underage | kim jongin

seven

The sun soared in through your blinds and hit your features, causing your eyes to flutter in and out. Thoughts of what had happened last night flashed in and out through your head, forming a smile to your lips. You roll over, stretching out your arm to feel a cold nothingness, you feel a slight disappointment, until you hear a bang downstairs and a laugh coming from the one and only. You sit up and go to the bathroom, brushing your teeth and heading downstairs. You walk towards the kitchen and to your surprise, you see no one but two plates sitting on the bar, stools pushed in. All of the sudden you jump at the feeling of two arms wrapping their way around your waist, and a kiss on the cheek. You giggle as you lean into the hug, turning slightly to see the face behind you, with a smile on his face. "Mornin' hun," Jongin says putting another smooch to the side of your neck. "Morning," you say, giving him a big hug and releasing slowly. "What's all this," you gesture towards the bar and Jongin's eyes widen as he remembers the spread he's made for the two of you. "Oh I made ham and cheese croissants, hopefully you like that," he says, putting an unexplainable expression on his face. You laugh and put your hand on his cheek. "Yes I'll definitely enjoy it," you laugh. Jongin sits at the bar, taking your plate and cutting a piece of the croissant and feeding you with his fingers. You take a bite "mhhh," you widen your eyes signaling to him it tastes good. You both start eating and you turn to him, trying not to ruin the mood but the question must be asked. "Jongin, what are we? I can't be the only one wondering because it'd be kinda weird if you weren't," you splurge out, trying to get it out as quickly as you can. Jongin takes a deep breath and thinks a little before he starts. "Kalah, I really like really, really like you a lot but the thing is I shouldn't even if you are mentally as mature as me because, to be frank, that's illegal but I don't care. I want to keep it a secret until you're eighteen and then we can finally go public. I want to do everything with you, including show you off as my perfect, beautiful girlfriend. Until you're eighteen, we can be together but in public we have to be friends. I'm so sorry, please understand," you feel butterflies in your stomach, after him saying the simple word 'girlfriend'. "I completely understand how circumstances are unfortunate right now and we can hide this until i'm eighteen. My seventeenth birthday is only in a few months and then it's only another year from then. Almost no time," you say to him, trying to reassure that you'll be tight lipped until you're eighteen. Jongin doesn't even reply, but instead places a kiss on your lips, smiling in the middle of pulling you closer to his figure by the waist. He unlatches, just spending time to graze into your eyes, grinning.

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Jongin had left hours ago, so now it was time for you to spend time with your best friend. You explained to ten what happened with Jongin last night and of course, he freaked out. Some fake tears were spilled and he kept his head in a pillow for a good five minutes. "Okay are you done overreacting now because I want to go to the movies and who would I be to not have you pick out my outfit?" you ask ten. You and Ten go up to your room and you peek out of your window to see if Jongin was in his room. He was laying on his bed, shirtless reading  a poetry book. I swear everyday I fall more and more in love with this man. You speak to yourself internally. You shut the curtains and see Ten scavenging through your drawers, messing everything up like he always does picking out your clothes. "Can you maybe not sling things across the room this time?" you ask him as you see things fly over his shoulder. "Ugh garbage," he says as he throws a blouse across the room into the hallway. You scoff at him and laugh as he looks at you and smiles. After you get dressed, you drive to the movie theater and decide what movie the both of you want to see. Finally, after what felt like ages, Ten came up with the most popular movie to come out lately with a might I say very attractive male lead. Go figure...

-next day-

You and Ten had a really fun time last night and ate so much popcorn your stomach hurt the rest of the night. After the movie ended, Ten went home to watch his younger sister because his parents were out for the night. You felt curious to what Jongin was doing so you walked next door and knocked on the door. About 30 seconds later you see the door open to a very beautiful, shirtless Jongin. Jongin pulls you in by the wrist, closing the door behind him, latching his arms around you. As he places his hand to the back of your head, leaning down to reach the top, giving it a small peck he lets out a 'humph'. He finally lets go and kisses you on your cheek, followed by your lips. "What have you been doing baby?" he asks sweetly as he rubs your back softly. "Not much I was just wondering what you were doing," you say, taking his hand into yours leading him to the couch and laying halfway on top of him, head placed to the side of his abdomen and hands on his hips. You turn on the TV, browsing for anything you can watch. Once and awhile, jongin rubs the back of your head, taking a break from playing with your hair. As you find a movie you're satisfied with, What Happened to Monday. Casually throughout the movie talking about different things that had happened on screen. As the movie is nearing its end, you feel Jongin's hands scoop under your armpits, pulling you to where your faces meet. You sit there, brushing the hair out of his face, ending with a kiss. You both just passionately kiss for about fifteen to twenty minutes, calmly. The kiss never escalated nor did it feel rushed. The two of you just felt comfortable in the other's embrace. Finally, unlatching from each other's mouths, you rest your head on the right of his chest, with your hand on the left, barely covering his peck. You move your hand down to his lightly but perfectly toned abdomen, feeling the muscular lumps he had built up over time. The last thing you remember is you whispering to Jongin "I'm tired," as he took his hands and scooped you up, placing you on his bed. You feel the warmth cushion all around you, wrapping your body in what felt like a cloud but not near as comfortable as Jongin's chest. Jongin took his hand and stroked your cheek, allowing you to slowly drift off to a dream world. "G'night baby," you hear as you completely fall asleep.