The Lonely Heart Killers [1/3]
Title: The Lonely Heart Killers [1/3]
Pairing: JongKey
Rating: R
Word Count: 2379
Genre: AU, romance
Summary: Kibum's a young actor working on his first main role.
„You do love me, don’t you?” she snarls, her brows meeting in the middle, as the gun is pointed in her direction. She takes a step closer, approaching the man, letting his gun stop right above her temple.
Her fingers wander barely below his waist, right under his belt. They skim the fabric of his corduroy trousers, making the man shiver-
Supposedly making the man shiver. Oh, well.
She ignores the irritation beginning to show in the roughness of her movements and just goes with the flow.
“You love me, Ray, do you” she now purrs aggressively, the muzzle breaks cold sweat out of her everywhere it touches her face; her Korean accent doesn’t make the English name sound silly; it only adds the exotic feeling to the whole scene.
Well, it would, if Ray wasn’t so fucking clueless and unresponsive.
Her lips come close to his ear, so that his gun now moves to the back of her head. She licks the shell and whispers:
“If you don’t love me, kill me now.”
And then she feels it. Again. He rolls his eyes. He fucking rolls his fucking eyes and it drives her fucking mad.
“You’re insufferable, you know that?!” she shouts, detaching her body from his, grabbing the gun, easily taking it away from him, and throwing it onto the floor with all force.
The whole crew goes silent.
And then there goes the order:
“CUT!”
Fuming actress leaves to her room, and her place in front of the very reluctantly acting actor is replaced by Choi Hweesung, the director.
“What was that, Kibum.” he doesn’t even try to make it sound like a question; it’s nothing more than an exasperated sigh, a sentence he’s been repeating way too often these past few days.
Kibum, visibly annoyed, just shrugs and kneels down to lift the gun from the floor.
He knows that he should be more cooperative than that. He knows that the opportunity to work with Park Kahi- the Park Kahi, every Korean men wet dream- is something many would kill for. He fucking knows it. But it doesn’t change the fact that he’s far from being content.
“Kibum. You do realize that if you don’t start cooperating, we’ll just take someone in your place. I know you’re good, but if you’re not good enough to work as her partner, you’ll be fired. There’s a plenty of actors that would happily replace you” the director says and Kibum can’t do anything but nod, sighing in defeat. He might really dislike Kahi, but this role is something he’s dreamt of ever since he heard the rumour about the new, Korean version of the story of “the Lonely Heart Killers’- a pair of lovers that killed about twenty women that answered their messages from matrimonial ads. He’s seen all three movies that’s been made about the couple, and it still fascinates him to no end. So, where the subject came up, he was the first to haunt the director and the crew with phone calls and asking for casting. Finally, he got his opportunity, played really well as Raymond Fernandez (he was his favourite movie character after all) and got the role, winning with some hundred of other young, talented actors.
On the set he was just as good as he appeared on the casting, but there was one thing he couldn’t get through though; the love scenes.
Before “The Lonely Heart Killers” he would play in several commercials and have some not too significant roles in action movies. Most of the times, he’d be just a supernumerary; the longest time he appeared on the scene was for about five minutes. It was some low-budget horror movie with a lot of erotic scenes in it. He played a hooker in a brothel, banging some blonde girl (that was about to get shot in a matter of a few minutes) hard to the mattress. It was when he got his first kiss; he didn’t even remember the actress’ name. What he remembered was the amount of disgust and annoyance he’d feel when their lips and bodies came to contact.
He knew some of his friends from the set had numerous problems with keeping their hormones on a leash, especially when it came to sensual scenes, not to mention the erotic ones. He, on the other hand, has never had a boner onstage- it was just a work for him, he didn’t mix feelings and attraction with pretence.
Well, it started to be a problem actually. Because the more distant and immune he became, the harder it was for him to play such scenes right.
Somehow, even the most attractive actress’ bodies couldn’t lit a fire in him. And it wasn’t that he was asexual or something. But he just couldn’t feel any excitement, any sparks. He suspected that rubbing his seemingly naked body back and forth against the actress’ equally topless one was no different than actual fucking. Only this way, he was just rubbing himself against her, not sliding in and out of her. But, it didn’t make any difference for him.
The thing was that he could act anything. Rage, despair, craving, shock, panic, madness, cruelty.
But love? Lust?
Those were those two essential things he could never, ever show onstage. He could act them on his own, without any actress around- but when he had to show someone affection, he’d feel discouraged and annoyed.
Some of his friends joked that maybe he was gay. Oh, fucking great.
But then again, he did have a major crush on Jude Law back in time…
“Kibum, are you even listening to me?”
He snaps out of the trance and looks the director in the eyes. He’s very young as for the director, only thirty, and he’s already made some seven really significant movies. He’s a personage in the world of movies, a dream-coworker of every debuting and old actor.
And a very handsome, attractive man on top of that.
Life is so unfair.
“I am, boss” Kibum finally nods “I… I just don’t feel it.”
Hweesung sighs.
“Look, as an actor, you have to feel it. It’s your first big role like that, I know it might be stressing, but either you try hard or we’re going to take someone else.”
Kibum nods again. The vision of being kicked out of the project he’s dreamt of is not too pleasant.
“I will try. I’m sorry for causing problems.”
Hweesung shakes his head, smiling uneasily.
“Kibum. Every single day of shooting costs some serious money. You did really well on those scenes in which you didn’t have to cooperate with Kahi. With those other women you were distant, reluctant and suspicious, and it was perfect. But Kahi plays your lover, a girl you’re obsessed with, you should be crazy about her! You know, what I mean?”
“… yes, boss.”
But instead of going to apologize to Kahi, he decides to take a little break and go out of the set.
He notices someone following him, trying to remain unnoticed and, presumably so, make him a surprise.
Kibum shakes his head, an involuntarily smile curving his lips.
That idiot.
“Jjong, you can crawl out of that table, I know that you’re here anyways” Kibum sighs, his hands occupied with menu full of different types of coffees. He hears a gasp and then rustling of the tablecloth and, in a split of seconds, there he is- Kim Jonghyun, in flesh and bones, Hweesung’s nephew, wannabe-actor, following his uncle everywhere so he can get close to the world of movies. He’s been also kind of a stalker when it came to Kibum- he always knew where the latter’s room would be, what he liked to eat, what he disliked (the first time he took him out to a restaurant, he told the chef to take all the carrots out of Kibum’s broth; the actor was purely shocked). It was both endearing and unnerving.
“How did you know I was there?” the puppy-look is already sent in Kibum’s direction, along with a cute, but yet so silly pout that Kibum both adores and loathes. He quirks his brows, not letting a smile deceive him, and turns a page in the menu.
“You always follow me whenever I go out. It’s not that difficult to guess, knowing those inexistent ninja skills of yours.”
Jonghyun huffs and to this Kibum can’t not react. He laughs out loud, his laugh vibrant, characteristic, and just so him.
The latter responds to the sudden outburst with a sly smirk. He crosses his arms and tilts his head.
“So” he begins “problems with feeling it again?”
Kibum’s laughter dies as he remembers the talk he’s had with the director.
“Yeah. Apparently, tomorrow will be my last chance. Either I act it well or I’m fired” he exhales, standing up to make an order. When he comes back, Jonghyun’s chair is now magically standing right beside his chair.
That sly bastard.
He sits on his chair, not making any comment about the sudden proximity- Jonghyun’s too confident already.
Unexpectedly, Jonghyun’s arm hooks around Kibum’s, and his lips come dangerously close to his ear.
“Want to try it out with me?” he breathes in a husky, deep voice and for a moment, Kibum forgets how to breath.
But then he snaps out of it, pushes Jonghyun away (the bastard is smirking again) and makes a face at him.
“Try ‘it’ out? What the hell are you talking about?” he snarls, crossing his arms defensively.
“Well. You have problems with showing affection, love and lust. How about you try it all on me? Shouldn’t be too hard, I mean, I’m rather sexy and alluring and it’s hard to resist me” he winks and Kibum rolls his eyes.
“… Jjong. You’re my friend. And, straight as an arrow, on top of that. I don’t even want to know the reason for your volunteering, but, believe me, I’m not going to agree to that. Forget it.”
Apparently Jonghyun takes it as a challenge, as his eyes sparkle and he suddenly leaves the cafeteria.
The next time Kibum sees Jonghyun is when he enters his walk-in closet, catching the other fumbling in one of his drawers. His reaction is immediate- he slams the door behind him, screams some profanities at his friend (what if he finds something… strange… like, Jude Law’s photo from Vanity Fair photoshoot that Kibum kind of can’t get rid of…?), approaches him rapidly and-
And, well. There’s a gun pointed to his chest.
That was quite unexpected.
Instead of laughing it off and whipping the gun from that idiot’s grip, Kibum simply freezes. He can’t think straight, he doesn’t realize that if this gun has been pulled out of his drawer, then it means it’s just a dummy gun that can’t harm him; all he can focus on is the fucking barrel stuck to my chest and why the hell is this idiot doing this and I’m too young to die, I’m still a virgin, I have a family to feed, no no no no-
“If you want to kill me, just do it now” he says, his lips trembling slightly as he dares to lift his gaze and lock it with Jonghyun’s; he sees a flash of surprise on the latter’s face (that bastard…), which is quickly replaced with a very solemn and, at once, passionate expression.
What the fuck is going on-
“Don’t you ever, ever, make a woman approach you like that” Jonghyun snarls and Kibum needs a moment for the words to sink in.
… wait. What.
Is he really pointing a gun to his chest and quasi-confessing to him that he’s jealous?...
No, that can’t really be the case, can it…?
“What do you even mean?” Kibum asks, frowning and sending Jonghyun the most disappointed gaze he can muster. It seems to work.
You betrayed me, you fucking betrayed me, and I thought we were friends-
“That last woman. I won’t let any of them come that close to you ever again, you’re mine, don’t you understand, YOU’RE MINE!”
And that makes Kibum widen his eyes and gape at Jonghyun, whose eyes are now glistering with angry tears; the whole scene is so bizarre, so weird that for a moment Kibum wonders if it’s all just a dream.
The cold touch of metal on his chest proves him wrong.
He tries to think of anything, anything that could’ve made Jonghyun crazy like that; ‘last woman’ can be Kahi, but, what has she done? Sure, she’s touched Kibum, she’s approached him, but she didn’t do anythi-
Wait. On the set she didn’t do anything. Yet. In the scenario though, there’s a plenty of bed scenes involving the two of them.
But, no, that’s a ridiculous thought.
Kibum focuses on the gun again.
“Put it down” he silently pleads, seeing that Jonghyun’s expression hasn’t changed even a bit. It’s rather unnerving.
“Not until you promise me there won’t be another woman” comes the reply, and Kibum is taken aback, again.
He’s crazy. He’s gone fucking mad, or, maybe he’s drugged, I bet they have some drugs in he-
“I promise. Nobody but you. Now, let go” he says, though not entirely sure of the possible result of his promise; but nothing really matters at this moment, it’s either him surviving or him dying, why would his words matter anyways.
But, strangely, they seem to work.
Jonghyun slowly, agonizingly slowly takes the gun away, his gaze never leaving Kibum’s, his plush lips parting just slightly to mouth “mine” over and over again. Kibum only begins to feel his blood circulate again, when he hears an exclamation:
“That was quite stunning, Kibum, you learn really fast! If I knew there was so much chemistry between the two of you before…”
The young actor simply stares at Jonghyun, whose expression is back to normal (means: puppy-like), as director Hweesung approaches them with a winning smile on his lips.
Kibum can still only stare somehow dumbfounded at the guy who’s just changed from a very-possessive-psycho back to his silly friend.
It takes him some time to understand the director’s next words:
“I think we have to change the concept.”
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A/N: So, before anything - I don't know what it is. All I know is that 11 days ago I watched 'The Lonely Heart Killers' and was so enthralled by it (Jared Leto and Salma Hayek were fantastic, js), that, somehow, after watching it I wrote first 1700 words of it. Idek. It was just a spur of moment. And I needed to write something rather pointless. AND I kinda missed writing JongKey, so, yeah... I'll update 'Ashtray Heart' within some 2 days, by the way.
Jude Law's photo that Kibum's secretly carrying with him is this one:
DON'T ASK ME WHY KIBUM HAD A CRUSH ON HIM, I'VE NO IDEA. I mean. I DO, just look at him as Bosie in 'Wilde' (GOD HE WAS SO PERFECT AND SO WAS THE WHOLE CAST AND THE MOVIE ITSELF) or as Dicky in 'Tallended Mr Replay' (LOVIN' IT). Um. Yeah, I really have a huge crush on him though that doesn't matter, but that's probably why Kibum likes him too. Yeah. -.-
And I kinda dunno what to do with myself after this JongTae moment rn, I can't handle these feelings I'm having rn, JONGHYUN'S BACK /drooling/ but, really, that was probably the most sensual kpop fanservice in the history. It beats all Heechul's kisses, js. Idek. I need to go to sleep.
Or no, I'll go watch some more 'Monster' (THIS ANIME IS JUST INCREDIBLE. GO AND WATCH IF YOU HAVE SOME FREE TIME, YOU WON'T REGRET IT).
Um, yeah, I'll just go. Ugh.
-EDIT-
Ugh, that came out so wrong. It sounds as if I actually enjoyed the performance, but, tbqh, it just shocked me and I'm pretty sure it's not... what they want to do. I mean. Idek how to say it, but, as hot as it looks like, Hito does not approve *na-uh*. Jsyk I'm not getting butthurt like many JongKey shippers are (I DON'T WANT TO BE A PART OF THIS FANDOM SOMETIMES, YOU KNOW?), I'm not like 'why couldn't it be Key', I'm more like... why are they doing such thing onstage? Now, having already recovered from the shock, I can soberly say IT'S NOT THE REALITY THAT I WANTED. Punto.
Pairing: JongKey
Rating: R
Word Count: 2379
Genre: AU, romance
Summary: Kibum's a young actor working on his first main role.
„You do love me, don’t you?” she snarls, her brows meeting in the middle, as the gun is pointed in her direction. She takes a step closer, approaching the man, letting his gun stop right above her temple.
Her fingers wander barely below his waist, right under his belt. They skim the fabric of his corduroy trousers, making the man shiver-
Supposedly making the man shiver. Oh, well.
She ignores the irritation beginning to show in the roughness of her movements and just goes with the flow.
“You love me, Ray, do you” she now purrs aggressively, the muzzle breaks cold sweat out of her everywhere it touches her face; her Korean accent doesn’t make the English name sound silly; it only adds the exotic feeling to the whole scene.
Well, it would, if Ray wasn’t so fucking clueless and unresponsive.
Her lips come close to his ear, so that his gun now moves to the back of her head. She licks the shell and whispers:
“If you don’t love me, kill me now.”
And then she feels it. Again. He rolls his eyes. He fucking rolls his fucking eyes and it drives her fucking mad.
“You’re insufferable, you know that?!” she shouts, detaching her body from his, grabbing the gun, easily taking it away from him, and throwing it onto the floor with all force.
The whole crew goes silent.
And then there goes the order:
“CUT!”
Fuming actress leaves to her room, and her place in front of the very reluctantly acting actor is replaced by Choi Hweesung, the director.
“What was that, Kibum.” he doesn’t even try to make it sound like a question; it’s nothing more than an exasperated sigh, a sentence he’s been repeating way too often these past few days.
Kibum, visibly annoyed, just shrugs and kneels down to lift the gun from the floor.
He knows that he should be more cooperative than that. He knows that the opportunity to work with Park Kahi- the Park Kahi, every Korean men wet dream- is something many would kill for. He fucking knows it. But it doesn’t change the fact that he’s far from being content.
“Kibum. You do realize that if you don’t start cooperating, we’ll just take someone in your place. I know you’re good, but if you’re not good enough to work as her partner, you’ll be fired. There’s a plenty of actors that would happily replace you” the director says and Kibum can’t do anything but nod, sighing in defeat. He might really dislike Kahi, but this role is something he’s dreamt of ever since he heard the rumour about the new, Korean version of the story of “the Lonely Heart Killers’- a pair of lovers that killed about twenty women that answered their messages from matrimonial ads. He’s seen all three movies that’s been made about the couple, and it still fascinates him to no end. So, where the subject came up, he was the first to haunt the director and the crew with phone calls and asking for casting. Finally, he got his opportunity, played really well as Raymond Fernandez (he was his favourite movie character after all) and got the role, winning with some hundred of other young, talented actors.
On the set he was just as good as he appeared on the casting, but there was one thing he couldn’t get through though; the love scenes.
Before “The Lonely Heart Killers” he would play in several commercials and have some not too significant roles in action movies. Most of the times, he’d be just a supernumerary; the longest time he appeared on the scene was for about five minutes. It was some low-budget horror movie with a lot of erotic scenes in it. He played a hooker in a brothel, banging some blonde girl (that was about to get shot in a matter of a few minutes) hard to the mattress. It was when he got his first kiss; he didn’t even remember the actress’ name. What he remembered was the amount of disgust and annoyance he’d feel when their lips and bodies came to contact.
He knew some of his friends from the set had numerous problems with keeping their hormones on a leash, especially when it came to sensual scenes, not to mention the erotic ones. He, on the other hand, has never had a boner onstage- it was just a work for him, he didn’t mix feelings and attraction with pretence.
Well, it started to be a problem actually. Because the more distant and immune he became, the harder it was for him to play such scenes right.
Somehow, even the most attractive actress’ bodies couldn’t lit a fire in him. And it wasn’t that he was asexual or something. But he just couldn’t feel any excitement, any sparks. He suspected that rubbing his seemingly naked body back and forth against the actress’ equally topless one was no different than actual fucking. Only this way, he was just rubbing himself against her, not sliding in and out of her. But, it didn’t make any difference for him.
The thing was that he could act anything. Rage, despair, craving, shock, panic, madness, cruelty.
But love? Lust?
Those were those two essential things he could never, ever show onstage. He could act them on his own, without any actress around- but when he had to show someone affection, he’d feel discouraged and annoyed.
Some of his friends joked that maybe he was gay. Oh, fucking great.
But then again, he did have a major crush on Jude Law back in time…
“Kibum, are you even listening to me?”
He snaps out of the trance and looks the director in the eyes. He’s very young as for the director, only thirty, and he’s already made some seven really significant movies. He’s a personage in the world of movies, a dream-coworker of every debuting and old actor.
And a very handsome, attractive man on top of that.
Life is so unfair.
“I am, boss” Kibum finally nods “I… I just don’t feel it.”
Hweesung sighs.
“Look, as an actor, you have to feel it. It’s your first big role like that, I know it might be stressing, but either you try hard or we’re going to take someone else.”
Kibum nods again. The vision of being kicked out of the project he’s dreamt of is not too pleasant.
“I will try. I’m sorry for causing problems.”
Hweesung shakes his head, smiling uneasily.
“Kibum. Every single day of shooting costs some serious money. You did really well on those scenes in which you didn’t have to cooperate with Kahi. With those other women you were distant, reluctant and suspicious, and it was perfect. But Kahi plays your lover, a girl you’re obsessed with, you should be crazy about her! You know, what I mean?”
“… yes, boss.”
But instead of going to apologize to Kahi, he decides to take a little break and go out of the set.
He notices someone following him, trying to remain unnoticed and, presumably so, make him a surprise.
Kibum shakes his head, an involuntarily smile curving his lips.
That idiot.
“Jjong, you can crawl out of that table, I know that you’re here anyways” Kibum sighs, his hands occupied with menu full of different types of coffees. He hears a gasp and then rustling of the tablecloth and, in a split of seconds, there he is- Kim Jonghyun, in flesh and bones, Hweesung’s nephew, wannabe-actor, following his uncle everywhere so he can get close to the world of movies. He’s been also kind of a stalker when it came to Kibum- he always knew where the latter’s room would be, what he liked to eat, what he disliked (the first time he took him out to a restaurant, he told the chef to take all the carrots out of Kibum’s broth; the actor was purely shocked). It was both endearing and unnerving.
“How did you know I was there?” the puppy-look is already sent in Kibum’s direction, along with a cute, but yet so silly pout that Kibum both adores and loathes. He quirks his brows, not letting a smile deceive him, and turns a page in the menu.
“You always follow me whenever I go out. It’s not that difficult to guess, knowing those inexistent ninja skills of yours.”
Jonghyun huffs and to this Kibum can’t not react. He laughs out loud, his laugh vibrant, characteristic, and just so him.
The latter responds to the sudden outburst with a sly smirk. He crosses his arms and tilts his head.
“So” he begins “problems with feeling it again?”
Kibum’s laughter dies as he remembers the talk he’s had with the director.
“Yeah. Apparently, tomorrow will be my last chance. Either I act it well or I’m fired” he exhales, standing up to make an order. When he comes back, Jonghyun’s chair is now magically standing right beside his chair.
That sly bastard.
He sits on his chair, not making any comment about the sudden proximity- Jonghyun’s too confident already.
Unexpectedly, Jonghyun’s arm hooks around Kibum’s, and his lips come dangerously close to his ear.
“Want to try it out with me?” he breathes in a husky, deep voice and for a moment, Kibum forgets how to breath.
But then he snaps out of it, pushes Jonghyun away (the bastard is smirking again) and makes a face at him.
“Try ‘it’ out? What the hell are you talking about?” he snarls, crossing his arms defensively.
“Well. You have problems with showing affection, love and lust. How about you try it all on me? Shouldn’t be too hard, I mean, I’m rather sexy and alluring and it’s hard to resist me” he winks and Kibum rolls his eyes.
“… Jjong. You’re my friend. And, straight as an arrow, on top of that. I don’t even want to know the reason for your volunteering, but, believe me, I’m not going to agree to that. Forget it.”
Apparently Jonghyun takes it as a challenge, as his eyes sparkle and he suddenly leaves the cafeteria.
The next time Kibum sees Jonghyun is when he enters his walk-in closet, catching the other fumbling in one of his drawers. His reaction is immediate- he slams the door behind him, screams some profanities at his friend (what if he finds something… strange… like, Jude Law’s photo from Vanity Fair photoshoot that Kibum kind of can’t get rid of…?), approaches him rapidly and-
And, well. There’s a gun pointed to his chest.
That was quite unexpected.
Instead of laughing it off and whipping the gun from that idiot’s grip, Kibum simply freezes. He can’t think straight, he doesn’t realize that if this gun has been pulled out of his drawer, then it means it’s just a dummy gun that can’t harm him; all he can focus on is the fucking barrel stuck to my chest and why the hell is this idiot doing this and I’m too young to die, I’m still a virgin, I have a family to feed, no no no no-
“If you want to kill me, just do it now” he says, his lips trembling slightly as he dares to lift his gaze and lock it with Jonghyun’s; he sees a flash of surprise on the latter’s face (that bastard…), which is quickly replaced with a very solemn and, at once, passionate expression.
What the fuck is going on-
“Don’t you ever, ever, make a woman approach you like that” Jonghyun snarls and Kibum needs a moment for the words to sink in.
… wait. What.
Is he really pointing a gun to his chest and quasi-confessing to him that he’s jealous?...
No, that can’t really be the case, can it…?
“What do you even mean?” Kibum asks, frowning and sending Jonghyun the most disappointed gaze he can muster. It seems to work.
You betrayed me, you fucking betrayed me, and I thought we were friends-
“That last woman. I won’t let any of them come that close to you ever again, you’re mine, don’t you understand, YOU’RE MINE!”
And that makes Kibum widen his eyes and gape at Jonghyun, whose eyes are now glistering with angry tears; the whole scene is so bizarre, so weird that for a moment Kibum wonders if it’s all just a dream.
The cold touch of metal on his chest proves him wrong.
He tries to think of anything, anything that could’ve made Jonghyun crazy like that; ‘last woman’ can be Kahi, but, what has she done? Sure, she’s touched Kibum, she’s approached him, but she didn’t do anythi-
Wait. On the set she didn’t do anything. Yet. In the scenario though, there’s a plenty of bed scenes involving the two of them.
But, no, that’s a ridiculous thought.
Kibum focuses on the gun again.
“Put it down” he silently pleads, seeing that Jonghyun’s expression hasn’t changed even a bit. It’s rather unnerving.
“Not until you promise me there won’t be another woman” comes the reply, and Kibum is taken aback, again.
He’s crazy. He’s gone fucking mad, or, maybe he’s drugged, I bet they have some drugs in he-
“I promise. Nobody but you. Now, let go” he says, though not entirely sure of the possible result of his promise; but nothing really matters at this moment, it’s either him surviving or him dying, why would his words matter anyways.
But, strangely, they seem to work.
Jonghyun slowly, agonizingly slowly takes the gun away, his gaze never leaving Kibum’s, his plush lips parting just slightly to mouth “mine” over and over again. Kibum only begins to feel his blood circulate again, when he hears an exclamation:
“That was quite stunning, Kibum, you learn really fast! If I knew there was so much chemistry between the two of you before…”
The young actor simply stares at Jonghyun, whose expression is back to normal (means: puppy-like), as director Hweesung approaches them with a winning smile on his lips.
Kibum can still only stare somehow dumbfounded at the guy who’s just changed from a very-possessive-psycho back to his silly friend.
It takes him some time to understand the director’s next words:
“I think we have to change the concept.”
_____________________________________________________________________
A/N: So, before anything - I don't know what it is. All I know is that 11 days ago I watched 'The Lonely Heart Killers' and was so enthralled by it (Jared Leto and Salma Hayek were fantastic, js), that, somehow, after watching it I wrote first 1700 words of it. Idek. It was just a spur of moment. And I needed to write something rather pointless. AND I kinda missed writing JongKey, so, yeah... I'll update 'Ashtray Heart' within some 2 days, by the way.
Jude Law's photo that Kibum's secretly carrying with him is this one:
DON'T ASK ME WHY KIBUM HAD A CRUSH ON HIM, I'VE NO IDEA. I mean. I DO, just look at him as Bosie in 'Wilde' (GOD HE WAS SO PERFECT AND SO WAS THE WHOLE CAST AND THE MOVIE ITSELF) or as Dicky in 'Tallended Mr Replay' (LOVIN' IT). Um. Yeah, I really have a huge crush on him though that doesn't matter, but that's probably why Kibum likes him too. Yeah. -.-
And I kinda dunno what to do with myself after this JongTae moment rn, I can't handle these feelings I'm having rn, JONGHYUN'S BACK /drooling/ but, really, that was probably the most sensual kpop fanservice in the history. It beats all Heechul's kisses, js. Idek. I need to go to sleep.
Or no, I'll go watch some more 'Monster' (THIS ANIME IS JUST INCREDIBLE. GO AND WATCH IF YOU HAVE SOME FREE TIME, YOU WON'T REGRET IT).
Um, yeah, I'll just go. Ugh.
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Ugh, that came out so wrong. It sounds as if I actually enjoyed the performance, but, tbqh, it just shocked me and I'm pretty sure it's not... what they want to do. I mean. Idek how to say it, but, as hot as it looks like, Hito does not approve *na-uh*. Jsyk I'm not getting butthurt like many JongKey shippers are (I DON'T WANT TO BE A PART OF THIS FANDOM SOMETIMES, YOU KNOW?), I'm not like 'why couldn't it be Key', I'm more like... why are they doing such thing onstage? Now, having already recovered from the shock, I can soberly say IT'S NOT THE REALITY THAT I WANTED. Punto.