Talking To the Moon [jongkey] [1/1]
Title: Talking To the Moon
Pairing: Onesided Jongkey
Genre: AU, Romance
Word Count: 642
Rating: PG - 13 (Language)
Disclaimer(s): I own nothing.
Summary: Jonghyun's always been a closet romantic.
A/N: Requested by groceryshop . Hope you enjoy. <3
Talking To the Moon
I sit by myself, talking to the moon.
In hopes you're on the other side, talking to me too.
“There was another rose in my locker.”
I glance up from my packed lunch, eyebrow raised but not showing much interest. My best friend Kibum seats himself across the table, beside our favorite freshmen Taemin. His delicate fingers place the said flower in the center of the table for all to behold, smiling brightly in a way that says his ego has just been taken up another notch.
“I wonder who my secret admirer could be,” he says with a dreamy sigh, leaning his cheek on his hand.
If I were but a glove upon that hand. I lick my lips and cut my attention quickly to the taller student next to me, who snorts in protest.
“Maybe they have the wrong locker.”
Kibum reaches over and slaps Minho on the shoulder. “Shut the fuck up. This is the eighth time it's happened, dumb ass. Who's stupid enough to put eight roses in the wrong locker?”
“Jinki?”
Kibum eyes the aforementioned drama geek. “Yeah, no.”
Flicking his straw's wrapper off the table's surface, Minho shrugs. “I think whoever it is leaving you those roses,” he points a finger at the offending pink tinged flower, “Is a total sketch.”
I can't help the surprised cough. Four pairs of inquiring eyes train on me and I'm suddenly reminded of the videos my old health teacher made the class watch about peer pressure. Or maybe of the film my science teacher showed about the circle of life, when a pack of wolves attacked a defenseless animal.
“Jonghyun?” Taemin breaks through the tense silence, “You wouldn't know anything about Kibum's secret admirer, would you?”
From my right, Jinki digs himself from his literature book and pokes my cheek. “Yeah, that was a pretty suspicious cough.”
“Jonghyun?”
“Jjong?”
“C'mon, Jonghyunnie ~ “
“Guys!” I put my hands up, palms forward, in surrender, “It's not me! Really!”
Minho elbows me in the ribs. “Right, than why you always come to school so early now a days?”
Before I have a chance to further defend myself, Kibum flails into a fit of laughter. Full out, obnoxious, with snorts and tears and everything. Poor Taemin is slapped and kneed and hit with a whole bunch of Kibum parts during the fit.
“Guys,” Kibum manages, choking on his laughter a wiping away stray tears, “We're talking about Jonghyun. Seriously, why would he ever leave me roses?”
I'm torn between jumping on the opportunity to weasel my way out of the accusations and ask just why Kibum thinks that it's such a fucking joke that I would leave roses for him. I can't decide for about two seconds, but apparently that's long enough for Kibum to catch the odd look I'm giving him.
“You aren't the one doing this, right?” He inquires, now fidgeting.
Yes, of course it's me. I've been in love with you since middle school, damn it. “Of course not,” I snap, glowering at my mismatched group of friends, “That would just be weird.”
Kibum nods his head in agreement. “Totally weird.”
Later that day, when I step into the air conditioned flower boutique, I'm careful to check that no one, and I mean no one, who could possibly get back to Kibum about me is around. The coast is clear, but I keep my sunglasses on and baseball cap pulled low for good measures. When I go to the counter to purchase my ninth rose, the woman smiles at me warmly.
“Must be really special,” she comments softly.
I grin back at her. “Really special.”
Or am I fool, who sits alone, talking to the moon?
A/N:
I wanted to use this song (which is linked under the picture) for a one sided Jongkey fic & I wanted to do it without making the fic angsty.
Also, I wanted to capture everyone's personalities without saying very much.
Did I do well? /bites nails
Picture found @ sopapas on deviantart.com.