(one-shot) just saying I love you
Title: Just Saying I Love You
Author: mustenentwined3
Pairing: JongKey
Genre: Friendship, romance.
Rating: PG
Disclaimer(s): I don't own anything. Not even my own heart.
Summary: He is nothing without Jonghyun.
A/N: It's been a while since I last wrote SHINee fic :3 just a little something. Was planning on writing about Jonghyun's birthday party, but I ended up with this instead lol. I miss these boys ): Enjoy! Comments are always very, very much appreciated ♥
It is nearly dawn at the start of the first day of training. There’s a soft hint of light from the far window as he stumbles with the other trainees into the studio, rubbing the back of his neck exhaustedly. He yawns, finding a crevice in the wall to lean against as they start to take attendance.
“Kim Jonghyun.”
“Yeah,” a voice answers surprisingly close by, and he turns to see the said boy standing just a few feet away, hands tucked into his pockets, hair tucked behind his ear.
“Kim Kibum,” the staff member looks slightly amused. “Another one?”
Kibum bites his lip. “Here,” he calls out in the strongest voice he can muster. His eyes shift sideways as he scuffs his toe against the smooth flooring. He senses the boy nearby - Jonghyun - gazing in his direction, and he looks up to meet it.
When he does, he is rewarded with a smile - a quirk of lips, a flash of white teeth, a thud of heartbeat against his chest.
I almost fell for Jonghyun hyung in the beginning.
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They call him Key now - The Almighty. It makes Jonghyun hide laughter behind his palm, his eyes twinkling, pools of dark cinnamon as Kibum punches him lightly on the shoulder. “Shut up, Bling Bling.”
Jonghyun laughs (that warm, warm laugh he saves only for Kibum) and sneaks his arms around Kibum’s waist, pressing his face into the edge of the younger boy’s shoulder blade. “I’m just kidding,” his lips curve upward against the fabric of Kibum’s T-shirt, right at the corner of his heart. “You are totally Almighty. I always knew you were.”
I wanna be (I won’t let you), be your man.
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The hyungs make a commotion out of their debut song - it has so many dance steps! they exclaim. Good luck, children, Heechul throws over his shoulder at them in the hallway. You’ll have fun, Junsu reassures.
When they step out onstage, it is overwhelming - the screams, the lights, the music. Kibum hopes his feet don’t pound like his heart, that he doesn’t fall the way he does into Jonghyun’s eyes. He glances over at the other, who is concentrating on executing the dance steps properly (head tilted, microphone gripped with tight fingers). Rivulets of sweat trail down the bare skin of his jaw line, and Kibum feels a strange knotting in his heart, a twist of something new, undefined.
Jonghyun leans his head towards the side, his feet sliding across the smoothness of the stage (I keep thinking ‘bout you, keep dreaming ‘bout you). Kibum can see his profile through his peripheral vision, the throwing back of his head, the dark determination of his eyes. His heart tightens further, until everything is a mesh of color, a blur of people and lights and it’s all just nothing. It’s all just Jonghyun.
He is nothing without Jonghyun.
…and a perfect jaw line. He’s just my type.
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The rest of the night, Jonghyun locks himself into a side bedroom, along with all of his music and lyrics, snippets and pieces of words scrawled across the page. Kibum can hear the light tapping of his pencil against the desk, the fingering of the keyboard - random notes, frustration, disappointment.
You should go in, Minho tells him in passing, watching as he eyes the door uncertainly. Just go.
Instead, Kibum walks away, making his way into the kitchen. He pads across the tiled floor, opening and closing cupboards as he clangs two pots together accidentally. He turns on the sink, but turns it off again on second though. He frowns.
(What’s going on, Taemin whispers from the doorway.
Onew peers in. Jonghyun, he answers finally.
Performance, Minho affirms.
They all start, and then watch as Kibum sighs.)
Half an hour later, there is a steaming bowl of ramen cupped in his hands - Jonghyun’s favorite kind. He scoots out of the kitchen, hesitating slightly at the sliver of light emitted from their shared bedroom. He can make out the faint sounds of the shower turning on, and the soft murmur of voices, laughter from one side of the room, a rippling of magazine pages.
Nearing the next door, Kibum kicks the bottom gently, still balancing the full bowl in his hands. The quiet scribbling stops, and he waits in the silence for an answer. Finally - “Don’t worry about me, Jinki. Go to sleep. Tell Key I need him for a moment, though.”
Kibum’s lips lift into a tiny smile outside the door. “Why don’t you tell him yourself,” he replies, and it’s only a matter of moments before the door swings open. Jonghyun’s face is partially illuminated by the dim light of the room, shadows flashing across his features, pen lightly grasped between his fingers. A tired smile plays across his face before his eyes glance downwards.
“What - Kibum-ah, you didn’t have to!” He throws the pen aside onto the desk and hurriedly takes the bowl from Kibum’s hands, careful not to slosh the soup against the sides. He places it down on an empty space on his desk, away from the various scattered sheets of paper. “You really didn’t have to.”
“I had to,” he replies solemnly, and steps into the room beside Jonghyun, sinking down onto a spare chair nearby. “Besides, it’s not only for you. I get half too.”
With a laugh, Jonghyun sits back as well, his figure fitting into the hard edges of the chair nicely. Kibum wonders briefly when he never appears to do anything nicely. “Hard day?”
The smile on the older boy’s face falters, hands dropping into his lap. “You’d think.”
“It’s not your fault.”
“It just didn’t feel good enough. I wasn’t good enough. Maybe we’re really not meant to be this way, not like we thought we were,” heaving a sigh, Jonghyun inches his chair over a little, shuffling his papers into a neater stack. “You know?”
Kibum purses his lips thoughtfully, and then inches his chair over as well, towards Jonghyun. The older boy looks up at him questioningly as his chair touches the other, wood up against wood. “I know,” he whispers, and reaches out, rubbing a finger over the back of Jonghyun’s hand. “It’s okay.”
“It’s okay,” Jonghyun repeats. His hand flips over, catching Kibum’s fingers, interlacing them with his own. He pulls, pulls the hand and person along with it, his scent enveloping Kibum’s senses (warmth, deodorant, mint, Jonghyun, Jonghyun, Jonghyun). He tightens his hold around the younger boy’s waist. He doesn’t let go.
“Jonghyun?” Surprised, Kibum tries to look upwards, to see his best friend’s face, but it is more than a tad awkward with the position they are in. “Are you okay?”
“Have I ever told you how wonderful you are to me?”
There’s a pause, a hitch of breath (an eternity in a second, a thud of heartbeat against his chest). And then - a smile works its way onto Kibum’s face, lit-up eyes. “Have I ever told you that we’re totally meant to be this way?”
This time, he can feel the smile, hear it in Jonghyun’s voice, just like he can hear his heart untangling, unraveling (with Jonghyun’s heartbeat right at the corner of his). “Yeah, I guess so.”
Kibum smiles a little (and wants to cry a little). “I know so.”
I’m just saying that I love you.
Author: mustenentwined3
Pairing: JongKey
Genre: Friendship, romance.
Rating: PG
Disclaimer(s): I don't own anything. Not even my own heart.
Summary: He is nothing without Jonghyun.
A/N: It's been a while since I last wrote SHINee fic :3 just a little something. Was planning on writing about Jonghyun's birthday party, but I ended up with this instead lol. I miss these boys ): Enjoy! Comments are always very, very much appreciated ♥
It is nearly dawn at the start of the first day of training. There’s a soft hint of light from the far window as he stumbles with the other trainees into the studio, rubbing the back of his neck exhaustedly. He yawns, finding a crevice in the wall to lean against as they start to take attendance.
“Kim Jonghyun.”
“Yeah,” a voice answers surprisingly close by, and he turns to see the said boy standing just a few feet away, hands tucked into his pockets, hair tucked behind his ear.
“Kim Kibum,” the staff member looks slightly amused. “Another one?”
Kibum bites his lip. “Here,” he calls out in the strongest voice he can muster. His eyes shift sideways as he scuffs his toe against the smooth flooring. He senses the boy nearby - Jonghyun - gazing in his direction, and he looks up to meet it.
When he does, he is rewarded with a smile - a quirk of lips, a flash of white teeth, a thud of heartbeat against his chest.
I almost fell for Jonghyun hyung in the beginning.
---------------------------------------------
They call him Key now - The Almighty. It makes Jonghyun hide laughter behind his palm, his eyes twinkling, pools of dark cinnamon as Kibum punches him lightly on the shoulder. “Shut up, Bling Bling.”
Jonghyun laughs (that warm, warm laugh he saves only for Kibum) and sneaks his arms around Kibum’s waist, pressing his face into the edge of the younger boy’s shoulder blade. “I’m just kidding,” his lips curve upward against the fabric of Kibum’s T-shirt, right at the corner of his heart. “You are totally Almighty. I always knew you were.”
I wanna be (I won’t let you), be your man.
---------------------------------------------
The hyungs make a commotion out of their debut song - it has so many dance steps! they exclaim. Good luck, children, Heechul throws over his shoulder at them in the hallway. You’ll have fun, Junsu reassures.
When they step out onstage, it is overwhelming - the screams, the lights, the music. Kibum hopes his feet don’t pound like his heart, that he doesn’t fall the way he does into Jonghyun’s eyes. He glances over at the other, who is concentrating on executing the dance steps properly (head tilted, microphone gripped with tight fingers). Rivulets of sweat trail down the bare skin of his jaw line, and Kibum feels a strange knotting in his heart, a twist of something new, undefined.
Jonghyun leans his head towards the side, his feet sliding across the smoothness of the stage (I keep thinking ‘bout you, keep dreaming ‘bout you). Kibum can see his profile through his peripheral vision, the throwing back of his head, the dark determination of his eyes. His heart tightens further, until everything is a mesh of color, a blur of people and lights and it’s all just nothing. It’s all just Jonghyun.
He is nothing without Jonghyun.
…and a perfect jaw line. He’s just my type.
---------------------------------------------
The rest of the night, Jonghyun locks himself into a side bedroom, along with all of his music and lyrics, snippets and pieces of words scrawled across the page. Kibum can hear the light tapping of his pencil against the desk, the fingering of the keyboard - random notes, frustration, disappointment.
You should go in, Minho tells him in passing, watching as he eyes the door uncertainly. Just go.
Instead, Kibum walks away, making his way into the kitchen. He pads across the tiled floor, opening and closing cupboards as he clangs two pots together accidentally. He turns on the sink, but turns it off again on second though. He frowns.
(What’s going on, Taemin whispers from the doorway.
Onew peers in. Jonghyun, he answers finally.
Performance, Minho affirms.
They all start, and then watch as Kibum sighs.)
Half an hour later, there is a steaming bowl of ramen cupped in his hands - Jonghyun’s favorite kind. He scoots out of the kitchen, hesitating slightly at the sliver of light emitted from their shared bedroom. He can make out the faint sounds of the shower turning on, and the soft murmur of voices, laughter from one side of the room, a rippling of magazine pages.
Nearing the next door, Kibum kicks the bottom gently, still balancing the full bowl in his hands. The quiet scribbling stops, and he waits in the silence for an answer. Finally - “Don’t worry about me, Jinki. Go to sleep. Tell Key I need him for a moment, though.”
Kibum’s lips lift into a tiny smile outside the door. “Why don’t you tell him yourself,” he replies, and it’s only a matter of moments before the door swings open. Jonghyun’s face is partially illuminated by the dim light of the room, shadows flashing across his features, pen lightly grasped between his fingers. A tired smile plays across his face before his eyes glance downwards.
“What - Kibum-ah, you didn’t have to!” He throws the pen aside onto the desk and hurriedly takes the bowl from Kibum’s hands, careful not to slosh the soup against the sides. He places it down on an empty space on his desk, away from the various scattered sheets of paper. “You really didn’t have to.”
“I had to,” he replies solemnly, and steps into the room beside Jonghyun, sinking down onto a spare chair nearby. “Besides, it’s not only for you. I get half too.”
With a laugh, Jonghyun sits back as well, his figure fitting into the hard edges of the chair nicely. Kibum wonders briefly when he never appears to do anything nicely. “Hard day?”
The smile on the older boy’s face falters, hands dropping into his lap. “You’d think.”
“It’s not your fault.”
“It just didn’t feel good enough. I wasn’t good enough. Maybe we’re really not meant to be this way, not like we thought we were,” heaving a sigh, Jonghyun inches his chair over a little, shuffling his papers into a neater stack. “You know?”
Kibum purses his lips thoughtfully, and then inches his chair over as well, towards Jonghyun. The older boy looks up at him questioningly as his chair touches the other, wood up against wood. “I know,” he whispers, and reaches out, rubbing a finger over the back of Jonghyun’s hand. “It’s okay.”
“It’s okay,” Jonghyun repeats. His hand flips over, catching Kibum’s fingers, interlacing them with his own. He pulls, pulls the hand and person along with it, his scent enveloping Kibum’s senses (warmth, deodorant, mint, Jonghyun, Jonghyun, Jonghyun). He tightens his hold around the younger boy’s waist. He doesn’t let go.
“Jonghyun?” Surprised, Kibum tries to look upwards, to see his best friend’s face, but it is more than a tad awkward with the position they are in. “Are you okay?”
“Have I ever told you how wonderful you are to me?”
There’s a pause, a hitch of breath (an eternity in a second, a thud of heartbeat against his chest). And then - a smile works its way onto Kibum’s face, lit-up eyes. “Have I ever told you that we’re totally meant to be this way?”
This time, he can feel the smile, hear it in Jonghyun’s voice, just like he can hear his heart untangling, unraveling (with Jonghyun’s heartbeat right at the corner of his). “Yeah, I guess so.”
Kibum smiles a little (and wants to cry a little). “I know so.”
I’m just saying that I love you.