Love the way you lie.
Title: Love the way you lie.
Pairings: MinKey, JongKey
Genre: Angst, Fluff, Drabble
Author's note: Just, enjoy^^ And comment:D:D:D
“I’m so sorry Key, I can’t go with you today! I have-to help Jinki run some errands. You can do it by yourself can't you? If you have any trouble let me know okay? Gotta go. Bye!”
“Bu-wait! Jong-hyun…”
The only reply that came was the click of the phone and a following dial tone.
Fine I’ll go by myself. Of course I know how to go. I’m old enough… But… I wanted to go with him… It’s the only time we get to spend time with each other every week.
Kim Kibum picked up his Coach leather messenger bag from the counter and pulled it over his shoulder. He mumbled under his breath, “pft. Not like he cares anyway.”
The Harley Davidson keychain rattled against the keys as Kibum picked them up and put it through his finger. He pulled open the door of his apartment and slid on his suede shoes, still muttering under his breath.
His ‘conversation-to-self’ was interrupted by the ring of the elevator bell and the subsequent mechanical opening of the elevator doors. His preoccupation failed to let him notice the dark haired man that alighted on his floor.
“HYUNG! Where you going? I wanted to pop by to ask you out for lunch!”
The man had short brunette locks that covered the top of his head, which were complimented by the silver studs that stylishly pierced his earlobes. He wore denim skinnies and a jockey sweater over a thin white wife-beater.
“Hey Minho. I have to get my weekly med checkup. Can’t miss a week or Jonghyunnie hyung will kill me. Oh and the doctor too. He can’t take me this week so I gotta take the bike and go myself. Shan’t be long. I’ll take a raincheck on that lunch?”
“Jonghyun eh? Hmm, why don't we take my car and go to the doctor’s and we can go for lunch after?” Minho pulled up a set of keys and dangled them as mock bait in front of Key.
[Let’s ignore the fact that Minho can't drive why don't we:D]
~
Hey. I didn’t ask for this okay.
Key has to learn how to be less dependent on me anyway.
Still, Jonghyun could not shake off the fear that something might have happened to Kim Kibum and picked up his Samsung Haptic and hit the speed dial.
Trrruuutttt-trrrruuutttt-
Click. “Yoboseyo?”
“Key! You oka-I mean, so you got everything covered?”
“Jonghyunnie~” (His heart melted instantly) “Everything’s good! You ditched me but Chunnie came and he’s sending me to the doc’s I’ll call you later to let you know what's up kay! Ciao!”
*Click*
See. I knew it’d be fine.
Yet those words sounded extremely bitter in his head.
~
Minho thoughtlessly flipped through old magazines as he waited for Key to finish his consultation. He ignored the giggles of the girls in the seats next to him. After all, a few polite nods of the head ten minutes ago and acknowledging the fact that one did look good, one you would expect their giggles and stares to die down.
How annoying.
Minho sighed.
Fashion these days is so overrated.
And continued flipping the pages.
As though there was a need to use the idiom ‘saved by the bell’, Kibum left the doctor’s office.
Minho stood up from his seat and walked toward his hyung, clutching Kibum’s coat and messenger bag with one hand. His eyes trailed from his hyung’s face to the arm when Kibum’s sleeves were rolled up, where the injection had been. The bruise that formed on his arm from months of treatment had become like a terrible disease that formed a large purple patch on his forearm. Minho winced when he saw that. And his heart hurt for Kibum.
“Min-” Kibum was the first to break the silence.
“Yeah hyung?” Minho tore his eyes away from the visible pain, only to meet the emotional.
Kibum was not looking up. His fringe became a curtain, covering his expression as he stared at the ground. He choked back a tear audibly.
“What is it Hyung?” Minho hesitantly pushed up Kibum’s chin with his fingers.
Kibum’s eyes were filled with tears that threatened to fall if he spoke another word. “I-It’s nothing.”
“How can it be nothing. Tell me, what is it?”
At this point, scenario after scenario floated into Minho’s head. What did the doctor say? What happened that made the situation to serious? Surely it can’t be… Minho, you’re not even allowed to think about such things! But there’s the possibility…
“I’m more ill than we thought.”
~
“What the hell. The one time I am not there and this happens. Not that I wanted it to happen when I was there or anything… but what the heck. And why did he have to be with Kibum when he found out. I should have been there. I need to be there now, what the hell am I doing just pacing around here explaining myself to you for? I’m going to go see him.”
~
Minho watches Key from the corner of his eye, as he lies on the hospital bed in thin blue pajamas poking the transparent tube that runs from his forearm to a bag of saline that hangs atop a metal pole.
He frowns at his inability to do anything. Not knowing what to say. All the money in the world could not change his blood to match that of Kibum’s and he hated himself for it.
His eyes suddenly flicker over to the small window at the door of the hospital suite and he sees Jonghyun’s blonde hair pressed against the glass along with his nose. He sees how Jonghyun looks at Key with the same pain and tenderness that he feels and wonders why he does not come in.
“Hey Kibum, excuse me for a little okay? I need to check on something with the doctor. I won't be long.”
As Minho walks closer to the door, Jonghyun retreats even further.
~
They stand in silence for a while. Not knowing what to say when, or when to say what. Not wanting to speak first.
Then Minho breaks the silence.
“So you decided to come… finally”.
He knows there is bitterness in his voice and he knows that he should not interfere with their business. But he can’t help it.
--It’s not like that. You don't understand.
Help me understand then.
The doctor told us before that it would go away-
So you had prior knowledge to this and didn’t do anything?
I-tried.
What’s that supposed to mean?
My blood matches his. Million in one.
--Silence. Silenced transmission of pressurized good-breeding.-
Then wh--?
I’m a hemophiliac.
~
Jonghyun has taken to sleeping on the pull-out couch in the hospital suite where Key is in. He leaves in the morning and brings home-cooked food in the afternoon cause he doesn’t believe in hospital food and their talk about it being a balanced meal. He brings Key’s trinkets and accessories so that Key will not feel ‘naked’ and ‘primitive’ as he so complains.
And from time to time he leaves the room when Minho visits.
“Hyung… What if… I die?”
“Why the sudden thought… You won’t die.”
“It’s been a month and there’s only a month left. And you won't let me go for chemo or anything…”
“It doesn't work Key… You know that very well… Your mother…”
~
Truuuttttt… Trutttt….
*click* please leave your message after the beep
*bleep*
“HYUNG~ WHERE ARE YOUUUUUU!!!! I know you said that you’d be busy today… BUT OF ALL DAYS! They found a suitable donor for me but they have to operate now okay! I guess I’ll have to go in to the operating room without you but you’ll be here when I get out right? Then we can go get ice creaaaammmmmm~ [off the receiver] Ah? Ok… I have to go now? [back to the receiver] OKAYYYY I GOTTA GO!”
*click*
~
Minho sits outside the operating theatre, fingers winding and unwinding around each other, biting his lip raw in anxiety with thoughts like: When will they be out… Hope he’s okay… running through his mind. One of which prodded him like a glowing rod: Where the hell is Jonghyun?
He fidgets like mad in the chair, crossing one leg over another and repeating the routine on the other side. Tapping his foot on the floor, drumming his fingers on the table. To the point where the nurse who was fixated on his killer good looks took to turning her back on such a distracting young man.
A nurse walks up to him with a clipboard in her hand. Mr Lee? Mr Kim is out of surgery and his blood levels are returning to normal. The surgery was a success and he can be released out of the hospital in a couple of days.”
Minho heaves a sigh of relief. He pauses in contemplation as to whether or not he should let the bastard know despite the fact he didn’t turn up and decides against it.
He gathers himself and calls back the nurse who has begun to walk away.
~
Key becomes his old self in a couple of hours.
“Kibum-hyung, I gotta go thank the guy who saved your life okay. Be right back.”
“Oh Minho? Please help me thank him! I’ll go visit him another time yeah!”
Minho leaves the room recalling from memory the room number the nurse had given him. Ward 3C-01…
~
A packet of blood hangs from the ceiling and feeds into his forearm. A transparent oxygen mask is clasped over his mouth, fogging up with each breath and the ECG machine registers a peak each time he breathes.
He is unable to feel any physical pain but emotionally, he has a beast tearing him through the insides sending fire up his heart making it beat faster than normal. It is because he knows that this is all the time he has left? And he cannot say goodbye. What made him do such a thing? Was it that he really cared for the man? He did not regret it for sure.
The machine beeps at a consistent frequency.
And Lee Minho stands frozen at the edge of the bed. He recognized the characteristic blonde hair from the door but walked up just to be sure. This is why he didn’t come…
The machine beeps at a consistent frequency.
Minho closes his eyes, and he cries.
What the hell were you thinking you fool.
The machine beeps at a consistent frequency.
The man in the bed smiles as he senses a presence. Maybe it is a trick of the light, but moisture forms between his eyelids.
Minho slides his hands into the limp ones that lie beside the body.
And
The machine beeps
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(I'm sorry there is a switch in tense midway.. I got bored with the past tense)
WOW. I quite like this fic:D To say the least:P Hope you guys enjoy it too:D:D:D
Pairings: MinKey, JongKey
Genre: Angst, Fluff, Drabble
Author's note: Just, enjoy^^ And comment:D:D:D
“I’m so sorry Key, I can’t go with you today! I have-to help Jinki run some errands. You can do it by yourself can't you? If you have any trouble let me know okay? Gotta go. Bye!”
“Bu-wait! Jong-hyun…”
The only reply that came was the click of the phone and a following dial tone.
Fine I’ll go by myself. Of course I know how to go. I’m old enough… But… I wanted to go with him… It’s the only time we get to spend time with each other every week.
Kim Kibum picked up his Coach leather messenger bag from the counter and pulled it over his shoulder. He mumbled under his breath, “pft. Not like he cares anyway.”
The Harley Davidson keychain rattled against the keys as Kibum picked them up and put it through his finger. He pulled open the door of his apartment and slid on his suede shoes, still muttering under his breath.
His ‘conversation-to-self’ was interrupted by the ring of the elevator bell and the subsequent mechanical opening of the elevator doors. His preoccupation failed to let him notice the dark haired man that alighted on his floor.
“HYUNG! Where you going? I wanted to pop by to ask you out for lunch!”
The man had short brunette locks that covered the top of his head, which were complimented by the silver studs that stylishly pierced his earlobes. He wore denim skinnies and a jockey sweater over a thin white wife-beater.
“Hey Minho. I have to get my weekly med checkup. Can’t miss a week or Jonghyunnie hyung will kill me. Oh and the doctor too. He can’t take me this week so I gotta take the bike and go myself. Shan’t be long. I’ll take a raincheck on that lunch?”
“Jonghyun eh? Hmm, why don't we take my car and go to the doctor’s and we can go for lunch after?” Minho pulled up a set of keys and dangled them as mock bait in front of Key.
[Let’s ignore the fact that Minho can't drive why don't we:D]
~
Hey. I didn’t ask for this okay.
Key has to learn how to be less dependent on me anyway.
Still, Jonghyun could not shake off the fear that something might have happened to Kim Kibum and picked up his Samsung Haptic and hit the speed dial.
Trrruuutttt-trrrruuutttt-
Click. “Yoboseyo?”
“Key! You oka-I mean, so you got everything covered?”
“Jonghyunnie~” (His heart melted instantly) “Everything’s good! You ditched me but Chunnie came and he’s sending me to the doc’s I’ll call you later to let you know what's up kay! Ciao!”
*Click*
See. I knew it’d be fine.
Yet those words sounded extremely bitter in his head.
~
Minho thoughtlessly flipped through old magazines as he waited for Key to finish his consultation. He ignored the giggles of the girls in the seats next to him. After all, a few polite nods of the head ten minutes ago and acknowledging the fact that one did look good, one you would expect their giggles and stares to die down.
How annoying.
Minho sighed.
Fashion these days is so overrated.
And continued flipping the pages.
As though there was a need to use the idiom ‘saved by the bell’, Kibum left the doctor’s office.
Minho stood up from his seat and walked toward his hyung, clutching Kibum’s coat and messenger bag with one hand. His eyes trailed from his hyung’s face to the arm when Kibum’s sleeves were rolled up, where the injection had been. The bruise that formed on his arm from months of treatment had become like a terrible disease that formed a large purple patch on his forearm. Minho winced when he saw that. And his heart hurt for Kibum.
“Min-” Kibum was the first to break the silence.
“Yeah hyung?” Minho tore his eyes away from the visible pain, only to meet the emotional.
Kibum was not looking up. His fringe became a curtain, covering his expression as he stared at the ground. He choked back a tear audibly.
“What is it Hyung?” Minho hesitantly pushed up Kibum’s chin with his fingers.
Kibum’s eyes were filled with tears that threatened to fall if he spoke another word. “I-It’s nothing.”
“How can it be nothing. Tell me, what is it?”
At this point, scenario after scenario floated into Minho’s head. What did the doctor say? What happened that made the situation to serious? Surely it can’t be… Minho, you’re not even allowed to think about such things! But there’s the possibility…
“I’m more ill than we thought.”
~
“What the hell. The one time I am not there and this happens. Not that I wanted it to happen when I was there or anything… but what the heck. And why did he have to be with Kibum when he found out. I should have been there. I need to be there now, what the hell am I doing just pacing around here explaining myself to you for? I’m going to go see him.”
~
Minho watches Key from the corner of his eye, as he lies on the hospital bed in thin blue pajamas poking the transparent tube that runs from his forearm to a bag of saline that hangs atop a metal pole.
He frowns at his inability to do anything. Not knowing what to say. All the money in the world could not change his blood to match that of Kibum’s and he hated himself for it.
His eyes suddenly flicker over to the small window at the door of the hospital suite and he sees Jonghyun’s blonde hair pressed against the glass along with his nose. He sees how Jonghyun looks at Key with the same pain and tenderness that he feels and wonders why he does not come in.
“Hey Kibum, excuse me for a little okay? I need to check on something with the doctor. I won't be long.”
As Minho walks closer to the door, Jonghyun retreats even further.
~
They stand in silence for a while. Not knowing what to say when, or when to say what. Not wanting to speak first.
Then Minho breaks the silence.
“So you decided to come… finally”.
He knows there is bitterness in his voice and he knows that he should not interfere with their business. But he can’t help it.
--It’s not like that. You don't understand.
Help me understand then.
The doctor told us before that it would go away-
So you had prior knowledge to this and didn’t do anything?
I-tried.
What’s that supposed to mean?
My blood matches his. Million in one.
--Silence. Silenced transmission of pressurized good-breeding.-
Then wh--?
I’m a hemophiliac.
~
Jonghyun has taken to sleeping on the pull-out couch in the hospital suite where Key is in. He leaves in the morning and brings home-cooked food in the afternoon cause he doesn’t believe in hospital food and their talk about it being a balanced meal. He brings Key’s trinkets and accessories so that Key will not feel ‘naked’ and ‘primitive’ as he so complains.
And from time to time he leaves the room when Minho visits.
“Hyung… What if… I die?”
“Why the sudden thought… You won’t die.”
“It’s been a month and there’s only a month left. And you won't let me go for chemo or anything…”
“It doesn't work Key… You know that very well… Your mother…”
~
Truuuttttt… Trutttt….
*click* please leave your message after the beep
*bleep*
“HYUNG~ WHERE ARE YOUUUUUU!!!! I know you said that you’d be busy today… BUT OF ALL DAYS! They found a suitable donor for me but they have to operate now okay! I guess I’ll have to go in to the operating room without you but you’ll be here when I get out right? Then we can go get ice creaaaammmmmm~ [off the receiver] Ah? Ok… I have to go now? [back to the receiver] OKAYYYY I GOTTA GO!”
*click*
~
Minho sits outside the operating theatre, fingers winding and unwinding around each other, biting his lip raw in anxiety with thoughts like: When will they be out… Hope he’s okay… running through his mind. One of which prodded him like a glowing rod: Where the hell is Jonghyun?
He fidgets like mad in the chair, crossing one leg over another and repeating the routine on the other side. Tapping his foot on the floor, drumming his fingers on the table. To the point where the nurse who was fixated on his killer good looks took to turning her back on such a distracting young man.
A nurse walks up to him with a clipboard in her hand. Mr Lee? Mr Kim is out of surgery and his blood levels are returning to normal. The surgery was a success and he can be released out of the hospital in a couple of days.”
Minho heaves a sigh of relief. He pauses in contemplation as to whether or not he should let the bastard know despite the fact he didn’t turn up and decides against it.
He gathers himself and calls back the nurse who has begun to walk away.
~
Key becomes his old self in a couple of hours.
“Kibum-hyung, I gotta go thank the guy who saved your life okay. Be right back.”
“Oh Minho? Please help me thank him! I’ll go visit him another time yeah!”
Minho leaves the room recalling from memory the room number the nurse had given him. Ward 3C-01…
~
A packet of blood hangs from the ceiling and feeds into his forearm. A transparent oxygen mask is clasped over his mouth, fogging up with each breath and the ECG machine registers a peak each time he breathes.
He is unable to feel any physical pain but emotionally, he has a beast tearing him through the insides sending fire up his heart making it beat faster than normal. It is because he knows that this is all the time he has left? And he cannot say goodbye. What made him do such a thing? Was it that he really cared for the man? He did not regret it for sure.
The machine beeps at a consistent frequency.
And Lee Minho stands frozen at the edge of the bed. He recognized the characteristic blonde hair from the door but walked up just to be sure. This is why he didn’t come…
The machine beeps at a consistent frequency.
Minho closes his eyes, and he cries.
What the hell were you thinking you fool.
The machine beeps at a consistent frequency.
The man in the bed smiles as he senses a presence. Maybe it is a trick of the light, but moisture forms between his eyelids.
Minho slides his hands into the limp ones that lie beside the body.
And
The machine beeps
========================
(I'm sorry there is a switch in tense midway.. I got bored with the past tense)
WOW. I quite like this fic:D To say the least:P Hope you guys enjoy it too:D:D:D