egg cartons should be compressed for convenience [oneshot]
Title: egg cartons should be compressed for convenience
Author: salted_taiyaki
Pairing(s): Jonghyun x Key
Genre: Romance, AU
Rating: PG-13
Summary: breakfasts are too empty every morning for kibum, and he gets fed up on the waiting and silence.
a/n: ughhh supreme team strikes again and this time it's with 데려가 (take me) ft. beenzino. ugh love it.
'i'll be back in a few.'
it's an obvious lie.
kibum fumbles with the lock a bit as his eyes burn rip shred the green piece of paper taped crookedly on the door-the paint will probably chip if he takes it off-and once he hears the rather empty click, he turns around and shuffles his feet back to bed.
it's only two forty.
and jonghyun only left at ten.
'text me if you need something, i'll stop by the store.'
kibum looks at the note with a hint of curiosity in a curved brow as he traces the last few slanted letters, and then he figures the guy only pocketed enough for a dance if he was in this much of a hurry.
when he sits down at the table with coffee brewed for two (but with only one teaspoon on the plate) he realizes that he actually needs some eggs for breakfast.
but convenience stores aren't open at five in the morning, so he figures he'll just stay awake for a few more hours (to see if he'll ever come) to wait for it to open.
'party with some friends. don't wait up, all right?'
last time kibum checked, jonghyun's friends were his friends. he snorts quietly to himself and then tears the paper, watching another thin layer of paint peel itself from the hard, cold wood underneath.
no. no, he wasn't waiting up anymore.
'i'll be back whenever.'
jonghyun stares rather blankly at the white note taped neatly onto the door, covering a spot of chipped paint from two weeks before (when was that there?). he can barely bring himself to blink before he slowly takes off the piece of paper and puts it in his pocket.
there's no smell of coffee or eggs or waffles.
and he thinks it's weird.
the sliver of brown wood is still there and jonghyun begins to get nervous every day and noon and night as he walks around to see only three pairs of shoes instead of its regular ten, a refrigerator half empty rather than full, a bathroom lacking a new bundle of potpourri every day.
he doesn't think of it until three days later when all traces of his presence are really gone from the walls and the floors and he shakes as he pulls out his phone,
"where are you?"
static keeps him company, and then he whispers, "take me there. i want to see your face in the mornings. it's so quiet. and i'm hungry.
please.
take me there."
a light chuckle filters through the spiracles of his cell phone and the soft vibrations reverberate in the hollow shell of his ear, bounce around, straight down to his heart.
"so leave everything and come."
jonghyun grabs a lone twenty dollar bill-for eggs, some more coffee filters, and a can of hairspray-and stumbles out the front door, out the lobby and stops in his tracks.
kibum's smiling albeit a bit heavily, a bit tiredly, as jonghyun's rough fingers rubs the dark skin circling his eyes. the quiet whispers of i'm sorry and don't ever leave me play with soft strands and jonghyun's lips find their natural place in the crook of kibum's white, smooth neck.
"you could at least wear some pants."
his eyes zip down to see the boxers he got the last time they went shopping, and his cheeks brighten with brightened chuckles.
"i wanted to leave everything."
kibum's fingertips trace slow circles on his cheek.
"save it for bed."
"that's a promise."
"and you have to make runs to the store whenever i ask you to."
"whenever."
"even at night."
"of course."
kibum smiles.
"thank you."
the first thing he does when they get home is take a pink piece of paper and stick it over the patch of bare wood. he cracks a single egg over a barely heated frying pan and jonghyun hums a song as he brews a pot of coffee that won't fill even half a mug.
kibum's happy to have breakfast like this again.
.
i can't stand sad endings right now, i'm just not in the mood haha. so yeah this is just another quick one that i threw together because well, i have off from hakwon tomorrow and i wanted to write haha. uh i don't know about this one either, but i just want to write so i don't get...rusty? lol. hope you guys enjoyed.
Author: salted_taiyaki
Pairing(s): Jonghyun x Key
Genre: Romance, AU
Rating: PG-13
Summary: breakfasts are too empty every morning for kibum, and he gets fed up on the waiting and silence.
a/n: ughhh supreme team strikes again and this time it's with 데려가 (take me) ft. beenzino. ugh love it.
'i'll be back in a few.'
it's an obvious lie.
kibum fumbles with the lock a bit as his eyes burn rip shred the green piece of paper taped crookedly on the door-the paint will probably chip if he takes it off-and once he hears the rather empty click, he turns around and shuffles his feet back to bed.
it's only two forty.
and jonghyun only left at ten.
'text me if you need something, i'll stop by the store.'
kibum looks at the note with a hint of curiosity in a curved brow as he traces the last few slanted letters, and then he figures the guy only pocketed enough for a dance if he was in this much of a hurry.
when he sits down at the table with coffee brewed for two (but with only one teaspoon on the plate) he realizes that he actually needs some eggs for breakfast.
but convenience stores aren't open at five in the morning, so he figures he'll just stay awake for a few more hours (to see if he'll ever come) to wait for it to open.
'party with some friends. don't wait up, all right?'
last time kibum checked, jonghyun's friends were his friends. he snorts quietly to himself and then tears the paper, watching another thin layer of paint peel itself from the hard, cold wood underneath.
no. no, he wasn't waiting up anymore.
'i'll be back whenever.'
jonghyun stares rather blankly at the white note taped neatly onto the door, covering a spot of chipped paint from two weeks before (when was that there?). he can barely bring himself to blink before he slowly takes off the piece of paper and puts it in his pocket.
there's no smell of coffee or eggs or waffles.
and he thinks it's weird.
the sliver of brown wood is still there and jonghyun begins to get nervous every day and noon and night as he walks around to see only three pairs of shoes instead of its regular ten, a refrigerator half empty rather than full, a bathroom lacking a new bundle of potpourri every day.
he doesn't think of it until three days later when all traces of his presence are really gone from the walls and the floors and he shakes as he pulls out his phone,
"where are you?"
static keeps him company, and then he whispers, "take me there. i want to see your face in the mornings. it's so quiet. and i'm hungry.
please.
take me there."
a light chuckle filters through the spiracles of his cell phone and the soft vibrations reverberate in the hollow shell of his ear, bounce around, straight down to his heart.
"so leave everything and come."
jonghyun grabs a lone twenty dollar bill-for eggs, some more coffee filters, and a can of hairspray-and stumbles out the front door, out the lobby and stops in his tracks.
kibum's smiling albeit a bit heavily, a bit tiredly, as jonghyun's rough fingers rubs the dark skin circling his eyes. the quiet whispers of i'm sorry and don't ever leave me play with soft strands and jonghyun's lips find their natural place in the crook of kibum's white, smooth neck.
"you could at least wear some pants."
his eyes zip down to see the boxers he got the last time they went shopping, and his cheeks brighten with brightened chuckles.
"i wanted to leave everything."
kibum's fingertips trace slow circles on his cheek.
"save it for bed."
"that's a promise."
"and you have to make runs to the store whenever i ask you to."
"whenever."
"even at night."
"of course."
kibum smiles.
"thank you."
the first thing he does when they get home is take a pink piece of paper and stick it over the patch of bare wood. he cracks a single egg over a barely heated frying pan and jonghyun hums a song as he brews a pot of coffee that won't fill even half a mug.
kibum's happy to have breakfast like this again.
.
i can't stand sad endings right now, i'm just not in the mood haha. so yeah this is just another quick one that i threw together because well, i have off from hakwon tomorrow and i wanted to write haha. uh i don't know about this one either, but i just want to write so i don't get...rusty? lol. hope you guys enjoyed.