(chaptered) running through a stop sign 1/3
title: running through a stop sign 3/3
pairing: Jonghyun/Key
genre: au, romance
rating: pg
warnings: alcohol influence
word count: 2419 words
summary: In which the ever-perfect and falsely immaculate Kibum gets butterflies inside his stomach because of a jubilant and carefree boy named Jonghyun, who happens to rotate Kibum's world in an extremely different direction.
notes: my great love for SHINee`s juliette!era is extremely obvious, right ? <3 first chaptered fic. yay. whoopdeedoo. chulbaaal , OH I HOPE YOU`RE HAPPY. (yes, i am using your own words on you.) i was in the verge of burning/destroying/murdering this fic. just because. T~T but i`m alright with it now. kind of. ^^; i like comments. a lot. ♥
With his eyes blankly staring at the chalkboard in front, he tapped his pencil rhythmically on his vandalized wooden desk. He could have looked prime, proper, and perfect for the first day of school but his eyes looked more puffy than usual which flawed his clear skin, healthy plump lips, and shiny curls. To add to his disappointment, sleep deprivation is marked on his system which makes his mind function rather oddly - and Kibum needs to pay attention in class.
A yawn escaped from his mouth, after a flip of a page from the novel that his seatmate is reading.
“You look tired.” The student council president who’s seated right next to him pointed out the obvious without removing his gaze off his novel.
“And you’re at fault for that.” Kibum replied, side-eyeing the boy with auburn colored hair and a face that looked studious with his thick black-rimmed eyeglasses. No one would ever suspect that Jinki was the one to urge Kibum to a movie marathon last night - he looked fresh and delightful and glowing with his little crescent-eyed optimistic smile.
Jinki closed his book, and looked at Kibum. “I have multivitamins here, you should take some. Oh, and an extra apple too. Maybe you should also eat chicken with me later.” He offered in a gentle and soft ramble, inaudible enough for the teacher in front to hear.
Just as Kibum was about to blame him even more, the door was loudly swung open - diverting the attention of almost all of the students from the partly-readable notes written on the board to the new face that was fifteen minutes late for class.
“Yes?” Mrs. Jung asked, stopping mid-way from pointing over to the world map plastered on the chalkboard.
“I’m the new transfer student.” He smiled sheepishly as he closed the door behind him. “Sorry, I kinda got lost.” Using his charm, he grinned at the teacher - a grin that tells a story of how he didn’t get lost. At all.
“Who are you kidding?” Kibum muttered in a low voice, eyes rolling at the grinning boy in front.
Mrs. Jung softened up at his magic spell, and instructed him to introduce himself.
After bowing to everyone, he said “Kim Jonghyun.” Followed by a smirk that made most of the girls’ souls go to heaven.
Jinki blinked a few times before leaning closer to Kibum. “Well, he’s something, huh.” He whispered, his mint-scented breath reaching Kibum’s sense of smell. (Because Jinki likes to chew gum inside the classroom even if it’s against the rules - it’s just that he’s made up his own medical certificate to gain the teachers’ permission.)
Kibum has his eyes fixed on the boy, who has brown hair tousled up in perfection, as he made his way to a vacant chair. He doubted that Jonghyun was the ‘Lee Jinki’ type, because by the looks of how he winked at Kibum when he caught the blond staring, he doubted if this boy took anything seriously.
“Kim Jonghyun and me - we won’t get along, I’m telling you Jinki. We just won’t.” he mumbled quietly, still staring at Jonghyun with a judging glare.
It’s been fifteen days since the seating arrangements were shuffled - which made Kibum seat between Jonghyun and a curtained window that smelled too much like the fabric conditioner his grandmother uses.
And really, he had not expected that Jonghyun was a feisty, witty, and felicitous ball of warm sunshine. But more or less, he had a very high mental capacity, it’s just that he’s too reckless, lazy, and irresponsible - he enjoyed life too much - which is, slightly, the exact opposite of Kibum.
Because Kibum is merely unapproachable as he shines too bright for everyone with his omniscient gaze, nearly perfect grades, open-faced remarks with a snippet of snide, and immaculate smiles that intoxicates the adults and leaves the ones who knows his true attitude a little conflicted and baffled.
When Jonghyun is drooling on the open textbook placed on top of his desk, Kibum is the one who blinks his own drowsiness away as he pokes the brunet with the sharp led of a pencil to make him gain consciousness because the teacher in front is giving Jonghyun suspicious glances. (And maybe because Kibum thought that if he can’t sleep in class - even if his eyelids are about to drop anytime - then no one can.) Resulting with Jonghyun grumbling and telling Kibum to just shut up and take a short nap too. Then the blond will nag him a little too loud, with the both of them having detention for later given by their strict teacher.
When Kibum is faking a stomach ache - or rather an act that could get him a scholarship to a drama course in an Art University - Jonghyun is the one who captivates the teacher in charge with his concerned look, pouting lips, and undeniable charisma. Resulting with the both of them having permission to go straight to the school clinic, but they take an alternate route and go off to see Jinki instead. Then the student council president will think of whatever excuse he can and report to the detention room - where the two were staying - right away, earning him a box of fried chicken the next day.
And when lunch is over, and Jonghyun is still nowhere to be found inside the classroom for the following class, Kibum is the one who volunteers to look for him because he knows exactly where the carefree boy is. He heads to the school’s rooftop without a second thought, and finds the brunet there. Resulting with Jonghyun giving him an approving smile. Then Kibum will let loose and keep his guard down for a while as they forget about everything - lessons, pressures, gossips, rumors, problems, and everything in between - and talk about anything that will cross their mind under the slowly drifting white clouds ghosting against the breathtaking blue sky for a time limit of one period.
And really, Kibum never really thought that they would get along with each other too perfectly.
With a bowl of buttered popcorn between them and opened cans of root beer on the arm of the black sofa, both of them waited for the gruesome spirit to appear on the screen of the television.
Kibum screamed two seconds too early, making the brunet chuckle heartily.
“Oh, shut up.” His hand smacked Jonghyun’s arm, lips in a pout as he did so.
It was still too early for them to sleep, but too late to scream when the scary part comes - since the next door neighbors ( whom Jonghyun defined as menopausal ) might be sleeping already. So Kibum decides that they should just watch something that’s not in the horror genre instead.
“How about Romeo and Juliet?” Kibum suggested.
“Nah, I might die from all the mushy and romantic shit.” He drinks from his can.
“Romeo and Juliet.” The blond repeated with persuasion and fierceness resounding in his voice.
Jonghyun stuck his tongue out and shook his head, completely stubborn.
“Alright then.” Kibum smiled mischievously, resembling that purple Cheshire Cat from Alice in Wonderland. “We won’t watch Romeo and Juliet and you won’t get to copy my English homework due for Friday.”
He stops chewing midway and looks at the taunting boy with his eyes wide open. “Oh, come on.” Jonghyun whined with a mouth full of popcorn. “You know how bad I am at English.”
In return, Kibum acted nonchalantly and shrugged his shoulders with an indifferent look on his face.
Jonghyun sighed as he stood up and placed the disk in the player unwillingly. As he went back to the couch, Kibum was patting the empty space beside him.
“You’re gonna cry, Kim Jonghyun - I swear.”
With a pout and a side-glance, he replied “I hate you.”
Though, two hours later, Jonghyun wept like a little kid who got his lollipop stolen by some bully as the credits rolled.
Kibum had his arm around the boy, whose hand wiped every tear, and patted him comfortingly - but snickered as he did so. “It’s alright, I knew you were gonna cry anyway. It’s alright, hush.”
“It’s just too sad and heartbreaking, I don’t even know-” Jonghyun managed to mumble in between sobs. “And why the hell are you laughing at me, you bastard.”
“Sorry honey, I won’t be able to sympathize with you over such trivial matters.” He joked. “I’m kidding, Jjong. Now, would you please shut up? I don’t wanna end up looking like the bad guy here because your mom might wake up, then she’ll end up thinking I’m the one who made you cry.” The blond nagged him.
Jonghyun then went quiet for a moment as he played with the fingers of Kibum’s hand. He sniffed and looked at nothing in particular with a thoughtful gaze - probably replaying the sad part over and over again.
Then Kibum suddenly felt as if there was a possibility that he might have a stomach ache, maybe for eating too much popcorn or drinking a gallon too much of root beer or both. The queasy feeling only went away minutes after the brunet finally let go of his hand.
“Kibum-ah.”
“Hm?” He hummed in reply, looking at Jonghyun with one questioning eyebrow raised.
“So, you know, we should totally go to that upcoming awesome party next week that’s being held by that awesome Heechul-hyung who throws awesome parties all the time.” Jonghyun explained with much animation, getting endorphins from God knows where right after crying.
Kibum found it bizarre, and stared incredulously at the smiling boy in front of him.
“The awesome Jinki can drop us home, since he’s going with that awesome Taemin - no wait, that guy’s not awesome, that guy’s adorable.” He rambled. Jonghyun nudged him for an answer with a stupid smile plastered on his face.
“I’ll go with you if you won’t ever use the word ‘awesome’ so redundantly ever again.”
The streetlights morphed into a horizontal strand of luminosity through the tinted window where Kibum was looking out. The car smelled like pine, cigarettes, and cinnamon mixed together - and he thought that it made his current condition worse. An indistinct and incoherent utterance was heard from his right that made him shift his attention from the motion-blurred cityscape before him to the boy whose fingers were pressing the touch screen of his black cellphone in a slow, lazy manner and whose hair was as messy as the untidy clothes he’s wearing. Kibum peered over the screen, and found out that he can’t see the glowing screen in clarity.
“Shit. My contacts.” Kibum muttered in a throaty voice.
“I thought you gave it to Minho?” Jinki asked from the driver’s seat, not taking his eyes off the road, characteristically sober, and still looking like a decent socialite that every mother would be proud of.
He blinked away the blur, “I did?” Kibum asked.
“Mm-hm.” Jonghyun slurred beside him, a clear confirmation that he’s actually still alive even if he was silent for about seventeen minutes - which was unusual on normal situations.
Before the blond could interrogate them even more and ask for further questions about his lost contact lenses, the vehicle halted to stop.
“Guys, I’ll drop you off here. I still need to go back for Taemin.” Jinki explained, then muttered almost inaudibly “Minho might be getting that innocent boy drunk or worse.” Followed by a frustrated sigh.
“Thanks, Jinki.” Kibum said before getting out of the car and almost losing his balance once his foot landed on the concrete.
Jonghyun made his way out in a slothful drag, and clasped his hand on a street post after escaping the vehicle to keep his world from spinning like a carousel ride set on fast-forward. His system was drowned in alcohol which made him extremely light-headed. Still, he gave all he could to walk - it was only a few meters until he can reach his house anyway, but he has to drop Kibum off first as if he was the diva’s boyfriend.
Kibum tottered a good one foot away from the brunet as he raked his hands through his hair in a soothing manner. The glow of the post lights were lighted too bright for his blurred sight, and after Jonghyun placed an arm around him for support, the oozing scent of white forest cake and Chianti suffocated him.
“Ugh, Jjong, you smell drunk.” He fanned the air with his hand.
“Says you.” The other one replied, his gaze focused on the cracks of the sidewalk illuminated by the street lights and cars zooming past them.
The both of them staggered, bickering with aimless and snarky remarks. Kibum would always retort with an obscene word, then push Jonghyun away when he’s losing the side of the argument. But the latter would always loop his arm cozily around Kibum’s shoulder after every vigorous nudge.
Soon enough, ( when Jonghyun was obnoxiously laughing at something that has to do with Kibum’s eyeliner ) they reached the blond’s house.
Kibum gave him a final smack on the arm before faking a calm composure and walking towards their porch.
“Babe, call me.” Jonghyun joked with an amused grin playing on his haggard features.
“Kim Jonghyun, I am utterly disgusted.” He said after an eye roll, not bothering to look at his best friend. “Just go home already.”
“Alright, alright.” The shorter one nodded in surrender and took one step forward towards his path. He then stopped his pace and looked at Kibum. “Yah, Kibum!” he called when the said boy was just about to twist the cold door knob.
“What?” he sharply spat out as one hand messed up his blond strands even more in frustration.
Jonghyun grinned at him. “Goodbye.” He sing-songed, voice still mellifluous even though he’s drunk. Then with the both of his hands, he made a heart aimed for Kibum and chuckled.
Kibum felt the liquor reacting in his stomach as he shook his head with an unbelieving expression on his face. It’s good that he didn’t feel like puking - at all - but his intestines were being twirled around by alcohol. He proceeded to stealthily go inside the house and straight to his room with a sugar-coated story just in case his parents might interrogate.
The peculiar feeling, that his intellect cannot explain, only went away after he stopped thinking about Jonghyun’s heart hand sign and focused on worrying that he has school in three hours instead.
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☁ two
pairing: Jonghyun/Key
genre: au, romance
rating: pg
warnings: alcohol influence
word count: 2419 words
summary: In which the ever-perfect and falsely immaculate Kibum gets butterflies inside his stomach because of a jubilant and carefree boy named Jonghyun, who happens to rotate Kibum's world in an extremely different direction.
notes: my great love for SHINee`s juliette!era is extremely obvious, right ? <3 first chaptered fic. yay. whoopdeedoo. chulbaaal , OH I HOPE YOU`RE HAPPY. (yes, i am using your own words on you.) i was in the verge of burning/destroying/murdering this fic. just because. T~T but i`m alright with it now. kind of. ^^; i like comments. a lot. ♥
With his eyes blankly staring at the chalkboard in front, he tapped his pencil rhythmically on his vandalized wooden desk. He could have looked prime, proper, and perfect for the first day of school but his eyes looked more puffy than usual which flawed his clear skin, healthy plump lips, and shiny curls. To add to his disappointment, sleep deprivation is marked on his system which makes his mind function rather oddly - and Kibum needs to pay attention in class.
A yawn escaped from his mouth, after a flip of a page from the novel that his seatmate is reading.
“You look tired.” The student council president who’s seated right next to him pointed out the obvious without removing his gaze off his novel.
“And you’re at fault for that.” Kibum replied, side-eyeing the boy with auburn colored hair and a face that looked studious with his thick black-rimmed eyeglasses. No one would ever suspect that Jinki was the one to urge Kibum to a movie marathon last night - he looked fresh and delightful and glowing with his little crescent-eyed optimistic smile.
Jinki closed his book, and looked at Kibum. “I have multivitamins here, you should take some. Oh, and an extra apple too. Maybe you should also eat chicken with me later.” He offered in a gentle and soft ramble, inaudible enough for the teacher in front to hear.
Just as Kibum was about to blame him even more, the door was loudly swung open - diverting the attention of almost all of the students from the partly-readable notes written on the board to the new face that was fifteen minutes late for class.
“Yes?” Mrs. Jung asked, stopping mid-way from pointing over to the world map plastered on the chalkboard.
“I’m the new transfer student.” He smiled sheepishly as he closed the door behind him. “Sorry, I kinda got lost.” Using his charm, he grinned at the teacher - a grin that tells a story of how he didn’t get lost. At all.
“Who are you kidding?” Kibum muttered in a low voice, eyes rolling at the grinning boy in front.
Mrs. Jung softened up at his magic spell, and instructed him to introduce himself.
After bowing to everyone, he said “Kim Jonghyun.” Followed by a smirk that made most of the girls’ souls go to heaven.
Jinki blinked a few times before leaning closer to Kibum. “Well, he’s something, huh.” He whispered, his mint-scented breath reaching Kibum’s sense of smell. (Because Jinki likes to chew gum inside the classroom even if it’s against the rules - it’s just that he’s made up his own medical certificate to gain the teachers’ permission.)
Kibum has his eyes fixed on the boy, who has brown hair tousled up in perfection, as he made his way to a vacant chair. He doubted that Jonghyun was the ‘Lee Jinki’ type, because by the looks of how he winked at Kibum when he caught the blond staring, he doubted if this boy took anything seriously.
“Kim Jonghyun and me - we won’t get along, I’m telling you Jinki. We just won’t.” he mumbled quietly, still staring at Jonghyun with a judging glare.
It’s been fifteen days since the seating arrangements were shuffled - which made Kibum seat between Jonghyun and a curtained window that smelled too much like the fabric conditioner his grandmother uses.
And really, he had not expected that Jonghyun was a feisty, witty, and felicitous ball of warm sunshine. But more or less, he had a very high mental capacity, it’s just that he’s too reckless, lazy, and irresponsible - he enjoyed life too much - which is, slightly, the exact opposite of Kibum.
Because Kibum is merely unapproachable as he shines too bright for everyone with his omniscient gaze, nearly perfect grades, open-faced remarks with a snippet of snide, and immaculate smiles that intoxicates the adults and leaves the ones who knows his true attitude a little conflicted and baffled.
When Jonghyun is drooling on the open textbook placed on top of his desk, Kibum is the one who blinks his own drowsiness away as he pokes the brunet with the sharp led of a pencil to make him gain consciousness because the teacher in front is giving Jonghyun suspicious glances. (And maybe because Kibum thought that if he can’t sleep in class - even if his eyelids are about to drop anytime - then no one can.) Resulting with Jonghyun grumbling and telling Kibum to just shut up and take a short nap too. Then the blond will nag him a little too loud, with the both of them having detention for later given by their strict teacher.
When Kibum is faking a stomach ache - or rather an act that could get him a scholarship to a drama course in an Art University - Jonghyun is the one who captivates the teacher in charge with his concerned look, pouting lips, and undeniable charisma. Resulting with the both of them having permission to go straight to the school clinic, but they take an alternate route and go off to see Jinki instead. Then the student council president will think of whatever excuse he can and report to the detention room - where the two were staying - right away, earning him a box of fried chicken the next day.
And when lunch is over, and Jonghyun is still nowhere to be found inside the classroom for the following class, Kibum is the one who volunteers to look for him because he knows exactly where the carefree boy is. He heads to the school’s rooftop without a second thought, and finds the brunet there. Resulting with Jonghyun giving him an approving smile. Then Kibum will let loose and keep his guard down for a while as they forget about everything - lessons, pressures, gossips, rumors, problems, and everything in between - and talk about anything that will cross their mind under the slowly drifting white clouds ghosting against the breathtaking blue sky for a time limit of one period.
And really, Kibum never really thought that they would get along with each other too perfectly.
With a bowl of buttered popcorn between them and opened cans of root beer on the arm of the black sofa, both of them waited for the gruesome spirit to appear on the screen of the television.
Kibum screamed two seconds too early, making the brunet chuckle heartily.
“Oh, shut up.” His hand smacked Jonghyun’s arm, lips in a pout as he did so.
It was still too early for them to sleep, but too late to scream when the scary part comes - since the next door neighbors ( whom Jonghyun defined as menopausal ) might be sleeping already. So Kibum decides that they should just watch something that’s not in the horror genre instead.
“How about Romeo and Juliet?” Kibum suggested.
“Nah, I might die from all the mushy and romantic shit.” He drinks from his can.
“Romeo and Juliet.” The blond repeated with persuasion and fierceness resounding in his voice.
Jonghyun stuck his tongue out and shook his head, completely stubborn.
“Alright then.” Kibum smiled mischievously, resembling that purple Cheshire Cat from Alice in Wonderland. “We won’t watch Romeo and Juliet and you won’t get to copy my English homework due for Friday.”
He stops chewing midway and looks at the taunting boy with his eyes wide open. “Oh, come on.” Jonghyun whined with a mouth full of popcorn. “You know how bad I am at English.”
In return, Kibum acted nonchalantly and shrugged his shoulders with an indifferent look on his face.
Jonghyun sighed as he stood up and placed the disk in the player unwillingly. As he went back to the couch, Kibum was patting the empty space beside him.
“You’re gonna cry, Kim Jonghyun - I swear.”
With a pout and a side-glance, he replied “I hate you.”
Though, two hours later, Jonghyun wept like a little kid who got his lollipop stolen by some bully as the credits rolled.
Kibum had his arm around the boy, whose hand wiped every tear, and patted him comfortingly - but snickered as he did so. “It’s alright, I knew you were gonna cry anyway. It’s alright, hush.”
“It’s just too sad and heartbreaking, I don’t even know-” Jonghyun managed to mumble in between sobs. “And why the hell are you laughing at me, you bastard.”
“Sorry honey, I won’t be able to sympathize with you over such trivial matters.” He joked. “I’m kidding, Jjong. Now, would you please shut up? I don’t wanna end up looking like the bad guy here because your mom might wake up, then she’ll end up thinking I’m the one who made you cry.” The blond nagged him.
Jonghyun then went quiet for a moment as he played with the fingers of Kibum’s hand. He sniffed and looked at nothing in particular with a thoughtful gaze - probably replaying the sad part over and over again.
Then Kibum suddenly felt as if there was a possibility that he might have a stomach ache, maybe for eating too much popcorn or drinking a gallon too much of root beer or both. The queasy feeling only went away minutes after the brunet finally let go of his hand.
“Kibum-ah.”
“Hm?” He hummed in reply, looking at Jonghyun with one questioning eyebrow raised.
“So, you know, we should totally go to that upcoming awesome party next week that’s being held by that awesome Heechul-hyung who throws awesome parties all the time.” Jonghyun explained with much animation, getting endorphins from God knows where right after crying.
Kibum found it bizarre, and stared incredulously at the smiling boy in front of him.
“The awesome Jinki can drop us home, since he’s going with that awesome Taemin - no wait, that guy’s not awesome, that guy’s adorable.” He rambled. Jonghyun nudged him for an answer with a stupid smile plastered on his face.
“I’ll go with you if you won’t ever use the word ‘awesome’ so redundantly ever again.”
The streetlights morphed into a horizontal strand of luminosity through the tinted window where Kibum was looking out. The car smelled like pine, cigarettes, and cinnamon mixed together - and he thought that it made his current condition worse. An indistinct and incoherent utterance was heard from his right that made him shift his attention from the motion-blurred cityscape before him to the boy whose fingers were pressing the touch screen of his black cellphone in a slow, lazy manner and whose hair was as messy as the untidy clothes he’s wearing. Kibum peered over the screen, and found out that he can’t see the glowing screen in clarity.
“Shit. My contacts.” Kibum muttered in a throaty voice.
“I thought you gave it to Minho?” Jinki asked from the driver’s seat, not taking his eyes off the road, characteristically sober, and still looking like a decent socialite that every mother would be proud of.
He blinked away the blur, “I did?” Kibum asked.
“Mm-hm.” Jonghyun slurred beside him, a clear confirmation that he’s actually still alive even if he was silent for about seventeen minutes - which was unusual on normal situations.
Before the blond could interrogate them even more and ask for further questions about his lost contact lenses, the vehicle halted to stop.
“Guys, I’ll drop you off here. I still need to go back for Taemin.” Jinki explained, then muttered almost inaudibly “Minho might be getting that innocent boy drunk or worse.” Followed by a frustrated sigh.
“Thanks, Jinki.” Kibum said before getting out of the car and almost losing his balance once his foot landed on the concrete.
Jonghyun made his way out in a slothful drag, and clasped his hand on a street post after escaping the vehicle to keep his world from spinning like a carousel ride set on fast-forward. His system was drowned in alcohol which made him extremely light-headed. Still, he gave all he could to walk - it was only a few meters until he can reach his house anyway, but he has to drop Kibum off first as if he was the diva’s boyfriend.
Kibum tottered a good one foot away from the brunet as he raked his hands through his hair in a soothing manner. The glow of the post lights were lighted too bright for his blurred sight, and after Jonghyun placed an arm around him for support, the oozing scent of white forest cake and Chianti suffocated him.
“Ugh, Jjong, you smell drunk.” He fanned the air with his hand.
“Says you.” The other one replied, his gaze focused on the cracks of the sidewalk illuminated by the street lights and cars zooming past them.
The both of them staggered, bickering with aimless and snarky remarks. Kibum would always retort with an obscene word, then push Jonghyun away when he’s losing the side of the argument. But the latter would always loop his arm cozily around Kibum’s shoulder after every vigorous nudge.
Soon enough, ( when Jonghyun was obnoxiously laughing at something that has to do with Kibum’s eyeliner ) they reached the blond’s house.
Kibum gave him a final smack on the arm before faking a calm composure and walking towards their porch.
“Babe, call me.” Jonghyun joked with an amused grin playing on his haggard features.
“Kim Jonghyun, I am utterly disgusted.” He said after an eye roll, not bothering to look at his best friend. “Just go home already.”
“Alright, alright.” The shorter one nodded in surrender and took one step forward towards his path. He then stopped his pace and looked at Kibum. “Yah, Kibum!” he called when the said boy was just about to twist the cold door knob.
“What?” he sharply spat out as one hand messed up his blond strands even more in frustration.
Jonghyun grinned at him. “Goodbye.” He sing-songed, voice still mellifluous even though he’s drunk. Then with the both of his hands, he made a heart aimed for Kibum and chuckled.
Kibum felt the liquor reacting in his stomach as he shook his head with an unbelieving expression on his face. It’s good that he didn’t feel like puking - at all - but his intestines were being twirled around by alcohol. He proceeded to stealthily go inside the house and straight to his room with a sugar-coated story just in case his parents might interrogate.
The peculiar feeling, that his intellect cannot explain, only went away after he stopped thinking about Jonghyun’s heart hand sign and focused on worrying that he has school in three hours instead.
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☁ two