Just typical. Gritting your teeth, you put your whole back into it. It shook and rumbled within your sweaty palms but remained sealed.

    “Just open already,” you growled, kicking the machine.

    “Did you unlock it?”

    “It doesn’t have a lock.”

    “Are you sure about that?”

    “Yes, I’m… sure?” Giving the metal box a once-over, a wave of confusion swept over you. Near the bottom on the left side was a glimmering latch. “Huh. That’s new.”

    “They installed it yesterday.”

    “Really?” you asked, snapping around to face Kibum. Incredulity morphed into irritation once you caught sight of his smirk. “Ha-ha, funny. So glad you can find a way to prank me even here. You’re so clever.”

    “Thank you,” he said, unable to hide his triumphant glee. “And you’re pretty cute when you get all worked up like that.”

    Warmth tinged your ears. You gave him a dismissive wave before directing your attention back to your initial task. When you unlatched the fridge with a huff, it responded with an obnoxious hum that rolled out into the room. It was bare aside from a six pack of beer and a couple bottles of water. The air inside was warmer than the room’s ambient temperature, and the two cans you grabbed weren’t much cooler. You tossed one to Kibum. Froth spilled out as you flipped the tab. It poured onto the floor, earning you a disapproving look from your temporary roommate. Even so he followed suit. Leaning forward, he cracked it open and soon after the carpet soaked up the suds.

    “Now we have to leave a bigger tip for the housekeeper.”

    “As if they even have one,” you said with a shudder, looking down at the old stains that littered the carpet. “Anyway, let’s toast! Here's hoping the part arrives tomorrow!"

    You raised the can to clink against his. Liquid sloshed against metal as your beers bounced against one another. Bringing the drink to your lips, you took a swig. Your regret was immediate. Warm, flat beer rushed down your throat and you choked. Bitter alcohol stung your nose and burned your throat. Kibum’s eyes widened at your outburst but it was too late, the drink was already slipping past his lips. Throwing his head forward, he unceremoniously spat it back into the can.

    Shadows crossed his flawless skin as he glowered at you. "Even if the car isn't fixed tomorrow, I'm out of here. I'll walk if I have to. I never want to see this town again."

    Clearing your throat of the vile drink, you scratched your head. "Still want to go out?"

    "And drink more of that?” He sighed, discarding the drink on the table. "Let's just go to bed. We have to be well rested so we can count chickens or whatever else they consider entertainment around here."

    "The baby chicks were kind of cute though," you said as you walked to the sink, emptying the beer down the drain. Even over the strained glugging of the pipes you heard Kibum scoff. "What? They were!"

    "I'm taking the bed tonight."

    Dropping the can, you tripped over your feet in your haste to accost him. “Like hell you are!”

    He pushed the coffee table into your direct path before you could scramble to the bedroom to stake your claim. Standing with poise and grace, he brushed away not-so-imaginary dust while looking you up and down. There was a mischievous twinkle in his eyes as he walked around the table. Now opposite you, he tutted.

    “I’m not spending another night on that couch”—you opened your mouth in protest but he pressed a finger to your lips—“but since it’s your turn for the bed, I’m willing to share it with you.”

    “Share?” you whined before shoving the table back against the couch. He nodded. “Fine. We can share. Since it’s the last night.”

    “Good. It’s about time we slept together, anyway.”

    Warmth rushed throughout your veins. You spluttered, looking anywhere but directly at him, until you heard his breathless chuckling. Another of his little jokes. The embarrassment fell from your face, replaced with an exhausted frown. Your gaze looped around from his feet to his million-dollar smile. Immaculate despite the environment, his silky hair framing gleaming eyes.

    “Just where did your mind go, huh?”

    “Are you going to bed or…?”

    “I’m worried that I might not get any sleep,” he teased, stepping into your space. With him came the scent of mint. “Are you going to pounce me in the middle of the night?”

    Giving his chest a light nudge, you rolled your eyes in an attempt to dispel the heat blossoming across your cheeks. “As if. Stop playing around.”

    “Alright, alright, but”—using the side of his crooked finger, he lifted your chin, the intensity of his stare sending shivers down your spine—“I won’t complain if you change your mind.”

L ⇴ LAZY DAYS

The two of you loved being at home whenever you had a lazy day, trying to spend the day doing as little as possible too. You both would crash out on the sofa for most of the day, catching up on new music that you’d missed or episodes of dramas that had broadcasted whilst you were busy. Comme des and Garçons however were the ones that felt the luckiest whenever you had a day off and spent it at home.

M ⇴ MORNINGS

Both of you were pretty hard work to wake up in the mornings, and so when you had to get up together, it was almost an impossible task. With Kibum especially having such early alarms some days, you found yourself having to push him out of the bed some mornings to make sure that he actually got up.

N ⇴ NIGHTS

A lot of the time you would walk Comme des and Garçons in the evenings, making sure that it was dark so that you couldn’t get recognised, and had a lot more space on your walks too with most people at home.

O ⇴ OBSESSION

Kibum was obsessed with your laughter, he loved to be the one to make you laugh anyway and brighten your day, but even if it wasn’t him making you chuckle, he liked knowing that you were happy and enjoying yourself.

P ⇴ PRECIOUS MOMENTS

Whenever he’s busy and in a bit of a rush, Kibum makes a special effort to appreciate all of the things that you do for him. You often make him lunch to take with him or help him to pick out an outfit to wear to film, although the tasks are small, they all add up and end up making Kibum’s life a lot easier too.

Q ⇴ QUESTIONS

You never really know what he’s doing one day to the next because he’s working on so many different things, and so quite often you find yourself having to ask Kibum what he’s doing everyday as it changes.

R ⇴ RANDOM FACTS

Getting the photos from your wedding was a huge deal to Kibum, he spent a lot of money to get them printed off, hanging several of them up around your home too. He wanted as many reminders as possible at home to remind him that the two of you were married and let him see how good you looked together too.

S ⇴ SILENCE

Between Kibum and the dogs, you very rarely got any silence at your apartment, with noise coming from somewhere. If you got Kibum started, he could chatter for a very long time, and as soon as he got Comme des and Garçons excited, you knew that you might as well just give up on concentrating on anything.

T ⇴ TIPS & TRICKS

Kibum’s best trick for making your marriage work was keeping things positive. He refused to let you feel down, he tried to make you smile and laugh as often as possible and ensure that you enjoyed yourself around him.

U ⇴ UPSET

He hated to see you upset, very little would break his heart more than the first moment that he caught you wiping your tears away.

V ⇴ VISITS

When you could, you loved to take Comme des and Garçons to visit him on set, mainly because you loved how jealous Kibum always got whenever the two of them took the attention of his colleagues away from him.

W ⇴ WISH LIST

There was nothing more that Kibum wanted to wish for, he was already more than happy with the things he had around him.

X ⇴ XXXX

It was difficult to ever really predict the affection that you’d receive from Kibum. Some kisses were loving, and strong, other kisses were playful and lingering, it all depended on what sort of mood he was in.

Y ⇴ YOU

You were his number one, by far you were the biggest priority in his life.

Z ⇴ ZZZ

Managing to sleep next to each other was always a challenge for you both at night, most of the time you would find that your bed needed to be shared by four rather than two, with two little guests inviting themselves in.

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“Thank you for sharing that bit of motivational talk, Karla. Life is hard, but I’m talking about the dresses here. I don’t know why they didn’t sell! I’ve already reduced their price, and now it’s getting dangerously close to the warehouse value. I know some things don’t sell as easily as others, but I had a really good feeling about them.”

Karla made an O with her mouth and then inspected her nails. She was a nice girl, and when it came to fashion, she knew her stuff. But she wasn’t so supportive outside of that. You realised as her boss and the owner of this boutique store, she wasn’t meant to be your sounding board for everything. You just needed to be more assertive to survive in this industry.

And you had done your best with your latest season trends. You had researched daily, keeping up with the hottest styles and accessories. You had sourced out styles that were selling well and ensured the prints you chose were wearable and more unique than the other stores in the local area.

Having a brick and mortar store had always been a dream for you when you first started selling clothes online from within your garage. Now only two years later, you had achieved that dream. The reality was far from the idyllic view you once held of running your own fashion store where everyone loved your vision.

Getting clientele to shop in-store than online was harder than you expected, too.

“That dress is being sold down the road,” Karla suddenly mentioned, and you stopped ruminating over your problem, your eyes narrowing on the spoken information.

“Down the road? At Unlock? Why are you only sharing this with me now? For how much?!”

“Boss, find your Zen. Key isn’t worth getting worked up over. He has a different vision than we do.”

“But he’s selling the same items as us again,” you grumbled, your heckles still up.

Kim Kibum, or Key as he was more commonly known within fashion circles, was your biggest competition in the area. At first, you had admired the man. He had a way with fashion that always left you confused, yet inspired. Everything, even the most questionable of outfits, seemed to work on him, and when he had first walked into your store and complimented your setup, you had been stoked.

Until after his proper examination of your entire vision and layout, he went and opened a store five doors down that had several key statement pieces of your current collection in his front window.

“That thieving man,” you muttered, remembering back to when the dresses came in. You had displayed them in the front window for the first week. You had basically given him the ammunition yourself.

Kibum wasn’t the only one selling the dress, though. You knew of a couple more boutiques nationwide stocking it also. The difference was you were both in the same place trying to make the same dress sell.

And it seemed he had managed that whilst you hadn’t.

“Karla, mind the shop for me, won’t you? I’ll be fifteen.”

“Zen, Y/N! Don’t argue today!”

“Inner peace will come after this, don’t worry!” you called over your shoulder before marching down the sidewalk and right into Unlock. Unlike in your store, where you chose music that suited the tone of your vision, Kibum’s was edgier and the music was louder. You used it to your advantage to slip in mostly unnoticed and moved right to the racks near a wall.

You found the dress and gasped at the price he had it at.

“Y/N, usually it’s always a pleasure to see you, but we agreed we wouldn’t snoop around in each other’s stores personally.”

You grunted at the man who appeared at your side and placed your hands firmly on your hips. “I see your stealth tactics are still ever so impeccable.”

The smirk that crossed Kibum’s lips wasn’t lost on you and was all the invitation you required to scowl at the man.

“Now, Y/N, are you trying to flatter me or insult me?”

“I wish you would play fair.”

“I am. This is my store. What you do in yours is completely your decision. And the same happens here.”

“You know I’m carrying this dress, and you made me look like the price I’ve had it at is unreasonable.”

“Your price mark-up isn’t my concern,” he explained and then gestured to his staff only door. “However, if you’d like to have a coffee with me-”

“I’d appreciate it if you didn’t try to make my boutique look-”

A handsome man approached you both then, and you noticed the immediate unease in your opponent. The stranger glanced between you both before chuckling. “Ah, so this is that Y/N you like, huh?”

“What?”

“I’m Choi Minho, Key’s friend.”

“Ex-friend now,” Kibum muttered, rolling his eyes and letting out a sigh.

“I’m sorry, you’re mistaken. This man has nothing but contempt for me and my business,” you clarified, and Minho frowned, looking at Kibum, who was visibly facing inner turmoil.

Feeling some decency towards him, you backed off. You might dislike the man, but you didn’t like seeing him suffer either.

However, Kibum reached out for your wrist. “There’s a reason for the dress.”

“Which is?”

“It got you in here, didn’t it? You’ve avoided me forever now. You’ve got me blocked on all social media and-”

“Are you serious? You’re going to tell me this was to get me in here so you could apologise for snooping on my boutique and taking my clients?”

Kibum, cringed, shaking his head. “No. Whatever you think I’ve done isn’t something I would do. Having a good business ethic matters to me too, no matter what you think of me.”

“Then?”

Kibum glanced at his friend, who subtlety gave him encouragement with a raised fist. Returning his focus to you, Kibum’s confidence was back together. “Coffee. I want to have some time with you. Not as a fashion store owner. But as the person you are.”

“I don’t drink coffee,” you blurted out immediately, mostly from the shock. Kibum’s expression didn’t falter, but his eyes grew guarded. Waving your hands around, you laughed sheepishly. “I like tea, though!”

“Tea,” he echoed, his lips curling up. “Tea, juice, heck, even water is fine by me. Just give me an hour of your time.”

“Deal. And about the dress?”

“I’ll pull it from the line and tell people where to find it if you really want me to,” he offered, which surprised you.

“You’d do that?”

Kibum grinned wickedly. “Sure, it’s online. Everyone can find it there.”

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Again, Key let out a frustrated huff. “Y/N, come on,” he murmured. “We have to talk about it sooner or later. Graduation is next week.”

Rather than responding to him, telling him you certainly did not have to talk about it -- not just sooner or later, but ever -- you simply stepped up to the counter and waved your hand to get Marie’s attention.

The owner of the shop sidled up on the other side of the counter, eyebrows raised expectantly as she waited for you to place your order.

“One chocolate chip cookie dough in a waffle cone, and one rainbow sherbet in a cup, please,” you requested, shooting Marie a sweet smile.

“You got it, sweetie,” Marie winked. “Coming right up.”

“Y/N,” Key sighed before you felt his hands come down on your shoulders.

“Rainbow sherbet is your favorite,” you said in a sing-song tone, finally turning to face him.

Key pursed his lips, and you began to feel slight pangs of guilt for avoiding him like you were...

But you really didn’t want to talk about what he wanted to talk about!

Even though it was inevitable!

If you didn’t talk about it, things could get really sad and awkward!

And Key had been your best friend since Kindergarten, practically, so there was no way you were going to jeopardize your friendship.

“What else is there to talk about?” you finally said, lifting your shoulders (and Key’s hands) into a shrug.

“Uh, let’s see,” Key replied in the sassiest of tones. “We could start by talking about the fact you still haven’t decided where you’re going to school.”

Your heart began to beat just a bit more quickly, and your gaze flitted to the side, avoiding Key’s.

“I have plenty of time,” you chuckled awkwardly.

“You do not! We graduate next week! You can’t go into summer vacation not knowing where you’re going to college!”

“I’m sure plenty of people do it!” you defended.

Key opened his mouth to issue a retort, but Marie interrupted by handing his sherbet cup over the counter.

“One rainbow sherbet,” she announced happily.

Key thanked her after taking the cup, grabbed a spoon, and then issued his retort.

“I don’t care if other people do it,” he told you. “I care that you’re doing it. Because you’re my best friend, and I just don’t understand --”

“Well, I don’t understand why you want to leave so badly,” you interjected.

Key simply let out a single laugh before digging into his sherbet and sticking his spoon in his mouth.

“What? What’s so funny?” you asked as Marie handed over your chocolate chip cookie dough cone.

Your best friend threw a quirked brow your way, and you shrugged innocently before taking a rather large bite of your ice cream.

“You know I don’t belong here,” Key said quietly as the two of you plopped onto some barstools by the window.

And, yes, you did know that. Or, at least, you knew he’d been talking about leaving for about five years now.

The thing was -- you and Key grew up (and currently lived) in a very small town. Everyone knew each other, and things rarely ever changed.

But Key loved change. He liked to shake things up.

You did not.

Change... kind of terrified you.

So the fact Key wanted to leave and most likely never come back... kind of terrified you.

Because you didn’t want to leave.

You liked things the way they were, and you never wanted anything to change. Ever.

“It’s not so bad here, though,” you said for probably the twentieth time. “You could go to college, become a teacher, and then come back here and teach theater or music or something!”

Key simply let out a very heavy sigh.

You knew that wasn’t going to happen, but you figured you would offer it up as a suggestion anyway. It doesn’t hurt to try, right?!

“I don’t want to leave you here,” he finally murmured.

“I don’t want you to leave me here, either!”

“So just come with me! We’ll go to school together! We’ll build a whole new life together!” he pleaded, almost to the point of actually begging you on his knees.

Your brow furrowed deeply, and you stared at your chocolate chip cookie dough cone, watching as it slowly melted and dripped over your finger.

You wanted to.

You wanted to go with him, but... what about your family? What if you left and things fell apart without you? Or what if you left and things got better without you? What if you hated going to college? What if you flunked out? What if you didn’t make any new friends?

All of these ‘what ifs’ just made you so anxious! It would be so much easier, so much better if you just stayed here.

I mean... you wouldn’t have Key if you just stayed here. So that definitely wouldn’t be better.

“Please,” Key whispered, moving to rest his head on your shoulder. “I don’t want to do life without you.”

You knew you couldn’t give him the answer he wanted. Not right now, and maybe not ever.

But you could tell him, “I’ll think about it.”

“You’ll really think about it?”

“...Yes. I will really think about it.”

You would certainly try. For him.

Graduation came and went in a total blur. I mean, it didn’t actually last that long because there were less than thirty students graduating, but still. It seemed to pass in just the blink of an eye.

The few days after graduation, Key was busy packing up. Unsurprisingly, he had decided to enroll in summer classes, so he was set to move out in just a week or two.

So while he was busy packing, you were busy distracting yourself and denying everything. Pretending like it wasn’t happening. Pretending like he was packing for vacation. 

When the time came for him to actually leave.... well, you still told yourself he was coming back. Even when he was hugging you tightly and you could hear him sniffling, you still smiled. You were convinced he wasn’t leaving for good.

Even though he was.

Things didn’t really hit you until the next weekend.

Usually, you and Key spent afternoons after school together doing homework; the weekends were reserved for everything fun. And when Key, things were always fun. You would see a movie or go shopping or talk about what your classmates had worn that week or whatever your hearts desired.

As long as it didn’t require too much money or a car.

You were high school students in a small town, after all.

At least... you used to be.

When you woke up the Saturday after Key left, your first instinct was to pick up your phone and text him, ask him what he wanted to do today.

You actually did type it out, but before you pressed ‘Send,’ you realized...

You wouldn’t like his answer.

And only then did you admit to yourself he had left. For good.

You would be able to see him from time to time, but he was never going to live here again.

He was gone, and you were still here.

And... honestly, you just couldn’t handle that. You couldn’t deal with it.

What was life without Key, your very best friend? Who would you spend all of your time with? Who would you tell everything to? Who would support you and comfort you and tell you to suck it up and give you the tough love you needed?

Suddenly (though probably not so suddenly), you felt a tear slide down your cheek. You felt your throat closing up and your stomach forming a huge, bottomless hole.

And all of your feelings crashed down on you at once.

Why had you been so stupid? Why had you pushed everything to the side instead of just dealing with it? Instead of just making a decision?

You had been worried about leaving your family, but you knew your family would always be here. They would always be right here whenever you came back.

But Key wouldn’t. 

Who knows where he would end up? He would probably conquer the world, and one thing you knew for sure -- you wanted to be with him.

You got out of bed and ready as quickly as possible, telling your mom you were going to visit Key -- and not telling her you were probably never coming back.

I mean, you would come back to pack up your things and stuff. But you know what I mean.

You drove for about an hour until you realized you had no idea where you were going. So you told Siri to call him, your heart thumping with each ring that came through your car speakers.

“Hey,” Key answered after the fourth ring. “What’s up?”

“Hi, so, um, where do you live?”

“...What do you mean?” he chuckled.

“Where are you? Right now?”

“I’m in my dorm room,” he told you, sounding more than a little confused. “What’s going on?”

“Text me your address.”

“...Okay. Y/N, what’s going on?”

“Just text me your address. Thanks!” You quickly hung up before he could ask again, though you weren’t sure why you hadn’t just told him you were coming to see him...

A few moments later, a message came through on your phone. You carefully clicked on the address Key had sent, bringing it up in your Maps app and setting your destination.

About an hour later, you found yourself parking in front of Key’s dorm, your heart now beating wildly.

He was already waiting outside for you, and the second you saw him, you felt that lump in your throat forming again. You felt hot tears pressing against the backs of your eyes as you ran to him, immediately sliding your arms around his middle and pressing your face into his neck.

“Hey, what’s wrong? What are you doing here?” Key asked, that all too familiar confused laugh hidden in his voice.

“I’m sorry,” you murmured, trying your absolute best to stop those tears from falling. “I shouldn’t have pretended like you were coming back. I shouldn’t have acted like everything was okay. I’m not okay. I don’t want you to leave. I mean, I know you already left, and I’m sorry I didn’t realize earlier that I didn’t want you to leave.”

Key let out a somewhat amused sigh, bringing his arms around you and patting your back comfortingly. “It took you a whole week to realize that?”

“I want to be here,” you continued. “I want to be with you. I don’t think I can live without you. I can’t be myself without you.”

You felt Key freeze. You almost pulled away to look at him, but he spoke before you had the chance to.

“You... what? You want to be with me?” he asked softly.

You nodded, clutching the back of his shirt for dear life.

“Like... be with me?”

Why was he asking you again? You’d just said ‘yes’!

So you nodded again.

And, this time, Key leaned back. He let his arms fall from around your shoulders. He brought his hands up to cradle your cheeks.

And then he kissed you.

Your eyes flew open immediately, your breath catching in your throat because you were shocked. More than shocked.

What -- what was going on?

Why was Key kissing you?

You were much too stunned to say or do anything, but thankfully, Key wasn’t. He pulled away after a few seconds, pressing his forehead against yours and letting his breath fan over your lips.

“I was hoping you would realize it,” he whispered. “Obviously, I was hoping you would realize before I left, but a week isn’t bad.”

“...Realize what?” you croaked, your voice just barely audible.

“That we’re more than just friends. I’ve known for a long time, but I wanted to wait for you. And now you’re here.”

Oh -- oh, god. Were you here?

Were you?!

Your mind was absolutely racing -- along with your heart -- but when you opened your mouth to tell Key you had no idea what was going on...

You couldn’t speak.

You couldn’t say anything.

And then all of a sudden you were kissing him again.

You were kissing him back.

Because you had meant every word you’d said just a minute ago.

You wanted to be here with him. You didn’t know how you could live without him by your side. You didn’t know if you could be yourself without him by your side.

You had always known deep down Key would be by your side for the rest of your life, but had you thought it would be as just your friend?

Had you really expected him to find someone else to fall in love with and get married to?

Had you really expected you to find someone else to fall in love with? Get married to?

...When you really thought about it, no. You hadn’t even let those thoughts enter your mind.

But, to be honest, you weren’t going to let any thoughts of love enter your mind right now.

Right now, all you would focus on was getting registered for college. Getting a dorm, getting a roommate, signing up for classes.

And being with Key.

After the summer break had passed, you decided to visit your now boyfriend in his classroom. He was now teaching 2nd semester students which means he wasn’t teaching you anymore, since you were in your last year.

“Hey baby, did you finish your class well?” It was noon and most students would be out eating lunch now. “Yes first class went great I let them go earlier since we only had to talk about the syllabus. What about you, honey? Are you finished for today?”

“Yeah, I’m finished and exhausted already although it’s just the first day. I miss seeing you as my professor” You pouted. He took your hands and pulled you closer. “I miss you too baby. Maybe I should help relax you a bit then?” He took you by your hips and sat you on his desk.

“What exactly are we doing?” You asked, fully knowing what was going to happen. He came close to you and gave you a slow and deep kiss. You observed him, as he parted from you to walk over to the door. He stoped and turned around to look at you.

“Are you ready?”

“Yes, professor.” He locked the door and walked towards you undoing his tie.

“You don’t know how often I’ve dreamed about this.” He stepped closer until he was standing between your legs, you sitting on the edge of his desk.

“Probably at least as often as I have, Kibum.” He came closer again connecting your lips as he put his hands on your thighs to pull himself closer. He moved up from your lips to your ear and nibbled a bit on the lobe, just to move back down to your collarbones. He sucked on the underside of your collarbone until a mark was blooming. You let out a small moan when he liked the mark.

“Take off your shirt.” You took off your shirt and started unbuttoning his as well while his hand slowly made its way under your skirt to your panties.

“You’re wearing a skirt at the perfect time.”

“One could say that I had all this planned out.” You grinned at him, taking off your bra while he was unbuckling his pants. “Lay down baby girl.” You laid down on the desk while he positioned himself between your legs again. He bent down and slowly sucked on your left nipple while pulling down your panties.

“Be quiet. Or I’ll need to punish you.” With that, he put his thumb on your clit and started circling it slowly. You were able to handle that but after the second finger had entered you, your moans started to get louder. “I told you to be quiet, was I not clear enough?”

“Yes, you were. Sorry, professor.” He gave no warning when, suddenly, his head was between your legs. His tongue was doing magic on your clit while his fingers were moving faster and curling inside you.

“Oh god, please, I’m so close. I can’t-“ You let out a high, pitched moan as you reached your orgasm while he was lapping up all your mess. He stood up again, his lips glistening from your juices. You watched him as he licked his lips. “Lick my fingers clean, and prepare for your punishment. If anyone has heard you, you better get ready for when we’re home.” Opening your mouth, you took in his fingers, sucking on them while looking up in his face. “Now we gotta do something about those beautiful noises of yours.” Kibum took his tie and put it in your mouth, making you bite on it and tied it behind your head. “First punishment: you won’t suck my dick. At least for now. Don’t give me those eyes, I know you want it but, a punishment is a punishment. Besides, it’s hard on me too. Second punishment: you won’t be able to noisy anymore. Third punishment comes now. Turn around.” You turned around, laying on your stomach now, when you felt the first sharp slap on your ass. A moan muffled by the tie came out of your mouth. “This is a punishment, it’s not for your pleasure. Why are you moaning?” His hand met your ass for another couple of times until it was stinging and tinted red. You heard him pulling down his pants and boxers, then you felt his hard cock between your legs.

“Please...” Your muffled plead didn’t go unnoticed. “Someone’s impatient, relatable.” With that he slowly entered you, grabbing you by your hips. You felt yourself being filled and he didn’t stop until he was fully in you. “How are you still so tight? We’ve been fucking all summer!” Kibum started pulling out and pushing in again at a steady pace, getting faster and faster, holding on to your hips harder; you knew it would bruise.

“Oh, fuck.” He let out a moan and started playing with your clit again, while hitting your spot at the same time. “Cum, baby girl.” The second he said it, you came undone seeing white stars your mind going blank. Kibum hit his high just shortly after with another deep moan, as you felt his cum filling you up. He pulled out his cock and you felt his cum leaking out of you dripping down your thighs were a tongue started to lick it up. You turned around and took

off the tie just to be met by Kibum’s lips. He pushed his cum into your mouth with his tongue, causing you to moan into the kiss. Your lips parted, a thin string of saliva and cum connecting your mouths.

“We just finished, but I wanna go again.” You smiled. “Baby girl, lunch time is almost over. We need to leave first and then we can do whatever we want.”

At home you saw Taemin laying on the couch as you walked by.

“There hasn’t been a day now that I’ve seen you not limp. If you two,” he pointed at Kibum “especially you, don’t get yourself under control, she is going to end up needing a new hip sooner than later. Haven’t you gotten tired of it after summer break?”

“Taemin look who’s talking, huh? I’ve heard you many nights having fun with that musician kid and that theatre guy and I said nothing.” you bit back playfully.

“Yeah but we’re interesting. I don’t get straights.”