The Longest Day [2/?]
Title: The Longest Day [2/?]
Genre: AU, fantasy, romance, slight horror
Rating: R
Word Count: 1810
Pairing: JongKey
Summary: Jonghyun and Key move to a new town together and their perfect life begins to shatter.
Previous chapters: [ 1]
Write is the first thought that comes to Kibum’s half-conscious mind in the morning. He doesn’t know what that’s supposed to mean, it probably was something in his dream that he can’t remember.
He slowly opens his eyes and purrs in contentment. Jonghyun’s sleeping face is a few inches away from his, his arm is heavy and reassuring, encircling Kibum’s waist.
Kibum smiles. All he’s ever wanted since he met his boyfriend was to move in with him. They finally made it, finally reached their dream after seven years of knowing each other, including three years of being a couple.
World finally gives them the green light. Jonghyun stirs and then mumbles something incoherent. Kibum chuckles and runs his fingers through his lover’s dyed, honey hair, that’s sticking out in every possible direction. He stays like this, all giddy inside, feeling butterflies explode in his stomach. All is calm and beautiful.
Until Jonghyun’s mouth form audible words.
“Dis… disgusting… fucking unbearable…”
Kibum freezes; it’s first time he hears Jonghyun saying something other than his name in his sleep, but it’s not what concerns him. It’s the tone of his voice, something that makes him shift uncomfortably.
“D-don’t touch me you filthy bastard…”
Kibum’s eyes widen, his hand cradles Joghyun’s face.
“Jjong, baby, wake-“
“I said don’t fucking touch me!” Jonghyun yells and jolts awake; he’s sitting, elbows braced, eyes lost and glittering. He’s panting, his face painted with something that can be only described as wildness, but it suddenly changes when he spots Kibum next to him. It’s as if he wakes up just now, seeing him, his expression softens, there’s a smile spreading on his face…
“Good morning, love” he breathes and plants a kiss on Kibum’s temple. The other can’t help the shudder.
“Hey, Jjongie…” he mumbles still a bit shaken up by this peculiar behaviour of his lover. Sure, nightmares aren’t something we can control, but this look in his eyes when he woke up-
Or maybe he was daydreaming. Tiredness does weird things to people.
“Baby? You alright?” Jonghyun asks softly, seeing Kibum’s perplexed expression. He cradles his faces in order to relax him.
It always works, today is no exception.
“I… no, nothing. Are you?” Kibum replies, leaning into the touch like a content kitty. His lover chuckles and hooks his arms around Kibum’s neck.
“Sure thing, why?”
He smells so good, Kibum thinks nuzzling Jonghyun’s neck. For a moment, he doesn’t remember what it’s all about. Only when Jonghyun hums questioningly, he answers:
“You were writhing in your dream. What were you dreaming of?”
“You.”
Kibum’s heart flutters for a moment. Jonghyun can feel it. He always could. He always could read him like an open bok.
“Baby?...”
“You…” Kibum swallows, feeling anxious all over “you really did?”
“Yeah.”
“Then what… what was it about the ‘filthy bastard’?”
“Who…?”
“You were saying it in your sleep.”
“I don’t remember a thing.”
“You said it right before waking up.”
“I really can’t remember a thing. I had a nightmare? So… the dream about you was so amazing that it won against it. Or so it seems.”
“What was it about?”
Jonghyun sends him a lazy grin.
“Well, it was me waking up with you in my arms in our own place where no one could judge us or wake us up.”
Kibum fights the urge to call his lover a sap, because his words hold a hidden, upsetting meaning.
We still have to hide. We can’t live with our families and friends because they don’t understand ‘us.’
Still, Jonghyun’s mere presence and his lovey-dovey attitude since the very morning make Kibum sure that their choice was a good one. They’ll ponder on bad consequences later. Now it’s time to cuddle.
Jonghyun, always considerate, decided that he’d go to search for work. Kibum was to stay at home (their home, it sounds so amazing), take care of it and have time for himself to relax. Not that it was what he really wanted.
“We just moved in and I’m already turning into a housewife?” he whines, pouting his cute lips. Jonghyun’s heart melts at sight.
“Baby, I promise you I won’t make too much mess in my room so that you won’t have to-“
“That’s not what I meant” the younger boy sighs, his head resting on Jonghyun’s broad shoulder. “It’s just… I’m a man too, you know? I don’t want you to do all the work. I want to be useful too.”
Jonghyun chuckles and brings his hand to Kibum’s chin, making him look at him.
“Look, Kibum, your presence is doing all the work. You’re the best motivation and payment one could ever ask for.”
Kibum slaps his arm playfully, mumbling some incoherent phrases and blushing slightly.
“So… I’m just a nice thing? Like money?” he finally manages to blurt out, not succeeding in making it sound half as offensive as he intended to. He hates it, hates how defenseless and shy can the older boy make him. Well, he is Kibum Kibum, the most intimidating, self-concerned, proud and cocky human being you’ll ever come across.
Somehow though, one look from Jonghyun is enough to make him turn into a blushing, incoherent mess. Even though he’s definitely seen Kibum naked as many times as his mum did when he was a baby.
It feels as if he’s a love-struck schoolgirl going on a date for the first time. Only, three years of dating can hardly be called ‘going on a date for the first time’.
Sure, sometimes Kibum would be the one to take the initiative, to seduce Jonghyun and make him come apart with just mere teasing touching. Sometimes he’d regain his diva-ish attitude and make Jonghyun’s throat go dry with a sight of Kibum’s shy smirk and dark, lust-blown eyes.
But, unsurprisingly so, such moments would come only when there’d be an audience. Let’s say, in a club, where Kibum could use all his most alluring sides to feel wanted, admired by others and trapped possessively by the only one. Yeah, the dance floor was his own stage, somewhere where he could unleash his sexuality. And then he’d go home with Jonghyun and they’d make love for hours.
Yes, make love. It sounds corny and stupid, but that’s the only way to describe it. They never fucked. They made love.
Kibum would sometimes roll his eyes and fake disgust when he’d hear this expression, but deep inside he knew that what they had was something that many couples wouldn’t ever have.
People forgot how to blush. How to cherish all the little, precious, fleeting moments. Many of them forgot that to love means to give, not- to take. Kibum, as much as it annoyed him, every day would still feel a bit insecure, a bit scared, but not because he didn’t trust Jonghyun- actually, it was the opposite. He was insecure because all that they had- minus the family issues- was perfect. It was everything he wished for in love and more.
He was still head over heels for Jonghyun. And he knew that the feeling was mutual.
“Bummie, you silly, silly boy” and here it is again, that goofy grin, that blinding smile. Those strong arms enveloping Kibum in a loving embrace.
Will our love always be this perfect? Kibum ponders, melting into the embrace.
He’s not naïve, but he’s trustful towards Jonghyun.
Yeah, it’s going to be like this forever. What could possibly break them apart anyway?
“Don’t you want to try out the bath together?” Kibum murmurs, his heartbeat speeding up at the words. He can hear Jonghyun’s breath hitch.
“I’d love to, baby. But it seems like it’s time for me to go to my job interview.”
“How did you even get an interview so early? We just barely-“
“I’ve had this all planned, kitty. I still have some surprises up my sleeve” Jonghyun proudly announces. Kibum only sighs.
“Guess I’m going to try it out on my own…”
At this, Jonghyun’s eyes sparkle; he leans his head and whispers straight to Kibum’s ear:
“We’ll try its size and utility tonight” these words are enough to send chills down Kibum’s spine. But he still has to take the bath on his own before that.
It’s a bit smeared due to the contact with water and soap, but it’s still readable.
Kibum’s heart stops.
I… I wrote that?
He stares incredulously at the unknown name written on his leg.
When would I… no, it’s a nonsense… I… ah, I got it! Jonghyun decided to make a joke and wrote it when I was asleep.
But it’s not Jonghyun’s writing. He writes “M” in a completely different way.
Oh God, it’s not like you write the same on the paper and on someone’s ankle. Just stop it.
But then… why would he write some girl’s name on my leg?
This question was left unanswered.
Kibum starts rubbing the writing furiously with the foam. There’s still this possibility that it wasn’t Jonghyun. Kibum shivers at that thought.
I haven’t met anyone yet, I don’t know anyone, we just moved in…
Miryo
Miryo
Miryo
The name rings in his ears, but he still can’t associate it with someone he knows. There is the only way to find out.
“Baby, do you know someone named Miryo?”
They watch MTV Rocks together, there’s some hit list Jonghyun wanted to see so badly. When Dan Reynolds sings that he’s “radioactive”, Kibum decides to speak. The reaction is immediate.
“Bet she’s way better in bed than you.”
Kibum stares at the stuffed toys on the ring and doesn’t reply. Suddenly, he feels way more scared than when he discovered the writing on his ankle.
“Baby?”
He doesn’t react. Jonghyun’s voice is soft and tender again, completely different from one he replied to his question.
Better in bed than you.
Don’t fucking touch me.
“Baby? Did you say anything?”
Jonghyun’s hand is there, forcing Kibum to look him in the eye. Jonghyun’s expression is peaceful though slightly concerned. It’s the loving Jonghyun Kibum’s known for ages.
I had to mishear it.
“Nothing, forget it.”
Later on, as they fall asleep on their bed in their bedroom, Kibum thinks he has to write something down, write anything, write, just write, but what, what is it that he has to write down, he has no idea. Jonghyun’s arms are safe and they feel like home they could never really have. Not together.
Write it down, write everything down, write it, what do I have to write?
Half-asleep, he draws some letters on Jonghyun’s back with his finger.
“It tickles.”
So he stops writing and hides his face in Jonghyun’s chest. He feels a light kiss pressed on top of his head and finally falls asleep.
He wakes up in the morning only to find that Jonghyun is gone.
A/N: So. I'm here. Thought I'd never come back. Yeah, sounds dramatic and stupid, but it's true. I've been through some things and it made me not only drift away from fandom but even become kind of allergic to everything connected to SHINee. I love them like crazy, I still ship JongKey and probably won't ever stop, but some things made me feel literally sick in the stomach when I thought about listening to SHINee. Not to mention reading/writing fics.
But something happened today and somehow I'm here, posting this, and wiping my eyes, because, well, I played 'Hello' album for the first time in about a year, I think. And it made me kind of emotional. Don't judge me.
Okay, so. I don't know if anyone will still continue reading this. I'm just glad I finally got some courage to post here. Gosh, it's been a while.
Sorry for errors, it's the first long text I wrote in English since the last update. Emails don't count. Yeah.
/God, I missed it so much.
Somehow, Key makes me absolutely and ridicuously histerical.
EDIT
Just realized my last post here was made on the 24th of September 2012. I can't believe it.
Genre: AU, fantasy, romance, slight horror
Rating: R
Word Count: 1810
Pairing: JongKey
Summary: Jonghyun and Key move to a new town together and their perfect life begins to shatter.
Previous chapters: [ 1]
Write is the first thought that comes to Kibum’s half-conscious mind in the morning. He doesn’t know what that’s supposed to mean, it probably was something in his dream that he can’t remember.
He slowly opens his eyes and purrs in contentment. Jonghyun’s sleeping face is a few inches away from his, his arm is heavy and reassuring, encircling Kibum’s waist.
Kibum smiles. All he’s ever wanted since he met his boyfriend was to move in with him. They finally made it, finally reached their dream after seven years of knowing each other, including three years of being a couple.
World finally gives them the green light. Jonghyun stirs and then mumbles something incoherent. Kibum chuckles and runs his fingers through his lover’s dyed, honey hair, that’s sticking out in every possible direction. He stays like this, all giddy inside, feeling butterflies explode in his stomach. All is calm and beautiful.
Until Jonghyun’s mouth form audible words.
“Dis… disgusting… fucking unbearable…”
Kibum freezes; it’s first time he hears Jonghyun saying something other than his name in his sleep, but it’s not what concerns him. It’s the tone of his voice, something that makes him shift uncomfortably.
“D-don’t touch me you filthy bastard…”
Kibum’s eyes widen, his hand cradles Joghyun’s face.
“Jjong, baby, wake-“
“I said don’t fucking touch me!” Jonghyun yells and jolts awake; he’s sitting, elbows braced, eyes lost and glittering. He’s panting, his face painted with something that can be only described as wildness, but it suddenly changes when he spots Kibum next to him. It’s as if he wakes up just now, seeing him, his expression softens, there’s a smile spreading on his face…
“Good morning, love” he breathes and plants a kiss on Kibum’s temple. The other can’t help the shudder.
“Hey, Jjongie…” he mumbles still a bit shaken up by this peculiar behaviour of his lover. Sure, nightmares aren’t something we can control, but this look in his eyes when he woke up-
Or maybe he was daydreaming. Tiredness does weird things to people.
“Baby? You alright?” Jonghyun asks softly, seeing Kibum’s perplexed expression. He cradles his faces in order to relax him.
It always works, today is no exception.
“I… no, nothing. Are you?” Kibum replies, leaning into the touch like a content kitty. His lover chuckles and hooks his arms around Kibum’s neck.
“Sure thing, why?”
He smells so good, Kibum thinks nuzzling Jonghyun’s neck. For a moment, he doesn’t remember what it’s all about. Only when Jonghyun hums questioningly, he answers:
“You were writhing in your dream. What were you dreaming of?”
“You.”
Kibum’s heart flutters for a moment. Jonghyun can feel it. He always could. He always could read him like an open bok.
“Baby?...”
“You…” Kibum swallows, feeling anxious all over “you really did?”
“Yeah.”
“Then what… what was it about the ‘filthy bastard’?”
“Who…?”
“You were saying it in your sleep.”
“I don’t remember a thing.”
“You said it right before waking up.”
“I really can’t remember a thing. I had a nightmare? So… the dream about you was so amazing that it won against it. Or so it seems.”
“What was it about?”
Jonghyun sends him a lazy grin.
“Well, it was me waking up with you in my arms in our own place where no one could judge us or wake us up.”
Kibum fights the urge to call his lover a sap, because his words hold a hidden, upsetting meaning.
We still have to hide. We can’t live with our families and friends because they don’t understand ‘us.’
Still, Jonghyun’s mere presence and his lovey-dovey attitude since the very morning make Kibum sure that their choice was a good one. They’ll ponder on bad consequences later. Now it’s time to cuddle.
Jonghyun, always considerate, decided that he’d go to search for work. Kibum was to stay at home (their home, it sounds so amazing), take care of it and have time for himself to relax. Not that it was what he really wanted.
“We just moved in and I’m already turning into a housewife?” he whines, pouting his cute lips. Jonghyun’s heart melts at sight.
“Baby, I promise you I won’t make too much mess in my room so that you won’t have to-“
“That’s not what I meant” the younger boy sighs, his head resting on Jonghyun’s broad shoulder. “It’s just… I’m a man too, you know? I don’t want you to do all the work. I want to be useful too.”
Jonghyun chuckles and brings his hand to Kibum’s chin, making him look at him.
“Look, Kibum, your presence is doing all the work. You’re the best motivation and payment one could ever ask for.”
Kibum slaps his arm playfully, mumbling some incoherent phrases and blushing slightly.
“So… I’m just a nice thing? Like money?” he finally manages to blurt out, not succeeding in making it sound half as offensive as he intended to. He hates it, hates how defenseless and shy can the older boy make him. Well, he is Kibum Kibum, the most intimidating, self-concerned, proud and cocky human being you’ll ever come across.
Somehow though, one look from Jonghyun is enough to make him turn into a blushing, incoherent mess. Even though he’s definitely seen Kibum naked as many times as his mum did when he was a baby.
It feels as if he’s a love-struck schoolgirl going on a date for the first time. Only, three years of dating can hardly be called ‘going on a date for the first time’.
Sure, sometimes Kibum would be the one to take the initiative, to seduce Jonghyun and make him come apart with just mere teasing touching. Sometimes he’d regain his diva-ish attitude and make Jonghyun’s throat go dry with a sight of Kibum’s shy smirk and dark, lust-blown eyes.
But, unsurprisingly so, such moments would come only when there’d be an audience. Let’s say, in a club, where Kibum could use all his most alluring sides to feel wanted, admired by others and trapped possessively by the only one. Yeah, the dance floor was his own stage, somewhere where he could unleash his sexuality. And then he’d go home with Jonghyun and they’d make love for hours.
Yes, make love. It sounds corny and stupid, but that’s the only way to describe it. They never fucked. They made love.
Kibum would sometimes roll his eyes and fake disgust when he’d hear this expression, but deep inside he knew that what they had was something that many couples wouldn’t ever have.
People forgot how to blush. How to cherish all the little, precious, fleeting moments. Many of them forgot that to love means to give, not- to take. Kibum, as much as it annoyed him, every day would still feel a bit insecure, a bit scared, but not because he didn’t trust Jonghyun- actually, it was the opposite. He was insecure because all that they had- minus the family issues- was perfect. It was everything he wished for in love and more.
He was still head over heels for Jonghyun. And he knew that the feeling was mutual.
“Bummie, you silly, silly boy” and here it is again, that goofy grin, that blinding smile. Those strong arms enveloping Kibum in a loving embrace.
Will our love always be this perfect? Kibum ponders, melting into the embrace.
He’s not naïve, but he’s trustful towards Jonghyun.
Yeah, it’s going to be like this forever. What could possibly break them apart anyway?
“Don’t you want to try out the bath together?” Kibum murmurs, his heartbeat speeding up at the words. He can hear Jonghyun’s breath hitch.
“I’d love to, baby. But it seems like it’s time for me to go to my job interview.”
“How did you even get an interview so early? We just barely-“
“I’ve had this all planned, kitty. I still have some surprises up my sleeve” Jonghyun proudly announces. Kibum only sighs.
“Guess I’m going to try it out on my own…”
At this, Jonghyun’s eyes sparkle; he leans his head and whispers straight to Kibum’s ear:
“We’ll try its size and utility tonight” these words are enough to send chills down Kibum’s spine. But he still has to take the bath on his own before that.
It’s a bit smeared due to the contact with water and soap, but it’s still readable.
Kibum’s heart stops.
I… I wrote that?
He stares incredulously at the unknown name written on his leg.
When would I… no, it’s a nonsense… I… ah, I got it! Jonghyun decided to make a joke and wrote it when I was asleep.
But it’s not Jonghyun’s writing. He writes “M” in a completely different way.
Oh God, it’s not like you write the same on the paper and on someone’s ankle. Just stop it.
But then… why would he write some girl’s name on my leg?
This question was left unanswered.
Kibum starts rubbing the writing furiously with the foam. There’s still this possibility that it wasn’t Jonghyun. Kibum shivers at that thought.
I haven’t met anyone yet, I don’t know anyone, we just moved in…
Miryo
Miryo
Miryo
The name rings in his ears, but he still can’t associate it with someone he knows. There is the only way to find out.
“Baby, do you know someone named Miryo?”
They watch MTV Rocks together, there’s some hit list Jonghyun wanted to see so badly. When Dan Reynolds sings that he’s “radioactive”, Kibum decides to speak. The reaction is immediate.
“Bet she’s way better in bed than you.”
Kibum stares at the stuffed toys on the ring and doesn’t reply. Suddenly, he feels way more scared than when he discovered the writing on his ankle.
“Baby?”
He doesn’t react. Jonghyun’s voice is soft and tender again, completely different from one he replied to his question.
Better in bed than you.
Don’t fucking touch me.
“Baby? Did you say anything?”
Jonghyun’s hand is there, forcing Kibum to look him in the eye. Jonghyun’s expression is peaceful though slightly concerned. It’s the loving Jonghyun Kibum’s known for ages.
I had to mishear it.
“Nothing, forget it.”
Later on, as they fall asleep on their bed in their bedroom, Kibum thinks he has to write something down, write anything, write, just write, but what, what is it that he has to write down, he has no idea. Jonghyun’s arms are safe and they feel like home they could never really have. Not together.
Write it down, write everything down, write it, what do I have to write?
Half-asleep, he draws some letters on Jonghyun’s back with his finger.
“It tickles.”
So he stops writing and hides his face in Jonghyun’s chest. He feels a light kiss pressed on top of his head and finally falls asleep.
He wakes up in the morning only to find that Jonghyun is gone.
A/N: So. I'm here. Thought I'd never come back. Yeah, sounds dramatic and stupid, but it's true. I've been through some things and it made me not only drift away from fandom but even become kind of allergic to everything connected to SHINee. I love them like crazy, I still ship JongKey and probably won't ever stop, but some things made me feel literally sick in the stomach when I thought about listening to SHINee. Not to mention reading/writing fics.
But something happened today and somehow I'm here, posting this, and wiping my eyes, because, well, I played 'Hello' album for the first time in about a year, I think. And it made me kind of emotional. Don't judge me.
Okay, so. I don't know if anyone will still continue reading this. I'm just glad I finally got some courage to post here. Gosh, it's been a while.
Sorry for errors, it's the first long text I wrote in English since the last update. Emails don't count. Yeah.
/God, I missed it so much.
Somehow, Key makes me absolutely and ridicuously histerical.
EDIT
Just realized my last post here was made on the 24th of September 2012. I can't believe it.