whirlwind
whirlwind
pg, jongyu, romance/fluff
sharing and learning countless emotions everyday with you,
we've fought, we've cried, but still we hug, tell me, is this love?
an; sobs havent wrote in forever ;-; please pardon my weird and
awkward wordings sdfksjdfklsd treat this as an early valentine's
fic \o/ hope you like it ;A;
"What are you doing?"
Jinki jumps, letting out a little yelp of surprise. He turns around, eyes trailing up jean-clad legs to a face of curiosity. Jinki recognizes his face, it's his neighbour, but they've barely spoken to each other before.
But just because he is his neighbour does not mean Jinki doesn't feel embarrassed about being caught. I mean, it wasn't like he was doing anything wrong, right?
A sigh.
"I said, what are you doing?"
Jinki continues to stare at Jonghyun, his name that he now recalls, eyes wide, yeah, what am I doing?
He doesn't know what to say so he blurts out the first thing that comes to mind.
"I'm channeling with other-worldly spirits…" he trails off, suddenly not really sure of himself, making his reply sound like a question instead.
Jonghyun raises his eyebrows and squints down at Jinki, who feels like he’s being observed underneath a microscope, and opens his mouth to speak.
"You're channeling ghosts (spirits, corrects Jinki), with chocolate bars,” he asks, eyeing the candy wrappers on the ground, “And a note book?"
Jinki yelps again, trying to hide the journal he had opened on his lap as Jonghyun was leaning over, trying to take a peek. All of a sudden, Jinki feels a surge of confidence and couldn't stop the words coming out of his mouth.
"I am a professional, okay," he asserts, voice sounding not like his own, “Don't question me!”
And then Jinki does what he’s done all his life; he runs away.
-
Jinki lies on his bed that night, restless, a million and one thoughts running through his head. He thinks of his encounter with his neighbour, he thinks of his spot underneath that lamp post where he tries to write the letter (that he'll never send) to his best friend over in America, he thinks of how that same neighbour had no right to catch him like that, he thinks of how stupid it was to say that he was a professional spirit channeler, and he thinks of his stupid neighbour’s face.
He lets out a frustrated sigh, pulling his blanket up and over his face, and tries to fall asleep.
-
He waits a week before creeping back to the neighbourhood park, back to his bench underneath his lamp post, so he can write.
Armed with kit kat, his journal and a pen, he enters the open fields and lets out a sigh of relief when he sees the park empty. He heads over to the bench, smile happily in place, swinging the bag of confectionary back and forth, moon shining above his head.
Unwrapping the kit kat bar, Jinki sits himself down onto the bench (his bench) and gets comfortable, stuffing the bar into his mouth. He opens his journal and gets to Dear Kibum, before he's stuck. He really doesn't know what to say.
Kibum came into Jinki’s life like a whirlwind, went as quick as he came but left behind enough memories and unanswered feelings to keep Jinki on the edge of his seat, feeling both nervous and excited at the same time. It's been two years since and Kibum does write, just like he had promised; a short letter with his neat, cursive writing or the occasional post card from wherever he was at the moment on his journey around the world. He once told Jinki that he will not rest until he visited every place in the world, he will not stop, not for wealth, not for greed, not for love, well, maybe I could bring her along. Jinki remembers thinking, Silly Kibum.
He feels bad that he doesn't write back, it's not that he doesn't want to write back. Oh, lord knows how much he wants to do just that, but he doesn't really know what to write. Kibum never runs out of things to write, just like how he never runs out of things to say. Jinki envies Kibum.
Jinki doesn't know what he’s afraid of, and the last thing on earth that he should be afraid of is the ever understanding, albeit straightforward, Kibum.
"Channeling again?" says a voice from next to him and it startles Jinki, making him drop his pen and journal onto the floor.
"What, what are you doing here?" Jinki asks in a breathy voice; hand over his chest.
Ignoring the question completely, Jonghyun leans down to pick up the journal and pen Jinki dropped, flipping to the page he was writing on.
"Oooo, so the spirit you're trying to channel’s name is Kibum?" Jonghyun comments, poking his own chin with the end of the pen thoughtfully, "You communicate with them through this notebook, interesting."
"Uh, y-yeah, let's go with that," Jinki says shakily, heart rate starting to go back to normal. That is, until he watches Jonghyun lick the tip of the pen and puts it to the page, as if he was going to write in it. Jinki sucks in a breath as he realizes that Jonghyun is going to write in it.
"Dear Kibum, How are you? I'm doing fine, I’m Jonghyun, and I am this person's neighbour," Jonghyun starts, reciting everything he's writing out loud for Jinki to hear, "Why do you talk to him, why not to me? I mean, my neighbour seems boring."
"Y-yah!" Jinki flushes, resisting the urge to run away, "I'm not boring!" He snatches the journal out of the other’s hands, looks Jonghyun in the eye for the first time that night and realizes that he misses Kibum so much.
"Hey, hey, hey, why are you crying?" Jonghyun asks hurriedly, furrowing his brows together in worry. He reaches out instinctively; thumb wiping away the tears falling down Jinki's face. Jinki hiccups and leans into his touch involuntarily, crying even harder because he realizes that he misses another human’s warm touch even more.
"Hey, it's okay," Jonghyun comforts as Jinki burrows himself into the crook of Jonghyun's neck, wetting the shoulder of his jacket. He runs his hands soothingly down Jinki's back, trying his best to comfort his neighbour, all the while whispering soft nothings into his ear.
When Jinki stops sobbing, still burrowed into his neck, he whispers, "Do you want me to walk you home?"
He feels a little nod on his shoulder and moves to get up but Jinki won’t budge or get off his chest.
"We're not going to get anywhere like this," Jonghyun laughs, trying to shake Jinki into getting off of him.
He almost doesn't catch the mumbles, lost in the fabrics of his clothing, but he does and lets out a chuckle.
But it’s embarrassing!
-
They walk home in silence, Jinki with his journal hugged tight against his chest, Jonghyun with his hands clasped behind his head, looking up at the star-filled sky. When they reach Jinki’s house with his hand on the door handle, Jonghyun turns to leave, hand moving in a little salute.
Jinki turns around and watches him walk towards the front gate of his house.
"Thank you, Jonghyun-ssi," he yells over the whistling of the wind, carrying his voice to the other boy.
Jonghyun stops, turning back around he flashes a brilliant smile and says, "It's no problem, I'm just glad you didn't run away from me like last time."
Jinki blushes and offers a small, watery smile before turning the door knob and entering his home, trying desperately to calm his racing heart.
-
The next time Jinki goes to write underneath his lamp post, Jonghyun appears again, but this time he doesn't say anything, just sits there next to Jinki as he pretends to be channeling with spirits.
That happens the second time, the third time, and the fourth time, to the point where Jonghyun doesn’t even have to ask for kit kat bars anymore, and Jinki will be okay with it.
It's the fifth time that Jonghyun breaks the silence.
"So, are you ever going to send those letters to this Kibum?"
Jinki stutters, turning to look at Jonghyun, but then realizes how stupid his cover-up was and sighs, "Who knows?"
"I mean, the one I started was pretty good," he says, reaching over to take Jinki's journal. Jinki watches as Jonghyun reads over the words he wrote a week ago, laughing. The corners of Jinki's lips curve upwards without him knowing as he watches Jonghyun laugh, a melody that Jinki wants to spend forever listening to, eyes crinkling.
"Let's finish it together!" Jonghyun exclaims, pushing the journal back into Jinki's hands. At first, Jinki blinks, but his look of confusion is quickly replaced with a shy smile and Jonghyun is answered with a small nod and pretty crescent eyes.
-
Jinki lets out a big sigh as he pushes the letter into the mail box at the corner of his street, Jonghyun standing next to him.
Well, all there is left to do is to wait.
-
"Hey, I need help with a secret mission," Jonghyun suddenly says, breaking the comfortable silence. They were sitting on their bench, in the process of ingesting an unhealthy number of chocolate bars.
"A secret mission?" asks Jinki, focusing his attention on the wonderful chocolate treat he had in front of his face.
"Yeah, it's happening this Friday night and it'll involve some spirit channeling underneath a lamp post, and possibly, the consumption of delicious chocolate bars."
"What," replies Jinki intelligently, eyes still on the treat in his hand.
Jonghyun's eyes dart up to the sky and he licks his lips nervously, "Uh, I'm kinda asking you out."
Jinki slowly lifts his head up from the chocolate bar and feels the blush spreading through his body, heart thumping. Did he just ask him out? Like, out out?
He is way too embarrassed to look Jonghyun in the face right now, not knowing that Jonghyun was faring the same. A few moments of silence pass before Jinki feels Jonghyun's hand sliding down his arm to his hand, laying the back of his hand to his palm. He draws on Jinki's palm, random words and doodles of little bunnies, while Jinki looks on. He wonders what it would feel if he…
Without warning, he flips his hand over, now palm to palm with Jonghyun, who intertwines their fingers like they've done it a million times before. And Jinki is amazed at how perfectly their hands fit each other, warmth spreading from his chest to the rest of his body. It leaves Jinki feeling nervous and excited at the same time, just like the way Kibum left him, but this, he knows, is entirely different from Kibum.
The wind rustles the leaves of the trees behind them and a small okay is all it takes to paint shy smiles on their faces.
-
Jinki arrives home one day to see a post card from Spain lying neatly on his desk and he does nothing but runs to it, picking it up and seeing the handwriting he knew so well, written neatly on the lines of the post card. He gets to the middle of the card before he hears a little pebble being thrown at his window, and he walks over to it, looking out to see Jonghyun with that stupid smile that Jinki loved so much on his face.
Without thinking, he shoves the post card onto the glass of the window for the boy outside to see, who squints, leaning a little forward to catch whatever it was that got his neighbour so excited.
Jinki watches as Jonghyun realizes what it is and the smile that appears on Jonghyun’s face is all he needs. It's all he needs to know that Jonghyun knows.
Jinki meets him outside his house and the words they want to say to each other are hanging in the air, like raindrops waiting to fall from the clouds.
He thinks to himself, I need to stop being so cowardly, and he takes a leap.
"I like you!"
He confesses cutely, hands at his sides, face red. He looks up to be greeted with Jonghyun covering the bottom half of his face with the back of hand, face just as red as his and he lets out a marvelous laugh. He's never seen the always confident Jonghyun like this and he selfishly wishes that he'll be the only one who will ever see this side of him.
"Yah, don't surprise me like that," Jonghyun tries weakly.
Jinki bites his bottom lip, letting his lips spread into a smile as Jonghyun extends his arm outwards, offering his hand to Jinki. He takes it and is yanked into the other’s warm embrace, his arms wrapping themselves around Jonghyun, sighing contently into his ear.
Jonghyun's unspoken confession is echoing loud and clear in Jinki's head as they stay like that, underneath billions of stars, scattered all over the black canvas, twinkling for everyone to see and to wish on.
I like you too.
pg, jongyu, romance/fluff
sharing and learning countless emotions everyday with you,
we've fought, we've cried, but still we hug, tell me, is this love?
an; sobs havent wrote in forever ;-; please pardon my weird and
awkward wordings sdfksjdfklsd treat this as an early valentine's
fic \o/ hope you like it ;A;
"What are you doing?"
Jinki jumps, letting out a little yelp of surprise. He turns around, eyes trailing up jean-clad legs to a face of curiosity. Jinki recognizes his face, it's his neighbour, but they've barely spoken to each other before.
But just because he is his neighbour does not mean Jinki doesn't feel embarrassed about being caught. I mean, it wasn't like he was doing anything wrong, right?
A sigh.
"I said, what are you doing?"
Jinki continues to stare at Jonghyun, his name that he now recalls, eyes wide, yeah, what am I doing?
He doesn't know what to say so he blurts out the first thing that comes to mind.
"I'm channeling with other-worldly spirits…" he trails off, suddenly not really sure of himself, making his reply sound like a question instead.
Jonghyun raises his eyebrows and squints down at Jinki, who feels like he’s being observed underneath a microscope, and opens his mouth to speak.
"You're channeling ghosts (spirits, corrects Jinki), with chocolate bars,” he asks, eyeing the candy wrappers on the ground, “And a note book?"
Jinki yelps again, trying to hide the journal he had opened on his lap as Jonghyun was leaning over, trying to take a peek. All of a sudden, Jinki feels a surge of confidence and couldn't stop the words coming out of his mouth.
"I am a professional, okay," he asserts, voice sounding not like his own, “Don't question me!”
And then Jinki does what he’s done all his life; he runs away.
-
Jinki lies on his bed that night, restless, a million and one thoughts running through his head. He thinks of his encounter with his neighbour, he thinks of his spot underneath that lamp post where he tries to write the letter (that he'll never send) to his best friend over in America, he thinks of how that same neighbour had no right to catch him like that, he thinks of how stupid it was to say that he was a professional spirit channeler, and he thinks of his stupid neighbour’s face.
He lets out a frustrated sigh, pulling his blanket up and over his face, and tries to fall asleep.
-
He waits a week before creeping back to the neighbourhood park, back to his bench underneath his lamp post, so he can write.
Armed with kit kat, his journal and a pen, he enters the open fields and lets out a sigh of relief when he sees the park empty. He heads over to the bench, smile happily in place, swinging the bag of confectionary back and forth, moon shining above his head.
Unwrapping the kit kat bar, Jinki sits himself down onto the bench (his bench) and gets comfortable, stuffing the bar into his mouth. He opens his journal and gets to Dear Kibum, before he's stuck. He really doesn't know what to say.
Kibum came into Jinki’s life like a whirlwind, went as quick as he came but left behind enough memories and unanswered feelings to keep Jinki on the edge of his seat, feeling both nervous and excited at the same time. It's been two years since and Kibum does write, just like he had promised; a short letter with his neat, cursive writing or the occasional post card from wherever he was at the moment on his journey around the world. He once told Jinki that he will not rest until he visited every place in the world, he will not stop, not for wealth, not for greed, not for love, well, maybe I could bring her along. Jinki remembers thinking, Silly Kibum.
He feels bad that he doesn't write back, it's not that he doesn't want to write back. Oh, lord knows how much he wants to do just that, but he doesn't really know what to write. Kibum never runs out of things to write, just like how he never runs out of things to say. Jinki envies Kibum.
Jinki doesn't know what he’s afraid of, and the last thing on earth that he should be afraid of is the ever understanding, albeit straightforward, Kibum.
"Channeling again?" says a voice from next to him and it startles Jinki, making him drop his pen and journal onto the floor.
"What, what are you doing here?" Jinki asks in a breathy voice; hand over his chest.
Ignoring the question completely, Jonghyun leans down to pick up the journal and pen Jinki dropped, flipping to the page he was writing on.
"Oooo, so the spirit you're trying to channel’s name is Kibum?" Jonghyun comments, poking his own chin with the end of the pen thoughtfully, "You communicate with them through this notebook, interesting."
"Uh, y-yeah, let's go with that," Jinki says shakily, heart rate starting to go back to normal. That is, until he watches Jonghyun lick the tip of the pen and puts it to the page, as if he was going to write in it. Jinki sucks in a breath as he realizes that Jonghyun is going to write in it.
"Dear Kibum, How are you? I'm doing fine, I’m Jonghyun, and I am this person's neighbour," Jonghyun starts, reciting everything he's writing out loud for Jinki to hear, "Why do you talk to him, why not to me? I mean, my neighbour seems boring."
"Y-yah!" Jinki flushes, resisting the urge to run away, "I'm not boring!" He snatches the journal out of the other’s hands, looks Jonghyun in the eye for the first time that night and realizes that he misses Kibum so much.
"Hey, hey, hey, why are you crying?" Jonghyun asks hurriedly, furrowing his brows together in worry. He reaches out instinctively; thumb wiping away the tears falling down Jinki's face. Jinki hiccups and leans into his touch involuntarily, crying even harder because he realizes that he misses another human’s warm touch even more.
"Hey, it's okay," Jonghyun comforts as Jinki burrows himself into the crook of Jonghyun's neck, wetting the shoulder of his jacket. He runs his hands soothingly down Jinki's back, trying his best to comfort his neighbour, all the while whispering soft nothings into his ear.
When Jinki stops sobbing, still burrowed into his neck, he whispers, "Do you want me to walk you home?"
He feels a little nod on his shoulder and moves to get up but Jinki won’t budge or get off his chest.
"We're not going to get anywhere like this," Jonghyun laughs, trying to shake Jinki into getting off of him.
He almost doesn't catch the mumbles, lost in the fabrics of his clothing, but he does and lets out a chuckle.
But it’s embarrassing!
-
They walk home in silence, Jinki with his journal hugged tight against his chest, Jonghyun with his hands clasped behind his head, looking up at the star-filled sky. When they reach Jinki’s house with his hand on the door handle, Jonghyun turns to leave, hand moving in a little salute.
Jinki turns around and watches him walk towards the front gate of his house.
"Thank you, Jonghyun-ssi," he yells over the whistling of the wind, carrying his voice to the other boy.
Jonghyun stops, turning back around he flashes a brilliant smile and says, "It's no problem, I'm just glad you didn't run away from me like last time."
Jinki blushes and offers a small, watery smile before turning the door knob and entering his home, trying desperately to calm his racing heart.
-
The next time Jinki goes to write underneath his lamp post, Jonghyun appears again, but this time he doesn't say anything, just sits there next to Jinki as he pretends to be channeling with spirits.
That happens the second time, the third time, and the fourth time, to the point where Jonghyun doesn’t even have to ask for kit kat bars anymore, and Jinki will be okay with it.
It's the fifth time that Jonghyun breaks the silence.
"So, are you ever going to send those letters to this Kibum?"
Jinki stutters, turning to look at Jonghyun, but then realizes how stupid his cover-up was and sighs, "Who knows?"
"I mean, the one I started was pretty good," he says, reaching over to take Jinki's journal. Jinki watches as Jonghyun reads over the words he wrote a week ago, laughing. The corners of Jinki's lips curve upwards without him knowing as he watches Jonghyun laugh, a melody that Jinki wants to spend forever listening to, eyes crinkling.
"Let's finish it together!" Jonghyun exclaims, pushing the journal back into Jinki's hands. At first, Jinki blinks, but his look of confusion is quickly replaced with a shy smile and Jonghyun is answered with a small nod and pretty crescent eyes.
-
Jinki lets out a big sigh as he pushes the letter into the mail box at the corner of his street, Jonghyun standing next to him.
Well, all there is left to do is to wait.
-
"Hey, I need help with a secret mission," Jonghyun suddenly says, breaking the comfortable silence. They were sitting on their bench, in the process of ingesting an unhealthy number of chocolate bars.
"A secret mission?" asks Jinki, focusing his attention on the wonderful chocolate treat he had in front of his face.
"Yeah, it's happening this Friday night and it'll involve some spirit channeling underneath a lamp post, and possibly, the consumption of delicious chocolate bars."
"What," replies Jinki intelligently, eyes still on the treat in his hand.
Jonghyun's eyes dart up to the sky and he licks his lips nervously, "Uh, I'm kinda asking you out."
Jinki slowly lifts his head up from the chocolate bar and feels the blush spreading through his body, heart thumping. Did he just ask him out? Like, out out?
He is way too embarrassed to look Jonghyun in the face right now, not knowing that Jonghyun was faring the same. A few moments of silence pass before Jinki feels Jonghyun's hand sliding down his arm to his hand, laying the back of his hand to his palm. He draws on Jinki's palm, random words and doodles of little bunnies, while Jinki looks on. He wonders what it would feel if he…
Without warning, he flips his hand over, now palm to palm with Jonghyun, who intertwines their fingers like they've done it a million times before. And Jinki is amazed at how perfectly their hands fit each other, warmth spreading from his chest to the rest of his body. It leaves Jinki feeling nervous and excited at the same time, just like the way Kibum left him, but this, he knows, is entirely different from Kibum.
The wind rustles the leaves of the trees behind them and a small okay is all it takes to paint shy smiles on their faces.
-
Jinki arrives home one day to see a post card from Spain lying neatly on his desk and he does nothing but runs to it, picking it up and seeing the handwriting he knew so well, written neatly on the lines of the post card. He gets to the middle of the card before he hears a little pebble being thrown at his window, and he walks over to it, looking out to see Jonghyun with that stupid smile that Jinki loved so much on his face.
Without thinking, he shoves the post card onto the glass of the window for the boy outside to see, who squints, leaning a little forward to catch whatever it was that got his neighbour so excited.
Jinki watches as Jonghyun realizes what it is and the smile that appears on Jonghyun’s face is all he needs. It's all he needs to know that Jonghyun knows.
Jinki meets him outside his house and the words they want to say to each other are hanging in the air, like raindrops waiting to fall from the clouds.
He thinks to himself, I need to stop being so cowardly, and he takes a leap.
"I like you!"
He confesses cutely, hands at his sides, face red. He looks up to be greeted with Jonghyun covering the bottom half of his face with the back of hand, face just as red as his and he lets out a marvelous laugh. He's never seen the always confident Jonghyun like this and he selfishly wishes that he'll be the only one who will ever see this side of him.
"Yah, don't surprise me like that," Jonghyun tries weakly.
Jinki bites his bottom lip, letting his lips spread into a smile as Jonghyun extends his arm outwards, offering his hand to Jinki. He takes it and is yanked into the other’s warm embrace, his arms wrapping themselves around Jonghyun, sighing contently into his ear.
Jonghyun's unspoken confession is echoing loud and clear in Jinki's head as they stay like that, underneath billions of stars, scattered all over the black canvas, twinkling for everyone to see and to wish on.
I like you too.