Updates: The always wonderful FreaKEY-OnAir will be subbing Key’s weekly cuts from his current drama, Lookout, and they’ve also provided download links for some of their previously deleted videos, which you can find here! And a late update on Jonghyun’s Sketchbook episode—KBS World no longer uploads the program, but I’ve added a couple of alternate subbed versions to the post!
Can I request Cheiloproclitic with JongKey please~
Cheiloproclitic – Being attracted to someone’s lips.
L I P S | Jongkey | G
“Jonghyun, do you want to fail?”
Jonghyun’s mind processed first how Kibum’s lips moved differently. Before, Kibum’s lips would often curve into the same words. B, they folded together and were pulled back into his mouth; U, they opened, revealing the redness of his mouth; S is all tongue; on T he closes his mouth a little and his tongue flicks to the roof of his mouth; I is the release, mouth now wide enough for Jonghyun to see all of Kibum’s white teeth; with C and K he raises his tongue and the sound emerges from the back of his throat; E is a sounded, direct exhale; and his lips near each other slowly on T. Eventually, they meet one another, his pink lips closing as the word formulates in the air.
There are other words Jonghyun can see, having stared at Kibum’s mouth and his lips so much–combined with the fact that Kibum is simply repeating the basic English conversation about a bus ticket they had learned in English class earlier that day.
Kibum’s mouth opens so wide on “have,” on “leave” the sound is wet yet airy, and with “when” the exhale of his breath is soft and the click of his tongue at the end is suggestive of something more. Of whatever’s waiting at that questioned time.
Jonghyun likes “you” the best. Kibum’s lips purse together into a pink and round button with a single hole in the middle. And the sound is low and melodic, just one syllable without any thuds and clamors at the end. It is only a exhale, given sound like the way the clouds give earth rain. Naturally, healthily, beautifully.
Korean is different on Kibum’s lips. Not that the language makes his words or voice or tone or mouth any less beautiful, but he has to move differently because of the nuances of the language.
When a sentence in English is completed, the mouth slowly closes. First the tongue rises to encumber future noise, and then the lips meet each other. With Korean, the mouth tends to stay open, letting the final syllable ring through the air like a proud bell.
Jonghyun only realizes Kibum is speaking in Korean to him when those lips stay open for a beat too long.
“Huh?” he asks, blinking and raising his head from his hand.
Kibum sighs and leans back in his chair. “You do want to fail this class, don’t you?”
“Of course I don’t!” Jonghyun whines. A dozen pairs of eyes turn angrily to him and he clamps his mouth shut, lowering his voice. “It’s just hard for me to focus.”
“Whatever,” replies Kibum indignantly. “It doesn’t matter if you pass or fail. I still get my tutoring hours.”
“Hey, I’m your friend. You should care if I fail.”
“Whatever,” Kibum says. “I’m tired. Come on, I’ll drive you home.”
“Sure,” Jonghyun exhales, holding back his disappointment that he won’t be able to watch Kibum speak anymore.
It sucks enough in English class that Kibum’s basically become the unofficial teacher’s assistant, meaning he spends the entire class period helping out other students rather than sitting right next to Jonghyun like he should be. So Jonghyun can stare at his lips. Like he does in every single other class.
Jonghyun likes to say Kibum is the reason he’s a C+ student. Regardless of the fact that he’s been a C+ student his whole life and he only met Kibum in 8th grade.
He follows Kibum to the parking lot, eyes at first trained on his friend’s shoes and then slowly traveling upward to his ass. Jonghyun thinks It’s a nice ass, as Kibum dances five days a week. He should add the caveat that, aside from pornographic videos, Kibum’s (clothed) ass is the only one he’s stared diligently at.
They jump into Kibum’s car and Kibum starts the engine.
“So,” Jonghyun begins expectantly.
Kibum snorts. “So?”
Jonghyun doesn’t know what he was thinking. He only lives about a minute away from the school by car, so he’s only got a minute.
“What words are on the next English quiz?”
“A bunch,” Kibum says with a shrug. His eyes are trained on the road ahead. “The list is on the website.”
“Yeah but do you know any of them? Like, off the top of your head.”
“Umm. I guess.” He taps his fingers against the steering wheel, thinking. “There’s airport, airplane, luggage, ticket, bus stop, bus, taxi, fare, seat, aisle…”
Jonghyun bites down on his lip, holding back against the whimper rising in his throat. The base of his spine is tingling, little sparks rising to his skin and spreading his body as Kibum’s voice curves around foreign sounds, as his lips are tucked inward, pushed again, pursed into a little pink circle, stretched thin over pronounced syllables. Even from the side, it’s a beautiful sight.
Jonghyun doesn’t realize they’ve arrived at his house until the car has stopped moving and Kibum turns to face him. “We’re here,” he states in Korean.
And Jonghyun doesn’t hear that. He sees Kibum’s lips move, his mouth hanging open as that final sound hits Jonghyun’s ear drums but doesn’t register in his mind. The only thing he is thinking of are Kibum’s lips, and that he wants them.
“Can you translate something for me?” he asks, his voice shivering with uncertainty and need.
One corner of Kibum’s lips twitches. “What?”
Jonghyun runs his tongue over his lips. “Kiss.”
K is when his mouth opens slightly to make room for the sound; I his lips open more; S they come closer but it his teeth that touch; S the letter is given voice through the push of his air between his teeth. He lips stay open at the end, teeth separating just slightly as the word escapes.
Jonghyun’s heart is pressing his rib cage with every desperate thud. The sparks have turned to an electricity that roars through his fans as though thunder had struck him in the chest. “Me.”
Kibum doesn’t hesitate. M his lips come together and contract inward, on E they release. Again, he doesn’t close them even though the word has been said. The sentence finished. He leaves his thick, pink lips open and Jonghyun stares at them.
He doesn’t know what to do past this point, but, fortunately, Kibum does.
He leans forward and in a clear and slow voice asks in English, “Can I kiss…” His lips curve into the familiar circle, and the sound is low and seductive but curves just slightly upward at the end. “You?”
Jonghyun nods numbly. “Yeah.”
He leans toward Kibum and their lips meet softly. For as good as Kibum’s lips look to Jonghyun, they feel so much better against his own.