still doll ; taemin/key
still doll ; taemin/key
a/n: drabble of sorts. i wanted an excuse for taekey, mostly. this is not happy :c
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9:11 a.m.
No matter how little Kibum's slept, he's always awake at this time; unable to explain why even months later. He crosses to the window and opens the curtains, regardless of the weather outside (sometimes it rains, sometimes it snows, sometimes it's sunny, and strangely, sometimes it's dark.) and sits back on the bed, staring at a tattered calender with barely-readable numbers and scribbles on it.
He continues staring at the calender and closed cellphone next to it almost unblinking, listening to the soft ticking of a clock in the room. It's oddly soothing, calming whatever thoughts fly into his head. But footsteps knock him out of his thoughts, and Kibum's eyes immediaetly brighten and shine as they stop at his bedside.
"Hello Taemin," he chirps, gently grabbing the male's hand and squeezing softly, tugging it gently in a gesture for him to sit down. "You had me worried so much, but it's good to have you back."
There's a soft shhhh escaping from the male, handing him a glass of water and a medicine tablet, helping Kibum take it and rub his back softly before spooning against him. Kibum immediately curls into his chest, nuzzling softly into his neck and letting a soft sigh escape him as fingers thread through his hair.
Soft breaths echo throughout the room indicating Kibum's deep in dreamland, and the male waits a few moments as the breaths become even and steady, slipping carefully from the warm cocoon that Kibum created.
"I'm sorry," comes the whisper before the door opens, leaving the drearily white room.
Minho is waiting for him outside, shaking his head at the older male before him; disgusted pity written on his face.
"You have to stop," he says, squeezing Jinki's shoulder and massaging it lightly, "he can't keep calling you 'Taemin' like this. It's not healthy."
"But a part of me doesn't mind," Jinki whispers as his body shakes and trembles as he allows himself to cry against Minho's chest. Minho shakes his head and continues to hold Jinki, tears of his own escaping.
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one day, when i get famous, we can dance together, okay? you can rap, i can dance. until then, i've decided to head to seoul for a little bit. we'll definitely meet there, right? we'll be Almighty, just as we talked about.
sent sept.10th
classes are harder than i thought, but i'll keep dancing. i love you, kibum, and i want to make you proud.
sent nov.11th
i can't anymore, i can't
sent dec.29th
can you be almighty all alone? but you won't really be alone, kibum. we can still be together...right? r i g h t? promise to never forget me? do you promise? please say you do, i don't...i wouldn't know what to do without you.
sent jan.23rd
i love you, kim "key" kibum. :) keep fighting, okay? i kept up as long as i could, but i guess it wasn't enough. don't worry, i still love you. that, i promise.
sent at 9:11 a.m., jan.24th
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Taemin can't be the one to hold Kibum and tell him it's okay; he can't be the one to joke around with Minho and pull adlibs with Jonghyun; and he definitely can't be the one to reassure Jinki that he's a perfect leader in no matter what he does.
At this realization, Jinki wishes he was Kibum: the only one to fully preserve his memory, even if it meant living in a fantasy of his own.
a/n: drabble of sorts. i wanted an excuse for taekey, mostly. this is not happy :c
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9:11 a.m.
No matter how little Kibum's slept, he's always awake at this time; unable to explain why even months later. He crosses to the window and opens the curtains, regardless of the weather outside (sometimes it rains, sometimes it snows, sometimes it's sunny, and strangely, sometimes it's dark.) and sits back on the bed, staring at a tattered calender with barely-readable numbers and scribbles on it.
He continues staring at the calender and closed cellphone next to it almost unblinking, listening to the soft ticking of a clock in the room. It's oddly soothing, calming whatever thoughts fly into his head. But footsteps knock him out of his thoughts, and Kibum's eyes immediaetly brighten and shine as they stop at his bedside.
"Hello Taemin," he chirps, gently grabbing the male's hand and squeezing softly, tugging it gently in a gesture for him to sit down. "You had me worried so much, but it's good to have you back."
There's a soft shhhh escaping from the male, handing him a glass of water and a medicine tablet, helping Kibum take it and rub his back softly before spooning against him. Kibum immediately curls into his chest, nuzzling softly into his neck and letting a soft sigh escape him as fingers thread through his hair.
Soft breaths echo throughout the room indicating Kibum's deep in dreamland, and the male waits a few moments as the breaths become even and steady, slipping carefully from the warm cocoon that Kibum created.
"I'm sorry," comes the whisper before the door opens, leaving the drearily white room.
Minho is waiting for him outside, shaking his head at the older male before him; disgusted pity written on his face.
"You have to stop," he says, squeezing Jinki's shoulder and massaging it lightly, "he can't keep calling you 'Taemin' like this. It's not healthy."
"But a part of me doesn't mind," Jinki whispers as his body shakes and trembles as he allows himself to cry against Minho's chest. Minho shakes his head and continues to hold Jinki, tears of his own escaping.
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one day, when i get famous, we can dance together, okay? you can rap, i can dance. until then, i've decided to head to seoul for a little bit. we'll definitely meet there, right? we'll be Almighty, just as we talked about.
sent sept.10th
classes are harder than i thought, but i'll keep dancing. i love you, kibum, and i want to make you proud.
sent nov.11th
i can't anymore, i can't
sent dec.29th
can you be almighty all alone? but you won't really be alone, kibum. we can still be together...right? r i g h t? promise to never forget me? do you promise? please say you do, i don't...i wouldn't know what to do without you.
sent jan.23rd
i love you, kim "key" kibum. :) keep fighting, okay? i kept up as long as i could, but i guess it wasn't enough. don't worry, i still love you. that, i promise.
sent at 9:11 a.m., jan.24th
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Taemin can't be the one to hold Kibum and tell him it's okay; he can't be the one to joke around with Minho and pull adlibs with Jonghyun; and he definitely can't be the one to reassure Jinki that he's a perfect leader in no matter what he does.
At this realization, Jinki wishes he was Kibum: the only one to fully preserve his memory, even if it meant living in a fantasy of his own.