Drabble Bakery / Jonghyun
Idol!Au / Fluff
Words count: 799
For anon, I hope you like it! - M
After four years of relationship, you learned something.
It was impossible not to be enchanted to watch Kim Jonghyun. The way in which the spectacles slipped at the tip of his nose as he wrote quickly in his notebook, or when he played with Roo and lent more attention to her than to you, or even only when he smiled and noticed the people beside him light up and melt for that Marvel. You were no longer surprised at the effect that your boyfriend had on people, what still surprised you was the effect he had on you.
The day began in the usual way, Roo asking for attention and his master who started playing with her while you were hiding between the sheets. Too tired to get up or do anything else.
The barking of the little of the house had completely woken you two hours later and you had found yourself dragging your feet to the bathroom, crave that long bath you wanted from the night before and that, of course, you hadn’t done because to see your fiance after two months had brought other consequences, especially physical.
And it would be all right if you hadn’t found yourself on the couch, a book on your legs and a cup of tea on the side table next to you. Because you knew exactly what happened when he found you staring at him. The ironic comments began, his lopsided smile and the shimmer in his eyes always translated into “tickle War”.
But it had been stronger than you. He sat on the floor with the laptop resting on his thighs and had started composing bases filling the living room with sounds that you knew you would appreciate. After ten minutes you had begun to observe him trying to seem as discreet as possible. Small fleeting glances, immediately interrupted when he moved his head and looked like he was going to turn towards you. Longer glances, enchanted by his high cheekbones that rose every time the smile appeared on his face. And in the end you had surrendered, your book completely forgotten and your mind that traveled quickly dreaming to sit beside him and started brushing with the fingertip of your index his jawline, then follow that wake by replacing your finger with your mouth.
“Staring isn’t a good thing, you know??”
“Oh fuck,” You cursed and threw the book on the Couch, breaking free from the blanket and running into the kitchen to avoid the beginning of his torture. “Oh fuck, fuck, fuck,” Your voice came out more trembling than you thought, your stomach in full revolt with the butterflies fluttering in freedom and your heart with its erratic beat. You hid behind the door, knowing perfectly that he would follow you and especially seen your safe haven.
The countdown began in your mind and was barely seven when his slightly cold hand slipped under your shirt, making you jump suddenly and yelling at him because it seemed to have an icicle pressed against the skin.
“JONGHYUN, YOUR HAND!”
“It’s you who is cold, Jagi,” he chuckled letting his hand slide on your hips and pressing slowly his fingers he grabbed you better dragging out of your hiding place. Directly in his arms, “Why were you staring at me?” He inquired with a smirk, laying his other hand on your shoulder and starting with his fingers to move the wide neck of the shirt so as to discover your skin, “at first I thought that the music sucked and you were staring at me to ask me to stop. ”
“Fool, you know your music never sucks.. Except for that nasty song you’ve never published for my luck.”
“Don’t mock me, hey. You’re the one caught on the fact, it’s you who must pay, ” he snorted like a child, while you threw your arms around his neck; intertwining your hands behind him letting his smile melt you completely.
“What do you want me to do, sir? I will accept any punishment for my crime. ”
He smiling biting the tip of your nose, making you giggle and shutting your eyes slightly. His hands, under your shirt, began to run along your hips and then up your back as the silence increased and you imagined that he was preparing for his attack. Tickle was always his favorite weapon because you were the most ticklish person in the world.
“Go back to bed, cuddling and a marathon of your favorite dramas.”
“Why mine and not yours?” Curiosity dripped your question, as you began to caress his hair ripping a small and tender moan that broke on your lips.
“Because every time you look at me that way, I feel the luckiest person in the world Jagi.. You deserve a prize, too. ”