shinee; jongyu; prompt 4 (PART 1)
anonymous
October 2 2011, 17:34:45 UTC
The way Jinki laughs when he breaks his plate after his first dinner alone is a little disconcerting. He finds the blood dripping down his fingers hilarious (and he knows it shouldn’t be), his hands shaking as he tries to pick up the pieces. He falls to his knees, the porcelain shards scattered across the floorboards tickling his skin, and he retches horribly, his stomach aching and tears rolling from his eyes
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shinee; jongyu; prompt 4 (PART 2)
anonymous
October 2 2011, 17:35:12 UTC
“Who’s this guy you’ve been hanging out with?” Taemin asks him, months down the line, and Jinki’s so wrecked he barely hears it.
“No one,” he mumbles, grinning, his eyelids drooping because, fuck, Jonghyun kept him out drinking all last night. “Jesus, you sound like my mother.”
“We’re just fucking concerned, is all,” Kibum butts in, his voice venomous. Jinki lifts his head from his kitchen table, wincing in the light. It’s too early for this.
Kibum takes a deep breath. “Is this about Minho?”
Jinki glares at him. “Fuck Minho. I got over Minho months ago, thank you very much.” Sure, things had started falling apart the night after Minho had broken up with him but Jinki figures, if that’s all it took to push him over the edge, then his trip on the crazy train had probably been a long time coming. He giggles at the thought.
Re: tw for suicidal ideation/ taemin-centric
anonymous
October 2 2011, 20:22:11 UTC
anon, this is beautiful and heart breaking ;o; this: "You ok?" Jinki asked. "You ready to do this?"
"Yep," Taemin said, and it was so contradictory that he wanted both to laugh and throw himself out of the van. Jinki turned on the radio and tried to joke about how the band playing stole their signature chord progression, but it was so pathetic that on the inside Taemin begged him to stop. for some reason makes my chest hurt ;~;
i like the structure of this, too. do you plan to continue it?
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“No one,” he mumbles, grinning, his eyelids drooping because, fuck, Jonghyun kept him out drinking all last night. “Jesus, you sound like my mother.”
“We’re just fucking concerned, is all,” Kibum butts in, his voice venomous. Jinki lifts his head from his kitchen table, wincing in the light. It’s too early for this.
Kibum takes a deep breath. “Is this about Minho?”
Jinki glares at him. “Fuck Minho. I got over Minho months ago, thank you very much.” Sure, things had started falling apart the night after Minho had broken up with him but Jinki figures, if that’s all it took to push him over the edge, then his trip on the crazy train had probably been a long time coming. He giggles at the thought.
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"You ok?" Jinki asked. "You ready to do this?"
"Yep," Taemin said, and it was so contradictory that he wanted both to laugh and throw himself out of the van. Jinki turned on the radio and tried to joke about how the band playing stole their signature chord progression, but it was so pathetic that on the inside Taemin begged him to stop.
for some reason makes my chest hurt ;~;
i like the structure of this, too. do you plan to continue it?
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