It didn't really hit Kibum until they had stopped goofing off and laughing like fools. 

His hand hurt, a lot, and he was about ready to scream like a little girl when Jonghyun accidently landed on it as they were catching their breathes. A quick trip to the bathroom where both his and Jonghyun's damaged hands were treated had turned into something Kibum would never be able to not squeal about. Jonghyun on the other hand was kind of feeling the complete opposite as they stood in the doorway to his living room.

His Noona and his best friend were getting a bit too cozy together. The only thing that stopped him from ripping him away from Songdam were the dried tear tracks on his cheeks. He could easily understand the need for comfort when painful things were revisited and he would never take that comfort from someone he loved as much as he did Minho. But this was his Noona that just so happened to be in a dead sleep on his chest like he was the most comfortable thing she had ever laid on. He felt a shudder go down his back at the images his mind provided from the way his mind decided to word that thought. 

Ew. He so did not need to see that, mental image or not.

With a barely resisted urge to wake them both up in an obnoxious manor, Jonghyun tugged a...Nearly fanboying Kibum back to his bedroom and closed the door behind them. Kibum was very much still in his state of daydreaming as he was promptly pushed onto the bed by a sulking puppy. He bounced a few times before he sat up and squeezed his eyes shut in an odd display of- of, what exactly? 

"Kibum, that was my Noona and Minho. MINHO. I cannot...I just can't."

The only response he got in return was the most adorable nose scrunch and dimpled grin, that by the way never failed to make his entire torso feel light and warm and fluffy. Stupid emotions trying to distract him from the matter at hand.

"I knoooow, oh my God it was so cute! Why didn't you tell me they like each other? Maybe she wasn't flirting with me then."

Woah, wait, hold up, his sister had been flirting with his best friend AND his boyfriend?! He felt his jaw drop and his eyes widen. What in the world...?

As he sat down he felt a chin drop onto his shoulder and hair brush against his neck, quickly followed by a set of widened cat-like eyes peering at him.

Kibum raised an amused eyebrow and poked his cheek with a cute little smile on his lips.

"What, you didn't think girls would actually hit on me? Or maybe...Maybe you're jealous? Aw, Jjong! You are the cutest thing ever!"

"No, no I-...Well ok, maybe a little jealous, but let's just stop and think for a little bit. Minho is my best friend and Songdam is my Noona and they can't like each other because that's soooo close to being, like, I don't know, ?"

If he didn't know any better he would think Kibum's deadpan expression was one that was seriously trying to tell him that he was an idiot.

He didn't know better.

"Are you an idiot, Jjong? They are so cute and look, they were even comforting each other and being cute and oh my God if I had a sister I so would approve of that."

Since when did Kibum become his voice of reason? That sounded...Right. Like he should be happy that a guy like Minho could actually take care of Songdam, and love her the way she deserved, and...Wow. Sure it was kind of weird to picture them being in a romantic relationship but in a way it was extremely comforting knowing that it wouldn't be some that was taking his sister from him. It could be Minho, his dorky and caring best friend who was secretly not as tough and cool as he liked to come across as. 

Kibum looked oddly smug when he raised his eyes to meet his, and his oddly smug expression quickly turned into one that was so undeniably flustered that Jonghyun really couldn't help but pinch at his cheek and coo at him like he was a child. Of course it had been brought on by a sincere, 'I love you.' which he figured Kibum had already gotten quite used too because he really hadn't been able to shut his mouth after they';d said it too each other. In a way he still couldn't believe Kibum had said it back. It felt surreal to have someone you love say they feel the same way for you. It still gave a rush of of immense feelings that made his heart pound and his eyes go starry and his chest constrict, in such a good way, and he never wanted to get used to that feeling. He wanted it to feel new every single time Kibum told him he loved him.

God love was turning him into a cheesy teenage girl.

"Jjoooong stop! Ow- Yah- My cheek, stop it!"

He couldn't bring himself to regret a single thing about it.

 

 

Being used to injuries, due most of the time to clumsiness, having an ugly splint on his nose and two black eyes wasn't that big of a deal. He'd experienced worse, had been wheeled out of a hospital in a wheelchair instead of being able to walk himself out. However he had never had the amazing experience of being knocked out with a single punch; and delivered by his best friend none the less. He would much rather never experience that again.

But having time to cool down and think...Made him feel like the biggest face on the entire planet. He knew better than to talk to his best friend like that...He knew better than to break the one and only promise Kibum had practically begged him to keep. He knew he was just taking out his stupid frustrations on Kibum, was just throwing every single ounce of confusion and anger at him and he didn't deserve that. But being able to vent (albeit in a bad way) just felt so good, so relieving that at the time he didn't even care that he was hurting someone else. He really wouldn't have minded if it had been anyone else, but it was Kibum that he had hurt. And he'd hurt him bad, bad enough to actually lose his temper...And slug him right in the face.

"Oh , did he really break your nose?"

Jinki's thoughts were derailed as his eyes landed on a tired-looking Taemin, leaning against their closed hotel room door. He nodded, hands digging in his pocket for the room key while he tried to ignore the throbbing in his...Entire ing face. He furrowed his eyebrows when his hands didn't find the key in his jeans pockets, so instead he dug into the front pocket of his sweatshirt...And realized that not only one thing was missing. 

His cigarettes. They weren't in his pocket.

He hesitantly glanced back up at Taemin, who looked at him in curiosity before something settled in his eyes; a very knowing glint. 

.

"Looking for your smokes, right?"

Does he nod? Shake his head? Say no, say yes, say maybe? What the heck was he supposed to do? Why did Taemin have to know, of all people. He was such a little brat, he would definitely tell someone; the teacher, Kibum, anyone. He lived to cause trouble and a student caught with cigarettes in their possession was definitely trouble.

He hesitantly narrowed his eyes and nodded- which mind you actually hurt- daring Taemin to make a smartass comment. To his surprise he was simply handed a pack of cigarettes that appeared from the younger boys back pocket after he had taken it upon himself to open the door for them both.

"You are really bad at hiding things that shouldn't be found."

He couldn't help but smile a little at that. He knew he was...Forgetful sometimes and apparently this time was no different.

Except for the fact that Taemin had somehow gotten into his sweatshirt. Wait, what?

"How'd you even- ow, mother er, how did you find them?"

Taemin, with his back facing him as he dug through his bag, tensed. Jinki could easily see it in his back and shoulders, the kind of tense that said, 'what do I do, what do I say, what what what?'. He actually was going to chuckle if his face didn't hurt so badly.

When the younger finally answered him it was with a clipped tone and an odd array of hand gestures.

"Well I woke up and went for a walk and accidently grabbed your sweatshirt instead of mine...And I found them. In your pocket, like I said you are bad at hiding things."

All he could do was nod even though he was positive Taemin couldn't see it. It was an acceptable explination, anyone could have grabbed the wrong sweatshirt when they wake up. But it was kind of odd that he hadn't returned it immediately upon finding out it wasn't his. Maybe it was just warm or something, it didn't really bother him that much anyway.

But what did bother him was that nagging feeling to go grovel at Kibum's feet until he was forgiven even though he hadn't been the one to slug someone in the face. Sometimes he really hated the way he was hardwired to make the people around him happy. It could get so embarrassing.

"-But he kind of wasn't there so I told the teacher he was probably like...In the bathroom or at the pool or something. What the hell are we even supposed to do?"

Oh, had he seriously been spoken too?

"Uh...Jinki."

Yes, yes he had been apparently.

"Yeah?"

Taemin sighed, from his spot next to Jinki on the bed- When the heck had they both taken a seat on the bed? Jinki was starting to suspect that his body had a mind of it's own.

"Kibum, he hasn't even come back. What the hell do we do? I mean i know he pulled a real dickhead move and totally overreacted but...I maybe feel a little tiny bit bad and I might be worried. A little."

Jinki didn't know which he should react with: A loud obnoxious laugh and a, 'yeah, just 'a little'? Pfft.' or a glare. A glare because he didn't overreact really...He reacted, and it just so happened to be a painful reaction but ifg he had been overreacting Jinki probably would have been very well acquainted with a hospital room.

Glare it is.

"He didn't overreact, Taemin. I was being a jerk and he didn't deserve anything that I had said to him."

He watched Taemin's eyebrows draw together and his head tilt the slightest bit to the left as his lips pursed.

"No, Jinki, he actually knocked you out. He punched you hard enough to break your goddamn nose. He overreacted and we both know it."

Ok so maybe he shouldn't have expected Taemin to understand the way he himself did, but what the heck? Best friend's don't really do that, do they? He knew that if the situation had gone differently and Kibum had been in Taemin's shoes he would have been reacting so differently. Taemin seemed almost hurt, even though he had been the one that had told his best friend off without a second thought- and ultimitely he shouldn't have even been involved.  

When his thoughts had come to the conclusion that he was very, very confused by Taemin's statement he cocked his head to the side and looked at Taemin with narrowed eyes.

"What right do you even have to say that? I mean you didn't get punched in the face and you didn't have someone badmouth you in any way."

All Taemin did was blink at him, dumbfounded. He did it for a few minutes, actually, and when he finally seemed to be able to put together something to say he had dug cresent shaped nail marks into his palms.

However what Taemin had put together in his mind was not something Jinki had expected. And he didn't expect to know how the heck he was going to react to it, either.

"Well...I'm not going to let the guy I like be treated like that, even if I know he doesn't like me back. It's just not something that you put up with when you have feelings for someone."

 

 

As night came, Kibum's phone was ringing like it had never rang before. He eventually got sick of hearing his ringtone being played repeatedly and ripped the battery out. He had learned that Songdam was a great cook, that eating dinner with Jonghyun, Minho and her was something that made him feel a little bit too comfortable and Roo was always secretly given scraps under the table by Jonghyun when nobody was looking. He seriously wondered how the dog wasn't over weight. After all it had consumed Jonghyun's music sheets, human food and God knows what else. He had also learned that she had a no cell phones at the dinner table rule and his just happened to be the only one ringing while they were trying to talk.

He missed calls, he missed texts, and frankly he couldn't care less. It felt good to be away from the reality that was his life. It felt good to be in a happy, warm enviornment with the man he loved and the hopefully future couple he approved of so much it actually kind of hurt. The only thing missing was his Mother doing the dishes and happily chattering along, with her stupid American soap oprahs playing as background sound. He missed his Mum, he missed her absentmindedness and her daily 'Mom Moments' as he had oh so fondly come to call them. 

Thinking about his Mother made him thinki about Jonghyun's proposal. Stay. Bring your Mother, stay and work here at the Bakery.

He could see it all, he could see it clearly. He liked what he saw but...His entire life, his entire future was planned and it was all in America. It was graduating from High School with all honors classes, it was attending college and majoring in anything he found interesting for the first year so he could figure out what he wanted to do with his future; he wanted to work, to have a job that he loved. 

Love.

He loved Jonghyun, too. He had never felt love and at first he wasn't too sure that what he felt was love. But he had never felt love, and in a way it was reassuring to know that he felt something strong and new for Jonghyun. It felt like love, even though he didn't know what love felt like.

Could he really leave all of this...For something he wasn't even sure about? A future job that he loved? Could he even LOVE a job? A girl that he didn't know or a place he hadn't even been yet? He felt so conflicted. He had so many questions and so little answers.

But one answer was that yes, he did love Jonghyun. And he didn't want to leave him, he didn't want to think about how he would feel without him.

That answer though, brought on yet another question: How the hell could he be feeling love for a man he had just met?

He had been thinking this question to himself a lot, and not once had it been answered. He just did. He just did love Jonghyun, why did it even need a logical explination anyway? Why did anything have to be made so goddamn complicated and thought out and frustrating? Maybe because that was the way his mind worked.

He hated his mind.

He also hated when Jonghyun bit him in his sleep.

It was cute, sure, like a puppy or something but damn did he have sharp teeth.

And he was trying to think, he needed to think. He needed to get things cleared up, if only a little bit. He couldn't spend his entire vacation thinking and stressing and being a downer. That just wasn't him.

So he spent most of the night wide awake with a dead arm because Jonghyun had taken to using it as a pillow, a wet spot on the shoulder of his shirt from...Jonghyun chewing on it (Yeah, Jonghyun chewed on his shirt. Why in the hell did he find that cute?) while he thought endlessly. His mind was going a mile a minute and he was just egging it on. 

Somewhere around four he had gotten distracted and was staring blankly at the wall. He had never really noticed it before, but there were things taped and tacked onto it: from magazine cutouts of quotes, to song lyrics and...It was literally just half a wall of words. He couldn't read most of them from so far away but the one that he could read, and the one that stuck out to him the most, just so happened to be an answer to one of his questions.

Home is where the heart is.

And he would be damned if his heart was back in America, in an empty bedroom waiting for him to come back. 

In fact he knew where it was when he felt a death grip suddenly tighten around his chest and Jonghyun smacked his lips together in his sleep right next to his ear. 

....Could he really make this place his home? This person his home? 

As if the wall of words would give him yet another answer he looked at it again, this time straining his eyes to try to read another one in the dark. He couldn't read anything other than that one quote.

Home is where the heart is.

Home is where the heart is.

Home is where Jonghyun is.

Home is Jonghyun.

Jonghyun.

Jonghyun.

Jonghyun.

Home.

"Ok, ok I get it."

It was almost like the words had chosen to pound themselves into his mind. His answers were right in front of him- No, actually they were right beside him mumbling incoherent words in a dazed kind of half asleep way with messy bedhead and cute unevenly squinted eyes. 

He was going to learn how to stop thinking of things so technically, and start looking at things that were right in front of him.

"Go back to sleep, babe. Are you even awake?"

Jonghyun blinked at him a few times before shaking his head and furrowing his eyebrows.

"Mmm....Nope...No...N...Mmnh."

Kibum didn't realize he had fallen asleep until he waved his hand in front of a pair of creepily opened eyes and he didn't so much as flinch. Yet he still found it adorable. He found a lot of weird things about his boyfriend adorable.

He wouldn't think it to be adorable if, say, Jinki slept with his eyes open. But Jonghyun was real cute, even when he slept that way.

Kibum smiled at his own thoughts.

That, what he had just thought, that was love. Loving a persons 'flaws' to the point that they weren't even flaws anymore. 

Jinki...Jinki slept like a human burrito. He wondered if Taemin liked that about him. Or the fact that he broke things a lot. Or that he would be paying multiple hospital bills in his future if they had ever gotten together. He wondered if Taemin had flown off the handle because Jinki was perfect in his eyes, if he had said those things because...He loved Jinki just like Kibum himself loved Jonghyun.

If not more.

He would have stood up for Jonghyun too. He would have been the one calling Taemin rather unfriendly names. But if he had not known the situation, if he had no idea what words had been said between his boyfriend and whomever else was there? He definitely wouldn't have gone TOO far. 

He felt his heart sink a bit at that. He wished Taemin hadn't said those things about him, but he had. And by the look on his face he had meant them, too. That was the only, truly horrible thing about being a best friend: you can always tell when they are being serious, or when they are saying something out of anger and will regret saying it the next day. 

He knew Taemin didn't regret any of it.

And it hurt.

But he had a pain reliever, and said pain reliever was kind of being obnoxious in the ways of sleep chewing yet again. 

It was like Jonghyun could sense when he needed a distraction- Even when it came in the form of biting him in his sleep.

"Alright puppy, stop before you chew a hole straight threw my shirt."

Said puppy just locked his jaw and let out an odd sounding snort-snore. 

 

 

Jonghyun woke up with cotton mouth. It was dry and his jaw ached and he vaguely registered that he was being squished before he yawned. And yawning proved to be a good thing to do. A soaked spot of Kibum's shirt flopped wetly against his chin and he grimaced before trying to lift his hand from underneath his chest to move it away. Moving his hand, proved yet another thing that was good to do: he learned that Kibum was literally sleeping on his back, with the shoulder of his shirt pulled down so far that the other shoulder was pulled taut against the side of his neck. He was out cold, with his mouth open and his arms folded above his head like he had been resting his chin on them before he fell asleep, and his chest was pressed flat against Jonghyun's now aching back.

He didn't want to move a single inch, dispite all of his aches.

Until, of course he became a bit more aware of his own body. Ok so maybe he wanted to move, like a lot, when he realized that he actually had morning wood. That would be awkward for Kibum, and himself...Wouldn't it? And not to mention the fact that it hurt, being squished into the mattress like he was, with another human...Body...Oh God. Kibum was ON him.

His ...He...

Jonghyun would have thought to himself whether he should cry or just whimper until Kibum woke up and rolled over, but instead he kind of did something that he knew was a very, VERY stupid thing to do with your boyfriend sleeping on you like Kibum was.

He bit his lip and mentally begged for Kibum to move. He just laid there. And the longer he laid there, the more aware he became of just how much Kibum was actually on him. He felt his chest rising and falling against his back and he felt his thighs on the back of his legs and...He, awkwardly enough, kind of felt Kibum through his pajama pants- his hips pushed up against his and he was about ready to just get up and run blindly into the bathroom because things were about to get really bad if his mind was allowed to go places. Dirty places. Ok, dirtier places. He didn't even care if he woke Kibum up anymore. He really, really needed to get the hell out of there.

Like now.

Right now.

.....

Damnit, why wasn't he moving?! Why wasn't his body listening?

He threw caution to the wind and flopped his face into his pillow before he started to incoherently yell. Of course that had Kibum awake and blinking in a cutely half asleep state as he pushed himself up on his elbows on either side of Jonghyun's shoulders.

"What-"

Kibum coughed to get his voice working before continuing,

"What are you doing?"

Jonghyun froze. Kibum had just seriously pushed his crotch right into his , oh God, oh God why?

 

A/N: AAAAAAAW YIIIIIIIS LOOK WHOS BACK. BACK AGAIN. 

Because Im sick as a dog right now, and when Im sick I dont have to do chores and I sleep all day and stay up late and write fics because I get inspired. Its 3:30 am you guys. I just hammered this out in like 3 hours. Im sleepy now. And I got this weird tickle in my throat so I coughed so hard I almost out. It was weird, man.

ANYWHO.

So Taemin confessed. Holy crap. How many of you were like, "OMFG JUST DO IT ALREADY."  I was dying to get to this point just so I could make him finally say it.  And Im even more excited for the next chapter because HAYHOOOOO THIS BE WHERE THE GOOO. Ok so its kinda I guess. Its pretty toned down, and let me say this now it is definitely not penitration cause its way to early for that you guys. Yeah.

And Jinki's reaction too. Yeah. Lol . I say Yeah and a lot.

And lol.

lol.

AH DAMNIT Dx

And Jonghyun's wall of words? Yep, totally inspired by my ex girlfriend/ex best friends bedroom wall. But hers was full of kpop, the words came from my closet because its covered in song lyrics- even the door. I dunno why I chose my closet but I did :B

And my favorite quote, just so happens to be Home is where the heart is. SO I had to put in there. It plays a big part in this fic.

Also, in a future chapter I have a little filler that I am SO dedicating to a reader because omfg you guys the synario they asked for was just so cute I almost squealed myself into an early grave. It was SO cute.

Ok long authors note is long and I need sleep pretty bad. So, I LOVE YOU GUYS SO MUCH! I hope you enjoyed this chapter because its unbetad and kind of a 'crap I have writers block. this is gone be awkward.' chapter.

YEEEEEE.