#fuck it up kim kibum

[smtown-tourist]

Kim, ‘Key’ Kibum has always had a “fuck it” attitude but if THIS is how he’s acting in JANUARY I don’t even want to KNOW what the rest of 2024 is going to look like

[grimmshood]

born to shine.... if he doesnt release a studio version of that song..... i need it so bad

[yootaesowlwrites]

Sit On My Face - Key / Kim Kibum

W/C: 3.8K

Note: Blank blogs will be blocked. I don’t trust y’all, so make sure you have your age in your bio/desc or something on your blog. Minors DNI.

Prompts: “Sit on my face.” + “I want you to leave marks.”

Warnings: Smut, explicit language, nudism, nipple play, nipple stimulation, cum tasting, face sitting, clit stimulation, oral(female & male receiving), bruising, mention of bruising, biting, blowjob, unprotected sex(reader’s on the pill), humour, aftercare.

Age Warning: I will not take responsibility because you wanted to read this, but if you’re under the age of 18+, DO NOT INTERACT OR READ. Do not take this as educational, this is fiction!

You step out of the bathroom completely naked after your shower and pause when you spot your boyfriend, Kibum, laying on the bed, most likely waking for you to finish before he would go. He looks up and smiles at you before sitting upright, his eyes slowly move from your head to your chest to your hips, pausing for a moment at your mound, before going lower.

“Liking the view?” You ask before stepping towards your dresser. You hear movement from the bed before hearing footsteps approach you as you opened one of the drawers. You pull out a pair of panties before you feel his warmth against your back and his lips on the back of your neck, his arms wrap around you and you pause your movement.

“I have something to ask of you,” He says. You lift your gaze from the drawer and look into the mirror above the dresser and look straight at him, you saw something in his eyes, but you couldn’t quite place what it was. “Sit on my face,” You instantly drop your panties back into the drawer and your eyes widen at his blunt request.

“What?” You say without processing the words. “I mean, are you sure you want that?” He pulls you away from the dresser and turns you to face him, his hand cups up to cup your jaw and his fingers press into your cheeks.

“I want that, I want you to sit on my face,” He says confidently. “Are you up for that?” You now recognised what was swirling in his eyes, it was lust, want and need. “It’s something I want to try, but if you don’t want to, we don’t have to you,” You place your hand in the centre of his chest and begin walking him backwards towards the bed.

“If you want it, then I don’t mind doing it,” You say. “Only if you’re absolutely sure that it is what you want,” The back of his legs hit the bed, and he immediately sits down, pulling his hand away from your jaw and releasing your face completely.

“I’m absolutely sure, one hundred and ten percent sure,” He says. You lick your lips as you feel your insides knotting together and a warmth pooling between your folds. He places his hands on your hips and slowly slides them upwards until his thumbs reach the underside of your breasts, and he presses them into it.

“I just showered,” You say. “So, you’re going to need to work to get me wet first, and then afterwards, we’re taking a relaxing bath together, got it?” He nods, focusing on your chest and only half hearing you. “I want you to fuck me afterwards also, before the bath,” His eyes move to meet yours.

“That’s a given,” He says. He leans closer and presses his lips against the centre of your stomach, while he slides his thumbs over the curve of your breasts before they reach your nipples and slowly slide over the buds. “Unless you wanna suck me off and make me cum,” You feel another twist inside your stomach at his words.

“Maybe I can do that too,” You say. “And then you can be inside me,” You feel him leave a kiss against your stomach before he kisses his way upwards towards your breasts. You move your hand away from the centre of his chest and move it to the back of his head and curl your fingers into his hair.

“That sounds like a plan,” He mutters against the curve of your breast before he flattens his tongue against your skin and licks a stripe towards your nipple, you feel a swirl inside your abdomen as you feel the warm wetness of his tongue against your skin, he moves his thumb away as he gets closer to the bud.

“Ohh,” You sigh as you feel the rough texture of his tongue sliding over your nipple, causing it to start hardening, he repeats the movement again, and you feel your skin slowly growing warmer as the room temperature begins rising as well. “Kibum…” His thumb rubs over your other nipple, and you could feel the bud heating up from the attention it was getting. Your fingers gently massage into his scalp as you feel his tongue roll over your nipple again and again. “Kibum…” His index finger slides along the side of your nipple before you feel him take it between the pads of his fingers and roll the hardened bud between them. “Ohh, hmm.”

“Sounds like it feels good,” He mutters and glances up at your face. He could see your lips were slightly parted, and your lids were slowly opening and closing from the feeling that was coursing through you. “Does it feel good?” You could feel his hot breath blowing against your nipple as he spoke.

“Hmm, it feels nice,” You mumble. He slides his tongue over your nipple before his lips close around the bud, and you feel him gently sucking on it. “Hmm, that too,” His nose presses against the curve of your breast, and you feel his hot breath against your skin and hear him breathe loudly against it. He rolls your nipple between his fingers before gently tugging on it, making it feel like he was tugging on something inside your abdomen as a shockwave goes down to your pussy. “Hmm, Kibum…”

“Hmm,” He hums against your nipple, the vibrations instantly causing you to feel wetness building between your folds, at this rate, it wouldn’t be long before you would be sitting on top of his face. “Hmm-mmh,” You tilt your head backwards as you take in a deep breath through your mouth, you could feel a knot slowly building inside you as your high building.

“Kibum, hmm, it’s so good…” You mutter. You could feel some of his saliva rolling down the underside of your breast before it begins to cool down from the air blowing against it. His other hand slides down your side, and you feel him leave a burning trail behind on your skin as he reaches the crease of your hip, you feel his fingers slide over it before his hand cups your mound. “Kibum… Kibum,” You couldn’t help but moan his name. His fingers slide along your folds before you feel him press down against them, you feel your juices moving between your folds before your folds were pulled apart, and you heard a faint squelching sound. “Fuck, Kibum…” His fingers slide along your outer folds before they slowly move to the inside of them.

“Kibuuumm,” You whine as you feel his fingers move along your folds, gathering your juices onto his fingers and making your skin heat up even more. “Fuck, I think I’m ready for your mouth,” He tugs on your nipple with his lips before releasing it with a loud popping sound, which makes you gasp at the sensation that went through you. He releases your nipple and pulls his hand away from your pussy and brings his fingers to his lips, you watch as he pushes his fingers into his mouth and slowly sucks them off. “Let’s just… get rid of your shirt as well,” You release his hair and move your hands to the hem of his shirt and pull it upwards.

“You taste good,” He says once he had pulled his fingers from his mouth. He lifts his arms, and you pull his shirt over them and tosses it aside. “I can’t wait to taste more,” You feel your pussy twitch at his words, knowing you were about to be on top of him, on top of his face to be more specific.

“Move higher,” You say. You watch as he moves himself to the middle of the bed before you climb onto it, you crawl towards his chest before moving one of your legs over him and move yourself to hover above his face, his arms wrap around your thighs, and you feel him grip your inner thighs and begin pulling you down onto him. “Hold on, hold on,” He pauses, and you look down at him, the top of his head and his eyes and half his nose were peaking out from below you. “I want you to leave marks,” His grip on your inner thighs tightens before you feel him forcefully pull you down onto his face. “Fuck,” You didn’t expect him to pull you onto him like that, but fuck, it was so hot also.

“Kibum, oh, my fuck,” You moan as you feel his tongue press against your pussy and lick a slow stripe up towards your clit. “Ohh, my fucking…” You reach down with one hand and grip the top of his head, gripping his hair tightly, while your other hand moves to grip onto the headboard and hold onto it. “Kiibbbuummm,” You feel his nose brush along your folds as his tongue moves high, and his chin presses against your folds once his tongue reaches your clit. “Ohh, my fucking, Kibum, shit,” His hands grip tighter onto your thighs, and you swear you could feel the bruises forming on your skin.

“Fuck, Kibum, oh, my fucking…” You moan as his mouth wraps around the bundle of nerves, and you feel him softly sucking on it. “Shit, Kibum, oh, shit, shit,” You feel goosebumps forming on your skin and a tingling going up your spine causing you to shiver. “Fuck, ohh, my fucking, Kiiiibbuumm,” You grip tighter on the headboard, and you feel your muscles starting to tense up as your mind begins to feel light. “Shit, that feels so good, fuck,” His nose was pressed against your mound, and you felt his hot breath against it. “OH! Oh,” Your grip on his hair tightens, and you feel sweat breaking out on your skin. He releases your clit, and you feel his nose brush against your pussy as he moves his head slightly.

“Fuck, you taste so good,” He mutters against your pussy, making you squeeze your thighs around his head as you feel the vibrations going through your pussy and straight to the knot building inside you. “Fuck…” He pushes his tongue against your clit, and you feel your back arch at the sudden contact of his warm tongue against your sopping hole.

“Shit, Kibum!” You gasp and feel him pushing his tongue inside you. “Oh, my fucking…” You tilt your head backwards and take in a few deep breaths, the room felt extremely hot, and your mind was spinning from the blissful feeling that was coursing through your body. His nose was rubbing against your clit as he had his tongue inside you, curling and lapping at your arousal and swallowing it. “Oh, my fucking fuck,” You squeeze your eyes shut at the sensation that goes up your spine and down your legs, which causes your toes to curl. “I’m gonna…” You feel his tongue flatten against your slit and lick a thick, long and slow stripe towards your clit, your eyes roll to the back of your head behind your lids, and you see stars starting to appear behind your lids.

“Kiiiibbbuuuummm!” You whine and roll your hips over his face. His grip on your thighs tightens, and you feel him pull away from your pussy. “No, no, fuck, Kibum!” He turns his head, and you feel him suddenly bite down on your inner thigh, making your walls clench. “FUCK!” He turns his head back to your pussy, and you feel his tongue slide over your folds before he takes one of your lips between his teeth and tug on it. You could feel your world spinning, you didn’t think him biting your pussy lip would have this type of effect on you. “KIBUM!” He releases your fold, and you feel his lips touch your clit before you felt him blow cool air against the bundle of nerves, which causes you to squirm on top of him.

“Kiiibbuumm!” You cry out as you feel the knot of tension tightening inside you and getting close to exploding. His lips wrap around your clit without warning, and the sudden warmth around the bundle of nerves and the sudden sucking causes your muscles to tense and your grip tightens on the headboard and on his hair. He sucks harshly on the bud, and the stars behind your lids became more. “I’m gonna… fuck, I’m gonna…” You could feel a hot, tingling sensation slowly creeping up your legs, and you felt your mind slipping further and further. “Kibum, I’m gonna…” He softens the sucking motion on your clit, giving you a moment to breathe in deeply, only for him to tug on it with his lips and use the tip of his tongue to play with the bundle of nerves.

“FUCKING, SHIT, KIBUM!” You cry out as the tension inside you snaps and your high crashes into you. Your mind feels like it floats through the sky and your body feels light as the sudden tension was lifted. “KIIIBBUUMM!” Your hand felt sore as you gripped the headboard in such a tight hold, you hunch over when it feels like your stomach muscles force you to bend, and your walls clench around nothing as you come undone. “FUCK!” He releases your clit, and you feel his breathing moving along your pussy before you felt his tongue on your slit, lapping at your release. “SHIT!” Your body shakes with ecstasy and the stars behind your lids suddenly disappear, and it's like everything becomes a blank canvas in front of you.

Your heartbeat drums loudly in your ears and for a moment you swear you could hear your own blood pumping through your veins, it felt like time had slowed down for a moment as you went through your high. You roll your hips over his face to try and get more out of the feeling, only to feel his hands leave your inner thighs and move to your hips to grip onto them and keep you from moving. Everything suddenly rushes back to you as you feel your body calming down and your mind slowly coming down from the high it was experiencing.

“Kibum, Kibum, oh, my fuck, oh… fuck,” You blubber out. His grip on your hips didn’t ease, and you knew you would probably find bruising there later as well, just what you had asked from him, and the thought was making your insides churn in excitement. Drool was spilling from the corner of your mouth, and you could feel it rolling down your neck. “Kibum…” His grip slowly loosens from your hips, and he releases your clit, you begin to lift off him, only for him to lick a quick stripe over your pussy. “SHIT!” You release the tight grip on his hair and climb off his face, and sit down on the bed next to him, you open your eyes and gasp once you saw his nose, lips and chin coated with your juices.

“You taste divine,” He says and licks his lips. You swallow and move your eyes to his hips and saw a large tent in his sweats. You reach out and grip onto the waistband and he immediately lifts his hips.

“Let me get rid of this for you,” You say and pull it down his legs. You toss it onto the floor as your eyes stay fixated on his hardened cock, the tip looked red and arousal was oozing from the slit. “And then I can get on top of you again,” You wrap your hand around the base of his cock and lean over him. He watches you intently as you get closer to his cock, he brings his hand to his face and uses the back of his hand to wipe some of your cum from his face, obviously, he wasn’t going to get everything, but some of it stuck to the back of his hand.

“Fuck, ohh, yes,” He groans as your tongue makes contact with the head of his cock. You lick over the tip slowly, tasting the saltiness from his pre-cum as you do, you slide your tongue down the side of his cock before circling back and moving back to the tip. His breathing deepens as he feels your warm tongue gliding over his length. “Fuck, fuck, so good, oh…” He could feel his mind starting to spin as he feels your tongue gliding over him, targeting the slit on his cock. “Fuck, Y/n…” Without warning, you wrap your mouth around the head of his cock, which causes his back to arch at the sudden pleasure. You slowly take more of him inside your mouth, pausing when the head was completely engulfed by your mouth, and hallow your cheeks.

“Fuck, fuck, shit, shit, oh, fucking, Y/n,” He groans out and reaches down and grabs onto the back of your neck. “Fuck, no, no I need to be inside you when I cum,” He could feel a faint feeling of his balls starting to tighten with what you were doing. You slowly lift your head and slide him out of your mouth, you could hear him take in a few slow breaths as whimpers fall from his lips. “Fucking… you little tease,” You release his cock with a soft pop and turn your head to look at him with a smirk on your lips, and he slowly releases the back of your neck.

“I have to make sure you feel good, don’t I?” You ask before straddling him. You press your hands against his hips as you move your pussy to hover over his cock, you feel the tip of it brush against your clit before you move one of your hands between your legs and wrap it around his cock. “Maybe even have you see stars,” You guide him through your folds and towards your slit. “Like you made me see stars,” You push the head inside you and unwrap your hand from around him and move it to his chest. “Ohh, uhm, fuck…” You slowly sink onto his cock, feeling him stretch and fill you.

“Fuck, ohhuhh, hmm, fuck,” He groans as he feels your warm wet walls welcoming his hard cock inside you. “Fuck, so good,” The loud sucking sound of your wetness bounces off the walls and fills the room along with his low groans and grunts and your moans and breathy gasps. His hands move to your thighs and he pushes down on them, making you sink onto his faster.

“FUCK!” You gasp as your back arches at the sudden feeling of his cock filling and stretching you quickly. Your nails dig into his skin at the sudden pleasure that went through you. “Kibum!” His hands slide up your thighs before they settle on your hips and grip you firmly, and begin lifting you upwards, you feel his cock slipping out of you halfway before he lowers you onto his cock again. “Kiibbuumm,” You could feel your mind spinning already as you feel a knot building inside you. You roll your hips over his cock as you scratch at his chest and hip from the sensation going through your body.

“Fuck, ohh, so good, fuck yes,” He groans as he feels your walls pulsing around him every few times. “Y/n, fuck… you take it so good, fuck,” His breathing was only getting louder and you could hear a strain starting to form in his tone. “Fuuuuckk,” His eyes drop to watch your tits bounce each time you rolled your hips over him, before they drop to look where his cock was buried inside you. “Fuck, what a sight,” You look down and watch as his muscle begin to tense, the sight of his cock disappearing before reappearing, coated with your juices, was getting him closer to the edge.

“Kibum… fuck, it feels so good,” You moan. You could feel drool forming at your mouth once again, but you couldn’t help but drool at the sight of his muscles twitching and tensing as he was getting closer to the edge. “Fuck, I’m not gonna last long, Ki…” You could feel your legs starting to ache from the movement, but you were determined to see him come undone for you. “Fuck…” You could feel your juices splattering onto your own thighs as you move faster over his cock, he could feel your walls pulsing more rapidly around him.

“Fuck, I’m gonna… I’m gonna cum,” He manages to get out between pants. You could see his stomach muscles pulling and felt his thighs tense underneath you each time your ass touched them. “Fuck, fuck…” His grip on your hips tighten, and the feeling only caused your walls to clamp down around him. “FUCK, Y/N!” His eyes roll to the back of his head before his lids shut and moments later you feel hot ropes of cum as his release washes over him, you tilt your head backwards and shut your eyes as you feel a hot sensation go through your legs before a tingling sensation went up your spine and exploded inside your mind.

“KIBUM!” You cry out as the knot inside you comes undone, Your body feels light and your mind feels like it was thrown into the clouds, your heart loudly drums in your ears as you go through your high. “KIIBBUUMM!” Your body shakes on top of him and your nails dig into his skin, leaving red streak marks behind. “FUCK!” You could hear him cursing beneath you, but you were too lost in your own pleasure to pick up what he was saying. You feel his grip on you loosen as you were starting to come down from your high, your arms collapse beneath you and you fall onto his chest, his arms immediately wrap around you. “Fuck, fuck, Kibum, oh, my fucking…” Your skin felt sticky against his from the sweat.

“Ohh, fuck…” He groans out. You could hear his heart drumming inside his chest as your head laid on top of him, both of your breathing loudly as you tried to even it out and gather your thoughts. The air slowly begins to cool down and you feel it starting to nip at your soaked skin as you begin to cool down as well. “Fuck, I should have asked you to sit on my face years ago,” You chuckle and feel his cock slip out of you. “Rejecting my cock just like that now that we’re finished, huh?” That made you laugh more before you rolled off of him.

“You owe me a bath now, Mr Kim,” You say as you sit upwards. You feel your mixed releases spilling from you and begin to leak onto the bed, which quickly makes you get up, not in the mood to change the sheets for the evening. “I’ll go fill the tub, do you want some scent in it?” He sits upright and moves to the edge of the bed.

“You choose,” He says. You nod your head and he grabs onto your hand and pulls you towards him, he reaches up to cup your cheek and pulls you down to his level before pressing his lips against yours, gently kissing you.

[almighty-jinki]

As a Jjinggu, I feel like I have to preface this by saying that OBVIOUSLY Jinki is SHINee’s leader, and that he’s the best leader for SHINee, and that it wouldn’t truly be SHINee if Jinki weren’t the leader. That being said, I feel like - in a way - Kim Kibum is the second-in-command of SHINee. He seems very interconnected with SMs internal affairs: well respected and liked within the higher ups in the company as well as by his peers, even those that are older than him like BoA. When SM fucks up with SHINee’s management, Kibum seems to be the one to call them out, and the one that gets them to fix their mess.

If Jinki is the leader of SHINee’s members, the one that makes sure that his members are cared for and looked after, Kibum is the person that makes sure that SHINee as a brand is looked after. He has an incredible mind for business, and has in the past called out that it’s ridiculous to think of a company as family, when they’re all under contract. Obviously every member cares for SHINee deeply, but Kibum seems to have the most outward, public vested interest in holding SM accountable for their blunders in SHINee’s management. Jinki takes care of SHINee’s personal well-being, and Kibum takes care of their professional well-being.

Of course, of course, this is not to say that Jinki as the leader does not actively guide and protect and care for SHINee on a company and professional level. He assuredly does. He’s been the leader of SHINee for 15 years, that is not a feat someone could accomplish without a steel backbone and an incredible kind of strength. I’m simply saying that Kibum possesses a different but equally incredible strength, and that without that strength, I don’t think that SHINee would be able to stand on their own ten feet as they do now.

If Jinki is the emotional leader of SHINee, guiding and protecting them with sunlight and a gentle hand; then Kibum is the calculated mind behind the throne, taking care of external affairs so Jinki has more time to focus on the members themselves; but he’s also more outwardly engaged, deflecting attention from Jinki so that he has time to think through his words and actions, and time to come to a decision that he truly thinks is best for the team.

They work so seamlessly together that you wouldn’t notice it usually, but once you think about it, it’s kind of hard to stop seeing it. That being said, all SHINee members are brilliant. They know what’s going on with their company right now, and of course they’re taking steps to handle whatever comes. We, as Shawols, just have to do exactly as Minho said, and trust them.

[gaykey]

firstly and most importantly, i am beyond proud of kibum for releasing a song that’s very obviously about having sex with another man like that’s such a bold and courageous step to take in an entertainment industry operating in such a conservative country like south korea, like he’s so fucking cool for doing this. love him endlessly!

i am really curious about how sm came to approve the intoxicating lyrics though - obviously sex is not something sm groups have ever avoided making music about but i think this is the first time an idol under the company has released a song that so directly references a same-sex partner in general, let alone in a sexual context. of course kibum has always done whatever he pleases and has never needed the validation of others but g&g is a sm release, so the company would have had oversight. i hope this doesn’t come off as negative btw, it’s absolutely not meant to! i’m just wondering what made sm give intoxicating the green light considering it is a potentially risky song to release to conservative audiences in korea. i guess my question is - do you think sm are fully aware that the song is about gay sex and are just letting kibum run wild or do you think there’s a more nuanced reason as to why they approved the song? do you think the execs somehow didn’t catch on to the obvious implications of the song or thought they were subtle enough for listeners to not pick up on? again, sorry if this reads the wrong way. i love the song and the album and kibum, i’m just very interested in learning about how it came to be haha.

but also HOLY FUCK he must be getting the best lay of his life rn to be writing lyrics like that

hello! hope you are well!

i love this message, because ugh it touches on things i just love to talk about. kim kibum, music, and gay sex dhdhdjjsjsjs. so thank you.

i think? this might be a long reply, so be prepared, and i'm lowkey wine drunk, so PLEASE forgive me if it's a bit all over the place......

first of all, i would really love to touch upon the whole 'how could he get away with this in such a conservative country' but genuinely? despite what we observe of south korea via kpop (because let's be honest, that's where most of us get our info about the country. not @ you, just a generalisation) it's honestly not as uber conservative as you think. like in terms of lgbt+ people? if that makes sense. like gay ppl are everywhere, and they WILL find their own people.

because

though i think a lot of westerners think sk is like, this place where lgbtq+ people hide, and have no comminuty???

(again, not at you! i just know this is something i have observed, and i'm using your message as a like, a way to address the topic as a whole.)

south korea has a very vibrant and active lgbtq+ community!

admittedly, i am far from the best person to talk about this, but the point i'm trying to make is-

key IS super brave for how overt he is

but, he has the backing of a vocal community. and, we will always find and support our people.

and, how he gets away with it, is, heteronormativity.

it goes a long way.

the lyrics are vague enough (for straight ppl) that they can pretend it's not about kibum fucking dudes.

like, we know because we know

and same goes for the company

it's either, they're too oblivious to know what he's saying, or, they know that only those who know will know so? no harm?

so like, a mixture of awareness meets letting him run wild?

and yes!

literally, kibum having great gay sex is something i genuinely have hoped he has, and, from the sounds of it...! mwah, good for you bestie!

[itaintvictoria]

Attention | SHINee Key x OC

Summary : She knows how to strain his patience to zero, just to eases it back again, by demanding his attention.

Pairing : SHINee Key x older!OC

Warning : Mild suggestion, nothing too blunt, tbh.

A/N : First fiction on tumblr because i was watching his old (like, 2009's old lol) reality show titled "Raising Idol". Just watch it on youtube guys. It's fun, it's so fucking old that the quality of the video max 240p and it made me nauseous, and our cutie Chef Key together with his tEaCher SHIN YIRANG NOONA IS ABSOLUTELY ADORABLE LIKE-

Anyways, any Indonesian here? bcs i also posted this a long time ago on https://shiningstory.wordpress.com/2014/12/02/on-top/, If anyone interested to read the Indonesian version of the fic :)

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Kim Kibum supported his head which was starting to feel heavy, with his hand. While his other hand was busy gripping the car steering wheel— he started looking for a way out. Get out of this car, sure, but THIS is his car.

Because if this continued, he would consider contacting one of his friends that works in YPCS*.

Or fuck it, he'd just call Jinki. He knew what to do in this situation.

Like, hell. This (awfully) happened a lot in their old married dating life. Her strong minded personality could match his own. Meanwhile, his 'i will do it my way' attitude is still considered taboo by the girl. Such a bad impression, they once thought about each other, after the two were introduced as student and teacher pairs on the show.

Even since the first time they met —what's the name of the show again? Rising-Dol? Rising Idol? Raging Idol—

Anyways.

“Jeez, are you going to keep quiet like this?” her voice pulled him back to reality.

Kibum shifted on his seat slightly, his eyes pierced sharply toward the girl in front of him. If he was a psycho, he would just cover her mouth with a cloth and then lock her in the basement in a instant.

Kim Kibum hates noisiness sometimes.

Even though he must admit, it wasn't uncommon for him to find himself smiling again whenever he sees this girl.

"Oh you don't want to talk now, huh? Right, just drop me here, Kibum. Thank you for the invitation, the musical was really good," the girl unfastened her seat belt, "…your acting with Dana-sunbae is really good, I'm so amazed, really."

The girl opened Kibum's car door and got out, still swallowing her ego. Kibum found himself stunned again, analyzing the events that were spinning before his eyes. And sure enough, before the girl could walk any further to get out of the basement of his apartment, Kibum stepped on the gas and the car accelerated suddenly. It speed up so fast, until he slammed the brakes. The car stopped abruptly right in front of his girlfriend. The screeching sound of his car's tires rubbing against the basement floor pulled the girl back from her shocked state.

"What the fuck—KIM KIBUM YOU FUCKING PSYCHO— were you really going to kill me—”

“—was about to, just get the fuck in my car.”

That sly smile began to appear on Kim Kibum's face. The man bent down and opened the car door.

"What are you-"

“I said come in, Noona.” came his mocking voice on the last word.

Like magic, she complied. It sucked, okay. It took days for her to build a big wall between herself and Kim Kibum yet, he broke it down in just one second. She was suddenly greeted by Kibum's arms wrapped around his upper body. But there's nothing crazier when the younger man suddenly pressed his cheek right against her chest.

She was about to slap the sassiness away from him when her boyfriend's deep, husky, voice stopped her.

“Twelve kissing scenes— three of them were deep kisses yes— but most of them were just a peck, come on. One bed scene and promise you, nothing nasty in reality. It was just acting, it was fake. Not that I would think about it seriously."

He straightened his back, facing her again. "Now you're acting like a little brat and i don't like it. Not a bit," he moved his face to the side of her neck, as he murmured "...didn't you say I'm always the one who's immature? You're starting to make me think you're jealous...and want us to have the same thing."

The girl was busy hiding the blush that had started to appear on her cheeks. She swore, she didn't think that far.

Then why she didn't want to move an inch from him?

Kibum's lips twitched up. "Or...do you actually want to?”

Not letting anything out from her mouth, he connected his lips to hers. Now, how did she back out?

“I'll take that as a yes,” he chuckled, locking her hands with one of his hands while the other gripped tightly on the back of her neck, "Don't worry, I'll be gentle. It's your first time, anyway."

*YPCS : You & Me Psychological and Consultation Services (a couple consultation clinic in SK)

[littlespoonsebastian]

Due to personal reasons I will be passing away on the 30th of August because KIM FUCKING KIBUM DECIDED TO FUCKING HARRINGTON HIMSELF UP THIS YEAR

HE LITERALLY HAS A FUCKING BAT

My worlds are colliding 👀

[luvjjongtae]

By the Time We're Thirty - Ch. 2

Pairing: Kim Jonghyun x Kim Kibum.

AU info: After college/university AU. Non-idols AU.

Genre: Fluff, Pining

Other tags and warnings: Drinking, College roommates, Reconnecting, Deal to get married

Total Word Count: 20k (divided into 3 chapters)

READ CH 1 AND THE SUMMARY HERE

The sky was a bright, cheerful blue the next morning, shining through the large windows and illuminating Kibum’s apartment in the early morning light. Too bright for Jonghyun who squinted as he waddled into the kitchen, groaning loudly and throwing his head into his arms as he sat at Kibum’s table.

“How are you feeling?” Kibum asked, placing a warm mug of coffee he had prepared in front of him.

“Regrets. Lots of regrets,” Jonghyun groaned out.

“Aigoo,” Kibum shook his head. “You should’ve listened to Jinki. We aren’t in college anymore.” He took his seat across from Jonghyun and sipped on his own coffee, observing Jonghyun’s messy bedhead.

“Yeah,” was all Jonghyun said in response, barely moving.

Kibum’s phone buzzed a couple of times and he suddenly remembered. “The others are asking about how you are. What should I tell them?”

Jonghyun waved his hand dismissively before letting it flop back onto the table. “Tell them I’m in good hands.”

“Good answer,” Kibum said, typing quickly into the chat that Jonghyun was fine, just hungover. Then another buzz. “Taemin wants to know if you remember anything from last night. He says it would’ve been a waste if you didn’t.”

“Yeah, yeah, I remember enough,” Jonghyun said, finally lifting his head up from his hands to look at Kibum. His eyes and cheeks were puffy.

“You look tired,” Kibum stated the obvious.

Jonghyun chuckled. “Wow, thanks.”

An awkward silence lingered in the room, and Kibum was itching to break it. He cleared his throat and took another sip from his coffee before forcing out as naturally as he could, “You say the weirdest things when you’re drunk, you know?”

“That’s why I don’t do it often.” Jonghyun finally grabbed ahold of his mug and swallowed some of his coffee, exhaling with relief at the taste. “I have no filter. And I never mean half the things I say.”

Kibum’s mind flitted back to their conversation last night on the bed, the one about getting married at thirty. He didn’t mean it, of course. It was just another way to reminisce, and now they could both forget about it. “I’m the same way. When I’m drunk, I mean.”

“Yeah, like that stuff about getting married was so silly.”

Oh. He brought it up.

But before Kibum could respond, Jonghyun quickly filled in with, “I mean, it’s like something that never ends up happening. Just a joke between friends really.” His face curled into a weird half-smile, his eyes deep and unreadable.

Kibum took another sip from his coffee before responding. “Yeah, I can’t believe I even suggested that. I was so young.”

“We were both young and stupid,” Jonghyun laughed, the sound brightening up the room even more than the sun and encouraging Kibum to crack a small smile in response. “I guess we can’t afford to be so stupid anymore.”

“Guess not,” Kibum said just as he finished up his coffee. He struggled to come up with something smarter to say, when Jonghyun’s question cut through his thoughts.

“What time is it?”

“Oh.” Kibum checked his phone and said, “9 AM.”

Jonghyun nodded solemnly, reaching for his mug again before his eyes widened in pure panic. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.” He pushed out of his chair, the sound clanging throughout the quiet apartment, and began roughly pulling off his tanktop. “Shit.”

“What’s wrong?” Kibum asked, standing up from the table to start cleaning up.

“I’m late for a meeting with the PD,” Jonghyun said through clenched teeth as he hopped out of his pajama pants towards Kibum’s room to get his own clothes. Kibum tore his eyes away to give Jonghyun some privacy.

“What time’s it at?” Kibum asked, trying to be helpful.

“Nine thirty,” he heard Jonghyun call back. “But by the time the taxi gets here– No, I won’t have time to go back home. Do I smell bad?” Jonghyun appeared in front of Kibum in his clothes from yesterday, his eyes pleading.

Kibum grimaced when he caught a whiff of stale alcohol on Jonghyun. “Yes.” He wasn’t going to lie.

“Fuck,” Jonghyun repeated, pacing around the living room.

“Borrow some of my clothes,” Kibum said. “The pajamas fit you, I’m sure other things will.” When Jonghyun stopped pacing to look at him, he added quickly, “And I’ll drive you.”

“Bummie…”

“And don’t say ‘you don’t have to.’ You’d do the same for me,” Kibum insisted, grabbing Jonghyun’s wrist and leading him to his closet. “Now pick something and shower quickly. It’s in Gangnam right?” Jonghyun just nodded mutely. “If we leave in ten we’ll make it on time.”

“Thank you, Bummie,” Jonghyun said. “How’d I survive all these years without you?”

Kibum picked out a button-down and some slacks and pushed them into Jonghyun’s arms. “Less remembering, more getting ready.”

Once Jonghyun was dressed and professional-looking enough to be ready for his meeting, Kibum slipped on his shoes, pulled on a decent graphic t-shirt, and kissed Comme Des and Garcons goodbye before shooing Jonghyun out towards his car in the parking garage. Kibum tried to ignore the rush of anxiety he felt when he led Jonghyun towards his Kia, certain that Jonghyun owned a nicer, fancier car. But Jonghyun was never like that, Kibum reminded himself.

“Thanks for driving me there, again,” Jonghyun said instead, dispelling all the anxiety from Kibum’s mind. The passenger door closed with a slam and Kibum felt the familiar hum of the engine starting beneath him. “And for taking me in last night. And for coffee.” Kibum glanced over at Jonghyun and noticed his cheeks were slightly pink. “Just. For everything.”

Kibum began driving the car out of the garage, an eye on the GPS with the directions. “Jjong, seriously. You don’t have to thank me. This meeting seems important, especially after what you said last night.”

“Oh, that.” Jonghyun sighed deeply and gazed out the window, reminding Kibum of a drama character yet again. “Honestly? Nothing will get done. I don’t even have anything new to show him.”

Something about last night was still bothering Kibum. But he couldn’t ask about that, could he? It was personal. Deeply personal. He’d missed out on almost eight years of Jonghyun’s life and there was no taking that back.

But he could start catching up now.

As long as he asked. And so he forced out, “You said something last night about a long-lost love?” He distracted himself with the traffic in front of him. God, hopefully, his voice sounded normal to Jonghyun. This was so awkward.

That got Jonghyun to look at Kibum quizzically, eyes wide. “I did?”

Kibum cleared his throat. “Yeah. When you were talking about inspiration striking…or something. I don’t know,” he added in a rush. Fuck, he’d said the wrong thing. Of course, Jonghyun wasn’t going to tell him about his long-lost love or whatever the fuck Kibum was going on about randomly. He probably just looked gossipy, especially as a journalist.

“Well, I guess the cat’s out of the bag,” Jonghyun said softly instead, looking down at his hands in his lap. “Yeah, most of my songs are actually about that person.” A pause. “Or at least they used to be.”

“Like when you wrote in college?” Kibum couldn’t help himself from saying. At the awkward silence that filled the car, he added quickly, “I mean– I remember you writing sometimes. That’s how the agency found you and all.”

“Right,” was all Jonghyun said.

Kibum said the wrong thing again. Great. Maybe he could salvage this somehow. Just as he made a sharp right turn, Kibum again forced out, ignoring the pit at the bottom of his stomach, “She’s a lucky girl, whoever she is. A celebrity pining after her even after years and years.”

Jonghyun took an eternity to answer. “Yeah. I guess she is.”

Kibum cursed at himself again for saying the absolute worst thing again, stunning Jonghyun into another silence. Desperate to change the topic, Kibum clicked on the radio and asked, “What music do you like? Other than your own.” A pathetic attempt at a joke, but it got Jonghyun to look back up and crack a small, pursed smile.

“Anything is fine.”

. . .

Kibum went back home after dropping Jonghyun off at the agency’s building, Jonghyun assuring him that he could just take an taxi home and that Kibum had done enough already. The next few days went by in a familiar blur, just going through the motions of his normal life and routine: wake up at 6 AM, snooze perhaps once, stretch, wash his face, feed Commes Des and Garcons, make breakfast, pick a suitable outfit, all in time for him to leave his apartment complex promptly at 8 AM to arrive at work every day.

Except now his friends were just a few taps away. The group chat had quieted down, but they talked a little almost every day. And as the summer days stretched into teasing autumn weeks, they continued meeting up every weekend, learning their lesson from the first time and avoiding bars or clubs so that they wouldn’t drink so much.

The second time they met up, it was at a fancy French coffee shop close to Jonghyun’s agency. “This is where I have a lot of informal meetings,” Jonghyun told them that day.

“Why would you pick somewhere where you work to hang out?” Taemin asked. The sound of clinking coffee mugs and the soft murmurs of other patrons faded into the background as they conversed.

Jonghyun took a bite out of his croissant and chewed it over slowly before responding. “I’m still trying to find what’s missing in my album. I guess I thought coming here would help me focus.”

Minho chimed in, “When is it due?”

Jonghyun sighed deeply. “It was supposed to be released this week. It took everything to get them to give me more time.”

“Do you want our help?” Jinki asked with care.

Jonghyun immediately lit up. Eyes scanning the table he said, “You’ve listened to my other songs. What do you think I should do this time?” At the subsequent silence, he filled in quickly, “Anything works. Just throw ideas out. I’m desperate.”

“You’ve done, uh, slower songs in the past, right?” Minho tried. “Why not switch it up with something faster?”

“Ooh maybe even add a rap verse!” Taemin piped up.

Jonghyun just laughed. “That’s a good idea, actually.”

“You could also keep your same style. Nothing wrong with doing what works,” Jinki said wisely.

“That’s true,” Jonghyun said thoughtfully. Then his eyes landed on Kibum who was mid-sandwich bite. “What do you think Kibum?”

“Me?”

“Yeah, I want to hear your thoughts,” Jonghyun stared at him.

Putting down his sandwich, Kibum searched for the right thing to say. “I agree with Jinki,” seemed like the safest option.

Jonghyun narrowed his eyes at him before they widened impossibly and he started laughing. “I can’t believe it! You haven’t listened to them!”

“That’s not true!” Kibum snapped immediately, feeling the tips of his ears go hot.

“Wow, Kibum, I can’t believe you’re not a fan of the Jonghyun,” Taemin smirked.

“That’s also not true!” Kibum rushed to explain himself, “I just don’t really listen to music much. I’ve listened to your songs whenever they’re released but…not more than that.” His voice lowered to a mumble when he realized how bad that sounded.

“Bummie, it’s okay,” Jonghyun said, still laughing. “I was just teasing.” Kibum looked up at Jonghyun and saw his easy, toothy grin plastered on his face and knew Jonghyun wasn’t mad at him.

But ever since that day, Kibum made sure to listen to all of Jonghyun’s discography. He was determined to be his number one fan out of his friends and maybe be able to offer better advice than just copying what Jinki said. He’d listen while getting ready, in the car, and in his office, earning him strange looks from Seulgi who knew that he usually worked in silence whenever she knocked on his door.

He had surprised himself the first time he realized he could focus with Jonghyun’s music playing. There was something about the soft, almost RnB style of his songs, combined with his warm voice, that comforted and soothed Kibum. He felt safe.

No wonder he got famous.

And when the lyrics intrigued him, he looked into them, reading fan analyses to help him understand. He noticed a trend with a lot of the songs being about unrequited love and silently attributed that in the back of his mind to the long-lost love Jonghyun mentioned that one time. But that was the last time he thought about that. There was no need to dwell on her.

Jonghyun: your birthdays coming up

Kibum tore his eyes away from Sooyoung’s work he was reading over when he heard his phone buzz, Jonghyun’s clear voice flooding the otherwise silent and empty office. He picked up his phone to type back:

Kibum: Yup

Jonghyun responded immediately.

Jonghyun: are you planning anything?

Kibum: Not really. It kinda snuck up on me

Jonghyun: but 30 is a big deal!!!

Kibum: Well what do you think I should do?

Jonghyun took a little while to respond, the text bubble that meant he was typing continually disappearing and reappearing. Until finally he said:

Jonghyun: lemme think

Kibum rolled his eyes and typed back a quick “Ok lol” before shutting his phone off again so that he could focus on his work, Jonghyun’s singing still softly playing in the background.

. . .

Jonghyun: none of you guys can make it?

Taemin: sorry jonghyun - an emergency with the choreo came up. we have to rework the whole thing

Jonghyun: no, don’t worry i understand. for minho and jinki too

Kibum: I can still go

Jonghyun: yay!! it’s a date

Kibum stared at his phone for a few moments too long, deciphering Jonghyun’s last text. Did he really have to say it that way? Why was he so weird sometimes?

“Sir, the report?”

Kibum slammed his phone down on his desk, returning his eyes to his computer screen. “Ah, yes, everything looks good. You can send this into marketing, Seulgi.”

“Will do,” she responded, turning to leave Kibum’s office. But she stopped with her hand on the door handle and turned back to look at Kibum. “You’ve been so distracted recently.”

“Well that’s random to bring up,” Kibum chastised, glancing at her suspiciously.

“I didn’t mean it in a bad way or anything. It’s cool that you have a life outside of work now.”

Kibum knew she meant it kindly, but her words irked him. Of course, he had a life outside of work, even before reconnecting with his friends. “Since when are you my therapist, Seulgi?” Kibum said in a warning voice.

“Sorry, sorry. I’ll stop,” Seulgi said apologetically, bowing slightly as she finally made her way out of Kibum’s office.

“And don’t think I haven’t noticed the way you’ve been eyeing Sooyoung!” Kibum couldn’t stop himself from calling out to her for good measure. Was he being petty? Perhaps. But he didn’t care at the moment.

“Sir, that’s–” Seulgi popped her head back in to start, her eyes wide.

“Let’s just both focus on our work, okay?” Kibum finished, dismissing her from his office.

The rest of the day dragged on normally and so did the week. Seulgi never mentioned Kibum’s distraction again and Kibum tried giving her more breaks and less work to make up for how he snapped at her, neither of them actually acknowledging it.

And finally, the weekend arrived again. The “date” with Jonghyun, or whatever he had called it. Jonghyun had texted Kibum that instead of picking somewhere to eat, he could just make something at his place: a nice apartment in the middle of the city, with security and receptionists in the lobby. Kibum told the woman at the desk his name and that he was there to see Jonghyun and she made a call, nodding at him to proceed to the elevator once Jonghyun approved Kibum’s visit.

Kibum knocked on the door, surprised when he heard some high-pitched whining and then scratching at the door. Did Jonghyun have a dog too? But his question was immediately answered when Jonghyun popped his head through the door, using his foot to keep a small dachshund from escaping into the hall. “Kibum! Come in quick, before Roo gets out.”

“I didn’t know you also had a dog,” Kibum stated the obvious as he entered Jonghyun’s apartment, slipping off his shoes.

Jonghyun closed the door behind him and Roo scurried up to meet Kibum, jumping up on her hind legs to beg for pets. Kibum gave them to her. “I got her a few years ago,” Jonghyun said as Kibum scratched behind Roo’s ears.

“We could have a pet play date,” Kibum said jokingly.

“We could!” Jonghyun said seriously.

Kibum smiled to himself, remembering Jonghyun’s endless sincerity. “Nice place,” he said, moving his attention from Roo to the rest of his apartment, decorated in warm colors and furniture. It felt cozy. “It’s very…you,” Kibum said, struggling to find the right word to describe it.

“I’m taking that as a compliment,” Jonghyun laughed, leading Kibum to the small dining table he had prepared, placemats and utensils already set.

“It is one.” Kibum eyed the table, their two spots perfectly across from each other, a mountain of food in the middle for them both to take from. This felt too much like a date…but at least there wasn’t a candle in between them. He forced himself to stop thinking about it. “Did you make all this?”

Jonghyun laughed again, sinking down into his seat and motioning for Kibum to do the same. “I wish. I did some of it but a lot is from my mom. She likes sending me stuff.”

“It looks delicious,” Kibum said as he reached over to grab some mandoo for his plate. “Tell her I missed her cooking.”

“Will do.” Jonghyun stacked some things onto his plate. “I keep telling her she doesn’t have to send anything but she likes to baby me.”

Kibum bit into the mandoo, savoring the beef inside. “It’s so weird thinking of you as the maknae.”

“Because I’m such a good hyung?” Jonghyun’s lips curved into a smirk.

“Yah, you’re not that much older than me.”

Jonghyun laughed lightly. “Still, sometimes I wish she didn’t baby me so much. Maybe it would force me to learn some new dishes.”

“That’s not true,” Kibum said with a full mouth. After swallowing, he added, “You love being taken care of.”

Jonghyun turned red and looked away. After a beat of silence, “You’re right.” Kibum noticed him biting back a smile, failing as it slowly crawled onto his face. “By the way, thanks for helping me out that day again. When I got drunk.”

“You don’t have to keep thanking me, Jjong,” Kibum shook his head. “That’s what friends are for.”

Jonghyun nodded and took a sip of his drink, just water this time. “How’s work been?”

“Same stuff as usual,” Kibum responded. “I’m mentoring a journalist now but she’ll be ready to go on her own soon enough.”

“What’s her name?”

“Park Sooyoung. She’s the reason I was at the award’s ceremony,” Kibum said.

Jonghyun's eyebrows shot up. “Wow, so you weren’t there to see me?” he asked dramatically and t’sked disapprovingly. “You really aren’t a fan of me,” he said, wiping a fake tear from his face.

“Jjong,” Kibum whined, dipping some of his mandoo into the broth. “I am a fan, I promise. I’ve been listening to your songs non-stop now.”

Jonghyun immediately perked up, looking at Kibum intently. “You have?”

“Yes, actually,” Kibum cleared his throat. “So you can’t say I’m not a fan. My Melon history can prove it.”

“Don’t worry, I believe you.” Kibum looked up at Jonghyun across from him only to see him grinning like an idiot. “So," his smile grew, "which is your favorite?”

“Beautiful tonight,” Kibum said without hesitation.

“Oh, really?” Jonghyun arched a brow and studied him. “Interesting, interesting,” he mumbled to himself as he returned to his food.

“Interesting how?” Kibum scoffed. At Jonghyun’s teasing smile he said, “I just like– I don’t know, the vibe. And your voice in it.”

“Aigoo,” Jonghyun said, blushing noticeably again. Kibum smiled to himself– Jonghyun was too humble. “I wrote that one in college.”

“Did you write a lot in college?” Kibum asked, taking a sip of his own drink, also water. “I remember you always carrying that tattered notebook around. And you never let anyone buy you a new one,” he chuckled.

“I still have that notebook actually,” Jonghyun said, perking up again in his seat. “Want to see it?”

Kibum blinked. “Isn’t that, like, really personal?”

“It’s fine if it’s you.” And with that Jonghyun stood up, his plate mostly clean by now anyway, and zoomed off into his bedroom to search for the notebook, Roo getting up from the floor by his feet to patter off behind him. “It’s actually almost full. I should probably buy a new one soon,” his voice called back through the open door.

Kibum didn’t say anything as he waited for Jonghyun to return with the notebook, even more tattered and beat up than he remembered it. Jonghyun patted the front of it a few times and dragged his chair over to Kibum’s side of the table to sit by him. Flipping through the pages, he said, “Most of the pages are scribbles of demos that never went through. But sometimes I go back to old ones for inspiration now.”

Jonghyun kept flipping through the pages until Kibum noticed something and placed his hand on Jonghyun’s to keep the notebook open on that page. There were scribbles of some lyrics, some scratched out and hastily replaced by others, but what caught his eye were some numbers. 923. Written in Jonghyun’s notebook as 9.23. Was that a date?

Kibum’s birthday was September 23rd.

In the moments that Kibum puzzled over the draft, Jonghyun laughed awkwardly and shook Kibum’s hand off, snapping the notebook shut. “Yeah, actually you were right. It is really personal.”

“Was that one about a date?” Kibum asked tentatively, glancing over at Jonghyun’s face. He saw that his smile was strained, his eyes wide.

“No,” Jonghyun said quickly, half standing up to drag his chair far from Kibum, back to his spot across the table. “Those were just random numbers I was playing around with. For the…rhyme scheme and stuff.” He stared at his hands on his lap, avoiding Kibum’s eyes.

“Oh, okay.” Kibum didn’t know why his heart was suddenly beating so fast. The longer he studied Jonghyun’s face, trying to figure him out, the faster his heart beat until he felt like it wanted out. He broke his stare and decided to finish his food. Change the subject, his mind told him. Something safe. “Did you get Minho’s wedding invitation?”

Jonghyun stopped looking at his hands, taking a shuddering breath that Kibum noticed. But then he carried on normally, “Yeah, it came in the mail yesterday. Nice venue, huh?”

“Right? I need his fiancée’s job,” Kibum joked.

The mood returned to normal, Jonghyun and Kibum joking and catching up and gossiping. By the time dinner actually finished, Kibum’s side hurt from laughing so hard at Jonghyun’s impression of Minho when he got competitive. Still laughing, Jonghyun stood up and started picking up their plates.

“Wait,” Kibum said, out of breath between laughs. “Let me help.”

“You’re my guest,” Jonghyun said, waving his hand at him dismissively.

“But you hate cleaning dishes,” Kibum countered. “Let me at least do that.”

“Fine,” Jonghyun drawled reluctantly. “For old time’s sake.”

And so Kibum scrubbed and cleaned the dishes in Jonghyun’s kitchen, Jonghyun helping out a bit at his side. Kibum was acutely aware of every time he accidentally bumped him with his elbow, face going hot for a split second for seemingly no reason. He must be catching a cold.

“You really didn’t have to,” Jonghyun said after they finished.

“And you really don’t have to keep saying that,” Kibum said, grabbing his jacket and things to get going. “I had a great time. Please tell your mom that the food was delicious.”

“I will,” Jonghyun smiled. “I’ll see you out.”

Jonghyun followed Kibum out into the hall, down the elevator, and into the lobby, before the receptionist noticed Kibum and waved them over. Kibum glanced back at the windows of the lobby and noticed red and blue lights flashing in the night. “What’s going on?” he asked.

“There was a bad accident. The whole road is blocked for a few hours,” the receptionist answered, looking up from her glasses resting on the bridge of her nose. “If you were planning on leaving now, you’ll have to wait a few more hours from what it looks like.”

“A few hours?” Kibum asked, checking his watch. It was already 9 PM. By the time he left it would be past midnight probably.

“You’re always welcome to stay the night.”

Kibum turned to Jonghyun who was looking off into windows and flashing lights. He shrugged nonchalantly and added, “If you want, of course.”

It wasn’t like they hadn’t done this before, just at Kibum’s place. “Sure,” Kibum said. “Comme Des and Garcons can handle themselves for one night.”

Kibum followed Jonghyun back up to his apartment, both of them silent on the way up. After clicking the door shut, Jonghyun suddenly said, “Want to play a video game?”

Kibum smirked at him. “What do you have?”

An hour later, Kibum sat beside Jonghyun on his couch, violently smashing some buttons on his remote. “No, no no no, fuck, I got this–”

The screen flashed with a big "GAME OVER." Kibum groaned and threw his head back on the couch cushions. “Sorry I couldn’t revive you.”

“It’s fine, I’m not competitive like Minho,” Jonghyun laughed, getting up to stretch his arms up over his head, his back to Kibum. The t-shirt he was wearing rode up, exposing some skin. Kibum looked away.

“Yeah he would be pissed,” Kibum agreed, pointedly looking at the still-flashing screen and not at Jonghyun who flopped back onto the couch, closer to Kibum this time. Their sides were pressed together and Kibum could feel his warmth through his shirt. Despite his mind telling him to scooch away, every other part of him told him to stay put, feeling Jonghyun’s breathing and warmth against him.

“So,” Jonghyun started. “Out of all of us, who did you miss the most?”

“From college?”

“Yeah. Who did you think about the most for these past eight years?” Jonghyun pressed his shoulder into Kibum’s. “And don’t just say me because I’m here. Be honest.”

“Well, it’s not the same without all us five–”

“Someone has a gun to your head and asking you to choose one. Who is it?” Jonghyun pressed even closer to Kibum, looking at him with a teasing smile. If he wanted him to be honest, then…

“You.”

“Really?” Jonghyun drew back to look at him, leaving Kibum’s shoulder cold. “You’re not just saying that?”

“I mean it,” Kibum said, not realizing until now fast his heart beat again. Clearing his throat, he carried on, “I kept thinking about when we went to the awards ceremony together.”

“Oh, that was fun,” Jonghyun said lazily, leaning back onto the couch and staring at the screen ahead of them. “You looked so good in your suit. Still do.”

Kibum felt the tips of his ears go hot. “You too,” he managed. “What about you?”

“What about me?” Jonghyun repeated, glancing now at Kibum.

Kibum found himself scooting closer to Jonghyun, back to their original position. “Who did you miss the most?”

“You.” Jonghyun looked up at Kibum, that sincerity still shining in his eyes. “I always wanted to text you or something. But I was scared that you had already moved on, lived your life, you know.” He inhaled deeply and added, “I was really so happy to see you at the ceremony that night.”

Kibum blinked at him. Did he really mean that much to an internationally famous singer who could have anything he ever wanted? “I was happy to see you too,” Kibum said honestly. He was surprised to notice that his voice was barely over a whisper.

Jonghyun cracked a soft smile, still looking up at Kibum with those deep eyes. Kibum felt himself being drawn closer and closer to them, to him. He leaned forward, watching Jonghyun’s face soften and his lips part slightly. Kibum had no control over himself and didn’t know what was happening as he continued leaning closer to Jonghyun, closing his eyes until–

A high-pitched whine snapped them both out of it. Kibum sat up straight, his spine snapping into place as Jonghyun jumped up from the couch, calling, “Roo? Roo? Where are you, girl? Do you need to pee?”

Kibum took a shuddering breath in. He had almost kissed Jonghyun. That’s what that was, and there was no denying it. He watched, frozen in place on the couch, as Jonghyun scooped Roo’s small figure up from the floor and chastised her lightly, “Roo, I let you out not too long ago. How much water did you drink, hm?” Then he stepped towards the balcony and slid open the doors, smacking her butt playfully as he set her down and watched her go.

Once he let her back in, he turned back towards Kibum, avoiding eye contact. “Uh, are you tired?”

“Yeah,” he half-lied. He felt more awake than ever, his heart beating out of his chest and his face flushed. But this was past his usual bedtime.

“I have a guest room you can take if you’d like,” Jonghyun motioned towards a door. “And my pajamas should fit since yours fit on me.”

“Right,” Kibum said, standing up roughly from the couch. His voice sounded rough to his own ears and he coughed to clear it. “Yeah, that sounds good.”

“Cool,” Jonghyun said gruffly, turning to speed into his bedroom. When he returned to Kibum, he pushed some pajamas into his arms without looking at him. “These are comfy.”

“Thanks,” Kibum said, taking the pajamas. He washed up in the bathroom and changed into the pajamas, just a regular worn-down t-shirt and some pants. The t-shirt was a bit big on him, but he brushed it off, knowing he didn’t have the same upper body build as Jonghyun. When he left the bathroom to head to bed, he bumped into Jonghyun in the hall. “Hey, Jjong.”

“Hey,” Jonghyun said, eyes scanning the pajamas on Kibum. His gaze lingered on the t-shirt and Kibum wanted to cover himself up with his arms. He felt like he was naked under Jonghyun’s gaze.

“Your shirt’s kinda big on me,” Kibum laughed awkwardly, edging his way past Jonghyun to finally make it into his room.

“No, it–” Jonghyun cleared his throat. “It looks good on you. Really.”

“Oh.” Kibum felt a real blush color his cheeks, and looked away, deciding to unpack that later. “Thanks, Jjong. Goodnight.”

“Goodnight, Bummie.”

. . .

Kibum surveyed the party scene before him. It was dusk, the setting sun painting the sky in dancing purples and pinks. The lights from the candles and lanterns decorating the outdoor venue radiated a warm glow all around the bustling guests sitting around round tables covered in pristine white table cloths. Violins played softly in the distance.

Kibum adjusted his bowtie, then heard someone clinking a glass nearby, turning his head to the direction of the sound. There was Minho, handsomely dressed in a well-pressed suit and tie, holding up his glass of champagne to make a toast. The party quieted down as he began speaking, “Hello friends and family. As one of the best men, I figured I should say a few words congratulating the happy couple.” He shot a smile in Kibum’s direction.

“I met Kibum my freshman year. At first, we hated each other,” he laughed lightly, and so did the guests. “He was the pure opposite of me, but over time, after many forced interactions together, we became close friends.” He paused, looking at Kibum with a watery smile. “I met Jonghyun shortly after…”

Minho kept going but Kibum had stopped paying attention when he felt a warm hand rest on his on the table. He glanced to the side quizzically only to see Jonghyun, tears lining his eyes, but a wide and bright smile on his face as he looked back at Kibum.

Right, this was his and Jonghyun’s wedding.

“...and that year as roommates brought us closer than I would ever imagine. Our friendship never ended, even after years of not seeing each other, but after we reconnected, I knew Jonghyun and Kibum had found something special again. Their bond transcends time.” He raised his glass higher and cheered, “To my best friends! May they be happy together forever.”

Cheers and applause broke out amongst the guests, all while Kibum sat next to Jonghyun, hands linked together. Jonghyun squeezed Kibum’s hand impossibly tight and Kibum adjusted his so that he could squeeze back. After smiling and giving small bows to the guests, he leaned over and pecked Jonghyun quickly on the lips, grinning like an idiot when Jonghyun blinked in surprise and smiled in return, before pulling him in for a deeper and longer kiss.

“Leave that for tonight,” Taemin’s voice cut in from behind him, forcing Kibum to pull away, face flushed with the excitement of the night. Jonghyun looked even more out of breath. “This is the PG part,” he laughed.

Jinki then came over, patting Kibum on the back kindly. He opened his mouth to say something but all that came out was, “BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP–”

Kibum snapped his eyes open. He was dreaming. The whole thing was just a dream, it was just something stupid from his subconscious that he just so happened to remember–

BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP

He slammed his hand down on his phone on the nightstand to shut off the noise. He had forgotten to turn off his weekday alarm. The time read 6 AM. Sighing deeply, he sat up in bed and rubbed his eyes until he saw spots.

It was just a dream. That’s all it was.

But the feeling in his heart told him otherwise. It beat quickly at the memory of him kissing Jonghyun, aching with longing.

Fuck. He liked Jonghyun.

--END OF CHAPTER--

READ CH 3 HERE

[mabyn-mabyn]

Barista JK Live Now fic by mabyn art by Kellyfineart_

Jungkook/Hoseok M | WIP

With his art career stagnating and relationship in ruins, Hoseok flees Seoul to hide out in Jeju Island. Will the mystery coffee vlogger with the muscular forearms and vibrant tattoos be enough to get him out of his slump?

Hoseok is a mess.

It's not like he doesn't know it. If he didn't know it, he wouldn't have flown himself on impulse to middle-of-nowhere, Seogwipo, Jeju Island right after Junho—devastatingly handsome but decidedly a prick—officially dropped him to date some beautiful but brainless model in Seoul.

And. Okay. Maybe he hadn't been in love with Junho. But they'd clung onto whatever they'd had for a year and some change, and Hoseok had gotten used to having someone by his side. Someone to go with him to art exhibits. Someone he could take to receptions, whom he could gesture to with his flute of champagne and say, he's here with me, I have everything together: emerging artist, sexy boyfriend, expensive clothes.

He'd gotten used to being wanted.

Jimin had called him the instant Hoseok texted he was on a flight to Jeju for a little "R&R."

"What's going on with you, hyung?"

"Nothing. I'm fine."

"You're not fine. The Hoseok I know plans for vacations months out. He needs weeks to lay out his outfits. He's a control freak who likes to organize things down to the last detail. He is not the kind of person who hops on a plane on a whim."

"Okay fine. If you must know, Junho dumped me. He's out with some hot young thing who gives good head as we speak."

"What??"

"I don't want to talk about it."

"But you will."

"I'll consider it. But not now. Now I am hiding my puffy eyes behind dark sunglasses and I am going to soak up the sun and ocean air for a week. Return triumphant."

"You do know that it's the winter."

"Details."

"Well, fuck that guy. I'll take you out clubbing when you get back. And I need you here, hyung! There are some people I want to introduce you to at Kim Kibum's exhibit. Some big names."

"Yeah, okay. Thanks, Jimin. I just need to get this out of my system."

"I get it. I love you."

"Love you, too."

But things haven't turned out as he planned. One week in Jeju has grown into two and Hoseok still has no interest in going back to Seoul, especially when his remote contract gig at the animation studio means he can work from just about anywhere.

On the contrary, the very idea of returning to Seoul fills him with dread.

No, he much prefers the anonymity of his obscure little rental, a third-floor walkup in a dilapidated building at the edge of the older part of town. Definitely not a tourist spot.

From here he can just glimpse the water. The sight of it soothes him, like he has an escape route if he needs one. His neighbors, a young couple to his left and an older man living alone to his right, nod at him when they pass each other in the ill-lit hallway, but otherwise make no attempt to get to know him.

It's perfect.

Maybe his funk is deeper than he realizes. Maybe he should heed Jimin's increasingly urgent texts and head back to Seoul. Maybe the trip is enabling his depression rather than helping him.

But when he thinks about making small talk with his career-climbing neighbors in Seoul, wrangling fashionable outfits for the next exhibit for someone else's art, stretching his mouth into an apologetic smile when acquaintances ask where Junho is tonight, he only hunkers down further in the lumpy bed in the rental.

Maybe things haven't been all right for a while now.

He loves his art. He does. And his work with the animation studio pays the bills—barely. But, after the first shower he's taken in days, as he looks in the mirror under the fluorescent glare of the bathroom lights and rubs a hand over his unshaven cheeks, he has to admit the reality.

Despite all his attempts, and despite his connection with art-insider Park Jimin, he's just not making it as an independent artist in Seoul.

His last exhibit six months ago was a somber affair with a handful of attendees and only two pieces sold at humiliating prices. Other than a small gallery in Itaewon accepting a few of his works, he hasn't managed to find much of a home for his art.

Hoseok sighs as he gives his hair one last rub dry with the towel. He pulls on a clean t-shirt and some boxer shorts, then returns to the rickety kitchen table where he's spent so much of his last two weeks in Jeju.

The clock reads 2:16pm. Outside there's a December chill in the air and the rain is pitter-pattering against the window. Next door, one of the neighbors drops something with a clatter.

He adjusts his laptop and opens the drawing he'd been working on. This piece is due tomorrow by end of business, and he's still far from being satisfied with the coloring. His usual motivation to pour all his energy into his work, even if it means not sleeping, has deserted him.

To ease his loneliness as he draws, he props his phone on its stand and raises the volume. Barista JK—real name Jungkook, or so he says— is still mixing drinks on the vlog. This time it's strawberry milk.

He watches as two tall glasses are filled with a bright pink mixture. There's a clink clink clink against the glass as the barista swirls the liquid with a long silver spoon.

It's soothing. The gentle rush of liquids, the changing colors as different ingredients seep into one another, the whir of the espresso machine. ASMR. It doesn't usually work on him, but this one does.

Jungkook's does.

Since Jungkook communicates only through subtitles, Hoseok has never heard his voice, but he imagines it would be as soft and warm and soothing as the ASMR of his videos.

He's never seen Jungkook's face, either. He's never seen anything more than hands with long, agile fingers and strong forearms. Jungkook keeps the camera tightly focused on the drinks he whips up, and nothing other than Jungkook's apron-covered torso edges into the frame.

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[baekhvuns]

Being fans of certain groups is really a challenge 😭 I'm glad Shinee has been consistent, but whenever people go "is Shinee still active, thought they disbanded" I- DO NOT SAY A WORD. Same with SNSD

Yeah I don't think mandatory military service in SK will be abolished any soon, but you know that most of them aren't trained properly and ready for war lmao. You're telling me Mr Kim Kibum who joined the military band can protect their country? 😭😅 Minho? Absolutely I would trust him. On one hand it's good not everyone has to be an active soldier on the other hand why make it longer as a punishment, please..

Stop San is preparing us for his post-army hairstyle 💔

Oh you want them naked them? Just like Mr Kai, I see lol. I want them to do a high fashion shoot. Mingi and Seonghwa especially. 😍

I've also noticed SK is getting big in the vegan industry so that's really nice to hear and I cannot wait to visit all the new vegan spots in Seoul. Some meat replacements are too meaty for me, it fucks me up 😭 ah I'm subbed to that channel you linked, they make cute desserts that I will never even attempt to recreate lmaooo.

Sjgsiayeiagsgsgahah rom-com with a dragon, I would like to see it!

Gaslighting your brain into thinking you're writing for Hwa is the only choice <3 one of my friends who writes is in a similar spot, she used to write short stories for multiple characters from her fandom, but when it comes to series it's just ONE character in her mind and at this point she only writes for him. The brainrot is big. Same tho, if I were to write for kpop I'd be known as the Seonghwa writer for sure 🤭

Damn hope you weren't giggling at a funeral party!

I burst out laughing, because I just remembered someone on Reddit who clearly wasn't fluent in English talking about Yeosang's footwork, but they kept saying footjob instead and 👁👁

I think the quizes are trying to play matchmakers lol. I'll confess my love for you after you post villain Y/N and not give them a tragic ending 🤗 angst with happy ending THAT'S WHAT I MEAN!!!

I'm the opposite when it comes to meeting Hwa, I can't face that man anymore, I used to be brave before but not anymore, even talking to him on screen feels surreal. Don't let me near Park Seonghwa, because I will eat him brb transforming myself into a cat body pillow

Ok?

Man's not doing anything yet I'm getting diabetes just from looking at him 😭 and this is milf but in a lil meow meow way y'know?

Lmao

Purple Kiss on bloody top, that's right!

TEEZERS UNIVERSE OF MADNESS PARK SEONGHWA IN A SUIT ACTING FOOLISH I CAN'T 😭😭😭😭 my god but these masks kill me every time. And is this man serious like.... not well-built my ass!

I got "in it to have fun, adventurous, curious, open-minded" I wish I was having fun aksisheiehejsns <3 - DV 💖

hi hello this is so late i was watching the fireworks 😭😭😭😭

Being fans of certain groups is really a challenge 😭 I'm glad Shinee has been consistent, but whenever people go "is Shinee still active, thought they disbanded" I- DO NOT SAY A WORD. Same with SNSD

NO SERIOUSLY THE CONSTANT WAKING UP AND SOMEONE TWEETED ABOUT A GROUP DISBANDING???? STOPPP THE SNSD ONE WAS HIDEOUS !!!!!! "is Shinee still active, thought they disbanded" THIS SENTENCE MAKES ME SO MAD JDJCBSCVHLKC hard to stan groups like exo bc every eclipse i be expecting some teaser drop

Yeah I don't think mandatory military service in SK will be abolished any soon, but you know that most of them aren't trained properly and ready for war lmao. You're telling me Mr Kim Kibum who joined the military band can protect their country? 😭😅 Minho? Absolutely I would trust him. On one hand it's good not everyone has to be an active soldier on the other hand why make it longer as a punishment, please..

dhbajdf KEY HOLDING A WE@PON??? I IMAGINE HIM VOGUING IN THE BATTLEFEILF OR FIGHTING MINHO 😭😭😭😭 minho can come protect me any time <3 they all served pls send them back we are deprived of REAL MUSIC, nO YEAH WHY MAKE IT LONGER THATS LOWKEY WORSE but then they get to go home at the end of the day 😭😭😭😭

Stop San is preparing us for his post-army hairstyle 💔

and when hwa does it then what

Oh you want them naked them? Just like Mr Kai, I see lol. I want them to do a high fashion shoot. Mingi and Seonghwa especially. 😍

RJKGHBEKJD NOT NECCARILY BUT THE PRODUCTION VALUE OF KAIS SHOOTS,, a high fashion shoot with eyeliners and coloured eyeshadows and dyed hair and then the prim and proper looks >>>>> mingi for lv, balenciaga gucci when,,,, omg do u rmr this one but san + hwa

I've also noticed SK is getting big in the vegan industry so that's really nice to hear and I cannot wait to visit all the new vegan spots in Seoul. Some meat replacements are too meaty for me, it fucks me up 😭 ah I'm subbed to that channel you linked, they make cute desserts that I will never even attempt to recreate lmaooo.

omg is it??? PLS DO GO AND REC SOME PLACES HELP A FRIEND OUT FKBFBK,, YOOOOO U ARE SO RIGHT SOME MEAT REPLACEMENTS FEEL TOO GOOD TO BE REAL I KNOW THEY BE SOME MIXTURE OF MEAT BC NO WAY,, their desserts are so high level how does one evenhave the brain capacity to think such

Sjgsiayeiagsgsgahah rom-com with a dragon, I would like to see it! //// Gaslighting your brain into thinking you're writing for Hwa is the only choice <3 one of my friends who writes is in a similar spot, she used to write short stories for multiple characters from her fandom, but when it comes to series it's just ONE character in her mind and at this point she only writes for him. The brainrot is big. Same tho, if I were to write for kpop I'd be known as the Seonghwa writer for sure 🤭

iM ON IT,,, LMFAOOOO my brain was gaslit, u just took it to a diff level fhbcK BC IF I TRY TO THINK YUNHO,, ITS IMMEDIATELY HWA,no u know what i might just only write for hwa fhbvdfkjhb bc my brain rly do not work for anyone the hold this man has on me is incredible string fvjbjl

Damn hope you weren't giggling at a funeral party!

unfortunately, i was in a position of immense tension bc apparently my dad's friends son was my age and the tension was just so strong i was in my yn moment uNTIL I SAW UR MESSAGE AND PASSED AWAY

I burst out laughing, because I just remembered someone on Reddit who clearly wasn't fluent in English talking about Yeosang's footwork, but they kept saying footjob instead and 👁👁

STOP FCGCGEC KFJCKV NAURRR POOR REDDITER PLS I KNOW SOME DONT MIND THAT,, do u rmr when hwa + yunho showed us their grippers for free

I think the quizes are trying to play matchmakers, lol. I'll confess my love for you after you post villain Y/N and not give them a tragic ending 🤗 angst with happy ending THAT'S WHAT I MEAN!!!

OH THEY DEF ARE HDCJCLK oh the second part.... NOT A TRAGIC ENDING??? BET NO TRAGIC BUT SAD??? MAYHAPS <3

I'm the opposite when it comes to meeting Hwa, I can't face that man anymore, I used to be brave before but not anymore, even talking to him on screen feels surreal. Don't let me near Park Seonghwa, because I will eat him brb transforming myself into a cat body pillow

no bc srs how do u feel when u talk to him, do u even look him in the eye 👁👁,,, i need this man in me right now, i wish u heard the way i said that just now jkf

Ok?

hES SO RANDOM FDJBJBF

Man's not doing anything yet I'm getting diabetes just from looking at him 😭 and this is milf but in a lil meow meow way y'know?

MILF IN A MEOW MEOW HFAWKEFBFB no bc that smirk...giving etl

Lmao /// Purple Kiss on bloody top, that's right!

HES SO CUTE 😭😭😭😭 UR SO RIGHT! but what is this prof hwa,, giving ceo hwa,,,

TEEZERS UNIVERSE OF MADNESS PARK SEONGHWA IN A SUIT ACTING FOOLISH I CAN'T 😭😭😭😭 my god but these masks kill me every time. And is this man serious like.... not well-built my ass!

SEONGHWA IN SUITS KILLS ME EFKFJJCJCCJ STOP WTF ARE THOSE MASKS THEYRE BEING SET UP,, im gonna need that guy to be banned

I got "in it to have fun, adventurous, curious, open-minded" I wish I was having fun aksisheiehejsns <3 - DV 💖

LMFAOOOOO

i got u a borahae quiz

????/

HE

oh and ur beloved..

i also wnated to ask1 what's ur thoughts on the latest cb's?? antifragile, nude and the kepler one!

[wayshendery]

KIM KIBUM YOU’RE FUCKING INCREDIBLE I’M SCREAMING I AM THROWING UP

[minhoinator]

69 days until our Kibum’s safe return

[britneyshakespeare]

I don’t wanna be the one to make this post but I have to because I wanna know the stats. If you know anything at all about Super Junior, reblog and put in the tags who you think of when you hear “that guy from Super Junior.” If relevant also tag your bias.

[almighty-jinki]

Whenever I see a picture of Key from 2008-2009 I’m like “baby. actual literal child. I want to ruffle your hair and tell u ‘great job’” buuuut the thing is rookie Key absolutely would have bitten my hand off if I ever tried it

[gaykey]

Kibums new album is literally making me go insane, i know for a fact it's gonna be at the top of my Spotify wrapped in just a month. LIKE THE TRAILERS.

I feel like Face wasn't necessarily about his artist vision, it was more about HIM as a person, but now I can definitely see he has a vision with his music, an aesthetic that he's sticking to. The art is incredibly stylized and the concept is so unique for an album. It feels like music inspired by 80s TV and cinema, which is CRAZY. I'm so hyped like omfg kim kibum is that bitch fr

balls to the wall insane infact

it's going to absolutely tear up my spotify wrapped. no survivors.

mmm i agree, and i love the way you phrased it.

face was very much him, yes, but looking back at it, i'd say in a more stripped down way? which isn't bad, and i still fucking adore the face album & i wanna be repackage-

but you can tell, like you said, how much he's grown into his particular artistic vision.

he's truly discovered what he wants to show, and how. he's letting his freak flag fly (hee hee) and doing the kind of thing he wants and it really shows in how good his last album was, and how this one's shaping up to be.

they're passion projects, for sure, and that enthusiasm and love really pays off. he's putting his all into them, and i'm so glad he's given the creative liberty to do it to the level he wants

kibum is writing a love letter to the eras and decades and aesthetics he loves the most whilst also putting his unique spin on things. putting his whole heart into it.

he's just, having so much fun with it all, you can tell. and it makes .e incredibly happy.

i want the album NOW. like i want to absolutely drown in it, i cannot waaaait.

[waitingforminjae]

This is why Key is better than everyone else. youtube(.)com(/)watch?v=38qdm_rCYnQ -💎