Without
Without
JongKey, ot5
PG
Warning: Nothing. Happens. Introspective Key-shot.
There are four people that Key considers the most important in his life.
The first is his grandmother; her grey hair always smelled like sweets, and her blue cotton skirts always had room to hide in the folds. She would always give him a little smile and a hug, commenting on how big he’d grown since two days ago that she last saw him.
The day she passed away was sunny and warm, but Kibum hid in the cool air of his home and watched the birds as they passed outside, sunlight flashing off of their wings. He’d cried and wiped his nose and told his mother that he was sick, so that he wouldn’t have to answer the door with a bright red nose and tear tracks down his face. The day was spent next to the window and under his blankets; his laptop lay abandoned on the table and his meals went uneaten.
Two days later, he ventured outside and ran miles away until he collapsed on the pavement, picking a patch on the side of the road and dry-heaving until he was sure his stomach would come out of his mouth. His legs ached as he headed back along the sidewalk. After a shower, he shaved the light stubble on his chin and stood up straight, looking himself in the eye. He left a crack in the glass and went to school the next day with bandages and shards covering his hands.
The second person that Kibum would die for is a little kid with bushy red hair and a constant smile on his face, his lanky limbs askew and shirt perpetually hanging from his lithe frame. The boy is only two years younger than Kibum himself but he sounds like a little kid when he talks and the sun just seems to sit in his eyes and shine. It’s youth, it’s living without restraint, and a kind of innocence that Kibum only wishes he had; so when Taemin starts smoking and drinking and cursing, Kibum averts his eyes and cries a few tears behind his hands.
He’s sitting on the hard concrete of the stairs as Taemin walks by with his new set of friends and his new black clothes, and something tears at Kibum’s heart with iron claws when he can’t see the sun inside of the boy’s eyes anymore. His hair is straightened and brown, and he smirks snidely at Kibum as he struts by. He kicks a can and flicks his cigarette in Kibum’s face, and the older boy snarls and tackles him.
The next day, he has his curls back and a black eye that the sun peeks out of again. Kibum cracks his bruised knuckles and he throws his arm around the boy and hugs him until he laughs. Taemin is his warmth and his innocence, and he’d probably kill himself without.
The third person is Jinki, a quiet older boy with kind eyes and brown hair that trips a lot and makes too many bad jokes. Kibum loves him because he’s a special kind of person that gives too much; he’s the person that focuses only when he wants and when he needs, especially if the need involves Kibum and his problems. He loves fried chicken and he loves Taemin, and it’s all Kibum needs because he has a warm shoulder to cry on when things are going wrong. Jinki is important in his life because taking him out means taking out what remains of Kibum’s sanity, and the thought is nearly enough to send him into a panic attack.
Fourth is Minho, captain of the football team and the basketball team and if there was a sport that was called being silent, he’d be captain of that team too. He’s the quietest of Kibum’s necessities, and a stabilizer for when Jinki is sick and Taemin has had one too many cans of soda. His stare follows anything that catches his interest with ease, and the rare smile makes Kibum’s day all that much brighter if he puts it there.
Minho he can’t live without because it’s unexplainable and inexplicable; he’s just Minho and he’s simply there without actually being there. He’s a support structure that Kibum would crumble without, undoubtedly quickly, like a heart stripped of its vessels. Without these people he feels like a speck of dirt, and without these people he’d rather be a speck of dirt than be alive.
But if Kibum is a speck of dirt, there's only one person that could possibly make him feel okay with that. He isn't an important person to Kibum, not by a long shot. His fingers are long, and they're perfect for carding through Kibum's hair. His breath is the sweetest thing, and his voice makes Kibum's heart flutter in his chest like a caged bird. His hands melt Kibum into a puddle and he loves the way the hollows in his body cast deep shadows in the middle of the night with only one lamp on. They lay in the grass and kiss and breathe in life together, until he is no longer an important player in Kibum’s world, but is his world.
Kim Jonghyun is his life, the thing that Kibum wakes up for and goes to sleep to, and without it he’s like a ghost and less than a shadow, because without him he isn’t anything.
I told you nothing happens.
JongKey, ot5
PG
Warning: Nothing. Happens. Introspective Key-shot.
There are four people that Key considers the most important in his life.
The first is his grandmother; her grey hair always smelled like sweets, and her blue cotton skirts always had room to hide in the folds. She would always give him a little smile and a hug, commenting on how big he’d grown since two days ago that she last saw him.
The day she passed away was sunny and warm, but Kibum hid in the cool air of his home and watched the birds as they passed outside, sunlight flashing off of their wings. He’d cried and wiped his nose and told his mother that he was sick, so that he wouldn’t have to answer the door with a bright red nose and tear tracks down his face. The day was spent next to the window and under his blankets; his laptop lay abandoned on the table and his meals went uneaten.
Two days later, he ventured outside and ran miles away until he collapsed on the pavement, picking a patch on the side of the road and dry-heaving until he was sure his stomach would come out of his mouth. His legs ached as he headed back along the sidewalk. After a shower, he shaved the light stubble on his chin and stood up straight, looking himself in the eye. He left a crack in the glass and went to school the next day with bandages and shards covering his hands.
The second person that Kibum would die for is a little kid with bushy red hair and a constant smile on his face, his lanky limbs askew and shirt perpetually hanging from his lithe frame. The boy is only two years younger than Kibum himself but he sounds like a little kid when he talks and the sun just seems to sit in his eyes and shine. It’s youth, it’s living without restraint, and a kind of innocence that Kibum only wishes he had; so when Taemin starts smoking and drinking and cursing, Kibum averts his eyes and cries a few tears behind his hands.
He’s sitting on the hard concrete of the stairs as Taemin walks by with his new set of friends and his new black clothes, and something tears at Kibum’s heart with iron claws when he can’t see the sun inside of the boy’s eyes anymore. His hair is straightened and brown, and he smirks snidely at Kibum as he struts by. He kicks a can and flicks his cigarette in Kibum’s face, and the older boy snarls and tackles him.
The next day, he has his curls back and a black eye that the sun peeks out of again. Kibum cracks his bruised knuckles and he throws his arm around the boy and hugs him until he laughs. Taemin is his warmth and his innocence, and he’d probably kill himself without.
The third person is Jinki, a quiet older boy with kind eyes and brown hair that trips a lot and makes too many bad jokes. Kibum loves him because he’s a special kind of person that gives too much; he’s the person that focuses only when he wants and when he needs, especially if the need involves Kibum and his problems. He loves fried chicken and he loves Taemin, and it’s all Kibum needs because he has a warm shoulder to cry on when things are going wrong. Jinki is important in his life because taking him out means taking out what remains of Kibum’s sanity, and the thought is nearly enough to send him into a panic attack.
Fourth is Minho, captain of the football team and the basketball team and if there was a sport that was called being silent, he’d be captain of that team too. He’s the quietest of Kibum’s necessities, and a stabilizer for when Jinki is sick and Taemin has had one too many cans of soda. His stare follows anything that catches his interest with ease, and the rare smile makes Kibum’s day all that much brighter if he puts it there.
Minho he can’t live without because it’s unexplainable and inexplicable; he’s just Minho and he’s simply there without actually being there. He’s a support structure that Kibum would crumble without, undoubtedly quickly, like a heart stripped of its vessels. Without these people he feels like a speck of dirt, and without these people he’d rather be a speck of dirt than be alive.
But if Kibum is a speck of dirt, there's only one person that could possibly make him feel okay with that. He isn't an important person to Kibum, not by a long shot. His fingers are long, and they're perfect for carding through Kibum's hair. His breath is the sweetest thing, and his voice makes Kibum's heart flutter in his chest like a caged bird. His hands melt Kibum into a puddle and he loves the way the hollows in his body cast deep shadows in the middle of the night with only one lamp on. They lay in the grass and kiss and breathe in life together, until he is no longer an important player in Kibum’s world, but is his world.
Kim Jonghyun is his life, the thing that Kibum wakes up for and goes to sleep to, and without it he’s like a ghost and less than a shadow, because without him he isn’t anything.
I told you nothing happens.