Hit {JinKibum, Onkey}

12

Kibum woke up the next morning, practically laying on top of Jinki, and it felt right. Just like everything had fallen into place the way it should have. Even though he knew Jinki didn't completely feel the same, he would treasure this moment forever.

Jinki adjusted a little in his sleep. His breaths were soft, calm and rhythmic. His hand, resting just below Kibums shoulder blade, moved periodically. The younger smiled a little each time. He thought it was so cute that even in his sleep, Jinki still continued to rub his back.

"Mmmmph.." Jinki groaned and stretched his legs a little. He took a deep breath and then slowly let it out, opening his eyes as he exhaled.

"Goodmorning~" Kibum whispered. Jinki looked around, not remembering where he was for a second. He looked at Kibum and smiled a little.

"You seem awfully happy.." He replied in a deep, hoarse morning voice.

"I am.. well.. kind of~" Kibum moved off of Jinki and sat up. He stretched and then looked back at his older. "Do you want me to make you breakfast?"

"Only if you eat too." He watched Kibum stretch and then closed his eyes again.

"Deal," Kibum got up and got fully dressed, "What would you like? There isn't much to pick from."

"Surprise me." He rolled onto his side and opened his eyes again, flashing a small smirk. Kibum hurried out of the room to the kitchen and got busy making breakfast. Jinki laid still on the bed, thinking about how he got into this position. He sighed and wondered if he was now, in too deep.

The older finally mustered up enough energy to get up and out of bed, heading straight to the bathroom. After taking care of business he stood facing the mirror, staring at his reflection. Faint noises of Kibums cooking echoed through the house.

"Breakfast is ready!" Kibum yelled, breaking the near silence.

"Okay! Be there in a second!" Jinki responded. He stared just a little longer at the man looking back at him and sighed. The thoughts racing through his head were overwhelming, like there was no way out of the mess that he had gotten himself into.