Accusation
Title: Accusation
Pairing: Onkey
Length: 1282 words (does this count as a drabble??)
Rating: PG-15 ?
Genre: angst, broken!Onkey
Summary: He can’t because his fiancé still isn’t home and he could never sleep peacefully without him by his side. So he sits up and he waits.
Jinki sits slumped in his chair at the kitchen table waiting. He’s tired and he’s hungry, he really just wants to go to bed and pretend this night never happened. But he can’t. He can’t because his fiancé still isn’t home and he could never sleep peacefully without him by his side. So he sits up and waits.
The dinner he prepared especially for Kibum sits on the table, cold and untouched. He was so excited. He worked so hard on it, to make it exactly the way he knew he liked it. Jinki isn’t a chef, far from one, but he tried.
It’s been like this for weeks. Kibum is out all night, sneaking into bed in the wee hours of the morning. Jinki hasn’t really mentioned it. He trusts Kibum, for the most part. He knows Kibum wouldn’t lie to him (or so he thinks), he’s just afraid to ask.
He wonders if it’s him. Maybe he’s unknowingly done something that Kibum didn’t like. Like forget to put the milk back in the fridge or mixed his red sock with Kibum's whites. Sometimes Kibum doesn’t tell him when he’s mad and expects Jinki to figure it out for himself. So maybe staying out late and worrying him out of his mind is Jinki’s punishment.
He's done everything he can to treat Kibum like the king that he is. He buys him nice clothes all the time, takes him out to eat whenever they're not both too busy and tells him he loves him everyday. So what exactly is the problem?
To pass the time Jinki fiddles with the ring on his finger. It hasn’t been there for long (and Jinki dimly wonders if it will). He's always worn it with pride. Now it feels heavy, like his heart. He still remembers the day he asked Kibum to be his. The tears he shed as he finally got to make love to him that night as his soon-to-be-husband, not just his boyfriend anymore. How naive he was.
All the times Kibum’s been on his phone, whispering profusely to a stranger. He tells him it’s his grandmother, but Jinki isn’t so sure. What’s so secretive about a conversation with your grandmother? He doesn’t even let Jinki use the device, let alone touch it, and they’ve been together for years.
Naturally, he doesn’t want to jump to conclusions until he hears the words come out of Kibum’s mouth himself. Jinki's always been a pretty reasonable person and he's not one to pry. However, the direction his mind is taking him...
The doorknob rattles and Jinki’s eyes are automatically drawn to it. Kibum steps through the door quietly, closing the door just as silently. He shrugs off his jacket and hangs it one of the hooks by the door. He doesn't even seem to notice Jinki. Then he removes his hat and shoes. When he turns and spots Jinki watching him he freezes, downplaying his surprise with a question.
“Why are you still up?”
Jinki’s voice is rough from the long period without use. He clears his throat. “It’s two in the morning, Kibum.”
Kibum just stares. So Jinki continues.
“Where were you?”
“With some friends.”
“At two in the morning? What friends were you with?”
His fiancé scoffs and looks away, folding his arms, “I was with Taemin and Minho.”
The pure hurt that stretches across Jinki’s face doesn’t come close to how he really feels. He’s already called their friends and every one of them denied being with Key at all tonight.
“Well I’m going to call Minho and -"
Kibum’s eyes find his again. “No! I mean. You don’t have to do that. I’ll tell him whatever you have to say myself.”
It’s so quiet Jinki could hear a pin drop. Jinki isn’t sure what to say to him. He doesn’t have it in him to call him out on his lie, but he’s tired of feeling like he isn’t good enough.
He doesn’t have a choice. He’s damned either way. He’s going to end up hurt no matter how this goes.
“Kibum,” he starts slowly, “Are you cheating on me?” It’s a shot in the dark and he doesn’t look at Key when he asks, afraid of what he’ll see.
Guilt? Maybe regret?
Kibum doesn’t answer him. Instead his phone vibrates and Kibum wordlessly pulls it out of his pocket and starts tampering with it. Irritation begins to creep up on Jinki. He stands, nearly sending his chair crashing to the floor. Kibum looks up surprised.
“Answer the question, Kibum. Please.” He can’t raise his voice. He can’t get angry the way he wants to. It’s always been a problem for him, especially around Kibum -his greatest weakness. He clenches his fists against the smooth wood of the table, willing his anger to simmer down.
Kibum sighs and puts his phone away. He takes one step forward and Jinki takes two steps back. A lion against a hare. Jinki knows he’s going to get ripped to shreds.
“Jinki, I love you. You know I wouldn’t do that.”
Every feature on his face screams “lies”. How he doesn’t look Jinki square in the eye the way he usually does when he speaks to him. The way he fidgets nervously -a habit that Jinki noticed early on in their relationship. He’s always seen Kibum as a notably honest person.
This.
This isn’t Kibum.
But he adamantly assures Jinki that there’s one thing he’s not lying about, and that’s loving him. He doesn’t doubt Kibum’s love for him. He only wonders why it isn’t enough.
Kibum pulls him into an embrace before he can fight him off. Without really thinking, he pulls him closer. They haven’t hugged like this in a long time. They haven’t done anything in a long time, actually. Kibum’s always too tired.
He smells the perfume and sweat on his body. It’s not a smell that’s ever been around their apartment. Too feminine for even Kibum.
That’s when he knows.
That’s when he’s sure.
He pushes him away gently, ignoring Kibum’s confused stare, and looks at him. Really looks at him since he’s come home. The mussed up hair and wrinkled clothing.
Kibum’s clothes are never wrinkled and his hair always immaculate. The only time it’s not is after him and Jinki -
He feels bile rising in his throat and so turns away. He can’t look at him, it hurts too much. Nothing Kibum can say will deter his certainty. He’s been being cheated out for who knows how long.
“Why…” The first few tears leave his eyes and he wipes them away. “Why’d you have to do it to me?”
It’s not a matter that he’s been cheated on (though that's not imperceptible either). He’s been cheated on in the past by a few of his girlfriends. It hurt but they didn't mean much.
Kibum.
Kibum was different, he was supposed to be.
They were friends long before getting together. He was the first person Jinki fully trusted with his heart and mind. The first person he completely gave his all to.
And to have it shoved back into his face like it meant absolutely nothing?
The tears don’t stop. Kibum doesn’t console him. It's been over a long time ago.. Jinki doesn’t beg him to stay. It’s detrimental and cancerous to himself. He can’t live like this, in Kibum’s shadow, anymore. The ring sits on the table between them. An unapproachable barrier. There's no crossing each other's side anymore.
So Kibum leaves. But not without letting him know one thing, “You can do so much better than me.”
It’s a memorable statement coming from Kibum. But Jinki feels no satisfaction from it.
a/n - i'm so tired. but i can't sleep. so looks like i'm going to be doing these until i knockout. trying to catch up, I'm only on day two! ^__^
Pairing: Onkey
Length: 1282 words (does this count as a drabble??)
Rating: PG-15 ?
Genre: angst, broken!Onkey
Summary: He can’t because his fiancé still isn’t home and he could never sleep peacefully without him by his side. So he sits up and he waits.
Jinki sits slumped in his chair at the kitchen table waiting. He’s tired and he’s hungry, he really just wants to go to bed and pretend this night never happened. But he can’t. He can’t because his fiancé still isn’t home and he could never sleep peacefully without him by his side. So he sits up and waits.
The dinner he prepared especially for Kibum sits on the table, cold and untouched. He was so excited. He worked so hard on it, to make it exactly the way he knew he liked it. Jinki isn’t a chef, far from one, but he tried.
It’s been like this for weeks. Kibum is out all night, sneaking into bed in the wee hours of the morning. Jinki hasn’t really mentioned it. He trusts Kibum, for the most part. He knows Kibum wouldn’t lie to him (or so he thinks), he’s just afraid to ask.
He wonders if it’s him. Maybe he’s unknowingly done something that Kibum didn’t like. Like forget to put the milk back in the fridge or mixed his red sock with Kibum's whites. Sometimes Kibum doesn’t tell him when he’s mad and expects Jinki to figure it out for himself. So maybe staying out late and worrying him out of his mind is Jinki’s punishment.
He's done everything he can to treat Kibum like the king that he is. He buys him nice clothes all the time, takes him out to eat whenever they're not both too busy and tells him he loves him everyday. So what exactly is the problem?
To pass the time Jinki fiddles with the ring on his finger. It hasn’t been there for long (and Jinki dimly wonders if it will). He's always worn it with pride. Now it feels heavy, like his heart. He still remembers the day he asked Kibum to be his. The tears he shed as he finally got to make love to him that night as his soon-to-be-husband, not just his boyfriend anymore. How naive he was.
All the times Kibum’s been on his phone, whispering profusely to a stranger. He tells him it’s his grandmother, but Jinki isn’t so sure. What’s so secretive about a conversation with your grandmother? He doesn’t even let Jinki use the device, let alone touch it, and they’ve been together for years.
Naturally, he doesn’t want to jump to conclusions until he hears the words come out of Kibum’s mouth himself. Jinki's always been a pretty reasonable person and he's not one to pry. However, the direction his mind is taking him...
The doorknob rattles and Jinki’s eyes are automatically drawn to it. Kibum steps through the door quietly, closing the door just as silently. He shrugs off his jacket and hangs it one of the hooks by the door. He doesn't even seem to notice Jinki. Then he removes his hat and shoes. When he turns and spots Jinki watching him he freezes, downplaying his surprise with a question.
“Why are you still up?”
Jinki’s voice is rough from the long period without use. He clears his throat. “It’s two in the morning, Kibum.”
Kibum just stares. So Jinki continues.
“Where were you?”
“With some friends.”
“At two in the morning? What friends were you with?”
His fiancé scoffs and looks away, folding his arms, “I was with Taemin and Minho.”
The pure hurt that stretches across Jinki’s face doesn’t come close to how he really feels. He’s already called their friends and every one of them denied being with Key at all tonight.
“Well I’m going to call Minho and -"
Kibum’s eyes find his again. “No! I mean. You don’t have to do that. I’ll tell him whatever you have to say myself.”
It’s so quiet Jinki could hear a pin drop. Jinki isn’t sure what to say to him. He doesn’t have it in him to call him out on his lie, but he’s tired of feeling like he isn’t good enough.
He doesn’t have a choice. He’s damned either way. He’s going to end up hurt no matter how this goes.
“Kibum,” he starts slowly, “Are you cheating on me?” It’s a shot in the dark and he doesn’t look at Key when he asks, afraid of what he’ll see.
Guilt? Maybe regret?
Kibum doesn’t answer him. Instead his phone vibrates and Kibum wordlessly pulls it out of his pocket and starts tampering with it. Irritation begins to creep up on Jinki. He stands, nearly sending his chair crashing to the floor. Kibum looks up surprised.
“Answer the question, Kibum. Please.” He can’t raise his voice. He can’t get angry the way he wants to. It’s always been a problem for him, especially around Kibum -his greatest weakness. He clenches his fists against the smooth wood of the table, willing his anger to simmer down.
Kibum sighs and puts his phone away. He takes one step forward and Jinki takes two steps back. A lion against a hare. Jinki knows he’s going to get ripped to shreds.
“Jinki, I love you. You know I wouldn’t do that.”
Every feature on his face screams “lies”. How he doesn’t look Jinki square in the eye the way he usually does when he speaks to him. The way he fidgets nervously -a habit that Jinki noticed early on in their relationship. He’s always seen Kibum as a notably honest person.
This.
This isn’t Kibum.
But he adamantly assures Jinki that there’s one thing he’s not lying about, and that’s loving him. He doesn’t doubt Kibum’s love for him. He only wonders why it isn’t enough.
Kibum pulls him into an embrace before he can fight him off. Without really thinking, he pulls him closer. They haven’t hugged like this in a long time. They haven’t done anything in a long time, actually. Kibum’s always too tired.
He smells the perfume and sweat on his body. It’s not a smell that’s ever been around their apartment. Too feminine for even Kibum.
That’s when he knows.
That’s when he’s sure.
He pushes him away gently, ignoring Kibum’s confused stare, and looks at him. Really looks at him since he’s come home. The mussed up hair and wrinkled clothing.
Kibum’s clothes are never wrinkled and his hair always immaculate. The only time it’s not is after him and Jinki -
He feels bile rising in his throat and so turns away. He can’t look at him, it hurts too much. Nothing Kibum can say will deter his certainty. He’s been being cheated out for who knows how long.
“Why…” The first few tears leave his eyes and he wipes them away. “Why’d you have to do it to me?”
It’s not a matter that he’s been cheated on (though that's not imperceptible either). He’s been cheated on in the past by a few of his girlfriends. It hurt but they didn't mean much.
Kibum.
Kibum was different, he was supposed to be.
They were friends long before getting together. He was the first person Jinki fully trusted with his heart and mind. The first person he completely gave his all to.
And to have it shoved back into his face like it meant absolutely nothing?
The tears don’t stop. Kibum doesn’t console him. It's been over a long time ago.. Jinki doesn’t beg him to stay. It’s detrimental and cancerous to himself. He can’t live like this, in Kibum’s shadow, anymore. The ring sits on the table between them. An unapproachable barrier. There's no crossing each other's side anymore.
So Kibum leaves. But not without letting him know one thing, “You can do so much better than me.”
It’s a memorable statement coming from Kibum. But Jinki feels no satisfaction from it.
a/n - i'm so tired. but i can't sleep. so looks like i'm going to be doing these until i knockout. trying to catch up, I'm only on day two! ^__^