Married couple jonghyun and eunsook having a baby
I’M SORRY I’M SO LATE WITH THIS
He heard rustling. There was some movements near him, followed by some shuffling that seemed of no consequences at the time. The faint noises seemed to surround him after a while and only when he felt the bed dipping slightly beside him did the young man slowly awake.
“Jonghyun,” the voice was soft yet urging, a hand on his shoulder firmly shaking him.
Jonghyun made a snuffling sound, almost flinging out an arm to slap the offending hand away before unconsciously stopping himself, as if he had remembered through his sleep addled mind who he was sharing the bedroom with.
The small hand gripped his bicep, this time harder, and shook him insistently as he name was called once again. Unfortunately the male only moaned and rolled over, eyes still closed and refusing to acknowledge anything other than than the warm and comfy bed he had been peacefully sleeping in since last- cold air met his body as the blanket was suddenly ripped off of him and a dainty foot kicked him hard enough to send him flying out of said bed.
“Mguh?” Jonghyun groaned out, sitting up from the floor and rubbing his eyes, his mind still hazy as he looked up at the figure standing on the other side of the bed.
“Jonghyun,” the feminine voice calmly answered, this time louder than before, “we need to get to the hospital. Now.”
“… Heh?” the brunet replied intelligibly, still blinking repeatedly to clear up his blurry vision as he looked at the bright green numbers of the digital clock and was able to make out that it was slightly past 8 in the morning.
“We need to go to the hospital,” the other person patiently repeated, “right now.”
Jonghyun instantly shot up this time around, the tone uncharacteristically harsh and reminiscent of those few times someone in his entourage would either majorly screw up, become overly emotional or be stubborn to a fault. No one, no one, could hold their own when that tone made its presence known. One word was all it ever took immediately snap anyone back to earth or bring them to their knees. The most terrifying times was when she said their full name.
Fortunately it had been rarely used so far.
“Eunsook noona?” Jonghyun stared wide-eyed at the young fully dressed woman standing across from him, taking in her placid demeanor despite her flushed round cheeks and previously sharp voice.
“The contractions have been steady for the last few hours, Jonghyun.” His brown eyes widened further. “It’s fine, I think you can still clean up before we need to go.”
“Did your water break?” the young man raced into the bathroom attached to their bedroom and splashed his face with some cold water to fully wake himself up before grabbing his toothbrush.
“I’m… not sure. I went to the bathroom halfway through the contractions happening but I don’t know if it was my water breaking or me just peeing?” she answered, watching Jonghyun zoom back into their bedroom and pulling on the jeans and sweater she had laid out for him while he was brushing his teeth. He didn’t miss the wince on her face as another contraction hit her body.
“Come on,” the brunet gently nudged Eunsook out of their bedroom. Once in their entryway the young woman slipped into a pair of sensible black flats while her partner grabbed a small suitcase, prepared and set there a few days before as the baby’s due date had been quickly approaching, and his keys as he pulled on a pair of dark brown army boots.
Eunsook let out a small whimper of discomfort as Jonghyun locked the door behind them and they carefully made their way to their car.
Jonghyun taking care of sick!jinki please :)|
Jonghyun trudges into the kitchen late one morning, teeth freshly brushed though he is still trying to clear the haze of sleep from his brain. The other boys are more or less in equal state of drowsiness and Minho is clearly struggling to not let his head drop on the table and fall back to sleep. Taemin, on the other hand, is slightly more awake but just barely; the boy takes his time to pour some cereal and milk into two bowls before pushing one of them in front of Minho who accepts it with a lethargic smile.
Jonghyun’s attention finally strays to Kibum who’s at the counter, muttering to himself as he’s fussing around with the electric kettle and some mugs. The singer furrows his brows after his eyes quickly sweep across the kitchen once again.
“Where’s Jinki hyung?”
“In bed,” Kibum answers, glancing back at Jonghyun as he pulls a bottle of honey out of a cabinet, “he didn’t look too good so I told him to sleep some more since it’s our day off.” Jonghyun’s brows crease further in worry.
“Is he alright?”
“He woke up coughing… I think he caught my cold.” the blond answers as he squeezes some honey into a mug, and Jonghyun sees something flashing in the younger man’s eyes as he makes his way toward the dancer.
“Are you making him something?”
“Just some lemon tea.”
“I’m sure he’ll appreciate it.” the older boy replies softly, patting his friend gently on the back as Kibum gives him a weak smile, aware of his attempt at dispelling whatever guilt his younger friend feels over the state of their leader.
“Why don’t you fix yourself some breakfast while I take this to Jinki?” the vocalist offers, reaching out to carefully grasp one mug with his hands. “You’re still recovering from your own cold,” he quickly adds, cutting off whatever protests that Kibum was about to make. There’s a moment of silence before his bandmate finally smiles at him gratefully and turns around to take a seat at the table with his own drink.
Jonghyun leaves the kitchen with the lemon tea in his hands, careful not to spill the hot liquid as he heads to Jinki’s bedroom after a quick detour by the bathroom to get the bottle of aspirins just in case. The door is already open when he gets there so he quietly slips in and makes his way to the eldest’s bed. There’s a blanket-covered mound there, and Jonghyun can’t help but slightly chuckle at the tuft of reddish brown hair peeking out of it as well as the small puppy sleeping right beside said hair.
Careful not to jostle any of the bed’s occupants, Jonghyun gingerly sits down on it and places the mug and the medicine on the nightstand before reaching out to where he thinks Jinki’s shoulder is and gently shaking it.
It takes a moment for the sleepy leader to stir awake but eventually a pair of tired, squinting brown eyes peering at Jonghyun jusr above the dark blanket and the shorter boy gives him a small smile.
“How are you feeling?” he asks, his fingers gently running through Jinki’s unruly bed hair before resting his palm on the latter’s forehead.
“Not too bad.” the older croaks out after a coughing bout, and Jonghyun almost rolls his eyes at the elder’s pained grin as he can clearly feel that Jinki’s skin feels slightly feverish.
“Kibum made you lemon tea with some honey, it should help with your throat,” the brunet replies, helping his bandmate sit up and propping up his pillow against the headboard before leaning him back against it while trying not to wake Comme des. “Drink it and then take an aspirin. You have a bit of a fever.” he continues as he lifts his legs, turns sideways and scoots back to sit next to Jinki.
The older boy nods as he accepts the warm mug pressed into his hands and takes a sip from it, careful not to burn himself. A soft sigh escapes his lips at the warmth surrounding him; the thick blanket covering him from the stomach and down, the tea slipping down his sore throat, the body pressed against his side and the strong arm wrapped around his shoulders, with fingers gently running up and down his arm.
“Are you hungry?” Jonghyun quietly asks Jinki once the mug is almost empty and some medicine has been taken. Comme des’ chooses that moment to suddenly open his eyes and blink at the couple. “We can order some soup from that place down the street.”
“Not right now,” the elder murmurs, letting his head drop to rest comfortably against one of the vocalist’s shoulders, his eyes close.
Jonghyun can feel the sleepiness crawling back over Jinki’s body so he reaches out with his free hand to pull the mug out of the latter’s grasp before putting it on the nightstand and grabbing a random book lying there to read for a few hours.
“Go back to sleep,” the brunet whispers, pressing a gentle kiss to his bandmate’s forehead, “I’ll wake you up for lunch.”
Jinki simply hums in reply and shifts slightly to wrap his arms around Jonghyun’s waist before snuggling into the younger vocalist, letting his soft breathing and heartbeat lull him back into dreamland.
Comme des whimpers faintly and scampers up on Jinki’s legs, lets out a yawn and finally settles down on the young man’s lap to go back to sleep.
Chibi Jinkibum, play prentend game|
“Jinki hyung will be the mommy and I’ll be the daddy.”
Jinki crossed his arms and, at the top of his 6 year old’s height, sulked down at his younger neighbour. “I don’t wanna be the mommy!” he replied petulantly, resisting the urge to stomp his feet because umma said big boys don’t stomp their feet! And I’m a big boy!
“I can’t be the mommy! I’m a boy!” the smaller brunet before him threw back, puffing his already chubby cheeks.
“I’m a boy too! And I’m older than you!” Jinki said, growing more and more frustrated at his playmate; the 4 year old merely glared at him.
“It doesn’t matter! My umma is older than my appa!”
“But Bummie’s prettier!” the older boy finally blurted out before warmth suffused his round cheeks. He watched as his neighbour stared wide-eyed at him before the latter looked away.
“Rea- really?” Kibum mumbled, suddenly shy; his cheeks tinted pink as he lightly swayed his body side to side nervously.
The older brunet beamed at him. “Yes!”
“But… I’m still a boy!” Kibum eventually replied, bottom lip sticking out in a pout.
“Well then we can both be daddies!”
“No we can’t!” Jinki blinked owlishly at his friend when Kibum’s round eyes suddenly started watering and his lips trembling.
“But why not?”
“Because- because then we wouldn’t be able to get married!” the 4 year old babbled tearily, “I want us to be married! Two boys can’t marry!”
“That’s not true,” Jinki answered with a frown, “one of my classmates has two daddies! She says they got married right after they brought her home because they wanted her to be part of their wedding!”
“R- really?” the smaller boy blubbered.
“Yes! And umma and appa says they’re really nice too!”
Jinki reached out to wrap his chubby arms around his friend to bring him into a comforting hug. Kibum quietly snuggled into the older boy, burying his slightly runny nose into a soft shoulder as he sniffled noisily.
“We can both be daddies, Bummie,” the taller boy continued, gently patting his neighbour’s back as he felt the latter’s body relax against his, “and we’ll have a house and a puppy!”
“Ok,” the other boy pulled back slightly, red nose and wet eyes crinkling in childish happiness, “hyung will be my husband and I’ll be your husband!”
And then Kibum stood on tiptoes and pressed his puckered lips on Jinki’s unsuspecting ones to seal their agreement.
What they didn’t know was that years later they would be repeating a similar scene, and this time there would be no game or pretending.
Onkey. Americano coffee.|
Jinki stiffened behind the counter when he heard the wind chimes tinkle as the café’s front door opened; it was 7:08 in the morning, which meant that the good-looking blond was probably the one who just came in. The young male had been a regular for approximately the last two months and came in everyday at around the same time and despite the fact that they had barely spoken, it had only taken three days for Jinki to feel the first butterflies in his stomach whenever he saw this boy. The barista carefully put down the hot tray of chocolate croissants that had just came out of the oven on the marble counter before turning around and taking off his mittens as he faced his client.
“Good morning,” he smiled, trying not to stutter as he looked up into a pair of feline eyes, “your usual?”
The young man in front of him nodded sleepily in response and Jinki turned around to prepare the order. It was almost second nature for the redhead to prepare coffee now and so Jinki did most of it by instinct while he wondered once again about his client.
For one thing, the blond came in every single day, even on the weekends, very early in the morning. He had to be around Jinki’s age so the barista assumed that this boy was most likely a student based on the different colorful backpacks, messenger bags, briefcases and such that he carried around as well as the notebook he was always hugging to his chest and the various pens or pencils sticking out of a pocket or two. What puzzled Jinki however, was why the male also came in on Saturdays and Sundays at the same early time too. The eccentrically dressed boy always came in more or less awake and alert during the weekdays but on the weekend it was obvious that he would have rather stayed in bed.
No more wondering, Jinki absentmindedly poured two shots of espresso and some hot water into a large pastel yellow paper cup as he thought about the conversation he had the day before with his cousin and part-time baker Jonghyun, today I will actually talk to him and find out more about him! An idea flashed through his mind and Jinki reached over to grab a brown paper bag and dropped into it a still warm chocolate croissant.
He turned around with the cup and pressed a plastic brown cap over it as he carefully put it down on the counter before gently pushing it over to the blond. There was already a specific amount of money on the wooden surface waiting for him and so Jinki picked upthe coins and bills and rung up the other male’s order on the cash register.
Out of the corner of his eyes the barista saw pale fingers wrap around the hot beverage and he glanced up to see his client press it against his mouth and take a small sip. Jinki felt the butterflies in his stomach fluttering around even faster as a small smile drew itself on the latter’s cupid bow lips.
“Here,” the redhead literally shoved the paper bag at the other male, “fresh out of the oven.”
The boy blinked at him in confusion, suddenly wide awake.
“It’s on the house,” Jinki added, pretty sure by now that his cheeks were probably almost the same shade as his hair, “you come in everyday and always order only an Americano. I thought maybe you’d want something sweet to balance it out for once, I mean I know I can’t stomach black coffee myself so I don’t know how you do it but-“
“Thanks,” the other boy chuckled, cutting off Jinki’s rambling, “I have a hard time with sugar and stuff in the early morning so I always only get an Americano to at least keep me awake for my morning classes.”
“Ah, see I thought you were a student with all the stuff you carried around but then you always make the effort to come in early even on the weekends when it’s obvious it’s days off and you could be in bed sleep and you know it’s Saturday today so I thought-“
“Oh,” the younger male spluttered on the sip of coffee he was talking, interrupting Jinki’s word vomit once again, “I… Um, I like yo- THE COFFEE! I really like the coffee here a lot, you know? You guys have the- the best espresso! And I’m very busy with school assignments the rest of the day and- and.. so yeah! Um…”
The barista stared, wide eyed, as the blond before him started blushing bright red. Maybe… just maybe, Jinki thought, a small grin appearing on his face, Jonghyun was right after all. The younger male started fidgeting under his gaze.
“Here,” he repeated, handing the paper bag over the other boy once again, “chocolate croissant. You can just eat it later if you’re not good with breakfast.”
There was a moment of silence and for a second Jinki felt himself slowly deflate as he wondered with growing dread if maybe he had been wrong after all.
That was until he felt slender fingers wrap around the paper bag he was holding out.
“Tell you what,” his client replied, cheeks still tinted pink, and Jinki thought he saw a twinkle appear in those crinkling feline eyes, “why don’t you ask your boss for a break since there’s no one else around right now and come have a seat with me? I’ll eat your croissant as long as you have some coffee with me. And it doesn’t have to be an Americano.”
“I already had coffee earlier,” Jinki replied and noticed the blond’s smile drop almost instantly so he hastily continued, “but I do feel like having some hot chocolate.”
There was a pause as the words sunk in for the student and Jinki saw the relief appear in the younger male’s eyes and the mirth returning to his face.
“Well then don’t make me wait! I’m a client here,” the blond teased, before asking worriedly, “do you need to tell your boss or something though?”
Jinki laughed as he started steaming some milk.
“I’m the boss. My name’s Lee Jinki.”
The other boy’s eyes widened in surprised before he started giggling.
“Kim Kibum, I study fashion and design at the nearby university.”
Onew / Key. Both of them being sick at the same time.|
Kibum, like anyone else, hated being sick.
Being sick made Kibum an especially whiny, grumpy and moody person; a fact only known to those who knew him personally. Kibum knew to be more careful when they were in the public eye and instead became rather quiet and sedate when they were people, especially fans or the media, around.
The blond had been sick for a few days now, his mood having more or less pushed the rest of his bandmates, except for one, to avoid him back at the dorm. The only one Kibum usually allowed close enough without attempting to bite their head off when he was sick was their leader; no one could really get mad at Jinki to start with, secondly they were roommates and finally… well because the older member was his boyfriend. That and the fact that the light brunet often took it upon himself to take care of whoever that was sick made it all the more difficult to get irritated at him.
Jinki was especially compliant around Kibum when the latter was sick and the younger boy took great pleasure in clinging to him and ordering the vocalist around as much he could. As usual Jonghyun, Minho and Taemin scattered like flies around the dorm and left it, with much relief, gratitude and some guilt, to Jinki to handle their resident fashionista. The pair was scheduled as guest DJs on Sukira very soon anyway so it was better to irritate Kibum as little as possible and not make it more difficult for their leader.
Three days into his cold and slowly getting better, Kibum was awoken in the middle by a loud cough. Instinctively he had almost cried out for Jinki to get him something to drink until he noticed that the one coughing was not him. The blond glanced around the darkened room in confusion until his eyes landed on the large blanketed heap and the way it shook in the other bed matching his.
The haze in Kibum’s mind quickly dissipated as he realized that it was his older bandmate that had been coughing. He felt the guilt trickle into him as he watched the bundle curl up further with each harsh cough. Somehow Kibum knew that this was most likely the other boy’s failed attempt at covering up his voice to not disturb the former’s sleep.
Kibum frowned and stared at the other bed for a moment before noticing the full bottle of water that was resting on his nightstand. His gaze softened and he grabbed the bottle before quietly crawling out his bed and padding over to the leader’s own.
Kibum stood over the large bump for a moment and then reached out to gently tug at the thick blanket before slipping underneath it, gluing himself to Jinki’s back. The elder stiffened for a second and then relaxed when he recognized the warmth hugging him.
Jinki disentangled himself and carefully turned over to face the younger man with a worried look. It was then that the latter saw the exhaustion in his boyfriend’s eyes.
“Do you need anything?”
“Me? What about you?” Kibum muttered back, “You’re the one that was hacking up a lung just now.”
“I’m sorry,” the brunet apologized, “Did I wake you u-?”
“Oh hush, it’s my fault that you’re sick now too,” the dancer sighed, bringing out from underneath the blanket the bottle he was still holding, “here, have some water.”
“But I got it for y-“
“And you need it more right now,” Kibum gently cut off, pressing the bottle into the other’s hands, “I’m already better thanks to you, hyung.”
Jinki stared at him for a moment before finally twisting the cap off the bottle and taking a few sip of water. Kibum then took the bottle back, recapping it and putting it back on the nightstand.
“Come on,” he whispered, wrapping his arms around the older boy and pulling him close, “let’s just sleep now. We can take our medicines together in the morning after I finally make us a little breakfast.”
“Are you sure?” Jinki murmured, voice growing groggy with sleep.
“You’ve done enough old man,” the other male replied, pressing a soft kiss to the leader’s forehead.
“Alright…” Jinki’s voice slowly trailed off as he snuggled into Kibum and let his mind drift off to sleep.
It didn’t take long for Jinki’s soft breath and warmth to pull Kibum along to dreamland.
Hey guys, don’t worry I didn’t forget about the 30 other prompts sitting in my inbox. You’re gonna have to wait for a bit though, because right now I’m unable to reply to any of them unless it’s a private answer but that would meaningless and/or useless since 99% of the requests are anon and I want ppl to be able to read them. I know I could just post your prompts with some completely new text entries but I actually want to empty/clean up my inbox without actually deleting your messages so basically the only way I can do this is to directly fill your request in my inbox and publish my answer/fic from there.
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ontae; valentine's day.|
The first thing Taemin sees when he opens his locker in the morning is a red rose and a small piece of paper attached to it with a red ribbon.
He eyes it for a moment, his still half-asleep brain not quite processing the situation. In the end he blindly grabs the book he needs for his math class and slams his locker close, heading to his classroom before the bell rings.
He bumps on his grinning boyfriend on the way and Taemin, still not fully awake, instinctively greets him with a quick peck to the cheek and continues trudging to his class, not noticing the way the other boy is staring at him eagerly.
When the second period rolls around, Taemin, now more awake, heads directly his chemistry classroom. He doesn’t bother with getting his book because today is a lab class and he’s teamed with Krystal. Krystal usually brings her book so they always share it on Tuesday.
His boyfriend is waiting for him in front of his chemistry room and the redhead is puzzled because usually Taemin doesn’t see him until lunchtime. There’s still hopeful look on the older student’s face that Taemin does notice this time. He’s not too sure what to make of that but still smiles and leans in to kiss the senior.
“Hi Jinki hyung.”
Jinki is still staring at him expectantly when a new voice rings out, calling for Taemin.
“Oh sorry hyung, Krystal and I need to start setting up the material before the bell rings. I’ll see you at lunch!”
Taemin presses another quick peck to Jinki’s lips and skips over to his teammate to help the latter set up their table. Out of the corner of his eye he notices Kibum magically appear beside a pouting Jinki, wrapping an arm around his waist and giving the elder’s shoulder a few sympathetic pats before dragging him away. In the end Taemin’s attention is pulled away by the test tubes rack he almost accidentally tips over and he forgets about what he’s just witnessed.
By the time lunch break rolls around Taemin is now fully alert (after Krystal had almost mistakenly mixed two liquids that could have created an explosion during chem). There’s a second rose with another note in his locker but Taemin pays no mind to it, only pausing to grab his lunch and scurrying off because he’s starving. His boyfriend and their friend Jonghyun are already out there waiting for the others when he arrives.
Jinki looks at Taemin yet again with hopeful eyes but the junior is too hungry too really notice. Instead Taemin plops down next to his boyfriend and proceeds to devour his lunch as Minho and Key appear.
He’s halfway through it when a male voice calls out his name and the group looks up to see another junior waving at the redhead.
“Taemin! The dance troop is meeting today!”
“Shoot, I forgot!” Taemin apologizes hurriedly before packing up his stuff and running off after Jongin, “I’ll see you guys later!”
He doesn’t turn around to see Jinki sulking behind him and Jonghyun trying to comfort the senior.
It’s the end of the day of the day and Taemin is exhausted as he drags himself out of geography class. He heads over to his locker to drop in some books and take out some others needed for his homework tonight. Taemin is so tired that he doesn’t even notice the three roses lying on the top shelf with the notes attached to them.
Instead he slams his locker close and heads off. Normally he would have waited for Jinki except Tuesday afternoons were student council meetings and as the older boys is the seniors’ representative, his boyfriend’s presence is important each week.
And so Taemin heads down the busy hallway (for some reason there seems to be some extra giddiness and excitement in the air today) and out the doors. He’s almost to the gate when a hand clamps itself down on his shoulder and turns him around. Taemin can only blink in confusion.
“Taemin,” the taller student frowns, “where are you going?”
“Home?” Taemin answers, more and more befuddled, “Is there anywhere I’m supposed to be?”
Minho stares at him for a moment before his brows loosen and he smiles exasperatedly at the clueless redhead.
“Do you remember what day today is?” Kibum asks, suddenly popping up behind the junior.
“Today? It’s Tuesday, right?”
“The date, Taemin.” Minho replies patiently, “What’s the date today?”
“February fourt- oh.”
“Yes, now go go back to your locker and go through it carefully. Hyung’s waiting for you.”
“What? But doesn’t he hav-“
“Council meeting was exceptionally cancelled for today.” Jonghyun cuts off, appearing beside him and shoving him back towards the school, “Now GO!”
“I’M GOING I’M GOING!”
Minho and Jonghyun can only shake their head fondly at their absentminded friend, their eyes alight with amusement as they watch him rush back into the building. Meanwhile Kibum looks up to the roof before waving at Jinki and sending him a thumb up.
A few minutes later they all look up to see Taemin running into the senior’s arms and kissing the air out of the older boy.
onkey,doctor jinki hitting on his patient|
“Hello Kibum-sshi. Please have a seat.”
“Thank you, doctor Lee.”
“No need for such formalities, Kibum-sshi.”
“Please don’t be so familiar, doctor.”
“Can we get back to original topic here?”
“Well technically we can’t really get back to it if you’ve just gotten her-“
“Right! So you mentioned a headache this morning, on the phone? And you have a lovely voice, might I add.”
“… It started this morning, not long after I woke up. I took an aspirin as you’ve suggested but it’s been several hours and it’s only gotten worst since.”
“I see, I see. Any idea what might have caused that pretty little head of yours to suffer such pain?”
“… Could you please be a little bit more professional, doctor?”
“Oh but I am, Kibum-sshi. Otherwise I would’ve had you on my desk right at the moment.”
“DOCTOR! My baby is right out of your office in the hallway with your receptionist! Please refrain from being so… so crude!”
“Well you can’t expect a young man such as myself to not keep their hopes up when a hot thing like yourself comes in to see them on your day off.”
“That’s assistant-pharmacist Kim to you, doctor!”
“Urg fine, I give up! Didn’t we agree on being professional in the workplace? Why are you being like this Jinki?!”
“Relax babe! First off, it’s your day off. Secondly, there’s practically no one around because my shift is almost over and I’m the last one on duty in the endocrinology department for today which means there’s almost no patients left in the waiting room. Also, the receptionist doesn’t care. Hyoyeon thinks we’re the cutest couple ever.”
“Go home sweetie. I’ve already called my parents, they’re coming over to pick Taeminnie up in an hour or so. He’ll spend the night at their place.”
“We’re going out tonight, just you and me. So go home, put on your favorite outfit and primp yourself up like you enjoy doing so much. I’ll pick you up once I’m done here.”
“… I love you Jinki.”
“I love you too. And I’m pretty sure our late night activities will be the best remedy against your headache.”
“… you’re an idiot, doctor Lee.”
Onkey, Onderella and his step sis.. uhm brother Key, Jjong might cameo as the step mother|
It was Friday evening.
It was Friday evening and Onew was stuck at home alone.
Well it wasn’t like he could go out anyway.
There had been an announcement made in the newspapers a month earlier, one that involved a grand ball, the royal family, the reveal of the crown prince and a search for a
It was harder still when Onew had gone to school and all of his friends and classmates had not stopped talking about it, their febrility growing as the day of the event approached. There had been disappointment when Onew had informed them that he could not make it - he made us some vague excuse about going out of town to visit some family for the weekend (although he really had no family left) and eventually everyone had bought it. To say he was disappointed would have been an understatement; here was one of the grandest event of the year and nearly every young and/or single people, including Key, in the kingdom were going but him.
Big gatherings and parties weren’t exactly his type of things but feeling excluded wasn’t something he really liked either.
His friends had asked yet again on their way home from school if he was sure he was not coming and yet again Onew could only decline with a forced grin, knowing fully well that his step
Fast forward some hours and there he was, slouched over the kitchen table. His step
Each and every time Onew had to keep his jaw from dropping in awe.
Not long after they had left his younger friend Taemin appeared at his house, trying to convince him to sneak out and into the royal party but even then Onew was still reluctant. In the end, despite the makeover he was given (or forced into), the older boy had not budged and Taemin had sulkily headed off on his on to the royal ball.
There was already a plate of kimchi, a few rolls of tuna kimbap and some warm rice set on the table as Onew dozed off, waiting for the bubbling pot of dakbokkeum tang on the stove to simmer for a little longer.
There was a sudden noise right at his front door, jerking Onew awake. He rubbed his eyes as he heard the door open and close noisily before someone could be heard taking off their shoes. Onew tensed when a pair of feet headed towards the kitchen.
Key appeared in the doorway, glancing around until his eyes landed on the older boy.
“… Hi? What are you doing here?”
The blond shrugged and made his way over to the table, taking the seat facing Onew.
“It was boring so I snuck out while
“But… what about the prince?” Onew asked, befuddled.
“The prince,” and at this Key let out a derisive snort, “is Minho.”
“Minho? You mean froggy-eyed star captain of the soccer team Minho? Our friend Choi Minho?”
“The one and only, hyung.” Key chuckled, “You should’ve seen everyone’s reaction.”
“And what about yours?”
“Me? I already knew actually,” the blond answered, “Minho told me last week. I guess he needed someone he could talk to because the secrecy and all of the talking and publicity was starting to get to him.”
“So why aren’t you with him right now? Wouldn’t he need your support?” Key laughed loudly.
“You do remember that him and Taemin are already dating, right? Minho actually managed to catch Taeminnie before the big reveal and told him everything. They fought.”
“What?” Onew cried in alarm, “they fought!?”
“Oh everything turned out just fine,” Key retorted, and amused grin forming on his pink lips, “Minho nearly gave the king and queen heart attacks by deciding to reveal his identity earlier than scheduled before publicly announcing that he was happily in love with Taemin and had no need of any other boyfriend or girlfriend. Taemin immediately forgave him.”
“Oh. Okay so why didn’t you stay for the party?” Key quickly looked away at Onew’s inquiry, a soft blush appearing on his cheeks.
“It was boring and Jonghyun was in his stupid drama queen mode. I like hanging out with you a lot more. And your home cooked food is much better,” he eventually stammered after a moment of silence.
Onew blinked at the younger male but when the words finally sunk in he beamed and stood up, making his way to the stove.
“So about some spicy chicken stew then?”
“… Only if it’s a date, hyung.”
“You look way too good for me to not make a date out of this.”
Onkey, where Kibum is more innocent than Taemin and Jinki is more pervy than Jjong~|
“WHAT ARE YOU GUYS DOING.” Jinki sighed and detached his lips from those of the blushing boy in his arms.
“Ah Kyuhyun hyung, what are you doing here?”
“Jonghyun let me i- NEVER MIND WHAT I’M DOING, WHAT ARE YOU GUYS DOING.”
“We’re making out?” Kibum answered placidly (despite the pink in his cheeks) from Jinki’s lap, rather unamused and just slightly embarrassed at being interrupted by their sunbae, “I’m pretty sure you’re perfectly aware of what we’re doing.”
“But- right here? In the living room? Where anyone can walk in? IN FRONT OF TAEMIN?”
“You don’t actually think he’s think all that innocent do you Kyuhyun hyung?” Minho asked distractedly from his place on the floor, his eyes on the tv screen as he maneuvered a CGied soccer player around with the controller in his hands.
“Hyung,” Jonghyun brushed by from behind him and headed for the couch, “when Taemin shared a room with those two, he used to lock himself into manager hyung’s room to watch porn on his laptop. Now”, the short brunet glared at the maknae as he sat down, “he regularly locks me out of our shared bedroom to watch it.”
“He can’t be-“
“And have you seen Jonghyun and Taemin’s special performance in our concert?” Kibum retorted, snuggling into the leader’s embrace before (not so subtly) dragging his lips across the older boy’s throat and looking up at the latter with a coy smile, as if to gauge the leader’s reaction. Kyuhyun’s eyes widened further.
“BUT- HE… YOU-“
“Besides,” Jinki retorted flippantly, hands sliding down to firmly cup Kibum’s buttocks, earning a startled squeal from the pale boy, “You don’t actually think that none of us have ever caught you and Sungmin hyung in action whenever we drop by your dorm, do you?”
“You’ve forgotten to lock your bedroom’s door a few times,” Taemin commented casually, mouth full of cereals as he watched Minho try to kick the ball in the game.
“Now if you’ll excuse us,” Jinki stood up from the armchair, taking with him the blonde in his arms.
“We’ve got some personal matters to take care of” Jinki interrupted, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively at Kibum and the younger male giggled, “So we’ll see you all later.”
“Don’t forget to lock the door!” Jonghyun yelled at them, snorting as he played with his cellphone.
Jinki only glanced back at them with smirk as he carried Kibum back to their bedroom.
“Hi Sungmin hyung, it’s Taemin. We’re doing great! Yeah, Kyuhyun hyung’s here, could you come and pick him up? We know he just got here but he kinda fainted. Hum? Oh we just told him that we’ve walked in on you guys a few times. I know right? I don’t know why Kyu hyung’s overreacting so much! Sure, we…”