I'll come back. [Drabble]
Title : I'll come back
Author : fuckyeahshinee
Pairing : Jongkey
Genre : angst
Rating : PG
Disclaimer : shineeowner owns them, lol.
Warning : engrish + unbeta'd
Summary : Jonghyun promised his boyfriend to come back to him.
A/N : yeah wow. I made angst like wtf. lol, I think I'm just in an angsty mood. & I'm having a really hard time finishing I might hate you so ... I thought that maybe I should make up to you guys by making a drabble. But then again, it's angst. so I apologize again T_T
He said he'd come back for me.
He said he loved me.
He said I was everything to him.
He promised me that he would come back to me. He promised it. But he never came.
My name is Kibum. I'm 19 years old and I live in an apartment I used to share with my boyfriend, Jonghyun.
I was 17 when I met him, and he was 19. He studied music at the university.
He was pretty talented and there would always be someone asking him to perform on their show, party, concert whatsoever.
He never let a chance for him to perform slip through his fingers so he wasn't home very often.
But when he was, he was too tired from the previous night to gain me some attention, or he was studying.
I couldn't blame him though. Music was his life and passion, and I didn't want to destroy all that.
I accepted it, and I accepted it without any hesitation.
All though he was busy most of the time, he did always promise me and kept telling me that he loved me.
That he was deeply in love with me, that he wouldn't be the same without me, that I meant everything to him.
I always believed him. Of course I did. I loved him so much that the thought of him lying to me became irrelevant.
I was literally blinded by love.
Because one night he came home, I was sitting in the couch, waiting for him.
I always waited for him to come home from a performance whatsoever, so that we could go to bed together and cuddle for a while.
Just like him not letting a chance for him to perform slipping through his fingers, neither would I let a moment of cuddling with my boyfriend slip through mines.
He always asked me why I just didn't go to bed, that I didn't had to wait for him, that if I was tired, I just had to go to sleep.
But I kept being stubborn and wouldn't allow myself to sleep before Jonghyun was home.
Every time I would tell him that, he would smile and run his fingers through my hair, giving me a lingering kiss on the lips.
He opened the door, already expecting me waiting for him and ran towards me, taking me in his strong arms.
I smiled as he picked me up twirling me around.
He sat down in the couch, with me on his lap as he was still smiling his bright smile.
He managed to say something as in "Japan" and "scholarship".
My eyes widened, flailing my arms around his neck, pulling him into a deep kiss.
He smiled against my lips, pushing me away slightly as he continued talking enthusiastically about a guy proposing it to him and stuff.
I just listened and smiled, happy for him to make his dream come true.
"How long will you be in Japan ?" I asked him sweetly.
His facial expression turned serious, turning around to face me, letting out a sigh.
When he responded me with a "Probably 9 months or longer." I felt myself quivering, restraining the tears to fall down my cheek.
He approached me, brushing the locks out of my face and caressing my cheek softly.
I just stood there, dumbfounded, not knowing what to do.
He was all happy because he could go to fulfill his dream, even when he knew he would leave me behind for maybe a year ?
He lay his hand in my neck, pulling my face closer to his and giving me a long kiss.
His eyes were closed while mine were wide open, I couldn't believe it, he was going to leave me behind.
When he pulled back, he noticed me staring at nothing, so he just hugged me.
"I'll come back for you. I promise."
It has already been 2 years and he still didn't came back.
The first months he called me daily.
Around the 6th month it only became loving textmessages containing "I miss you" and "I always dream about you." and that usual stuff.
The ninth month, all that slowly faded. No more calls, no more text messages. Nothing.
I patiently waited for him to come home. I thought that maybe he was just too busy with studying and such.
I waited and waited throughout the whole winter, but he never came.
Soon it became spring, and he still didn't show up.
I stopped messaging him, because I knew he wouldn't answer them.
I stopped trying to call him, because I knew he wouldn't call me back.
I gave up.
His music was more important than his boyfriend, I could tell.
A/N : sorry for the fail or the billion spelling and grammar mistakes. I didn't reread it.
Author : fuckyeahshinee
Pairing : Jongkey
Genre : angst
Rating : PG
Disclaimer : shineeowner owns them, lol.
Warning : engrish + unbeta'd
Summary : Jonghyun promised his boyfriend to come back to him.
A/N : yeah wow. I made angst like wtf. lol, I think I'm just in an angsty mood. & I'm having a really hard time finishing I might hate you so ... I thought that maybe I should make up to you guys by making a drabble. But then again, it's angst. so I apologize again T_T
He said he'd come back for me.
He said he loved me.
He said I was everything to him.
He promised me that he would come back to me. He promised it. But he never came.
My name is Kibum. I'm 19 years old and I live in an apartment I used to share with my boyfriend, Jonghyun.
I was 17 when I met him, and he was 19. He studied music at the university.
He was pretty talented and there would always be someone asking him to perform on their show, party, concert whatsoever.
He never let a chance for him to perform slip through his fingers so he wasn't home very often.
But when he was, he was too tired from the previous night to gain me some attention, or he was studying.
I couldn't blame him though. Music was his life and passion, and I didn't want to destroy all that.
I accepted it, and I accepted it without any hesitation.
All though he was busy most of the time, he did always promise me and kept telling me that he loved me.
That he was deeply in love with me, that he wouldn't be the same without me, that I meant everything to him.
I always believed him. Of course I did. I loved him so much that the thought of him lying to me became irrelevant.
I was literally blinded by love.
Because one night he came home, I was sitting in the couch, waiting for him.
I always waited for him to come home from a performance whatsoever, so that we could go to bed together and cuddle for a while.
Just like him not letting a chance for him to perform slipping through his fingers, neither would I let a moment of cuddling with my boyfriend slip through mines.
He always asked me why I just didn't go to bed, that I didn't had to wait for him, that if I was tired, I just had to go to sleep.
But I kept being stubborn and wouldn't allow myself to sleep before Jonghyun was home.
Every time I would tell him that, he would smile and run his fingers through my hair, giving me a lingering kiss on the lips.
He opened the door, already expecting me waiting for him and ran towards me, taking me in his strong arms.
I smiled as he picked me up twirling me around.
He sat down in the couch, with me on his lap as he was still smiling his bright smile.
He managed to say something as in "Japan" and "scholarship".
My eyes widened, flailing my arms around his neck, pulling him into a deep kiss.
He smiled against my lips, pushing me away slightly as he continued talking enthusiastically about a guy proposing it to him and stuff.
I just listened and smiled, happy for him to make his dream come true.
"How long will you be in Japan ?" I asked him sweetly.
His facial expression turned serious, turning around to face me, letting out a sigh.
When he responded me with a "Probably 9 months or longer." I felt myself quivering, restraining the tears to fall down my cheek.
He approached me, brushing the locks out of my face and caressing my cheek softly.
I just stood there, dumbfounded, not knowing what to do.
He was all happy because he could go to fulfill his dream, even when he knew he would leave me behind for maybe a year ?
He lay his hand in my neck, pulling my face closer to his and giving me a long kiss.
His eyes were closed while mine were wide open, I couldn't believe it, he was going to leave me behind.
When he pulled back, he noticed me staring at nothing, so he just hugged me.
"I'll come back for you. I promise."
It has already been 2 years and he still didn't came back.
The first months he called me daily.
Around the 6th month it only became loving textmessages containing "I miss you" and "I always dream about you." and that usual stuff.
The ninth month, all that slowly faded. No more calls, no more text messages. Nothing.
I patiently waited for him to come home. I thought that maybe he was just too busy with studying and such.
I waited and waited throughout the whole winter, but he never came.
Soon it became spring, and he still didn't show up.
I stopped messaging him, because I knew he wouldn't answer them.
I stopped trying to call him, because I knew he wouldn't call me back.
I gave up.
His music was more important than his boyfriend, I could tell.
A/N : sorry for the fail or the billion spelling and grammar mistakes. I didn't reread it.