Kibum shoves his feet off the couch, earning an indignant ‘hey!’ which he ignores, and pulls out a film from under the couch. It was rather endearing, the way the older boy was spread out all over the blankets, but Kibum needed space to sit. I don’t think he understands.” Jonghyun throws himself onto the couch as though he’s been here for years, snuggling and settling down into a pillow. “I have to cut off your nails.” Kibum threatens, but Tae merely blinks, tilting his head to the side. Kibum yelps and bats Tae away, examining the damage done to his pants. “Tae! I have steak!” Kibum calls out, and Tae whips his head over, scampering over there and scratching Kibum’s silver jeans. “Your cat’s guarding me.” Jonghyun says, his gaze fixated onto Tae with curiosity. Make yourself comfortable.” Jonghyun just resumes standing there, since Tae kept on circling around his legs, as though trying to mark that this house was his territory. “Tae watches MV’s far too often.” Kibum says dismissively, throwing his bag onto a chair. Jonghyun’s mouth falls down in shock, watching as Tae continues on popping and locking his limbs. As though he understood, Tae swishes his tail with approval, pattering away while popping his little kitty limbs. “Your cat’s cute.” Jonghyun remarks, setting Tae back down. Kibum wasn’t sure whether it was alright to feel envious of a cat, but as he watched Tae purring and Jonghyun looking delighted, he wanted to just throw the damn cat out the window. Jonghyun leans down and picks him up, cradling him in his arms. Kibum’s not sure why, but he finds himself inviting Jonghyun over to his house, where his parents aren’t there, and it’s just him and Jonghyun.Įxcept Tae was winding between Jonghyun’s legs, mewling adorably and batting his paw the way he always did when he wanted extra food.
Kibum groans, wishing for Jinki to shut up about scientific terms and just go and die already. “He’s either really into you or is just sexually deprived.” “He touches you far too often.” Jinki says plainly, calmly chewing his piece of gum. Kibum finds himself slowly sinking in his chair, wanting to disappear before Jinki said anything. Get rid of it.” The smile stubbornly stays put. “What?” Kibum hisses, kicking his leg underneath the table. Jinki stares at him with a wry grin on his face, his smile stupidly large. Well, it was also bordering on pretty-fucking-creepy, the fact that Jonghyun liked to have contact with Kibum more often than not, but he didn’t mind. See you.” He watches as Jonghyun leaves, the pressure on his thigh gone. “I’m leaving now, okay? I have to talk to Minho about soccer. Kibum mentally takes away a point from Jonghyun’s heterosexual scale.
Kibum!” Kibum blinks and nearly shrieks as he notices Jonghyun was a few centimetres too close to his presence, his hand casually placed on Kibum’s thigh. He vaguely cradles a thought of creating a voodoo doll of Jinki and stabbing needles into it. Kibum listens to their conversations, not getting inside jokes between the senior classes and feeling rather left-out. They hit it off a lot better than Kibum had previously assumed. Jonghyun chuckles, and begins talking, Jinki leaning in and looking interested. “You’re in my History class!” He suddenly says, as though he had just realized. Yeah, I am.” Jinki blinks, and then smiles, the epitome of brightness. “Oh-kay.” Jonghyun sidles in the seat opposite of Jinki, and he takes Jinki’s cookie, munching on it happily. “I mean, the almighty Kibum has tons of friends. Jinki had more muscles than he had thought. Kibum innocently looks away, rubbing his elbow carefully. It’s weird how you’re re- ow ow ow ow!” Jinki gasps, grabbing his sides in pain.
“How dare you!” Jinki says, trying to scowl. Jinki lets out an indignant gasp, waving his fork in the air. “I guess your friends are just as weird as you, huh?” Jonghyun says, smiling crookedly. Jonghyun blinks, and then turns to look at Kibum, who was currently hiding his snicker behind his hand. “You’re real.” Is the first thing Jinki says to Jonghyun. Jinki looks back and forth between Jonghyun and Kibum, his gaze unsure and hands clutching his chopsticks almost protectively.
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