Chapter 15
Never AgainA/N:
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i know i said i would update in a month but i was already writing this and without realizing anything i exceeded my max wordcount again...
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KIBUM'S POV
I don't know how long I was unconscious, I don't know what else happened but the only thing I thing I can remember is the sound of gun being fired. Jinki hyung! I bolted wide awake and looked around. I was still on the kitchen floor with my heart beating at an unusual fast pace, and then I saw Jinki hyung lying down a couple of feet away from me with blood covering his face.
He was unconscious and unmoving, and I couldn't help but let the tears fall from my eyes. He can't be dead, he can't be we're supposed to be together in this. I can't fight for myself all alone. I need him. Slowly, with shaking hands and feet I crawled towards his side. I took the upper part of his body and cradled his head, seeing the bluish purple bruises on both his cheekbones and some parts above both his eyes, his lip was busted and there was dried blood under his nose.
"Jinki hyung..." I whispered, carefully brushing the hair out of his face with my hands still shaking.
Relief washed over me when I felt his breathing through his nose, the light rising of his chest and the faint pulse on his neck. I kept trying to wake him up, shaking his body repeatedly because I want him to tell me that he's okay, that we're going to be okay. I felt him move slightly, a low groan coming from the back of his throat. Then, his eyes opened slightly, or I guess he forced to open them considering they were swollen around.
"Hyung, are you okay?" I asked, helping him sit and lean himself on me, his back against my chest and his head resting on my shoulders.
"Yeah, I'm fine," he coughed and a few splutters of blood came out from his mouth and landed on the floor. He groaned a little before saying, "They punch like little kids, it doesn't even hurt." He laughed but when he moved his body, I heard him mumble under his breath ", I think my ribs are broken."
"I thought he killed you, it scared me when they pulled the trigger and I heard the gunshot. I really thought you were going to die and leave me all alone," I can't stop crying, I mean how can I? I thought Jinki hyung died in front of me because of my father, if that happens I don't know what I'll do to myself.
Even though it might hurt him, I wrapped my arms around him and hugged him as tight as I could as I bury my face between his neck and shoulder. I felt him pat my head, a deep rumble sound coming from his chest reached my ears. How can he still laugh in this situation? He's beaten up to a pulp, he's covered in his blood and he still managed to think of all this as funny.
"Stop crying, Kibum. I'm not going to die, at least not in your father's hands because I'm not going to let him. This is just the beginning, baby, there's still more to come," he said, a pained smile on his face as he coughed again. We stayed sitting on the floor for a while; him trying to gather enough strength to stand while I tried to stop myself from crying.
I helped him stand up, taking his right arm and slung it over my shoulders as we walked slowly towards the living room. As we pass by the kitchen doorway, I saw a hole on the floor and guessed that they probably aimed the gun on the floor instead at Jinki hyung. I gently laid him down on the couch, gathering the pillows to make him feel more comfortable. I went to get the first aid kit from the bathroom upstairs and a basin of warm water with a clean towel. Carrying everything at the same time made it hard for me to balance them but I wanted to get down quickly and treat Jinki hyung's wounds and bruises.
As I wiped his face, I was starting to see how badly he was beaten up. His face was swollen, the image of those guys punching him again and again building in my mind and I had to fight back another urge to cry. I've been acting such a cry-baby ever since I ran away, always crying over the littlest things but it was hard not to when I keep remembering that there's someone - namely my father - who's out there waiting to hurt me and Jinki hyung when the chance comes.
It was already dawn when I finished treating Jinki hyung's face. The water inside the basin turned dark pink, the small tube of ointment empty, and the small pieces of wrappers of bandages were scattered around me. He was already sleeping before I could even finish, pretty sure because of the exhaustion from work and from the beating.
My eyes kept going over his face, seeing the damage they've done after I passed out. I poked his cheek softly, feeling the swollen skin dip against the pad of my finger. He stirred a little bit and I quickly retrieved my hand back. I decided to clean up everything I used, grabbing the wrappers in one hand while putting the towel in the basin and carried both towards the kitchen. As I threw the dirty water into the sink and the wrappers into the thrash can, I caught sight of the first few rays of the sunrise peeking through the clouds.
It looked beautiful - the orange glow on the horizon while the rest of the sky was still in its blue and purple hue. Even though it seemed to be good day, it won't still change the fear and the horror I felt last night when I saw my father. I swear, if only I'm strong enough I would get my revenge on him. I'll face him myself and I'm not going to back away even if he points a gun at my head.
I returned back to the living room and sat down on the floor beside the couch where Jinki hyung was lying. Now that the room was getting lighter because of the sun rising, it gave me a better look at his face. It was worse than I thought so instead I closed my eyes and laid my head down beside his arm, lacing our fingers and I fell asleep.
I don't know how long I was unconscious, I don't know what else happened but the only thing I thing I can remember is the sound of gun being fired. Jinki hyung! I bolted wide awake and looked around. I was still on the kitchen floor with my heart beating at an unusual fast pace, and then I saw Jinki hyung lying down a couple of feet away from me with blood covering his face.
He was unconscious and unmoving, and I couldn't help but let the tears fall from my eyes. He can't be dead, he can't be we're supposed to be together in this. I can't fight for myself all alone. I need him. Slowly, with shaking hands and feet I crawled towards his side. I took the upper part of his body and cradled his head, seeing the bluish purple bruises on both his cheekbones and some parts above both his eyes, his lip was busted and there was dried blood under his nose.
"Jinki hyung..." I whispered, carefully brushing the hair out of his face with my hands still shaking.
Relief washed over me when I felt his breathing through his nose, the light rising of his chest and the faint pulse on his neck. I kept trying to wake him up, shaking his body repeatedly because I want him to tell me that he's okay, that we're going to be okay. I felt him move slightly, a low groan coming from the back of his throat. Then, his eyes opened slightly, or I guess he forced to open them considering they were swollen around.
"Hyung, are you okay?" I asked, helping him sit and lean himself on me, his back against my chest and his head resting on my shoulders.
"Yeah, I'm fine," he coughed and a few splutters of blood came out from his mouth and landed on the floor. He groaned a little before saying, "They punch like little kids, it doesn't even hurt." He laughed but when he moved his body, I heard him mumble under his breath ", I think my ribs are broken."
"I thought he killed you, it scared me when they pulled the trigger and I heard the gunshot. I really thought you were going to die and leave me all alone," I can't stop crying, I mean how can I? I thought Jinki hyung died in front of me because of my father, if that happens I don't know what I'll do to myself.
Even though it might hurt him, I wrapped my arms around him and hugged him as tight as I could as I bury my face between his neck and shoulder. I felt him pat my head, a deep rumble sound coming from his chest reached my ears. How can he still laugh in this situation? He's beaten up to a pulp, he's covered in his blood and he still managed to think of all this as funny.
"Stop crying, Kibum. I'm not going to die, at least not in your father's hands because I'm not going to let him. This is just the beginning, baby, there's still more to come," he said, a pained smile on his face as he coughed again. We stayed sitting on the floor for a while; him trying to gather enough strength to stand while I tried to stop myself from crying.
I helped him stand up, taking his right arm and slung it over my shoulders as we walked slowly towards the living room. As we pass by the kitchen doorway, I saw a hole on the floor and guessed that they probably aimed the gun on the floor instead at Jinki hyung. I gently laid him down on the couch, gathering the pillows to make him feel more comfortable. I went to get the first aid kit from the bathroom upstairs and a basin of warm water with a clean towel. Carrying everything at the same time made it hard for me to balance them but I wanted to get down quickly and treat Jinki hyung's wounds and bruises.
As I wiped his face, I was starting to see how badly he was beaten up. His face was swollen, the image of those guys punching him again and again building in my mind and I had to fight back another urge to cry. I've been acting such a cry-baby ever since I ran away, always crying over the littlest things but it was hard not to when I keep remembering that there's someone - namely my father - who's out there waiting to hurt me and Jinki hyung when the chance comes.
It was already dawn when I finished treating Jinki hyung's face. The water inside the basin turned dark pink, the small tube of ointment empty, and the small pieces of wrappers of bandages were scattered around me. He was already sleeping before I could even finish, pretty sure because of the exhaustion from work and from the beating.
My eyes kept going over his face, seeing the damage they've done after I passed out. I poked his cheek softly, feeling the swollen skin dip against the pad of my finger. He stirred a little bit and I quickly retrieved my hand back. I decided to clean up everything I used, grabbing the wrappers in one hand while putting the towel in the basin and carried both towards the kitchen. As I threw the dirty water into the sink and the wrappers into the thrash can, I caught sight of the first few rays of the sunrise peeking through the clouds.
It looked beautiful - the orange glow on the horizon while the rest of the sky was still in its blue and purple hue. Even though it seemed to be good day, it won't still change the fear and the horror I felt last night when I saw my father. I swear, if only I'm strong enough I would get my revenge on him. I'll face him myself and I'm not going to back away even if he points a gun at my head.
I returned back to the living room and sat down on the floor beside the couch where Jinki hyung was lying. Now that the room was getting lighter because of the sun rising, it gave me a better look at his face. It was worse than I thought so instead I closed my eyes and laid my head down beside his arm, lacing our fingers and I fell asleep.
When I woke up, I screamed my lungs out because of what I saw in front of me. I was scared out of my wits when I saw Jinki hyung's discoloured face inches away from mine that I backed away from him immediately and clutched my chest. I could feel my heart racing against my chest as I stared at him wide eyed. "You scared me, hyung!" I exclaimed, going closer back to him and sat beside him.
"Do I really look that bad?" he asked. Apologetically, I nodded and hugged him by the side. "Yeah, I could feel it. My jaw hurts, I can't open my right eye, and my cheeks felt like they've expanded with the way they look from under my eyes."
"You kind of look like the guy from The Hunchback of Notre Dame," I said, earning a pinch from him that made me squeal.
"You're mean," he pouted and even though it looked awkward because of his face, it made me smile.
That morning, we decided to stay at home together - though it was more like Jinki hyung's decision that I stay home for today and since he can't go to work looking like he got out from a brawl with thugs he called his secretary to say he's sick. So now, we're both lounging on the couch watching movies we picked out from the shelf while wearing the couple pyjamas I bought for us for our third month-sary.
The movie currently playing was hilarious, but since we think that his ribs are broken, it was difficult for him to laugh. I told him we should go to the hospital to have it checked out but he kept saying that we can go later. It's been hours since he told me that and he still doesn't want to go.
"Come on, hyung. Let's just go, okay? If we don't go now, that might get worse," I told him when the movie ended, facing him and cupped his still swollen face between my hands to make him look at me.
He cringed a little bit when I squeezed him as a playful threat but felt bad about it afterwards when he cursed under his breath. "Are we going to the hospital or not?" I asked again, narrowing my eyes a little.
"Definitely not," he quickly answered. I scrunched my face and gave his face another tight squeeze that made him pucker his face. "Alright, alright! We'll go to the hospital just stop squeezing my face, it ing hurts you know!" he exclaimed.
"Okay, but stop swearing dammit!" I gave him one last squeeze to make him learn and he just cursed even more and much louder.
", Kibum!" He snatched his face from my hands and groaned, clenching and unclenching his jaw. "God, now my face hurt even more," he whined.
I covered my mouth to hide my laughter and leaned back on the couch. He also did the same and sighed, closing his eyes. After a while we didn't say anything and he just sat there unmoving. Is he going back to sleep? I thought we're going to the hospital? "Jinki hyung," I called and shook him by the arm only to be ignored. I pouted and tried once again. He kept ignoring me, sitting there with closed eyes and arms crossed against his chest. He can't be asleep already; he just leaned back like a minute ago!
So I thought of a plan that will wake him up. I got up from the couch, slung my leg over him and straddled him. He didn't move. I shimmied hard enough to shake him but he still didn't move! I puffed my cheeks out in frustration and move a little higher to his hips planting my hands on his stomach to support myself. I blew air on his face, making the few strands of hair fly away from his face. Is he really asleep or he's just purposely ignoring me?
I gave him a pat in the stomach and his shirt slightly rode up, which a light bulb above my head. Slowly and carefully, I uncrossed his arms from his chest, pulled the cloth of his shirt and ed it one by one, once in a while peeking to see if he's waking up. Every time a button comes off, more and more of his skin shows. This kind of waking up someone made me look like a ert, doesn't it? When all of the buttons were done, his torso was exposed completely to me and I couldn't help but let my eyes feast on the sight in front of me.
What was I supposed to do again?
"You like my body that much?" I jumped hearing him talk. I looked up to see him smirking with his eyes still closed.
"You wish, jerk! I'm only trying to see if you have bruises on your body, too, since you said your ribs hurt," I defended, standing up from his lap only to be pulled back down on top of him.
"Just stay here a little more," he said lowly. Being left with no options - considering he trapped me with his arms around my body - I agreed.
His skin felt cold against my touch, my ear pressed just above his chest and my hands were roaming a little bit. His breathing felt soothing; the rise and fall of our bodies at the same time that it seemed like we're breathing each other's air. Everything was perfect except for the constant ringing of my phone and thinking that it might be Jonghyun or my father I ignored it.
"Jinki hyung," I mumbled and he hummed in response so I continued, "If... If ever something happens, will you promise me that you will never leave me?"
I lifted my head and looked at him straight in the eyes. He just stared back at me, a serious look on his face. "Nothing's going to happen to us, Kibum, and if something does happen I'll still be here beside you. I'll never leave you and we'll be together forever. We'll just have to be strong for what will come to our way. Just trust and believe in me, Kibum. I'll find a way for us to get through this. And the one thing that I want you to do is stay here beside me and never leave my side and we'll make it through, you hear me? I need you in my life - no, your my life so you better stay."
I nodded and smiled at him as I leaned in to give him a kiss. He's my life, too, and without him my life will be pointless. He's turned my life upside down and changed me completely. Because of him, I've never felt so much happiness and love from someone. I felt free because of him. I felt so many things that I wasn't able to feel before, do things that I never knew I would, and love a person as much as I love him.
When I came to school, I couldn't help but feel as if someone was watching me. Even though I still have the bodyguards following me, I could still feel that there was someone keeping an eye on me. I would occasionally look around me, trying to find the familiar faces that had been hunting me at night for the past few days. I knew Jonghyun wasn't really a threat to me but it still scares me that he might be planning something with our father to destroy everything I have.
"Kibum-ah," I turned around to see Ms. Park walking towards me with a smile on her face. Even though all of my professors are nice to me, Ms. Park was probably the nicest to me although I don't know why that is. Sure, she's been my professor for some of my classes ever since I attended this school because she's an Art Teacher so for my art classes she's the one who supervises us. And well, I've been working with her for quite sometime now because of the exhibit the school will be having at the end of the year. Although sometimes, I feel like there's something else with the way she treats me but I don't want to accuse her of something that might not be true in the end so I just let it go.
"Yes, Ms. Park? Do you need something?" I asked her, putting down my palette and brush on the chair beside me. I wiped my hands a little, the paint staining my already ragged smock apron.
"I just wanted to see you work, that's all. How's everything coming along with your painting?" She stood beside me, looking at the canvas in front of us.
"Its coming along all right, although I'm just not sure if can do everything I promised before the graduation and the exhibit. I'm still not half way through and even though I'm skipping a lot of process for each painting it will still take a lot of weeks to finish them, well half of them at least. After that, I have limited time and there might be unfinished ones," I explained, feeling apologetic that I haven't been as productive as before and it’s actually frustrating me.
"Yah, its fine if you can't do all of it. It’s not like we're forcing you to do it, Kibum. Besides, all of us know that finishing at least a hundred paintings isn't likely to happen in just a couple of months. So, just take your time, relax and don't feel any pressure because no one's going to hate you if can't finish all of it. If they get mad, just flip them off and walk away with your head held high, okay?"
I smiled at her nodded. I picked up my palette and brush and continued doing my work with her still beside me. We talked the whole time and even though she's double my age, it felt like I'm talking to a teenager with the way she gushed when the topic of our conversation about my relationship with Jinki hyung. She asked about how we were doing, how long it has been since we started going out and the things we've done as a couple. She was teasing me of course, saying how she envied young love and how she wished she could go back in time to reminisce her days with her then boyfriend who is now her husband.
They started going out when they were still in high school - high school sweethearts - but they went to different universities for a couple of years with the promise of coming back together when they graduate. And that's what they did and not long after they got married, they had a daughter one year after and the next three years they had a son. It was like hearing a fairy tale when she told me about it. It wasn't easy finding true love but she found hers in just one try. Well, I found mine, too, in just one try.
When I got home, Jinki hyung was already there. It surprised me because there's still at least two more hours before he had to be home. He was in the kitchen, probably cooking because of the smell of food in the air and the sound of something bubbling and sizzling. He's still in his dress shirt and slacks, and I was about to scold him for not changing because his clothes might get ruined when I notice he was wearing the blue apron I bought for him that he rarely use.
I've been standing by the kitchen doorway for quite sometime and he still hasn’t realized that I was home. Thankfully I was wearing socks, so slowly I padded towards him without making a sound and hugged him. "Whatcha doin?" I asked, peeking over his shoulders to see what he's cooking.
"God, you scared me, Kibum!" he spun around and it almost made me laugh seeing he has sauce and flour on his face. "Why'd you do that?"
"I didn't want to interrupt you but since I've been standing by the doorway for a while and you still haven't notice me I decided to shock you a little bit," I pursed my lips a little looking at him with wide eyes for extra effect.
"Kibum, I'm cooking and what you're doing right now is really distracting me," he said, his eyes darting to my lips and lingering for quite a while.
"Fine, I'm not going to distract you," I said, pulling away from him. "But you might want to take care of that," I pointed towards his crotch where a bulge was already forming. I laughed at him and walked away. Hmm, I guess it's understandable that he's getting aroused considering we haven't had in weeks.
I went upstairs to wash up and change and afterwards I headed towards the studio Jinki hyung created when I moved in with him. I haven't been able to use this room often because all my work are at the school, and they wouldn't fit here. Still, I have a few things in here that I use for school assignments and stuff.
Taking out a new canvas, I set up the easel and gathered everything I needed. Squeezing a few colours on the palette, I dipped my brush on the paint and within minutes I was getting an image on the cloth. I was so caught up in painting that I didn't hear Jinki hyung come up behind me. "Working a new one again?" he asked, his chin resting on my shoulder as he hugged me from behind.
"Yeah, I still need to make more before the exhibit and I only have a few months left," I sighed.
My concentration on the painting was slowly disappearing when I felt hands untying my smock from behind my back and the cloth falling on my feet. I chose to ignore the fact that since its gone, my clothes might get paint on it. And then those hands went under my shirt, rough hands sliding against the expanse of my stomach and chest that I gasped. "Am I distracting you?" he whispered. God dammit, he's totally getting his revenge on me!
"Y-yes, you are," I replied almost choking with what his hands are doing to me. I felt him tweak a sensitive spot on my chest that really made squeal and moan against my will. Oh dear, there goes my dignity.
"You know I still have that little problem earlier. I think it doesn't listen to me anymore," I felt him smirk against my ear.
I turned around and just kissed him, dropping whatever's on my hands and pushed him to the floor. We kissed hungrily, realizing that even though we always kiss, it's been awhile since we were like this. The desire was definitely fired up, both of us getting heated from passion. We both struggled to get our clothes off, but as he rolled us over with him ending on top of me, we accidentally knocked over my small shelf of paints, the cans that I've opened falling on top of us covering our bodies with colours. Good thing we still have our clothes on. We stopped for a moment, laughing, as we took the metal lids sticking to us and after there's none left, we immediately strip off our clothing and we resumed our love making.
An hour later...
I've never felt so exhausted in my entire life - my hips were definitely bruised from where Jinki hyung gripped me, my is burning and it felt like my knees have turned into noodles. Why did I even let him get so rough with me? How the hell am I supposed to be focused tomorrow when my body's in pain or even sit properly when my felt like someone is slapping it every time it touches any freakin' surface?
"That was definitely the best we've ever had, baby," he said. I looked down at him since his head was resting on my stomach, and saw that he had that wide smile on his face. "I can't believe this is the first time we've tried doing that. Isn't it amazing?" he turned to look at me, and he looks really happy as if he had accomplished something big. Well, I guess if you consider having six s in an hour then maybe it is something to be happy about.
"Are you kidding me? It feels weird having something sloshing inside of you and then dripping between your legs, idiot! Once is enough but flooding my six times is definitely weird," I told him, slapping him slightly on his shoulders. Just then, my stomach grumbled, "You didn't even let me eat."
"Actually, I came up here to tell you that the food is ready. But I forgot all about it because the dessert in front of me is just really tempting," he replied cheekily. "We can heat the food up if you want."
Then, the unexpected happened - visitors intruded our house and caught us here in this situation making it impossible for us to hide or even ran away. Although it was a good thing that Jinki hyung had his pants back on and I have my clothes on me otherwise the embarrassment would be worse.
"Jinki hyung! Kibum hyung!" Taemin bolted inside the room - holding his video camera as always - with a big smile on his face. Minho was right behind also with a smile as he waved at us. "Hyungs, are you guys trying body paint yourselves?" Taemin asked, squatting down beside us as Jinki hyung sat up and he tried to help me up as well.
"Why do you guys have smudges of paint on yourselves? And why are there cans everywhere?" Minho kicked one slightly, making it roll and more paint leaked out of it. I glared at him for creating more mess.
"What are you two doing here? Aren't you supposed to be home or something?" Jinki hyung asked back, looking up at Minho with his brows raised.
"Taemin said he wanted to take a shot of you two because he needs a new of footage since last week, you weren't available with how your face got rearranged," Minho teased, so I threw him whatever I grabbed - which turned out to be a freaking plastic cup I use to put my brushes in. Curse my bad luck.
"This shade of white is disgusting, it’s like it's expired or something because it looked kind of clear and translucent but there're bits of white. And it feels really weird to be paint," Taemin said, dipping his finger on the white stuff off the floor. As soon as the words sunk into my head, I realized what it was.
I saw Minho scrunched his face - I think he remembers that I use water-based paints when I'm at home because they're odourless - and then what he said next proved it. "Tae, that's not paint."
"Huh?" Taemin turned around to face him, his index finger and thumb rubbing the stuff against each other.
"The room doesn't smell like paint to me, what do you think it smells like?" I waited for his answer, half-anticipating his reaction when he finds out. I saw Jinki smile as he caught on and I can't help but giggle.
Taemin sniffed the air around like a dog, his face scrunched up. "It smells like..." he thought about it for a moment, his eyes showed that he was concentrating and said, "It smells like , so?" he turned to face me and Jinki hyung, his head tilted with a bored expression on his face, and then as he caught on his eyes grew wide and he screamed, "Oh God! Eww! What the ! Who's is this? You guys are so gross, you could've have at least warned me you know!"
He grabbed a random cloth and wiped his fingers on them, his face full of disgust and he kept cringing. Jinki hyung and I busted out laughing. "Haha!! That's what you get for barging in inside my house, Lee Taemin!" Jinki hyung guffawed beside me as we kept laughing. Minho was also laughing, clutching his stomach and even though Taemin glared at him, he only laughed louder.
"God, now I have to boil my fingers off and possibly have them cut off," Taemin grumbled.
"Stop acting all innocent, Tae. It's not like you've never seen that stuff before," I told him, finally calming down.
"Yes, I have Kibum hyung. But I do not - and ever - wish to touch someone else's other than mine or Minho hyung's," he retorted back, making Minho flush a little bit.
"It's all the same, Taemin. Water tastes like water no matter if you got them from the mountains or the springs because they're all the same. is just like it," Jinki hyung said, leaning his head on my shoulders as he wrapped his arms around me on my waist.
"Okay, first, are different especially if they are from different people. Second, you guys are the worst ever for letting me touch it and even feel it. Touching my own brother's body fluids is the least thing I'll ever thought about doing in my life and now thanks to you, it will be a nightmare I won't forget. And third, this is just really weird and gross because talking about and life with my boyfriend, my brother and his boyfriend isn't really my thing."
"Whatever, why don't you two get out so Kibum and I can get us washed up," Jinki hyung stood up from the floor stretched his hand out for me and I took it so that I can get up. Ow, my and oh man there's still that stuff dripping.
"Fine, can we eat that food on the table? We haven't had dinner yet," Taemin said, heading towards the door with his back facing us. Jinki was about to say something but Taemin beat him to it, "And don't even think about saying no, Jinki hyung, it's the least you can do after I've gone through just now."
"Come on, Tae," Minho slung an arm over Taemin's shoulders and laughed.
When it was just the two of us in the room, Jinki hyung quickly went to get the door and locked it. He turned around and there a smile on his face that meant something else than being happy. "Uhh, I don't think so, hyung. If you love me, you'll stop otherwise I won't be able to walk and go to school tomorrow. Besides, if we go at it again it's going to take weeks to get them out of me. Unless you're trying to get me pregnant which is very unlikely to happen considering I don't have the right s to conceive a child."
"You can't stop me from dreaming, babe. Who knows, maybe a miracle will happen if you did get pregnant. Please, just a quick one?" He walked towards and hugged me by the waist, his eyes pleading - well, not just his eyes because his junior is definitely grabbing my attention between my legs.
"Fine, but we'll do it in the bathroom. I want to get rid of these paint on my body and your body fluids in and on me," I heard him mutter "I love you" to me as I grabbed his hand and dragged him to the bathroom across the hall. "Lee Taemin, Choi Minho! You two better not interrupt us or both of you are dead to me!" I shouted before slamming the door behind. And the rest is history, what else?
After we finished with our business and went down to eat, we saw that Taemin and Minho are still inside our house, lounging as if they own the damn place. "What are you two still doing here?" I asked, grabbing the remote and changed to channel to something else, making Taemin glare at me.
"Okay, rude," he said in a low tone, giving me an attitude to match it with. "We're still here because we don't have anything else to do," he replied.
"By the way, Jinki hyung," Minho called, "Your phone was ringing earlier but I don't know who's calling do you better look at it and check."
"Got it," Jinki hyung went to the bedroom for his phone. Not long after, he came back down and sat on the recliner chair. He stretched out his hand to me and I took it, thinking that he just wanted to hold hands, but then he pulled me and I ended up falling on his lap. "Dad wants to treat us for dinner this weekend," he whispered in my ear.
I looked at him shocked and confused at the same time. "Why?" I whispered back. Good thing the recliner is behind where Taemin and Minho are currently sitting and they can't see us.
"He said he hasn’t seen us together for quite sometime, so he wants to eat dinner with us." His hand held my face, his fingers brushing against my skin and his thumb was rubbing my cheekbone. I leaned against his touch and smiled, our eyes locked. "So you want to go?"
"Of course I'll go, it's your dad." I giggled like a little kid when he poked my nose after he kissed me and the moment was once again ruined.
"Stop making out behind us!" Both Taemin and Minho exclaimed without looking at us. Jinki hyung and I threw the square throw pillows near us at them and bull's eye! Right on their heads.
"That was definitely the best we've ever had, baby," he said. I looked down at him since his head was resting on my stomach, and saw that he had that wide smile on his face. "I can't believe this is the first time we've tried doing that. Isn't it amazing?" he turned to look at me, and he looks really happy as if he had accomplished something big. Well, I guess if you consider having six s in an hour then maybe it is something to be happy about.
"Are you kidding me? It feels weird having something sloshing inside of you and then dripping between your legs, idiot! Once is enough but flooding my six times is definitely weird," I told him, slapping him slightly on his shoulders. Just then, my stomach grumbled, "You didn't even let me eat."
"Actually, I came up here to tell you that the food is ready. But I forgot all about it because the dessert in front of me is just really tempting," he replied cheekily. "We can heat the food up if you want."
Then, the unexpected happened - visitors intruded our house and caught us here in this situation making it impossible for us to hide or even ran away. Although it was a good thing that Jinki hyung had his pants back on and I have my clothes on me otherwise the embarrassment would be worse.
"Jinki hyung! Kibum hyung!" Taemin bolted inside the room - holding his video camera as always - with a big smile on his face. Minho was right behind also with a smile as he waved at us. "Hyungs, are you guys trying body paint yourselves?" Taemin asked, squatting down beside us as Jinki hyung sat up and he tried to help me up as well.
"Why do you guys have smudges of paint on yourselves? And why are there cans everywhere?" Minho kicked one slightly, making it roll and more paint leaked out of it. I glared at him for creating more mess.
"What are you two doing here? Aren't you supposed to be home or something?" Jinki hyung asked back, looking up at Minho with his brows raised.
"Taemin said he wanted to take a shot of you two because he needs a new of footage since last week, you weren't available with how your face got rearranged," Minho teased, so I threw him whatever I grabbed - which turned out to be a freaking plastic cup I use to put my brushes in. Curse my bad luck.
"This shade of white is disgusting, it’s like it's expired or something because it looked kind of clear and translucent but there're bits of white. And it feels really weird to be paint," Taemin said, dipping his finger on the white stuff off the floor. As soon as the words sunk into my head, I realized what it was.
I saw Minho scrunched his face - I think he remembers that I use water-based paints when I'm at home because they're odourless - and then what he said next proved it. "Tae, that's not paint."
"Huh?" Taemin turned around to face him, his index finger and thumb rubbing the stuff against each other.
"The room doesn't smell like paint to me, what do you think it smells like?" I waited for his answer, half-anticipating his reaction when he finds out. I saw Jinki smile as he caught on and I can't help but giggle.
Taemin sniffed the air around like a dog, his face scrunched up. "It smells like..." he thought about it for a moment, his eyes showed that he was concentrating and said, "It smells like , so?" he turned to face me and Jinki hyung, his head tilted with a bored expression on his face, and then as he caught on his eyes grew wide and he screamed, "Oh God! Eww! What the ! Who's is this? You guys are so gross, you could've have at least warned me you know!"
He grabbed a random cloth and wiped his fingers on them, his face full of disgust and he kept cringing. Jinki hyung and I busted out laughing. "Haha!! That's what you get for barging in inside my house, Lee Taemin!" Jinki hyung guffawed beside me as we kept laughing. Minho was also laughing, clutching his stomach and even though Taemin glared at him, he only laughed louder.
"God, now I have to boil my fingers off and possibly have them cut off," Taemin grumbled.
"Stop acting all innocent, Tae. It's not like you've never seen that stuff before," I told him, finally calming down.
"Yes, I have Kibum hyung. But I do not - and ever - wish to touch someone else's other than mine or Minho hyung's," he retorted back, making Minho flush a little bit.
"It's all the same, Taemin. Water tastes like water no matter if you got them from the mountains or the springs because they're all the same. is just like it," Jinki hyung said, leaning his head on my shoulders as he wrapped his arms around me on my waist.
"Okay, first, are different especially if they are from different people. Second, you guys are the worst ever for letting me touch it and even feel it. Touching my own brother's body fluids is the least thing I'll ever thought about doing in my life and now thanks to you, it will be a nightmare I won't forget. And third, this is just really weird and gross because talking about and life with my boyfriend, my brother and his boyfriend isn't really my thing."
"Whatever, why don't you two get out so Kibum and I can get us washed up," Jinki hyung stood up from the floor stretched his hand out for me and I took it so that I can get up. Ow, my and oh man there's still that stuff dripping.
"Fine, can we eat that food on the table? We haven't had dinner yet," Taemin said, heading towards the door with his back facing us. Jinki was about to say something but Taemin beat him to it, "And don't even think about saying no, Jinki hyung, it's the least you can do after I've gone through just now."
"Come on, Tae," Minho slung an arm over Taemin's shoulders and laughed.
When it was just the two of us in the room, Jinki hyung quickly went to get the door and locked it. He turned around and there a smile on his face that meant something else than being happy. "Uhh, I don't think so, hyung. If you love me, you'll stop otherwise I won't be able to walk and go to school tomorrow. Besides, if we go at it again it's going to take weeks to get them out of me. Unless you're trying to get me pregnant which is very unlikely to happen considering I don't have the right s to conceive a child."
"You can't stop me from dreaming, babe. Who knows, maybe a miracle will happen if you did get pregnant. Please, just a quick one?" He walked towards and hugged me by the waist, his eyes pleading - well, not just his eyes because his junior is definitely grabbing my attention between my legs.
"Fine, but we'll do it in the bathroom. I want to get rid of these paint on my body and your body fluids in and on me," I heard him mutter "I love you" to me as I grabbed his hand and dragged him to the bathroom across the hall. "Lee Taemin, Choi Minho! You two better not interrupt us or both of you are dead to me!" I shouted before slamming the door behind. And the rest is history, what else?
After we finished with our business and went down to eat, we saw that Taemin and Minho are still inside our house, lounging as if they own the damn place. "What are you two still doing here?" I asked, grabbing the remote and changed to channel to something else, making Taemin glare at me.
"Okay, rude," he said in a low tone, giving me an attitude to match it with. "We're still here because we don't have anything else to do," he replied.
"By the way, Jinki hyung," Minho called, "Your phone was ringing earlier but I don't know who's calling do you better look at it and check."
"Got it," Jinki hyung went to the bedroom for his phone. Not long after, he came back down and sat on the recliner chair. He stretched out his hand to me and I took it, thinking that he just wanted to hold hands, but then he pulled me and I ended up falling on his lap. "Dad wants to treat us for dinner this weekend," he whispered in my ear.
I looked at him shocked and confused at the same time. "Why?" I whispered back. Good thing the recliner is behind where Taemin and Minho are currently sitting and they can't see us.
"He said he hasn’t seen us together for quite sometime, so he wants to eat dinner with us." His hand held my face, his fingers brushing against my skin and his thumb was rubbing my cheekbone. I leaned against his touch and smiled, our eyes locked. "So you want to go?"
"Of course I'll go, it's your dad." I giggled like a little kid when he poked my nose after he kissed me and the moment was once again ruined.
"Stop making out behind us!" Both Taemin and Minho exclaimed without looking at us. Jinki hyung and I threw the square throw pillows near us at them and bull's eye! Right on their heads.
(After this lovely moment everything will be going downhill for our onkey)
A/N:
well, it is clearly written right there above that the drama will begin next chap...
i thought that since everything will be sad after this, i wanted to create one last happy moment for all of them...
no more happy moments for onkey (spoiler!!!)
and everything is just going to be hard for both of them...
(mind checking it out??)
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