↓ {004} 'i know why i fell inlove with you.'
i know why i fell inlove with you → it's jongkey because obviously my first shinee fic has to be just that.
i want to say this fic is for conditionally but I want to write a jongyu fic for her haha
written thanks to this prompt ♥ at milkpoet
it's the way he lives life, infront or next to the other, side by side, face to face, it's been like since he remembers.
so when the other is at the other side of the room, curled into himself inside a cocoon of pink sheets, jonghyun is the first to know. he climbs down and walks over, climbing up (this should be tiring but it he finds himself up on the others bed too often in a month for it to be a bother anymore). he's digging his way past sheets he swears are softer than his (and smell nicer and feel nicer and make him want to puke a little but he blames the pink and ignores the fact that he wants to puke from giddiness). it takes all that effort to prove his assumption is right, the other is indeed frowning (because why else would kibum bury himself in the humidity of a sheet cocoon?).
he squirms inside, warmth close to being suffocating and he's almost breaking out into sweat when his arms are bringing the glowering pile of bones that he usually refers as his best friend (right no, he's just a big baby) close, maybe closer than neccesary as he can feel kibums lips against his collar bone and every intake and outtake of shaky breaths makes his tan skin crawl with goosebumps.
"are you going to tell me why your face looks so ugly?" it's mean, but it's said with a smile (recieved with a scowl). it's a lie too, because to jonghyun even the others tear washed face is beautiful (but he acts 10 years younger than he is, so he talks opposite than what he thinks, just to be annoying).
"if you can make my day better than why don't you, moron?" it comes out as a snarl, angry and heated words hissed out against the crook of jonghyuns neck. it leaves the oldest still and quiet, eyes wide (this isn't how it usually goes, really).
"hey, glum face... look up." (he has never been able to not insult the other, but he swears kibum started it when calling him a monkey when they first met) it's spoken softer than usual, low, careful and earns him a (half hearted) eyeroll as the blonde looks up, eyes sparkling more than stage lights, flooded (this makes jonghyuns heart race with panic. panic, he convinces himself. panic).
"seeing your monkey face doesn't help." (no spite in his words, they are shaking and wet, drenched, broken, breaking everything down) it's sticky, the whole situation feels like a web of words that acts like gum on your shoe, no matter how hard you try to pull away you're pulled nearer and nearer and it's only time before you're stuck against the ground.
"i'll make you smile, angel face." it's supposed to be an insult but it's not because he's just too nervous (and he means it, the other always looked like an angel to him), palms sweating and t-shirt stuck against his back (parts of his body he didn't know moved were shaking, stomach attatched to his heart which was climbing towards his throat, pounding it's way up).
it didn't last long, their lips pressed on an awkward angle. it was wet (kibum was crying) and messy, they were both holding to eachother too strongly, their bodies pressed too close for comfort (but it felt so good, too good). they pulled away with a gasp, arms failing to pull the covers away, both of them wide eyed and blushing as they try to hide their pants for air.
"did you mean it?" it hurts jonghyun that those words are so nervous, so insecure.
"i always mean it" (he's looking at the others eyes, both mirroring the wide eyed surprise) it turns out it does help, because when they break away from their second kiss, less wet and more passion, more feeling, more love, kibum has that easy sly smile on his face, head resting on jonghyuns shoulder.
"everytime i frown, you better be there."
"i wouldn't have it any other way."
it was only time before he could openly admit that for the past 4 years, he had never thought of kibum as only his friend.
he never did find out why the other was crying (kibum claimed he was too perfect for tears, they both knew better) but that's okay, he doesn't need to know the problem to fix it anymore.
i want to say this fic is for conditionally but I want to write a jongyu fic for her haha
written thanks to this prompt ♥ at milkpoet
it's the way he lives life, infront or next to the other, side by side, face to face, it's been like since he remembers.
so when the other is at the other side of the room, curled into himself inside a cocoon of pink sheets, jonghyun is the first to know. he climbs down and walks over, climbing up (this should be tiring but it he finds himself up on the others bed too often in a month for it to be a bother anymore). he's digging his way past sheets he swears are softer than his (and smell nicer and feel nicer and make him want to puke a little but he blames the pink and ignores the fact that he wants to puke from giddiness). it takes all that effort to prove his assumption is right, the other is indeed frowning (because why else would kibum bury himself in the humidity of a sheet cocoon?).
he squirms inside, warmth close to being suffocating and he's almost breaking out into sweat when his arms are bringing the glowering pile of bones that he usually refers as his best friend (right no, he's just a big baby) close, maybe closer than neccesary as he can feel kibums lips against his collar bone and every intake and outtake of shaky breaths makes his tan skin crawl with goosebumps.
"are you going to tell me why your face looks so ugly?" it's mean, but it's said with a smile (recieved with a scowl). it's a lie too, because to jonghyun even the others tear washed face is beautiful (but he acts 10 years younger than he is, so he talks opposite than what he thinks, just to be annoying).
"if you can make my day better than why don't you, moron?" it comes out as a snarl, angry and heated words hissed out against the crook of jonghyuns neck. it leaves the oldest still and quiet, eyes wide (this isn't how it usually goes, really).
"hey, glum face... look up." (he has never been able to not insult the other, but he swears kibum started it when calling him a monkey when they first met) it's spoken softer than usual, low, careful and earns him a (half hearted) eyeroll as the blonde looks up, eyes sparkling more than stage lights, flooded (this makes jonghyuns heart race with panic. panic, he convinces himself. panic).
"seeing your monkey face doesn't help." (no spite in his words, they are shaking and wet, drenched, broken, breaking everything down) it's sticky, the whole situation feels like a web of words that acts like gum on your shoe, no matter how hard you try to pull away you're pulled nearer and nearer and it's only time before you're stuck against the ground.
"i'll make you smile, angel face." it's supposed to be an insult but it's not because he's just too nervous (and he means it, the other always looked like an angel to him), palms sweating and t-shirt stuck against his back (parts of his body he didn't know moved were shaking, stomach attatched to his heart which was climbing towards his throat, pounding it's way up).
it didn't last long, their lips pressed on an awkward angle. it was wet (kibum was crying) and messy, they were both holding to eachother too strongly, their bodies pressed too close for comfort (but it felt so good, too good). they pulled away with a gasp, arms failing to pull the covers away, both of them wide eyed and blushing as they try to hide their pants for air.
"did you mean it?" it hurts jonghyun that those words are so nervous, so insecure.
"i always mean it" (he's looking at the others eyes, both mirroring the wide eyed surprise) it turns out it does help, because when they break away from their second kiss, less wet and more passion, more feeling, more love, kibum has that easy sly smile on his face, head resting on jonghyuns shoulder.
"everytime i frown, you better be there."
"i wouldn't have it any other way."
it was only time before he could openly admit that for the past 4 years, he had never thought of kibum as only his friend.
he never did find out why the other was crying (kibum claimed he was too perfect for tears, they both knew better) but that's okay, he doesn't need to know the problem to fix it anymore.