The SHINee Dorm (04)
The SHINee Dorm
pairings: MinKey, Jongkyung. /shattered JongKey
rating: PG-13
Key hated running, or any physical activity that made him sweat, except maybe dancing. He didn’t see the point of ‘exercising to keep fit’, since he always ate healthily and never put on weight anyway. But right now, the only thing he wanted to do in the world, other than spend the rest of his life being waited on like the world’s best diva that he was, was to run.
He felt the bare soles of his feet slapping on the still warm pavement, his lungs burning with each breath of hot air he drew in. His ears were filled with the sound of his heart pounding and heavy breathing, but still he ran. Why is it always raining or winter in the movies, but it just has to be the peak of summer when I choose to dramatically run out of the house?!!
He had no idea when he was going to stop, probably when he collapsed from overexertion, but he had something in mind, maybe. Finally, when it felt like the next step he took would be his last, Key collapsed onto a playground swing. It took him a while to catch his breath as he cooled his blistered feet, nonchalantly pushing himself while spacing out, waiting for…something.
Suddenly, he felt a gentle push from behind, and an all-too-familiar chuckle. He leapt up and flung his arms around the person, a soft whine rising in his throat.
“Jjongieeeeeeeeeeee…” he whimpered as tears welled up in his hazel eyes, his face buried in the other’s chest. Jonghyun gently patted his hair, hugging him back tightly.
“It’s okay…Jjong’s here.”
Minho ran mindlessly around the city centre. His first thought was that Key would have gone binge shopping, having missed the fact that the boy hadn’t even worn his shoes, let alone bring his wallet. He ran into every store that Key had ever mentioned, and then some, but to no avail. Key was the one with the crazily spontaneous brains that Minho would never be able to understand no matter how many times the other tried to explain his rollercoaster train of thought.
Eventually he paused, distracted by the vast number of couples in the area. Then he realized he was in front of the huge fountain in the middle of the shopping square, where it was rumoured that any wish made would come true. With his face being lit up by the LED signs flashing all around him, he prayed. Look at all those happy couples who found each other, God, please, let me find him too.
Jonghyun had been closing the curtains of Sekyung’s apartment when he took a glance down to the kid’s playground just below the window and noticed a familiar half-shaved head gathering storm clouds on the swings. Muttering some lame excuse about needing something from the convenience store, he’d run out of the flat in just a white tank and sweatpants.
As he approached the boy on the swings, he heard mutterings that made him smile. “Damm you Minho, I swear you’re going to pay for my foot spa after this, are you that thick that you can’t even find me? And seriously, what is getting into kids these days, my poor baby…What is Onew doing to you!” that same nagging voice that had given him nightmares the first few weeks after he’d moved into Sekyung’s apartment, that one of a kind hairstyle that people would have called crazy, that kid who made his heart throb like an adolescent.
Without a sound, he crept up behind the boy, waiting for the perfect chance. Once the boy stopped mumbling and just sat there staring off into the distance, Jonghyun tenderly placed his palms on the boy’s back and pushed, just enough to sweep his bare feet off the ground. Hearing the gasp that slipped out of those lips Jonghyun laughed, opening his arms for the hug that he knew was coming.
They sat in silence on the swings after Key had stopped crying, watching as the stars came out and the reality started to sink in. While he was bawling, he’d also told Jonghyun about all the problems at home, and now Key found there was nothing else to say. The other however, was deep in thought about how he was going to explain this to Sekyung. Too much had happened for him to still take Key’s problems as his first priority, something he had to make clear to the boy today.
“Sekyung, won’t she -”
“Sekyung and I are -”
Key shot a glance to the other boy and fell silent when he didn’t meet his gaze. His hazel eyes started to tremble again and his vision kaleidoscoped into a mirage of colours as he made out the blur of the other boy getting up.
“Sekyung and I are getting pretty serious, so you can’t do this anymore okay, Key? I know it’s hard for you at home, and I’ll always be your friend, but…this is life.” Jonghyun heard the thud of the boy’s knees hitting the ground as he dropped from his swing, and heard the muted pitter-patter of his tears falling to the ground, but still refused to even look in his direction.
“You said…you said you’d be with me for life. That with every tear that fell from my eyes you would lose one day of your life? Do you remember that?!” Key flung a feeble handful of playground sand at the other as he yelled his anguish, the tears still falling hot and fast.
“No, I don’t.” with that, Jonghyun locked his heart, and threw away the key.
Key gripped the sides of his head as he rocked back and fourth on the ground, mumbling to himself. His tears had run dry a while back and he didn’t even have the energy to think anymore. It felt like his head was about to implode at the same time as his heart was going to shatter even further into a hundred million billion gazillion pieces. Mindlessly, he started to claw at the soil beneath him, as if he could somehow dig a hole to the centre of the earth and stay there for the rest of his life.
Jonghyun had long gone back to the apartment, firmly drawing the curtains. Sekyung had complained about his absence, but he ignored her and fell into bed, pretending to be tired. As he lay in the darkness, Sekyung fast asleep next to him, he still felt that rudimentary presence just two floors below, throbbing and pulsating with the torture of a broken heart. And finally, he let his tears fall.
Minho refused to return to the dorm unless he found Key, but it was already past midnight, and there were countless numbers of places that the boy could be. Punching a wall in a fit of anger, he winced at how his knuckles smarted, but also at the pure inability of him to find someone he’d thought he’d known so well. Key had found him in seconds, just somehow knowing that he was hurting, alone in that rain. Why is this happening to me, are we really just not fated to be? Dear God, have I ruined his life by my selfishness?
Eventually, Key stopped. He had dug a hole that went down half his forearm, all the way down to the cement, where he’d mindlessly continued to scrape away. His fingers were raw and bloody, and the ground around him was damp. He couldn’t tell if it was from his sweat or tears though. Blood, sweat and tears, he thought to himself. Sighing deeply, he flopped onto his back, and let his eyelids flutter close. In his pocket, his phone set on silent mode flashed desperately. 50 missed calls from Minho♥, 45 texts from Minho♥.
Finally, Minho swallowed his pride and called Jonghyun. The elder had scoffed at his inability to find Key, annoyed at being awoken, but grudgingly told him the street he was on. Before Minho hung up, Jonghyun suddenly cleared his throat and issued him a warning.
“He’s all yours now, Minho. Don’t give him a reason to stray over here again.” Minho hung up without another word, new hope surging through him. With the last of his cash, he hailed a cab.
Ten minutes later, Minho stepped out onto a deserted street, shaking his head in amazement at how Key managed to run so far. He scanned the area, but the only thing he saw was apartment buildings after apartment buildings. He ran right past the playground twice, before he noticed the figure sprawled unconscious by the swings. Minho sprinted over, skidding the last few steps on his knees.
Key looked completely devastated, his well-defined cheeks sunken and his lips a pale shade of purple. He didn’t respond when Minho shook him violently, and for a terrifying moment, the boy had to check if he was still breathing. As he scooped Key up in his arms, he noticed his bleeding fingers and dishevelled hair, along with the crushed pieces of his heart.
“I’m so sorry, Key.” Minho whispered in his ear, as he once again started to run.
The SHINee Dorm (03)
The SHINee Dorm (05)
there's a lot of running in this one, isn't there. sorry. i don't think i was thinking properly while writing this, do correct me if i made any errors (like making the sun set twice).
sigh, i forced my sleeping hours back to something that resembled a normal human's last night, but totally wrecked it again tonight.
right now, it's 1.52AM on sunday. i think i shall sleep now.
comments (good or bad) will be loved.
-aelis
pairings: MinKey, Jongkyung. /shattered JongKey
rating: PG-13
Key hated running, or any physical activity that made him sweat, except maybe dancing. He didn’t see the point of ‘exercising to keep fit’, since he always ate healthily and never put on weight anyway. But right now, the only thing he wanted to do in the world, other than spend the rest of his life being waited on like the world’s best diva that he was, was to run.
He felt the bare soles of his feet slapping on the still warm pavement, his lungs burning with each breath of hot air he drew in. His ears were filled with the sound of his heart pounding and heavy breathing, but still he ran. Why is it always raining or winter in the movies, but it just has to be the peak of summer when I choose to dramatically run out of the house?!!
He had no idea when he was going to stop, probably when he collapsed from overexertion, but he had something in mind, maybe. Finally, when it felt like the next step he took would be his last, Key collapsed onto a playground swing. It took him a while to catch his breath as he cooled his blistered feet, nonchalantly pushing himself while spacing out, waiting for…something.
Suddenly, he felt a gentle push from behind, and an all-too-familiar chuckle. He leapt up and flung his arms around the person, a soft whine rising in his throat.
“Jjongieeeeeeeeeeee…” he whimpered as tears welled up in his hazel eyes, his face buried in the other’s chest. Jonghyun gently patted his hair, hugging him back tightly.
“It’s okay…Jjong’s here.”
Minho ran mindlessly around the city centre. His first thought was that Key would have gone binge shopping, having missed the fact that the boy hadn’t even worn his shoes, let alone bring his wallet. He ran into every store that Key had ever mentioned, and then some, but to no avail. Key was the one with the crazily spontaneous brains that Minho would never be able to understand no matter how many times the other tried to explain his rollercoaster train of thought.
Eventually he paused, distracted by the vast number of couples in the area. Then he realized he was in front of the huge fountain in the middle of the shopping square, where it was rumoured that any wish made would come true. With his face being lit up by the LED signs flashing all around him, he prayed. Look at all those happy couples who found each other, God, please, let me find him too.
Jonghyun had been closing the curtains of Sekyung’s apartment when he took a glance down to the kid’s playground just below the window and noticed a familiar half-shaved head gathering storm clouds on the swings. Muttering some lame excuse about needing something from the convenience store, he’d run out of the flat in just a white tank and sweatpants.
As he approached the boy on the swings, he heard mutterings that made him smile. “Damm you Minho, I swear you’re going to pay for my foot spa after this, are you that thick that you can’t even find me? And seriously, what is getting into kids these days, my poor baby…What is Onew doing to you!” that same nagging voice that had given him nightmares the first few weeks after he’d moved into Sekyung’s apartment, that one of a kind hairstyle that people would have called crazy, that kid who made his heart throb like an adolescent.
Without a sound, he crept up behind the boy, waiting for the perfect chance. Once the boy stopped mumbling and just sat there staring off into the distance, Jonghyun tenderly placed his palms on the boy’s back and pushed, just enough to sweep his bare feet off the ground. Hearing the gasp that slipped out of those lips Jonghyun laughed, opening his arms for the hug that he knew was coming.
They sat in silence on the swings after Key had stopped crying, watching as the stars came out and the reality started to sink in. While he was bawling, he’d also told Jonghyun about all the problems at home, and now Key found there was nothing else to say. The other however, was deep in thought about how he was going to explain this to Sekyung. Too much had happened for him to still take Key’s problems as his first priority, something he had to make clear to the boy today.
“Sekyung, won’t she -”
“Sekyung and I are -”
Key shot a glance to the other boy and fell silent when he didn’t meet his gaze. His hazel eyes started to tremble again and his vision kaleidoscoped into a mirage of colours as he made out the blur of the other boy getting up.
“Sekyung and I are getting pretty serious, so you can’t do this anymore okay, Key? I know it’s hard for you at home, and I’ll always be your friend, but…this is life.” Jonghyun heard the thud of the boy’s knees hitting the ground as he dropped from his swing, and heard the muted pitter-patter of his tears falling to the ground, but still refused to even look in his direction.
“You said…you said you’d be with me for life. That with every tear that fell from my eyes you would lose one day of your life? Do you remember that?!” Key flung a feeble handful of playground sand at the other as he yelled his anguish, the tears still falling hot and fast.
“No, I don’t.” with that, Jonghyun locked his heart, and threw away the key.
Key gripped the sides of his head as he rocked back and fourth on the ground, mumbling to himself. His tears had run dry a while back and he didn’t even have the energy to think anymore. It felt like his head was about to implode at the same time as his heart was going to shatter even further into a hundred million billion gazillion pieces. Mindlessly, he started to claw at the soil beneath him, as if he could somehow dig a hole to the centre of the earth and stay there for the rest of his life.
Jonghyun had long gone back to the apartment, firmly drawing the curtains. Sekyung had complained about his absence, but he ignored her and fell into bed, pretending to be tired. As he lay in the darkness, Sekyung fast asleep next to him, he still felt that rudimentary presence just two floors below, throbbing and pulsating with the torture of a broken heart. And finally, he let his tears fall.
Minho refused to return to the dorm unless he found Key, but it was already past midnight, and there were countless numbers of places that the boy could be. Punching a wall in a fit of anger, he winced at how his knuckles smarted, but also at the pure inability of him to find someone he’d thought he’d known so well. Key had found him in seconds, just somehow knowing that he was hurting, alone in that rain. Why is this happening to me, are we really just not fated to be? Dear God, have I ruined his life by my selfishness?
Eventually, Key stopped. He had dug a hole that went down half his forearm, all the way down to the cement, where he’d mindlessly continued to scrape away. His fingers were raw and bloody, and the ground around him was damp. He couldn’t tell if it was from his sweat or tears though. Blood, sweat and tears, he thought to himself. Sighing deeply, he flopped onto his back, and let his eyelids flutter close. In his pocket, his phone set on silent mode flashed desperately. 50 missed calls from Minho♥, 45 texts from Minho♥.
Finally, Minho swallowed his pride and called Jonghyun. The elder had scoffed at his inability to find Key, annoyed at being awoken, but grudgingly told him the street he was on. Before Minho hung up, Jonghyun suddenly cleared his throat and issued him a warning.
“He’s all yours now, Minho. Don’t give him a reason to stray over here again.” Minho hung up without another word, new hope surging through him. With the last of his cash, he hailed a cab.
Ten minutes later, Minho stepped out onto a deserted street, shaking his head in amazement at how Key managed to run so far. He scanned the area, but the only thing he saw was apartment buildings after apartment buildings. He ran right past the playground twice, before he noticed the figure sprawled unconscious by the swings. Minho sprinted over, skidding the last few steps on his knees.
Key looked completely devastated, his well-defined cheeks sunken and his lips a pale shade of purple. He didn’t respond when Minho shook him violently, and for a terrifying moment, the boy had to check if he was still breathing. As he scooped Key up in his arms, he noticed his bleeding fingers and dishevelled hair, along with the crushed pieces of his heart.
“I’m so sorry, Key.” Minho whispered in his ear, as he once again started to run.
The SHINee Dorm (03)
The SHINee Dorm (05)
there's a lot of running in this one, isn't there. sorry. i don't think i was thinking properly while writing this, do correct me if i made any errors (like making the sun set twice).
sigh, i forced my sleeping hours back to something that resembled a normal human's last night, but totally wrecked it again tonight.
right now, it's 1.52AM on sunday. i think i shall sleep now.
comments (good or bad) will be loved.
-aelis