Title: Because You’re Mine

Author: vilefeathers

Fandom: Block B

Pairing: ZiKyung, minor UBomb

Rating: PG-13

Genre: fluff, humor, highschool au

Warning: unbeta-ed

Length: oneshot (1.7k+ words)

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I own my plot. I do not own Block B. I do not make profit from this.

Summary: Jiho just wants a kiss and Kyung wants to know why.

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          The moment Jiho stepped inside his room and locked the door, Kyung already knew what the younger boy wants to say. Kyung wasn’t a psychic in any way but it was crystal clear to him where this is going when Jiho’s eyes sparkle with whirring thoughts and his grin lined with an iron will to reason Kyung into agreement. Plus the fact that Jiho had been all ears, rainbows and butterflies earlier when Yukwon and Minhyuk-hyung came out to them counted as fifty percent indication of what was going to come out of those full lips; the other fifty percent came from the not too far experience. He didn’t know why Jiho was so persistent but he hadn’t change his mind on the matter, so he decided to save them both from wasting time and energy and flat out say his answer before Jiho started talking.

“No.”

Jiho gaped at him from the door.

“But you don’t even know what I was gonna say!”

Despite Kyung lying on his bed facing away from the door, his homework propped open and half done, he knew Jiho was pouting playfully at him, mischievous mood palpable in his voice.

“Wrong.” Kyung said almost clinically. “I know exactly what you’re going to say. I know that you’ve been thinking nothing else since those two dance machines said they’re dating, and that was in recess, and you came barging in here with the same stupid look on your face. So yeah, I know what you’re going to say.”

It seemed like everything had stop moving from Kyung’s speech, making the room so silent that a pin drop could probably be heard. But the tensed atmosphere was lost to the oblivious 16 year old boy as he continued to focus on his work.

“Now, if you still want me to explain the homework on chapter 4, you drop the big idea there and come here so we can start.”

A long quiet moment passed. Kyung stopped writing when he suddenly noticed that his best friend still hadn’t made a move. He knew Jiho was still there; he hadn’t heard the door being open since Jiho entered.

Uh-oh, Kyung thought.

Realizing that what he said was too harsh, Kyung tensed on the bed. It didn’t help that he couldn’t see Jiho from his spot. Somewhere behind him a movement was heard and then his mattress dipped. Before he could turn around there was a body heavy on his thigh and hands on his waist holding him in place.

“You know… that was very rude of you, Park Kyung.” Jiho’s voice brushed past his ear in a low tone.

“Sorry… I know. I didn’t mean to—

“And that was the third time too… So very rude, Kyung. You turn me down every single time so heartlessly without even thinking about it while I was being nice and polite, gentlemanly even, and all that jazz… when you know I could’ve just hold you down, like this, and simply take what I want. Right?”

Kyung shuddered involuntarily at the obvious threat. He had pushed his best friend too far it seemed and Jiho have had enough of it. The hands on his waist started to rub circles and Kyung gasped, alarm bells ringing in his head before his body fight-or-flight impulse took over.  He struggled to upend Jiho from his back but it turned to be futile when the taller boy merely grabbed onto his arms and pinned them down to the bed easily. An amused chuckle followed Kyung’s defeat.

“Jiho, quit it. Aren’t you going too far with your joke?”

The laughter halted.

“See that’s where you’re wrong, for once.” Jiho began. “I’m not joking. I said I want to kiss you because I want to kiss you. I don’t see what’s so funny about that.”

“What…?” Kyung asked in confusion.

Jiho took that opportunity to retreat and pull Kyung to lie on his back before he resumed his position on top of the smaller boy, crawling on all four between those short skinny legs and grabbed onto Kyung’s wrist again.

Kyung looked up at him in fear and it startled him. There’s a part of him that wanted to back off and pretend that indeed everything was just a joke, but there’s another part of him; bigger, stronger and absolutely desperate, that pushed him to this decision regardless of whatever that may happen after he gets what he wants. Jiho sighed from his internal torment.

“Why are you making such a big fuss out of this?” He pleaded quietly. “I just want to kiss you, not murder you and sell your kidney to the black market.”

Kyung bristled at his words.

“’Just’? You ‘just’ want to kiss me?! News flash, Jiho; you don’t ‘just’ kiss your best friend. I don’t know what you’re trying to achieve by kissing me, but it’s cruel and disgusting, because you know I haven’t even had my first kiss, you know this! But yet you still… you…” Kyung’s voiced choked off into a trail.

Jiho frowned.

“Yeah, I do know you haven’t had your first kiss, which is kinda the sole reason why I want to kiss you now. There’s nothing else behind it, I swear.” Jiho stated as if it will solve everything.

Kyung stared at him.

“Do you have any idea what the actual you are saying, Woo Jiho? Even if I get past the fact that you want to have my first kiss— No, actually I can’t even begin to think why would you— Don’t you care at all that I might want to give it to someone special when—

“What? I’m not special enough for you?”

“I mean someone else—

“No!” Jiho cut him off instantly, glaring at how he dare to even think of meeting anyone else.

“Well, excuse me, Mr. Best Friend. You don’t get to dictate who I meet or who I kiss.”

Kyung leveled back with his own glare and immediately alarmed when Jiho bares his clenched teeth in a growl.

“Jiho?...” he called uncertainly but the younger boy seemed lost inside his own thoughts.

The hands pinning his arms started to tighten their hold and Kyung winced when Jiho didn’t stop. His feeble attempts to dislodge them only worsen the situation and Jiho was still glaring down at him but Kyung didn’t think the younger boy was seeing him at all because he refused to believe that Jiho would hurt him purposely and those vice-like hold was starting to cut off his blood flow making his fingertips numb.

“Ji-jiho, what are you doing?” Kyung panicked. “Jiho!... JIHO!”

The younger boy finally awakened from his thoughts and he immediately backed off when Kyung whimpered. “You’re hurting me.”

Jiho took one glance at what he had done to Kyung and he started to scramble backwards and off the bed with a stricken look on his face. Kyung pushed himself up as he rubbed the numbness off his limbs. There will be bruises on his arms tomorrow but he didn’t care as he scooted to the edge of the bed and sat there watching Jiho folded up into himself while pulling at his own hair.

“You’re starting to really scare me, Jiho.”

“I’m starting to really scare myself too,” Jiho replied, muffled on his knees.

Kyung left the bed and sat down on the floor next to Jiho, facing him and untangling the death grip on his silver hair.

“Why do you want to be my first kiss? For real.” Kyung asked quietly.

“Because I want to.”

“I said for real, Jiho.”

It took forever before Jiho looked up from behind his arms.

“Because you’re mine.”

Kyung tilted his head in confusion.

“What does that even mean?”

Jiho lowered his legs and gently pulled Kyung into his lap, arranging their limbs around each other until Kyung is straddling him, his arms around on the small back and Kyung’s arms wrapped around his shoulders. He breathed in the scent of Kyung, calming and provoking at the same time, before he spoke.

“I… I don’t…” Jiho sighed and starts again. “You’re mine…to hold… You’re mine to see… You’re mine to breathe… You’re mine to listen… You’re mine to touch… You’re mine forever… Don’t ask me how, or why. I don’t even know, Kyung. I don’t know. I just… Just let me keep you. I won’t ask for anything else, I swear.”

Kyung felt the corners of his lips curled into a smile from Jiho’s almost confession. He suspected that the younger boy hadn’t even figured out what exactly he was demanding from his best friend, but Kyung was willing to stick around and help him with that. But for today that was more than enough.

He ran a hand through Jiho’s pale hair and laughed softly when he was pulled closer as Jiho breathed deeply from his collarbones, making a pleased sound at the motion.

“Okay.” Kyung said.

“Okay what?” Jiho pulled away to look at him.

And that’s when Kyung held Jiho’s face between his palms and touched his lips to Jiho’s. The younger boy stared blankly for a second before he closed his eyes and deepen the kiss. A wet tongue swept between moist lips and delved inside as soon as Kyung opened his mouth. He didn’t know what to do but Jiho’s tongue kept chasing after his, as if he couldn’t get enough of Kyung’s taste and the older boy returned the gesture with the same enthusiasm. Jiho hummed his approval when Kyung on his tongue and pleased by the discovery that Kyung liked having his lips nibbled on and . The older boy moaned into the other’s eager mouth before he pulled away for much needed air.

“Whoa…” Kyung panted.

Jiho grinned and kissed him again, briefly, for good measure.

“I know, right?”

“You’re still an idiot.”

“Yeah, I am. Guilty as charged.” Jiho freely admitted before he pulled Kyung into another round of kiss.

Hurry up and get smart, Jiho.

-THE END-

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[OMAKE]

“Hey, Jiho?...” Kyung asked when they calmed down again. “Who was your first kiss?”

Jiho grimaced at the question.

“Ugh… I don’t want to talk about it.”

“You just had my first kiss and I can’t even know who got yours and how?”

Jiho groaned because Kyung’s pout in itself should be illegal but when his pout was formed by red swollen lips it was downright lethal.

“Just don’t… Don’t laugh… It’s… Taewoon-hyung.”

Kyung blinked at him before the words started to make sense.

“Oh.”

“No, it’s not what you think—

“Jiho, it’s okay.” Kyung giggled.  “I don’t mind.”

“No, really, it was an accident!”

Kyung laughed for a very long time after that.

-vile-

A/N:

*i started typing this from my draft book, and i dont know where exactly i veered off course but it's somewhere halfway i think and ladies and gents, what you see here is totally different from my draft. it was supposed to be like more humor less romance but i ended up with more romance and less humor. oh well...

**also... somehow my writing is getting worse instead of improving. T____T

anyways,

drop a word for me, yes? ^_^