JongKey Drabble
Title: Kaleidoscopes
Fandom: SHINee
Characters: Kim Kibum, Kim Jonghyun
Prompt: Red
Word Count: 393
Rating: PG
Summary: Kibum runs towards what he fears, and gets what he doesn't expect.
Author's Notes: I got bored waiting in line at the Financial Aid office at school today, so I wrote a drabble on my iPhone. It's my first fanfic in a long time, but hopefully it's a sign of more to come.
Kaleidescopes had bothered Key since before he could remember. They were the reason why he made his own jewelry, why he designed his own clothes. By doing so, by adorning himself with rainbows and colour confusing gems, he could trick himself into thinking he'd never dreamed of life in monochrome.
Jonghyun reminded Key of kaleidescopes, of old fears attempted to be forgotten. He made Kibum think of spinning nightmares and coalescing screams. Yet the reaction was the same, because Kibum didn't shy away from anything, even if it made him shiver and shout.
Propelled to Jonghyun by fear, he found love, or something like it. It was steamy kisses and dripping tongues. Sheets sticking to their skin like a snake's, waiting to be cast away, forgotten, as they moved on.
Two weeks after the first time Jonghyun took him -- hard, fast, moans and cries, more than a little vodka -- they were living together, tangled every night in Kibum's plum sheets.
The first time his blood stained the dark fabric, Kibum saw his death in a flash. Senseless to think it would end that way, embraced by a boy he wasn't in love with, but whom he loved. But he could feel death, tightening its cold fingers on his throat, filling him with terror whenever the other boy drew near.
"Kibum, wanna lay down and talk about it?"
From his spot at the foot of the bed, Kibum shook his head no. He didn't want to talk about how he thought Jonghyun might be killing him, some idiotic part of him that still clung to ideas long since cast into his id. But even as he negated, he was crawling up the bed, sliding into Jonghyun's arms.
When the tears started, he didn't know what to do. When incoherency spilled from his mouth he couldn't understand himself. Jonghyun seemed to, pulled Kibum close to him, ran his fingers back through his hair.
"It's okay, Kibum," he whispered, kissed the side of Kibum's head. "It's okay.."
More randomness, backwards words coming out right ways for Jonghyun, but so wrong for Kibum. He was shaking, his tears dripping from his chin to Jonghyun's chest, to the maroon sheets Jonghyun had picked out after the incident before.
His tears stopped, and he saw the stain. Only it wasn't blood. It wasn't death. It was life.
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Fandom: SHINee
Characters: Kim Kibum, Kim Jonghyun
Prompt: Red
Word Count: 393
Rating: PG
Summary: Kibum runs towards what he fears, and gets what he doesn't expect.
Author's Notes: I got bored waiting in line at the Financial Aid office at school today, so I wrote a drabble on my iPhone. It's my first fanfic in a long time, but hopefully it's a sign of more to come.
Kaleidescopes had bothered Key since before he could remember. They were the reason why he made his own jewelry, why he designed his own clothes. By doing so, by adorning himself with rainbows and colour confusing gems, he could trick himself into thinking he'd never dreamed of life in monochrome.
Jonghyun reminded Key of kaleidescopes, of old fears attempted to be forgotten. He made Kibum think of spinning nightmares and coalescing screams. Yet the reaction was the same, because Kibum didn't shy away from anything, even if it made him shiver and shout.
Propelled to Jonghyun by fear, he found love, or something like it. It was steamy kisses and dripping tongues. Sheets sticking to their skin like a snake's, waiting to be cast away, forgotten, as they moved on.
Two weeks after the first time Jonghyun took him -- hard, fast, moans and cries, more than a little vodka -- they were living together, tangled every night in Kibum's plum sheets.
The first time his blood stained the dark fabric, Kibum saw his death in a flash. Senseless to think it would end that way, embraced by a boy he wasn't in love with, but whom he loved. But he could feel death, tightening its cold fingers on his throat, filling him with terror whenever the other boy drew near.
"Kibum, wanna lay down and talk about it?"
From his spot at the foot of the bed, Kibum shook his head no. He didn't want to talk about how he thought Jonghyun might be killing him, some idiotic part of him that still clung to ideas long since cast into his id. But even as he negated, he was crawling up the bed, sliding into Jonghyun's arms.
When the tears started, he didn't know what to do. When incoherency spilled from his mouth he couldn't understand himself. Jonghyun seemed to, pulled Kibum close to him, ran his fingers back through his hair.
"It's okay, Kibum," he whispered, kissed the side of Kibum's head. "It's okay.."
More randomness, backwards words coming out right ways for Jonghyun, but so wrong for Kibum. He was shaking, his tears dripping from his chin to Jonghyun's chest, to the maroon sheets Jonghyun had picked out after the incident before.
His tears stopped, and he saw the stain. Only it wasn't blood. It wasn't death. It was life.
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