Title – My First Kiss Went a Little Like This.

Technically speaking, it wasn't his first. They had all been from family, though, so he wouldn't count it as the firstkiss. His mother would kiss his scrapes and bruises, and on the lips when he was a kid, his little cousins when they were little bitty babies would mimic the actions of their parents and spread slimy licks across people's faces, and any other instance of when he was an innocent child that didn't think a kiss held any gravity. Throughout his many (many?) years Kibum's lips had been plastered with kisses.

Thinking back on it now, how had he even gotten in this situation? He was lamenting the loss of his first kiss. Shouldn't he be happy that he found someone special enough to share something like a first kiss with?

Oh, that's right.

That Jinki guy.

Kibum looked up at the morning sky while walking to school. He could tell by the smell of the air around him and by the way the clouds looked that rain was coming. It would probably rain in about an hour or so, and somehow he just felt even more energized by it. People he noticed as students from the same school ran by him to avoid being late or being hit by the imaginary rain drops. But Kibum just strolled. He loved the rain, and dreary days had always made him happy. They reminded him of when he was younger, and how he would sit on the floor in his family's library with his father close by in a chair, the both of them just reading, or the day when his mother would stand by the door drinking warm coffee watching him splash in the puddles that seemed so gigantic at the time.

Kibum sighed. He wished that he could stay outside and keep smelling the moist air. Unfortunately, he had to head off to the large institution in front of him called a school and barely scrape by in his first class called math. Kibum could find his way through any puzzle, and find every grammar mistake that an experienced author couldn't even spot. He was a literary genius that could remember practically anything he read. Many times he caught himself wishing they at least wrote out mathematical equations in words rather than numbers, because he couldn't find the 'x' to even the easiest problems. Math always came to him like a made-up language that only people from different planets could understand.

He sighed again and heaved himself up the little hill in front of him and entered his school. Hopefully it will keep raining all the way through to lunch so he can have a sprint in the refreshing drizzle.

Later that day – Lunch time

"Rain, rain, come back again
Don't push it off for another day…
Little Kibummie wants to play,
So rain, rain, don't go away…" Kibum wistfully sang, making sure he was quiet. He made sure that he didn't sing in front of other people. It wasn't because he was shy, exactly, but more because he preferred privacy. He felt as though if someone other than his closest and most beloved friends and family would be seeing too much into him and his personal life. There were only two people he knew for sure that had heard him sing – his childhood friend, Taemin, and his mother. His mother was a given, because it was another one of those things a happy child does, and Taeminnie because they had shared everything since they were in third grade.

Kibum's mind fluttered off into his past again, what with it seeming to have been a very nostalgic day. He thought about his friend Taemin, and how they had an age difference. Taemin skipped grades early off in childhood, but refused to go any further because of his 'best friend forever' found in third grade. Since then, Kibum had relied on Taemin emotionally. Taemin made him mature, and so he had taken on the role of mother. Taemin also made him realize that it's good to have fun regularly, and that it's okay to make mistakes. But with that aside, Kibum always thought of the good things that Taemin did with his personality rather than admit to himself that he depends on Taemin for some of his homework and grades.

"Uh-oh!" Taemin had snuck up behind Kibum and eavesdropped on him singing. Taemin wouldn't badger his friend to sing any more than he wanted to, or even commented on it. He had learnt that the hard way when he was locked out of the house on a play-date with Kibum after pressuring him to sing and had gotten sick. Kibum had made it up to him after a day and a half, though, by taking a basket of pricey imported sweets to his house and singing him to sleep. Taemin had a picture of them on the bed sleeping form that day, because his mother had said it was 'too cute to pass up' framed and on his desk. His almost-umma was special to him.

"You missed out on all the rain!" Taemin could almost hear the flamboyant boy's pout.

"I know! And it was all science and math's fault!"

"Well, at least you have the nice sun to shine down on you now…"

"No, it's worse when I haven't gotten a drop on me. It's like the sun wants to dry something that's already been put through the dryer."

"Oh…," Taemin tried to think of a positive subject for the brown-haired boy next to him, "We have the rest of the day together now…" He looked up past his bangs that desperately needed a trimming to see if his friend's composure changed at all.

"That's true… Are we going to work on that sculpture in art after lunch together?" Kibum smiled, knowing that he spent all of his advanced practice language and art classes with Taemin in the last parts of the school day.

"Of course! We're going to make a beautiful man's face!" Taemin nudged Kibum and winked, referring to the fact that they were both gay. They had spent so much time with each other that they were siblings, or mother and child more than anything, so they never had to worry about attraction, or hiding anything from the other.

"We haven't even started the face! Someone~ has been stuck on the torso. Since when has muscle tone on arms and abs been more important than making sure that the head isn't a big glob?" Kibum pretended to scoff, but only managed to make a strangled noise in the back of his throat and then laugh loudly, which Taemin happily joined in.

"Let's go have our lunch then!" Taemin dragged his friend by the arm and went to an area that sheltered picnic tables with a roof but no walls. It was a nice grouping of picnic tables, but no student really went out to it besides the two. It was like the entire school was made up of teens that refused to feel a breeze on their skin and opted for a screen that slowly worsened their bespectacled vision. Well, in Taemin and Kibum's opinions.

The rest of the day past rather uneventfully. Taemin still had a hard time keeping his revisions on the couple's sculptures away from toning the already picturesque upper body of their unnamed man. They blew away every other person in their language classes by catching grammatical errors in seemingly flawless sentences, telling everyone the underlying meaning in ancient literature and speaking fluent Japanese. The last four classes of the day were always perfect like that.

At the very end of the day the two always went to the school's dance club. They astounded everyone with their flowing movements just like they would with their impeccable literacy. Afterwards, Kibum would have to part from his best friend for an hour for fencing. Kibum never liked it, but Taemin would occasionally lighten the sport by going with him. Today, though, he had to go home and study for a test that he needed no more knowledge of to please his parents.

It makes sense…Kibum thought. They always had to make their parents happy. Kibum had to uphold his family's name by constantly being pushed to the limits, while Taemin had to appease his family by making the best grades of the school, and assure everyone he'd have a promising future.

Kibum went down the street a little ways to his fencing lessons. As he strolled, he swung his mask around. He usually did this, and often dropped the thing, which was why he sometimes came to the class with a dent in his uniform.

Just as he was thinking about how odd it must look for a dent to be in the face of a helmet when sparring with swords, the mask flew out of his hands and through the air. Kibum's eyes went wide and he started to run after the object gliding through the air. He watched as it made its graceful way down the air to meet something – no, someone - before it met the ground.

"Augh!" The person fell to the ground clutching his head.

"I'm so sorry!" Kibum practically screamed.

"Ngh… It's okay…," The man slowly stood, still holding his hand with one hand, but picked the mask up with the free hand, " you should be a little more careful with this. It's worse than the foils…"

Kibum received the mask from the man after his warning, and nodded his head, "I am really sorry…" His face was downcast in embarrassment.

"It's okay… Say, are you going to the fencing class on this street?"

Kibum's eyes widened, "Yes… I'm Kibum Kim. I'm one of the students here. Are you new here?"

"Kind of. I'm supposed to be teaching a class…" The man looked at his watch, "five minutes ago. I guess that means you'll be my new student? I'm Lee Jinki." The man stretched his arm out for a handshake and gave a bright smile.

"nice to meet you." Kibum shook the hand in front of him. He was surprised for the random teacher change, but he could already tell he was going to start enjoying fencing a bit more, even when Taemin wasn't there.

A/N: Heyyo~ Duncan here~ I am taking a bit of a break on the Holiday preparations because I am lazy. Seriously, it's that lame of an excuse. That, and half my house got blown away by a tornado about a week and a half ago (doesn't excuse the months of absence, I know...) so I'm using that as an excuse to just upload these and focus on something that tickles my fancy~ So yeah.