Chapter: 1/1 Word Count: 1,423 Pairing: JongKey Summary: In which Jonghyun finally convinces Kibum to ditch class and Kibum is unlucky. A/N: Stop procrastination 2k16
“C’mon, Kibum! Just this once, please. I swear we won’t get
caught.” whined Jonghyun, jutting his bottom lip out in a heartfelt attempt to
persuade the younger male.
Kibum frowned and nibbled his lip softly, genuinely torn. “I
can’t afford to get in trouble or miss any classes, Jjong. Exams are coming up,
Jonghyun grabbed Kibum’s hand from their secluded place by
the music room and entwined their fingers together. It was a perfect fit.
“Kibum,” he wailed desperately. “You’re always studying
these days, and I just want some quality time with you before your schedule
gets even more hectic. Just ditch this one time, I beg you!”
Kibum’s eyes travelled down to their interlaced hands and
signed in resignation, lifting his gaze up to meet Jonghyun’s. “Just this once,
Jonghyun. But I swear to god, if we get caught…”
A snort emitted from
Jonghyun’s throat, and he rose a dubious eyebrow. “If we get caught…?”
“…If we get caught, I won’t come to your house on Saturday.”
Jonghyun’s jaw dropped, gobsmacked. “But you know my parents aren’t going to be
“This or that, Jjong. Choose wisely, hon.” smirked Kibum,
feeling quite smug at the simplicity of manipulating his boyfriend.
Jonghyun pouted. He wasn’t meant to be the one stuck between
a rock and a hard place, yet there he was, balancing two equally inviting
options. With a deciding scoff, he tugged at Kibum’s hand and began to drag him
into the music room, closing the door behind them without a second glance.
“Well we aren’t going to get caught anyway, so…”
A hint of a smile flickered on Kibum’s face. “I’m trusting
you here, babe.”
“I know, I know. But no one comes in here anyway, Kibum.
Luck is on our side.” Jonghyun whispered, grabbing Kibum around the waist and
pressing him against the adjacent wall.
Kibum’s hands automatically slipped their way beneath
Jonghyun’s shirt, travelling lightly over every expanse of skin possible. Manicured
nails ran over the older boy’s firm torso, lingering by his pecks and grazing
teasingly over his pink nubs. A shiver travelled down Jonghyun’s spine, and unconsciously,
his grip on Kibum’s waist tightened.
Both males simultaneously leaned in for a kiss, lips gliding
against each other’s in a relaxed, sloppy manner. Jonghyun slid his hands into
Kibum’s jean pockets and pulled the feline boy even closer, revelling in the
sigh of content that slipped from Kibum’s lips. Their tongues began to dance
around each other, like flames licking at your skin in the event of a fire, and
the hum of content emitting from Jonghyun’s lips was inevitable.
Minutes passed like seconds, and soon, Kibum’s hands were
gripping at Jonghyun’s shirt and tugging it over his head. Their kisses were
more ferocious now, harder and more desperate as though the other would
disappear if they pulled away. Jonghyun’s golden skin lay bare, and although
Kibum was quite accustomed to the sight, he still marvelled at the sheer tone
of his body.
His fingers tangled in Jonghyun’s hair and pulled him down
for another kiss, however was interrupted as Jonghyun tutted in disappointment
and looked pointedly at Kibum’s attire. Kibum rolled his eyes and hurriedly began
to undo his crisp, white shirt, fingers fumbling on the buttons as he attempted
hurriedly to remove the layer from his body. Jonghyun laughed gently before
nudging Kibum’s hands away, unbuttoning the shirt himself much too slowly for
“Hurry up,” groaned Kibum, fidgeting from where he stood.
Jonghyun smiled and slowed his pace even more so, leaning down to place a
lingering kiss on Kibum’s pale neck. Kibum arched his neck to the side and
gripped Jonghyun’s shoulders roughly, wordlessly begging the older male to
And continue Jonghyun did, kissing and nipping and sucking
and licking at a now red spot below Kibum’s left ear. Kibum moaned, and it
seemed as though his mind was elsewhere because he took no notice of his shirt
which now lay crinkled upon the floor. Jonghyun kissed his way up back to Kibum’s
lips and ran his calloused palms over Kibum’s smooth, pale skin, basking in the
flawless feeling that was his boyfriend.
Kibum’s leg moved between Jonghyun’s thighs intuitively,
unintentionally eliciting a muffled whimper from the older student. He smirked
and continued to kiss Jonghyun senseless, grinding his leg against him once
more in pure spite and taking pride in the reaction gained from his actions.
Jonghyun threw his head back slightly and groaned, the tightness in his pants
become all too evident. He clutched Kibum’s waist and trailed his fingers
around to the crevice of his back, sending a trail of gooseflesh and tingles
wherever they made contact.
Their session continued at relatively the same pace, neither
male risking the chance to take things further in a classroom within their
school. Their tongues continued to battle for dominance and their noses bumped
roughly as they attempted to gain as much leverage as possible, leaving both
Jonghyun and Kibum a flushed mess when they finally pulled apart. Kibum leant his
forehead against Jonghyun’s and sighed contentedly.
“Y’know…I’m really glad you convinced me to ditch.” he
mumbled, eyes half lidded as he looked to gauge Jonghyun’s reaction.
Jonghyun laughed mirthfully and opened his eyes, creases
appearing like crows’ feet on the outer edges of his lids. “Is that an
invitation to do it more often?”
A fond smile grew on Kibum’s profile, and he leaned in for
one last peck before pulling away entirely. “In your dreams, Jonghyun.”
The bell signalling next period sounded through the room,
and Jonghyun and Kibum exchanged a wide-eyed look before hurriedly shoving
their shirts on and smoothening down their appearance. They half-heartedly made
sure they looked decent enough and nodded to themselves before making their way
to the door, fixing their strands of hair once again as they turned the knob to
the outside world.
Lingering giggles escaped their bodies as they stepped out
into the void corridor and it was like Jonghyun said; no one ever visited this
side of the school unless they had to. Well, almost everyone. Because much to
Jonghyun and Kibum’s horror, right outside the door stood the latter’s menacing
math teacher, glaring at them with the enough force to make knees tremble. And
tremble they did, despite Jonghyun’s valiant attempt to escape the daunting
“Hi, ma’am!” he exclaimed brightly, rocking back and forth
on his heels in faux nonchalance. “Kibum and I just had a spare so I was showing
him my new song. Would you like to take a listen?”
Kibum cringed, and screwed his face up in despair. “Jonghyun,”
he whispered frantically, causing the older male to look his way in confusion. “I
just had math.”
It was safe to say that whispering wasn’t Kibum’s forte.
“Oh did you now, Mr Kim? I wonder where, because it
certainly wasn’t in my class.” she spoke darkly, using her forefinger and thumb
to push her glasses up in scrutiny.
The two boys gulped simultaneously, and Kibum visibly
glowered at Jonghyun. “Guess who’s staying home on Saturday.” he grumbled
angrily, feeling no sympathy whatsoever for the crestfallen expression on
“Certainly neither of
you.” The teacher interrupted, diverting Jonghyun and Kibum’s attention back to
her in astonished intrigue. “You’ll both
be serving Saturday detention here, at school. I’d hope to see you both there,
because if not, certain calls can be
made. Am I clear, boys?”
Jonghyun and Kibum exchanged horrified glances, jaws
dropping in incredulity. “Y-yes, ma’am.” stuttered Kibum, fidgeting with his hands
as he refused desperately to make eye contact.
“I’ll see the two of you on Saturday, then.” she spoke,
looking down on them with disdain through her wired framed spectacles. “Hopefully
not attempting to devour each other’s faces this time.”
And with that, the teacher walked away, leaving two very
dumbfounded and horrified boys in her wake.
“S-she saw?” questioned Kibum softly, ears and neck flushing
an indescribable shade of crimson. Jonghyun’s face was in a similar state, and
he glanced at Kibum with an expression of pure guilt.
“Well…” Jonghyun attempted feebly. “At least we put on a
Kibum groaned loudly in embarrassment and sunk down to the
“I’m never going to math class again.” he whined in a high
Jonghyun patted his shoulder awkwardly from where he stood,
level of embarrassment nearly as high as Kibum’s. “So…” he began slowly. “Does
that mean you wanna ditch again?”
It was safe to say he received a ‘no’ in response.