[FANFIC] Flying Stars
Pairing: Onew/Key; Past! Minho/Key; Implied!Onew/Minho
Genre: AU/Romance/ Angst
Rating: PG
Summary: Minho's the brightest star shining in the sky
When Minho dies Kibum drinks till five in the morning and pukes all over the dirty toilet and passes out, head on the toilet seat. The autopsy report tells them it’s an accident; sharp curve on the road, careless drunk truck driver speeding on the highway; the usual, the predicted.
But Kibum knows better. It isn’t just any accident, it was the accident Minho had always been waiting for. Minho was like air, he wanted to be everywhere, he was an immortal spirit trapped in a mortal shell, sometimes Kibum caught himself staring at Minho running through the green field, kicking the football, this was Minho was meant for, Minho was meant to be free, meant to fly.
you know, Kibum… Minho would say, when they would lie on the grass, late into the night, staring at the sky. I want to touch the stars. Kibum would smile against Minho’s arm and touch Minho’s face, just to reassure himself that, yes, Minho’s right there next to him. Breathing, smiling, living, because sometimes, Kibum thought, Minho was just a figment of his imagination, trying to tell Kibum that there is always something more to life, then just living it
Kibum sits by the window and watches the rain drops trickling down the foggy window; I miss you he traces the words on the window pane, he presses his cheek to the cold frosty window and quietly sobs when the glass is fogged up again and his words are lost somewhere.
Jonghyun pounds on Kibum’s door; “Open up, Kibum. How long are you going to stay in there?” Kibum hears Jonghyun’s muffled voice from outside and he knows Jonghyun’s right, staying bundled up in bed is of no use whatsoever; Minho wasn’t going to come back and Minho would not have wanted this, he would have been very disappointed in Kibum if he knew that all Kibum did was stay in bed the whole day, so lifelessly.
So very lifelessly.
“Look at you…” Jonghyun says when Kibum (finally) opens that door. “Have you been eating? When was the last time you went out? You look so pale…” Jonghyun nags and throws questions at Kibum with every breath he takes, walking around Kibum’s apartment. Kibum watches as Jonghyun cleans up the place, cooks for him and puts his dirty laundry into wash and opens up the window to let in fresh air and sunlight.
Kibum sits by the window and watches the sunlight streak in, feels the warm glow on his face and let’s the wind whisk his hair, tugging it lightly. It reminds Kibum of Minho, the way they would sit on Kibum’s couch and Minho would play with Kibum’s hair, bodies pressed tightly together, they way they laughed, they way they kissed; Kibum doesn’t want to believe Minho’s gone.
But, Minho is gone.
Jonghyun holds a spoon of hot soup to Kibum’s mouth; “Drink it all up, buddy.” Kibum looks at the spoon, a lump in his throat, he thinks it’s his heart; he looks at Jonghyun, eyes burning with tears. “Kibum…” Jonghyun puts the bowl of soup away and hugs his best friend and Kibum, for the first time, cries. Jonghyun pats him and soothes him; “It’s going to be okay. It’s going to be alright.” Kibum cries more, holds on to Jonghyun’s shirt and wants to stop crying, wants to get a hold of himself, wants to stop missing Minho. But somehow, he’s not doing any of it.
Jonghyun drags Kibum out of his house to Taemin’s house; Taemin holds Kibum tightly and Kibum wants to ignore the tears in Taemin’s eyes, but it gets too obvious when they roll down. “I am sorry.” Taemin mumbles, hurriedly wiping them with his sleeves and smiles; “Let’s watch a movie?” The three of them sit on the sofa and watch Finding Nemo, Kibum thinks it’s funny how a clown fish can travel across seas for his son and he’s here alone (not really, but still) and how he’s never probably going to see Minho again, he quietly sinks into the sofa and throws his head back into a cushion, Taemin has fallen asleep on Jonghyun’s shoulder and Jonghyun has been asleep since they had shown the opening credits. Kibum hopes nothing happens to them, that’s all he can do.
Kibum doesn’t know what’s brighter, the sun or the way this boy was smiling at him. “Hi…” he says, voice brighter than his smile. “You must be Kim Kibum, I am Lee Jinki.” He takes Kibum’s hand and shakes it furiously and Kibum thinks he can feel his arm being torn out of his socket. “I am Minho’s friend, well actually, I know him because we studied in the same college and we were roommates, so I think we are friends, we are friends, if we are roommates right? Anyway is he around?” Kibum takes a deep breath, pulls his arm away from crazy guy and tightens his grip around the door knob. “He doesn’t live here anymore.” Kibum and slams the door shut when the other boy looks like he’s about to protest. Kibum leans against the door, lets go of his breath when he hears the sound of retreating footsteps outside the door. He balls his fists and slides down the door, it’s frustrating how no one lets him get over Minho.
The boy is back again, looking embarrassed and sad; Kibum figures he found out by the way he’s trying to mumble something. “Uh listen…” he says, clearing his throat and looking up hesitantly at Kibum’s face; “I didn’t - uh, I didn’t know…” Kibum sighs and nods his head. “I am sorry…” the boy mumbles. “I am sorry too.” Kibum says, leaning against the door. The boy nods and looks Kibum in the eye. “…and I am sorry about last time.” the boy says and Kibum takes a deep breath; “That’s okay” The other boy bites his lip; “Could you - could you take me to the graveyard?”
And Kibum thinks, maybe, this boy was a little in love with Minho.
Jinki - that’s his name - sits by Minho’s grave, gingerly places the bouquet of flowers and stares at the tombstone, Kibum doesn’t say anything, Jinki doesn’t say anything; they quietly stare at the grave and Kibum thinks there’s a storm building in the other’s heart. He places a soft hand on Jinki’s shoulder and Jinki doesn’t budge, it’s probably comforting because Kibum doesn’t move his hand off Jinki’s shoulder.
They go out to eat lunch together but they hardly eat, they poke their food with forks, sip on water and keep glancing out of the window; Kibum wants to know what Jinki is thinking, what Jinki is feeling, what’s going through Jinki’s mind; Kibum thinks he can understand it the best because it’s probably the same thing what went through his mind.
“Jinki…”
“Yes…”
“Are you okay?”
Jinki stares at Kibum for a while, takes a deep breath and lets it go slowly; “How did you feel?” Jinki asks softly. “How did you feel when - when you found out about …”
“I thought of dying so I could follow him, you know?” Kibum replies and Jinki nods and for a second they look at each other quietly.
Yes Kibum thinks, poking his food again. He was in love with Minho
And Kibum wonders if Minho was in love with him too.
Jinki holds Kibum for a second too long and a tad too tight, Kibum doesn’t want Jinki to let go, he doesn’t want that familiar scent of Jinki’s shirt to go away, they have known each other for the past two hours or so, but Kibum doesn’t want Jinki to go, it’s like a part of Minho’s back, a part that Kibum didn’t know of, a part that he wants now; it’s ridiculous, he knows it, but he can’t help it.
“Stay…” Kibum says, looking at Jinki, not letting him go. “Please stay,”
Jinki holds Kibum’s face and lightly presses a kiss to the tip of lips, Kibum feels himself breaking, feels the courage he had kept, shattering. It isn’t passionate, it isn’t supposed to mean anything, they are not even friends, they don’t know each other, they just know Minho, Kibum doesn’t know what he’s doing and he’s sure Jinki doesn’t either, but this makes sense more then anything for the past three months.
They lie on the on the grass, watching the stars; their fingers are intimately laced together; Jinki lightly grazes his thumb on Kibum’s hand, lightly, softly.
“You know Kibum…” Jinki says, turning to see Kibum’s face; “He’s a star now.”
Kibum smiles and presses himself to Jinki, kissing him on the lips; “I bet he’s the brightest one”
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Author’s notes
Riiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiight.
What the fuck?
I know.
Sobbles, shinee muse come back to me.
THIS FANFIC NEEDS A TITLE OMG T_T
Genre: AU/Romance/ Angst
Rating: PG
Summary: Minho's the brightest star shining in the sky
When Minho dies Kibum drinks till five in the morning and pukes all over the dirty toilet and passes out, head on the toilet seat. The autopsy report tells them it’s an accident; sharp curve on the road, careless drunk truck driver speeding on the highway; the usual, the predicted.
But Kibum knows better. It isn’t just any accident, it was the accident Minho had always been waiting for. Minho was like air, he wanted to be everywhere, he was an immortal spirit trapped in a mortal shell, sometimes Kibum caught himself staring at Minho running through the green field, kicking the football, this was Minho was meant for, Minho was meant to be free, meant to fly.
you know, Kibum… Minho would say, when they would lie on the grass, late into the night, staring at the sky. I want to touch the stars. Kibum would smile against Minho’s arm and touch Minho’s face, just to reassure himself that, yes, Minho’s right there next to him. Breathing, smiling, living, because sometimes, Kibum thought, Minho was just a figment of his imagination, trying to tell Kibum that there is always something more to life, then just living it
Kibum sits by the window and watches the rain drops trickling down the foggy window; I miss you he traces the words on the window pane, he presses his cheek to the cold frosty window and quietly sobs when the glass is fogged up again and his words are lost somewhere.
Jonghyun pounds on Kibum’s door; “Open up, Kibum. How long are you going to stay in there?” Kibum hears Jonghyun’s muffled voice from outside and he knows Jonghyun’s right, staying bundled up in bed is of no use whatsoever; Minho wasn’t going to come back and Minho would not have wanted this, he would have been very disappointed in Kibum if he knew that all Kibum did was stay in bed the whole day, so lifelessly.
So very lifelessly.
“Look at you…” Jonghyun says when Kibum (finally) opens that door. “Have you been eating? When was the last time you went out? You look so pale…” Jonghyun nags and throws questions at Kibum with every breath he takes, walking around Kibum’s apartment. Kibum watches as Jonghyun cleans up the place, cooks for him and puts his dirty laundry into wash and opens up the window to let in fresh air and sunlight.
Kibum sits by the window and watches the sunlight streak in, feels the warm glow on his face and let’s the wind whisk his hair, tugging it lightly. It reminds Kibum of Minho, the way they would sit on Kibum’s couch and Minho would play with Kibum’s hair, bodies pressed tightly together, they way they laughed, they way they kissed; Kibum doesn’t want to believe Minho’s gone.
But, Minho is gone.
Jonghyun holds a spoon of hot soup to Kibum’s mouth; “Drink it all up, buddy.” Kibum looks at the spoon, a lump in his throat, he thinks it’s his heart; he looks at Jonghyun, eyes burning with tears. “Kibum…” Jonghyun puts the bowl of soup away and hugs his best friend and Kibum, for the first time, cries. Jonghyun pats him and soothes him; “It’s going to be okay. It’s going to be alright.” Kibum cries more, holds on to Jonghyun’s shirt and wants to stop crying, wants to get a hold of himself, wants to stop missing Minho. But somehow, he’s not doing any of it.
Jonghyun drags Kibum out of his house to Taemin’s house; Taemin holds Kibum tightly and Kibum wants to ignore the tears in Taemin’s eyes, but it gets too obvious when they roll down. “I am sorry.” Taemin mumbles, hurriedly wiping them with his sleeves and smiles; “Let’s watch a movie?” The three of them sit on the sofa and watch Finding Nemo, Kibum thinks it’s funny how a clown fish can travel across seas for his son and he’s here alone (not really, but still) and how he’s never probably going to see Minho again, he quietly sinks into the sofa and throws his head back into a cushion, Taemin has fallen asleep on Jonghyun’s shoulder and Jonghyun has been asleep since they had shown the opening credits. Kibum hopes nothing happens to them, that’s all he can do.
Kibum doesn’t know what’s brighter, the sun or the way this boy was smiling at him. “Hi…” he says, voice brighter than his smile. “You must be Kim Kibum, I am Lee Jinki.” He takes Kibum’s hand and shakes it furiously and Kibum thinks he can feel his arm being torn out of his socket. “I am Minho’s friend, well actually, I know him because we studied in the same college and we were roommates, so I think we are friends, we are friends, if we are roommates right? Anyway is he around?” Kibum takes a deep breath, pulls his arm away from crazy guy and tightens his grip around the door knob. “He doesn’t live here anymore.” Kibum and slams the door shut when the other boy looks like he’s about to protest. Kibum leans against the door, lets go of his breath when he hears the sound of retreating footsteps outside the door. He balls his fists and slides down the door, it’s frustrating how no one lets him get over Minho.
The boy is back again, looking embarrassed and sad; Kibum figures he found out by the way he’s trying to mumble something. “Uh listen…” he says, clearing his throat and looking up hesitantly at Kibum’s face; “I didn’t - uh, I didn’t know…” Kibum sighs and nods his head. “I am sorry…” the boy mumbles. “I am sorry too.” Kibum says, leaning against the door. The boy nods and looks Kibum in the eye. “…and I am sorry about last time.” the boy says and Kibum takes a deep breath; “That’s okay” The other boy bites his lip; “Could you - could you take me to the graveyard?”
And Kibum thinks, maybe, this boy was a little in love with Minho.
Jinki - that’s his name - sits by Minho’s grave, gingerly places the bouquet of flowers and stares at the tombstone, Kibum doesn’t say anything, Jinki doesn’t say anything; they quietly stare at the grave and Kibum thinks there’s a storm building in the other’s heart. He places a soft hand on Jinki’s shoulder and Jinki doesn’t budge, it’s probably comforting because Kibum doesn’t move his hand off Jinki’s shoulder.
They go out to eat lunch together but they hardly eat, they poke their food with forks, sip on water and keep glancing out of the window; Kibum wants to know what Jinki is thinking, what Jinki is feeling, what’s going through Jinki’s mind; Kibum thinks he can understand it the best because it’s probably the same thing what went through his mind.
“Jinki…”
“Yes…”
“Are you okay?”
Jinki stares at Kibum for a while, takes a deep breath and lets it go slowly; “How did you feel?” Jinki asks softly. “How did you feel when - when you found out about …”
“I thought of dying so I could follow him, you know?” Kibum replies and Jinki nods and for a second they look at each other quietly.
Yes Kibum thinks, poking his food again. He was in love with Minho
And Kibum wonders if Minho was in love with him too.
Jinki holds Kibum for a second too long and a tad too tight, Kibum doesn’t want Jinki to let go, he doesn’t want that familiar scent of Jinki’s shirt to go away, they have known each other for the past two hours or so, but Kibum doesn’t want Jinki to go, it’s like a part of Minho’s back, a part that Kibum didn’t know of, a part that he wants now; it’s ridiculous, he knows it, but he can’t help it.
“Stay…” Kibum says, looking at Jinki, not letting him go. “Please stay,”
Jinki holds Kibum’s face and lightly presses a kiss to the tip of lips, Kibum feels himself breaking, feels the courage he had kept, shattering. It isn’t passionate, it isn’t supposed to mean anything, they are not even friends, they don’t know each other, they just know Minho, Kibum doesn’t know what he’s doing and he’s sure Jinki doesn’t either, but this makes sense more then anything for the past three months.
They lie on the on the grass, watching the stars; their fingers are intimately laced together; Jinki lightly grazes his thumb on Kibum’s hand, lightly, softly.
“You know Kibum…” Jinki says, turning to see Kibum’s face; “He’s a star now.”
Kibum smiles and presses himself to Jinki, kissing him on the lips; “I bet he’s the brightest one”
-
Author’s notes
Riiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiight.
What the fuck?
I know.
Sobbles, shinee muse come back to me.
THIS FANFIC NEEDS A TITLE OMG T_T