{one-shot} You won't let me love you.
You won't let me love you.
→ Minho/Key, Jonghyun/Key; PG-16
Please love him for me.
Side story to Use me, when you want to abuse me.
I remember the first day of school. He walked in with a brightest smile, right hand playing with his earring. He scanned the room and his eyes landed on me. He scurried into the seat next to mine when the bell rung. After he sat down, he fixed his hair. He must’ve noticed me staring at him because he turned around and smiled. He tugged on his necklace, a key, and turned around. That was Key, Kim Kibum on the first day of school, leaving a very eccentric impression on me.
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“Hi. I’m Kim Kibum, also known as Key. I like to shop, cook and clean. My favorite drink is coke. I like to sing and dance. My favorite thing about myself is my eyebrows and lips. Did I mention that I like to go shopping? Ah yes. What’s your name? What do you like to do? Oh yeah, I also like ice cream!”
“I’m Minho.” He blinks and stares at me. “I like to play soccer?”
He nods, waiting?
“I sorta sing…”
“Really?! We can join the singing department together!” He claps his hands together, big grin on his face.
“I just do it as a hobby. I was going to join the soccer team.”
He frowns and slumps into his chair, nibbling on his sandwich.
“Sorry. I love soccer.”
“That’s ok,” he turns back with a smile. “It’s great that you have something you love.” He finishes his lunch and gets up. “I gotta go look for someone. I’ll see you later, Minho!” He waves goodbye and skips out the room. What an interesting boy.
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Apparently he has a second year friend named Jonghyun. I heard he’s famous in the singing department. Heartbreaker, love-taker.
“Why are you friends with him again?”
“He’s nice, definitely not like what others say.” All I can do is just look at him. I don’t like the sound of this Jonghyun guy.
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He’s always so sincere, though sometimes a bit pressuring and annoying. I know he means no harm. Always bugs me during class, throwing paper balls and drawing flowers on my homework. Kibum makes lunch for me, insisting that he knows the proper nutrients I need in order to be a strong athlete. I have no choice but to eat them (not that I’m complaining, it’s delicious).
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We walk home from school together. Everyday, it’s the same thing. We walk along the same path, eat the same tteokbokki from the same food stand, stop at the same shops for Kibum, and talk about the same things - homework, school, gossip, life. Well it’s more like Kibum talking, I listen.
“I was at your soccer game today! Did you hear me cheer you on? I was pretty loud.”
He was there today, waving a pink flag with my name on it. I almost missed the goal when I saw him. Everybody was staring at him screaming my name, but I guess that never stopped the Kim Kibum.
“Yeah. Thanks. It means a lot to me.” Nobody ever goes to my soccer games. He smiles and leans in onto my shoulder. I get butterflies in my stomach.
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Today is not the same. After class, I can’t find him anywhere. We usually meet in front of the library. I wait for him. Maybe he’s held back after class for a bit. I text him, asking him where he is.
There are giggling voices in the library. Unfortunately, my curiosity got me and I decide to see what it is. Long behold, it’s Kim Jonghyun with two girls in the aisle. He’s whispering things into their ear that probably is making their panties wet. Disgusting.
Kibum texts me back, telling me he’s waiting for Jonghyun. My heart sinks a little inside.
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“You guys kiss more than you talk?” I bite into my lunch, staring at him. One minute, they’re just childhood friends, next they are kissing buddies.
“Don’t look at me like I’m some sort of freak. Yes, we do. I’m asking you what you think about it.”
I chew, not knowing what I really think about this situation. Oddly, I feel sad and defeated. I feel like something was taken from me - something that isn’t mine in the first place. If anybody can be his kissing partner, why not choose some one nicer? Why not choose me?
He pouts and nudges me. I really want to tell him that he’s an idiot, stupid for falling for Jonghyun’s trap. I want to tell him that Jonghyun’s no good - a liar, deceiver. But I can’t. I feel like he’s going to turn away from me and never come to me again. “I think, you’re going to fall in love with him.” I hope he doesn’t.
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We still walk home together. But I feel awkward, constrained in my little world of jealousy, nervousness, and disappointment.
“Teach me how to play soccer!”
“What?”
“You know soccer, the love of your life. Let’s spend some time together.” He giggles. I nod. “Great! Then Sunday, in front of the park?”
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It’s Sunday with a side dish of rainstorm. There’s a stupid boy standing in the park, in the rain. That stupid boy is me, Choi Minho waiting once again for something that will never happen.
I turn to walk out of the park, but I see a figure running towards me under a black umbrella. It’s him and he brings me under his umbrella.
“I’m sorry. So so so sorry. Oh my god. Look at you. You’re all wet! Why didn’t you just leave?” Why didn’t I just leave? Why do you think I didn’t just leave?
“It’s ok. I was just about to leave.” He looks away, sensing the disappointment in my eyes.
“I’m sorry. I got caught up…” There is no need for him to tell me what, who he got caught up with. We both know that I know who it is. “Forgive me?”
“Yeah.” He loosens up and sigh in relief.
“You’re not mad?” I shake my head. “Still friends.” I nod. “Great. Let’s go get some food!” He links his arm around mine and drags me along.
Still friends.
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Soccer practice after school, can’t walk him home today. There’s nobody in the locker room yet, I’m early.
“Jonghyun, fuck me already.” Oh great. I’m not alone. This is weird. They are moaning, and I hear clothes ruffling. I’m not surprised Jonghyun is having afterschool sex in the boys locker room. I wish Kibum was here to see this fool. I make my way to my locker to change and to my dismay; I get a view of them.
“Kibum, lift your leg higher,” Jonghyun demanded.
And everything in me shattered into tiny pieces that seem impossible to piece back together.
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“I saw you guys in the boys locker room.” I have to get it out of my system. But I can’t bear to look at him, so I stare at my book. The words aren’t registering in my head though.
“Oh…” That was all he could say.
“He just wants sex.” Why are you so stupid?
Key rolls his eyes and glares at me. “No…we’re best friends. He cares about me.”
“He doesn’t love you.” I know I’m right, I see him flinch at the corner of my eye.
“But you love him. Madly in love, deeply in love.” And he just keeps going back to that son of a bitch.
“You don’t need to tell me that.” He turns away, stung by the bitter truth.
“He’s just using your love.” What can I do to get you to realize that maybe somebody next to you loves you just as much as you love that player?
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I understand that this isn’t meant to be because we can’t even make it as friends. “I’m moving.”
“That’s not funny. It isn’t April Fools.” He shoots me one of those bitch looks.
“I’m not joking. I’ll be leaving soon.” He slumps into his chair and buries his face into his arms. “Are you going to be alright without me?” He shakes his head.
“He doesn’t love me. You’re leaving me. What else now?”
“I’m sorry.” He gets up and storms out the room. That’s the last time I saw him. I didn’t tell him when exactly I was leaving.
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Jonghyun,
Frankly speaking, I still love him. But he loves you. I’ll make it through myself, I can easily up and leave. And that’s exactly what I did. I hope you’ll get it through that thick skull of yours that he fucking loves you. You better get your act straight and do something about your disgusting behavior.
Then please love him for me. Don’t let him get hurt anymore. It’s not fair. Love him with everything you have, everything you are. Just hold him and tell him you love him. Just love him.
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Kibum,
I’m sorry I can’t be there to eat your delicious homemade lunch.
I’m sorry I can’t walk you home anymore.
I’m sorry I won’t be there to hold you when you cry.
Sorry for leaving without a goodbye.
Sorry for not showing you that I love you.
Sorry.
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Ok. I finally finished writing this. It feels a bit choppy.
Not as angsty as I thought it'd be :\
Feedback is appreciated 8D♥
→ Minho/Key, Jonghyun/Key; PG-16
Please love him for me.
Side story to Use me, when you want to abuse me.
I remember the first day of school. He walked in with a brightest smile, right hand playing with his earring. He scanned the room and his eyes landed on me. He scurried into the seat next to mine when the bell rung. After he sat down, he fixed his hair. He must’ve noticed me staring at him because he turned around and smiled. He tugged on his necklace, a key, and turned around. That was Key, Kim Kibum on the first day of school, leaving a very eccentric impression on me.
---
“Hi. I’m Kim Kibum, also known as Key. I like to shop, cook and clean. My favorite drink is coke. I like to sing and dance. My favorite thing about myself is my eyebrows and lips. Did I mention that I like to go shopping? Ah yes. What’s your name? What do you like to do? Oh yeah, I also like ice cream!”
“I’m Minho.” He blinks and stares at me. “I like to play soccer?”
He nods, waiting?
“I sorta sing…”
“Really?! We can join the singing department together!” He claps his hands together, big grin on his face.
“I just do it as a hobby. I was going to join the soccer team.”
He frowns and slumps into his chair, nibbling on his sandwich.
“Sorry. I love soccer.”
“That’s ok,” he turns back with a smile. “It’s great that you have something you love.” He finishes his lunch and gets up. “I gotta go look for someone. I’ll see you later, Minho!” He waves goodbye and skips out the room. What an interesting boy.
---
Apparently he has a second year friend named Jonghyun. I heard he’s famous in the singing department. Heartbreaker, love-taker.
“Why are you friends with him again?”
“He’s nice, definitely not like what others say.” All I can do is just look at him. I don’t like the sound of this Jonghyun guy.
---
He’s always so sincere, though sometimes a bit pressuring and annoying. I know he means no harm. Always bugs me during class, throwing paper balls and drawing flowers on my homework. Kibum makes lunch for me, insisting that he knows the proper nutrients I need in order to be a strong athlete. I have no choice but to eat them (not that I’m complaining, it’s delicious).
---
We walk home from school together. Everyday, it’s the same thing. We walk along the same path, eat the same tteokbokki from the same food stand, stop at the same shops for Kibum, and talk about the same things - homework, school, gossip, life. Well it’s more like Kibum talking, I listen.
“I was at your soccer game today! Did you hear me cheer you on? I was pretty loud.”
He was there today, waving a pink flag with my name on it. I almost missed the goal when I saw him. Everybody was staring at him screaming my name, but I guess that never stopped the Kim Kibum.
“Yeah. Thanks. It means a lot to me.” Nobody ever goes to my soccer games. He smiles and leans in onto my shoulder. I get butterflies in my stomach.
---
Today is not the same. After class, I can’t find him anywhere. We usually meet in front of the library. I wait for him. Maybe he’s held back after class for a bit. I text him, asking him where he is.
There are giggling voices in the library. Unfortunately, my curiosity got me and I decide to see what it is. Long behold, it’s Kim Jonghyun with two girls in the aisle. He’s whispering things into their ear that probably is making their panties wet. Disgusting.
Kibum texts me back, telling me he’s waiting for Jonghyun. My heart sinks a little inside.
---
“You guys kiss more than you talk?” I bite into my lunch, staring at him. One minute, they’re just childhood friends, next they are kissing buddies.
“Don’t look at me like I’m some sort of freak. Yes, we do. I’m asking you what you think about it.”
I chew, not knowing what I really think about this situation. Oddly, I feel sad and defeated. I feel like something was taken from me - something that isn’t mine in the first place. If anybody can be his kissing partner, why not choose some one nicer? Why not choose me?
He pouts and nudges me. I really want to tell him that he’s an idiot, stupid for falling for Jonghyun’s trap. I want to tell him that Jonghyun’s no good - a liar, deceiver. But I can’t. I feel like he’s going to turn away from me and never come to me again. “I think, you’re going to fall in love with him.” I hope he doesn’t.
---
We still walk home together. But I feel awkward, constrained in my little world of jealousy, nervousness, and disappointment.
“Teach me how to play soccer!”
“What?”
“You know soccer, the love of your life. Let’s spend some time together.” He giggles. I nod. “Great! Then Sunday, in front of the park?”
---
It’s Sunday with a side dish of rainstorm. There’s a stupid boy standing in the park, in the rain. That stupid boy is me, Choi Minho waiting once again for something that will never happen.
I turn to walk out of the park, but I see a figure running towards me under a black umbrella. It’s him and he brings me under his umbrella.
“I’m sorry. So so so sorry. Oh my god. Look at you. You’re all wet! Why didn’t you just leave?” Why didn’t I just leave? Why do you think I didn’t just leave?
“It’s ok. I was just about to leave.” He looks away, sensing the disappointment in my eyes.
“I’m sorry. I got caught up…” There is no need for him to tell me what, who he got caught up with. We both know that I know who it is. “Forgive me?”
“Yeah.” He loosens up and sigh in relief.
“You’re not mad?” I shake my head. “Still friends.” I nod. “Great. Let’s go get some food!” He links his arm around mine and drags me along.
Still friends.
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Soccer practice after school, can’t walk him home today. There’s nobody in the locker room yet, I’m early.
“Jonghyun, fuck me already.” Oh great. I’m not alone. This is weird. They are moaning, and I hear clothes ruffling. I’m not surprised Jonghyun is having afterschool sex in the boys locker room. I wish Kibum was here to see this fool. I make my way to my locker to change and to my dismay; I get a view of them.
“Kibum, lift your leg higher,” Jonghyun demanded.
And everything in me shattered into tiny pieces that seem impossible to piece back together.
---
“I saw you guys in the boys locker room.” I have to get it out of my system. But I can’t bear to look at him, so I stare at my book. The words aren’t registering in my head though.
“Oh…” That was all he could say.
“He just wants sex.” Why are you so stupid?
Key rolls his eyes and glares at me. “No…we’re best friends. He cares about me.”
“He doesn’t love you.” I know I’m right, I see him flinch at the corner of my eye.
“But you love him. Madly in love, deeply in love.” And he just keeps going back to that son of a bitch.
“You don’t need to tell me that.” He turns away, stung by the bitter truth.
“He’s just using your love.” What can I do to get you to realize that maybe somebody next to you loves you just as much as you love that player?
---
I understand that this isn’t meant to be because we can’t even make it as friends. “I’m moving.”
“That’s not funny. It isn’t April Fools.” He shoots me one of those bitch looks.
“I’m not joking. I’ll be leaving soon.” He slumps into his chair and buries his face into his arms. “Are you going to be alright without me?” He shakes his head.
“He doesn’t love me. You’re leaving me. What else now?”
“I’m sorry.” He gets up and storms out the room. That’s the last time I saw him. I didn’t tell him when exactly I was leaving.
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Jonghyun,
Frankly speaking, I still love him. But he loves you. I’ll make it through myself, I can easily up and leave. And that’s exactly what I did. I hope you’ll get it through that thick skull of yours that he fucking loves you. You better get your act straight and do something about your disgusting behavior.
Then please love him for me. Don’t let him get hurt anymore. It’s not fair. Love him with everything you have, everything you are. Just hold him and tell him you love him. Just love him.
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Kibum,
I’m sorry I can’t be there to eat your delicious homemade lunch.
I’m sorry I can’t walk you home anymore.
I’m sorry I won’t be there to hold you when you cry.
Sorry for leaving without a goodbye.
Sorry for not showing you that I love you.
Sorry.
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Ok. I finally finished writing this. It feels a bit choppy.
Not as angsty as I thought it'd be :\
Feedback is appreciated 8D♥