i think i just wrote a fic.
[fic] enough to know.
jongkey (mostly implied, but they were my intention).
501 words.
a/n; i have no idea what this is. i was looking through gifs of jongkey staring at each other and i got this urge to write something down.
i've always wanted to give fanfic-writing a try, since i love reading it so much.
this is my first, so i'd love to hear some comments ^^
and YES, THIS IS JONGKEY. jonghyun only plays with key's ears okayyyyyyy ~
Jonghyun is sitting against the wall; his back slouched against the cold practice room walls. He pants heavily and reaches for his water bottle. Sweat drips from his sideburns down to the left side of his neck, trailing his defined collarbone as the drops disappear at the hem of his black wife beater. As he drinks, his pinky finger rises just a little bit, unconsciously, you suppose. His head tilts back and his dark brown hair softly touches the wall; his sharp jaw line freely exposed to your view as he takes one gulp, two, three… and the water bottle is empty. He gives a big sigh and wipes his mouth with the same hand that holds the bottle. As he puts it down, he smiles and looks up in your direction. You’ve been caught staring again.
**
To be honest, it’s hard not to.
You won’t lie and say it became a habit ever since you met, because it didn’t. Jonghyun was just another boy, just another friend. You had known each other way before the fame, way before the screaming fan girls, the endless dance practices, the fun nights at the recording studio.
You don’t know exactly when or where does your perspective of him change. You start to notice habits that Jonghyun has picked up over the years. You notice how he always touches the back of his head with his right hand whenever he is asked an embarrassing question. You notice how he holds a pencil with three fingers, but a pen with four. You notice the countless times his tongue travels around his breathless lips, leaving them moist and glowing during performances. “The girls love it,” Jonghyun says. He knows you do too.
You don’t know why your eyes can’t help but to travel to the older boy, observing his every move, his every little detail. The way his hands are never still, always searching for a microphone to grab, a toothy smile to cover, a hand to hold. The way his fingers always reach out to play with your ears, touching them gently during variety shows, radio broadcasts, performances, on the couch as your head rests against his shoulder. The way his eyes look through yours and into the core of your soul as you lay together under warm blankets in the middle of the night. The way his lips submerge you in a trance as they move, beautiful sounds escape in whispers and become music; music in the form of three simple words.
**
Jonghyun is still looking at you, but his smile has now faded. His mind confused at your lack of response, his features shaped in concern.
You don’t know what is it about this boy that makes your heart beat so uncontrollably fast. You don’t know how can anyone be so perfect, yet so real. You just know that he is there, and you are here, and that’s enough to know.
A smile creeps on your face. Jonghyun’s smile is back.
jongkey (mostly implied, but they were my intention).
501 words.
a/n; i have no idea what this is. i was looking through gifs of jongkey staring at each other and i got this urge to write something down.
i've always wanted to give fanfic-writing a try, since i love reading it so much.
this is my first, so i'd love to hear some comments ^^
and YES, THIS IS JONGKEY. jonghyun only plays with key's ears okayyyyyyy ~
Jonghyun is sitting against the wall; his back slouched against the cold practice room walls. He pants heavily and reaches for his water bottle. Sweat drips from his sideburns down to the left side of his neck, trailing his defined collarbone as the drops disappear at the hem of his black wife beater. As he drinks, his pinky finger rises just a little bit, unconsciously, you suppose. His head tilts back and his dark brown hair softly touches the wall; his sharp jaw line freely exposed to your view as he takes one gulp, two, three… and the water bottle is empty. He gives a big sigh and wipes his mouth with the same hand that holds the bottle. As he puts it down, he smiles and looks up in your direction. You’ve been caught staring again.
**
To be honest, it’s hard not to.
You won’t lie and say it became a habit ever since you met, because it didn’t. Jonghyun was just another boy, just another friend. You had known each other way before the fame, way before the screaming fan girls, the endless dance practices, the fun nights at the recording studio.
You don’t know exactly when or where does your perspective of him change. You start to notice habits that Jonghyun has picked up over the years. You notice how he always touches the back of his head with his right hand whenever he is asked an embarrassing question. You notice how he holds a pencil with three fingers, but a pen with four. You notice the countless times his tongue travels around his breathless lips, leaving them moist and glowing during performances. “The girls love it,” Jonghyun says. He knows you do too.
You don’t know why your eyes can’t help but to travel to the older boy, observing his every move, his every little detail. The way his hands are never still, always searching for a microphone to grab, a toothy smile to cover, a hand to hold. The way his fingers always reach out to play with your ears, touching them gently during variety shows, radio broadcasts, performances, on the couch as your head rests against his shoulder. The way his eyes look through yours and into the core of your soul as you lay together under warm blankets in the middle of the night. The way his lips submerge you in a trance as they move, beautiful sounds escape in whispers and become music; music in the form of three simple words.
**
Jonghyun is still looking at you, but his smile has now faded. His mind confused at your lack of response, his features shaped in concern.
You don’t know what is it about this boy that makes your heart beat so uncontrollably fast. You don’t know how can anyone be so perfect, yet so real. You just know that he is there, and you are here, and that’s enough to know.
A smile creeps on your face. Jonghyun’s smile is back.