a mix tape [drabbles]
Title: a mix tape
Author: salted_taiyaki
Pairing(s): Jonghyun x Key, Onew x Minho, Onew x Taemin, hinted Key x Minho
Genre: Romance, drama, fluff
Rating: range from PG to P-13
Disclaimer: Shinee members aren't mine; all songs belong to King of Convenience.
Summary: in which five boys venture off into a world of mazes and endless waterways, and still manage to find their ways back, together.
a/n: I actually have another idea that will feature all five of them (I hate odd numbers so much) but because of m00bs ... I am now writing drabbles based on KoC's songs ♥ yes. Take a listen while you read! I might write more drabbles based on specific artists titled "a mix tape" so yeah... look forward to them? ha ha.
cayman islands ; 3 7 8
Kibum looked up at the sky that stretched so grandly before him. With the hood opened completely and the wind rushing past his ears, he felt like he was simply flying like the geese were, not too far off in their typical triangular formation. A small smile played at his lips as he dragged in a fresh breath of air, and he held it in until he felt slaps on his leg that were either telling him to exhale or sit back down before the police caught them. He laughed explosively and slipped back down.
The scenery was almost the same for miles and miles on. It was the country road, who could expect more? Jonghyun smiled as his hair whipped him in the face playfully, and when grit and dust floated into the car, he made a ruckus by swinging one free arm back and forth. Kibum began to yell at him and told him to put his arm down, that too much movement would make them crash, and the car was a one-day rental only. (They both knew that they wouldn't be back in time, but it was that excitement that fueled their actions.)
Jonghyun only smiled back stupidly, the little creases around his eyes growing in time. As Kibum rolled his eyes at his carefree attitude, Jonghyun leaned forward slightly and kissed him. The two closed their eyes for a brief second and they fluttered open when the car began to steer left.
They laughed - no one was there to hear them; it was all the same, the vast dry land cracking under the relentless sun and their tires, with them and their revving convertible being the only change - and then Kibum asked if they were going around in circles.
After a brief silence, Jonghyun chuckled. We'd hit water by then, he said, and plus, I don't care where we go. As long as it's us two together.
And Kibum laughed at his cheesy words and promptly smacked him on the arm.
The skies continued to stretch endlessly above them until, hour by hour, it turned to a darker shade of purple. The two decided that their adventure for the day would be over and fell asleep with their worlds in their arms.
i'd rather dance with you ; 6 5 4
Jinki frantically flipped through his planner as bodies brushed past him and endless chatter filled his ears, almost filling his own lungs as they spoke enough for him for an entire year, and when he missed the page that he had purposely marked, he began to panic. His fingers twitched, his eyes screwed shut, and his legs gave out onto a small armchair positioned far from the crowd. He sighed. The scene before him - teenagers, young adults partying with red cups and indistinguishable things being passed around, hand to hand or, if more daring, mouth to mouth - was altogether distasteful and why he decided to chaperone his cousin Jonghyun to the party was beyond him. Why he didn't fight back when the crowd grasped onto his arm and sucked him in was another puzzling story.
But as the excited atmosphere penetrated his skin with the thumping music that surged through his body and the heavy drinks that were spilled over and thrown away, Jinki refused to give in. He kept his mouth shut and his hands firmly gripped the shredded fabric of the chair. (Claw marks from long ago were seen when he tugged at the old fabric harder, and instantly his face lost its color when he came to the conclusion that this house had no cats.)
A figure then stood before him, without drinks, without rolled up paper, but simply with a serene smile on his face. Jinki looked up in hope and wanted to say something like, Can you believe this?, but the face, now that he had a better look, was too dazzling, too stunning, too pretty - for a man, or a woman - that within a second his words were whisked away and he was left dumbfounded.
The stranger extended a hand, the grin still plastered onto his face, as he mouthed the words above the roaring music, Would you like to dance?
Before he had time to think, Jinki nodded his head and got up to his feet. What was fear suddenly changed to pride and Jinki then wrapped his hand tighter around the other's and led the two of them back onto the dance floor, just a bit more spacious than the rest.
He was no dancer; he was awkward with his feet in public - or anything, for that matter - and never really enjoyed showing off skill. The stranger seemed to understand and toned his own dancing down a bit to simple swaying and clapping. Jinki laughed sheepishly.
And for some reason the music mellowed out and they began to swing on their own, laughing at the way their knees bent and feet slid in the goofy manner that was the dance. Jinki looked at the stranger through glittering eyes and asked, What's your name?
The stranger paused for a brief second in his step, thought for a moment as his face burned red, and replied with hesitance, I'd rather just dance with you than talk with you. He then turned on his heels and left the room, left the building, left the street. Jinki stared at the empty spot before him and blinked.
He felt a hand smack his back and a playful smiled filled his vision before he could respond. That's Taemin, Jonghyun said aloud but Jinki couldn't really read his lips. He's a rare one. Dances if he's interested, but once you show more, he's outta here. Jinki frowned in disappointment.
But don't worry, Jonghyun continued as his eyes sparkled. He seemed to really like you. The blond then pointed at the planner that was flipped open on the armchair, and Jinki stumbled through the crowd of people to reach it. He looked down at the blank paper and saw, scrawled in the margin a name, similar to the one he thought he saw Jonghyun say, and numbers. Jinki smiled. They'd have a chance to talk some other day.
toxic girl ; 7 4 8
With a wry smile, Jonghyun pulls down the covers of the large window and leans his forehead against the tough fabric. It's raining - too dreary; who would ever want to stare out into that? - and the streets are vacant with no one except two people lingering about under a black umbrella that kept them concealed. But Jonghyun knows who it is, of course he does. Not the tall, lanky man who sporadically looks about as if someone's on his tail and that this chance meeting would either save or lose his life. The other one who stood there, relaxed and ever calm, partially in the rain, partially protected by the man's arm that shakily snakes its way around his waist.
Before they set off, the man turns his head and stares out to the large window, as if knowing that his gaze would penetrate the glass pane and the tapestry. And Jonghyun feels it, because he knows that everyday, at this time in the night, he will turn around and look at him, sneer, almost laugh behind the hand that hides his mouth out of instinct, and because it's part of his mannerisms. He shivers at the thought.
Sighing, Jonghyun smooths the stiff covers out, distracting himself from the images flooding his mind. He had accidentally caught onto that stare one evening and was hooked ever since.
It wasn't as if they were complete strangers, no. If the night was calm and dying out after the buzzing afternoon, the bells would twinkle in the air before the door would shut close, and the man would be standing there, a simple smile on his lips. And of course, Jonghyun would attend to his needs - which weren't much; only a cup of coffee with a spoon of sugar - and they would talk. Every once in a while the man would cast a weary glance over his shoulder, out the window, and then Jonghyun would mumble monotonously, I'm sorry, but I have to close up now. Then the man would look at him with those eyes so obviously touched up with make up, yet not enough to mask their natural beauty, and then hurriedly whisper, Oh, sorry, I kept you waiting, didn't I? He would fumble with his things and leave the building with a silent goodbye.
But of course what would be waiting is another man that he had an appointment with, and Jonghyun would shrug it off. That's how their business went.
When he became so desperate for the man's attention is lost to him, but he knows that a few weeks after he had first stepped into his store, Jonghyun was intoxicated.
With the sun rising behind his back, Jonghyun unlocks the store and sits down at his chair, spins around once or twice before playing some music. He doesn't work at a cd store for nothing. Tugging sharply at the drawstring, he squints at the bright light that shines through. He silently sways along to the melodic beat until words begin to leave his mouth, and then his eyes close when a string of arpeggi fills the room. A smile plays at his lips.
The door opens and he sings, Good morning, to the customer. There's no reply, but the clattering of a bag fills his ears, disrupting the mellow flow, and Jonghyun cringes. He opens his eyes and looks at the lone figure standing before him in front of the counter and pales at the sight.
Good morning, the person chimes back, make up-less and radiating with only the sun shining down on him. Jonghyun's heart skips a beat, two, three. Do you mind? he asks. The blond only shakes his head and pats the stool next to his own, and they begin to sing together to some of the songs playing.
Are you busy tonight? and Jonghyun shakes his head. Was this? Could it? Perhaps?
I was wondering if you'd like to come with me and spend the night together.
Jonghyun wishes he had said that. The words that left his lips were, If not, I'd like it if you'd close up early. Staying unnecessarily late can only hurt you. And with a charming smile, the man stands up from his seat and saunters out of the building.
A hand slowly makes its way to his chest and bunches up the cloth of his shirt. He smirks to himself. Those poisonous words were so true. But he could never stop, anyway.
gold in the air of summer ; 4 0 9
The door opened and Jinki stood there, an uncertain smile wavering on his lips with the old suitcase held in hand. Minho was holding nothing but his keys and a wallet. They were ready.
I can't tell you, Minho had laughed when Jinki asked him a few days back just where they were going for their vacation. It has to be a surprise.
So Jinki simply kept his mouth shut as they approached the car, surpressing the need to pound the answer out of the taller boy. With a smile, Minho popped open the trunk and threw the suitcase carelessly into the back - Hey! it's fragile, Jinki exclaimed - before he led the flustered boy to the front seat. He opened the door and motioned for him to get in. Jinki rolled his eyes and childishly punched him on the arm.
They went on for hours alongside the houses and the trees, and soon rocky walls sprung up next to them as their trek continued. Jinki stuck his hand out the window, took in the refreshing breeze, salty and almost lukewarm, that hit his skin. Minho began to hum a tune as the radio crackled, and even though it was horrible, Jinki didn't mind. His own singing masked the off-tune, low voice.
Minho stopped in front of a run-down building and turned to look at Jinki through his shades. The other boy blinked in confusion, opening his mouth to voice his concern - and slight distaste, because the paint on the house was peeling, and the vines had managed to stretch their way across the front porch - before he saw that Minho was staring off blankly into the sky.
Let's go, he whispered, the rough voice barely audible on top of the waves that noisily lapped at the sandy shore. Jinki heaved himself out of the seat and grabbed his suitcase. Standing before the house, he closed his eyes and smiled.
This is it. Minho linked his fingers with Jinki's and squeezed. Maybe we should get to cleaning.
Jinki glanced at the boy who face held a serene look of bliss, and chuckled. I might need a knife. It's a friggin' jungle here. He skipped off and Minho watched after him, not being able to help but notice that the sun's rays simply illuminated the boy's hair, shoulders, knees. Like gold in the air of summer.
He ran after him with his keys jingling in his pocket.
i don't know what i can save you from ; 4 3 1
Kibum took a long sip from the mug and turned it in his hand, soaking in as much warmth as he could through his fingers. His face was dark, shrouded behind the mist that rose from his tea. He sighed and inhaled the steam. Jonghyun pulled out his chair and sat down to face him, his eyes dark and expression lacking energy. But the small drops that clung to Kibum's lashes made him take back any sour thoughts, and he cleared his throat.
"So."
The raven buried his head in his hands and began to mutter incoherencies through his fingers. Jonghyun struggled to decipher them but eventually gave up, slamming his hand down on the small coffee table.
"Speak louder."
Wearily he raised his eyes and knit his brows. Etched on his forehead were deep wrinkles that were never there, sullen cheeks that made him seem hollow from the inside out, lips that lost their luscious colorfrom years ago. Jonghyun closed his eyes and tried to think back that far.
He couldn't.
"I'm so sorry," Kibum began as tears dropped into his tea. He didn't seem to notice though, the salty drops, as he downed the drink, sip after sip. "I-- it's been so long, like what, three years? and I mean, what am I doing here?" Coughing into his arm like he always did, Kibum was silent for a few minutes and then continued, "Why do I do this, Jonghyun?"
Jonghyun grimly smiled at the torn boy in front of him. The rambling -- "I kept breaking his heart, kept breaking my own and-- oh god, Jonghyun, do you know how many cuts I have? I mean I would throw things at him, and" -- continued for minutes before he began to convulse in his seat. Jonghyun reached out and patted him gently on the head, the action suddenly seeming so familiar. The raven laughed ominously as he shook his head.
"You'd think I'd learn. I did this to you, to Jinki, and now I'm ruining Minho's life." His frame, much smaller, crooked, bent, shook as ragged breaths pushed their way through his lips. "What am I doing? Where did this all go wrong?"
A simple shrug, and Jonghyun replied, "I don't know, Kibum. I don't know what I can save you from."
His hand fell down to Kibum's trembling hands, and he clasped them tightly, leaned from his seat and kissed the wrapped fingers without much thought.
"Let me go make some more tea."
And he took the two mugs, and smiled when Kibum looked up with watery eyes and whispered, "Thank you." It suddenly wasn't a burden for him at 2:40 in the morning.
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m00bs , I'm expecting something better from you ♥ har har. I started this late last night and finished today. Sigh. I based the stories off of the lyrics and chose them on the meaning (..and how much I love them ha ha).
1. cayman islands ; it was my favorite song for idek how long, ha ha. it's about two lovers leaving for just a day to themselves on a bike they rented for a day. it seems to be in amsterdam, what with the canals that are mentioned in the lyrics. i decided to twist it a bit.
2. i'd rather dance with you ; another great song, about two people who meet and figure that they really have nothing to say to each other (haven't read a book in a while, haven't watched a movie that they liked) so they'd rather just dance with each other and spend the night that way.
3. toxic girl ; a song about a woman who is totally in love with her beauty and knows that others are as well. she loves others (kisses another one each night, but never you) and the other is left wishing for a chance with her. kibum fit that girl, imo ha ha
4. gold in the air of summer ; a beautiful song about a man surprising his lover with a house that his friend had owned once. it's old, near the sea, and it's basically like a getaway song for the two of them (she left without much worry with him, even though he never told her where)
5. i don't know what i can save you from ; a song where there's no real romantic relationship anymore. it's implied, but it's more of a comfort song, where the guy sees this person who walks back into his life three years after they've last seen each other, asks for his help (but he has no idea what's really happening) and tries to help, even though he doesn't know what he could save her from.
so yeah, you should all take a listen because these songs (and all their other ones) are simply beautiful. i hope you enjoyed ♥
Author: salted_taiyaki
Pairing(s): Jonghyun x Key, Onew x Minho, Onew x Taemin, hinted Key x Minho
Genre: Romance, drama, fluff
Rating: range from PG to P-13
Disclaimer: Shinee members aren't mine; all songs belong to King of Convenience.
Summary: in which five boys venture off into a world of mazes and endless waterways, and still manage to find their ways back, together.
a/n: I actually have another idea that will feature all five of them (I hate odd numbers so much) but because of m00bs ... I am now writing drabbles based on KoC's songs ♥ yes. Take a listen while you read! I might write more drabbles based on specific artists titled "a mix tape" so yeah... look forward to them? ha ha.
cayman islands ; 3 7 8
Kibum looked up at the sky that stretched so grandly before him. With the hood opened completely and the wind rushing past his ears, he felt like he was simply flying like the geese were, not too far off in their typical triangular formation. A small smile played at his lips as he dragged in a fresh breath of air, and he held it in until he felt slaps on his leg that were either telling him to exhale or sit back down before the police caught them. He laughed explosively and slipped back down.
The scenery was almost the same for miles and miles on. It was the country road, who could expect more? Jonghyun smiled as his hair whipped him in the face playfully, and when grit and dust floated into the car, he made a ruckus by swinging one free arm back and forth. Kibum began to yell at him and told him to put his arm down, that too much movement would make them crash, and the car was a one-day rental only. (They both knew that they wouldn't be back in time, but it was that excitement that fueled their actions.)
Jonghyun only smiled back stupidly, the little creases around his eyes growing in time. As Kibum rolled his eyes at his carefree attitude, Jonghyun leaned forward slightly and kissed him. The two closed their eyes for a brief second and they fluttered open when the car began to steer left.
They laughed - no one was there to hear them; it was all the same, the vast dry land cracking under the relentless sun and their tires, with them and their revving convertible being the only change - and then Kibum asked if they were going around in circles.
After a brief silence, Jonghyun chuckled. We'd hit water by then, he said, and plus, I don't care where we go. As long as it's us two together.
And Kibum laughed at his cheesy words and promptly smacked him on the arm.
The skies continued to stretch endlessly above them until, hour by hour, it turned to a darker shade of purple. The two decided that their adventure for the day would be over and fell asleep with their worlds in their arms.
i'd rather dance with you ; 6 5 4
Jinki frantically flipped through his planner as bodies brushed past him and endless chatter filled his ears, almost filling his own lungs as they spoke enough for him for an entire year, and when he missed the page that he had purposely marked, he began to panic. His fingers twitched, his eyes screwed shut, and his legs gave out onto a small armchair positioned far from the crowd. He sighed. The scene before him - teenagers, young adults partying with red cups and indistinguishable things being passed around, hand to hand or, if more daring, mouth to mouth - was altogether distasteful and why he decided to chaperone his cousin Jonghyun to the party was beyond him. Why he didn't fight back when the crowd grasped onto his arm and sucked him in was another puzzling story.
But as the excited atmosphere penetrated his skin with the thumping music that surged through his body and the heavy drinks that were spilled over and thrown away, Jinki refused to give in. He kept his mouth shut and his hands firmly gripped the shredded fabric of the chair. (Claw marks from long ago were seen when he tugged at the old fabric harder, and instantly his face lost its color when he came to the conclusion that this house had no cats.)
A figure then stood before him, without drinks, without rolled up paper, but simply with a serene smile on his face. Jinki looked up in hope and wanted to say something like, Can you believe this?, but the face, now that he had a better look, was too dazzling, too stunning, too pretty - for a man, or a woman - that within a second his words were whisked away and he was left dumbfounded.
The stranger extended a hand, the grin still plastered onto his face, as he mouthed the words above the roaring music, Would you like to dance?
Before he had time to think, Jinki nodded his head and got up to his feet. What was fear suddenly changed to pride and Jinki then wrapped his hand tighter around the other's and led the two of them back onto the dance floor, just a bit more spacious than the rest.
He was no dancer; he was awkward with his feet in public - or anything, for that matter - and never really enjoyed showing off skill. The stranger seemed to understand and toned his own dancing down a bit to simple swaying and clapping. Jinki laughed sheepishly.
And for some reason the music mellowed out and they began to swing on their own, laughing at the way their knees bent and feet slid in the goofy manner that was the dance. Jinki looked at the stranger through glittering eyes and asked, What's your name?
The stranger paused for a brief second in his step, thought for a moment as his face burned red, and replied with hesitance, I'd rather just dance with you than talk with you. He then turned on his heels and left the room, left the building, left the street. Jinki stared at the empty spot before him and blinked.
He felt a hand smack his back and a playful smiled filled his vision before he could respond. That's Taemin, Jonghyun said aloud but Jinki couldn't really read his lips. He's a rare one. Dances if he's interested, but once you show more, he's outta here. Jinki frowned in disappointment.
But don't worry, Jonghyun continued as his eyes sparkled. He seemed to really like you. The blond then pointed at the planner that was flipped open on the armchair, and Jinki stumbled through the crowd of people to reach it. He looked down at the blank paper and saw, scrawled in the margin a name, similar to the one he thought he saw Jonghyun say, and numbers. Jinki smiled. They'd have a chance to talk some other day.
toxic girl ; 7 4 8
With a wry smile, Jonghyun pulls down the covers of the large window and leans his forehead against the tough fabric. It's raining - too dreary; who would ever want to stare out into that? - and the streets are vacant with no one except two people lingering about under a black umbrella that kept them concealed. But Jonghyun knows who it is, of course he does. Not the tall, lanky man who sporadically looks about as if someone's on his tail and that this chance meeting would either save or lose his life. The other one who stood there, relaxed and ever calm, partially in the rain, partially protected by the man's arm that shakily snakes its way around his waist.
Before they set off, the man turns his head and stares out to the large window, as if knowing that his gaze would penetrate the glass pane and the tapestry. And Jonghyun feels it, because he knows that everyday, at this time in the night, he will turn around and look at him, sneer, almost laugh behind the hand that hides his mouth out of instinct, and because it's part of his mannerisms. He shivers at the thought.
Sighing, Jonghyun smooths the stiff covers out, distracting himself from the images flooding his mind. He had accidentally caught onto that stare one evening and was hooked ever since.
It wasn't as if they were complete strangers, no. If the night was calm and dying out after the buzzing afternoon, the bells would twinkle in the air before the door would shut close, and the man would be standing there, a simple smile on his lips. And of course, Jonghyun would attend to his needs - which weren't much; only a cup of coffee with a spoon of sugar - and they would talk. Every once in a while the man would cast a weary glance over his shoulder, out the window, and then Jonghyun would mumble monotonously, I'm sorry, but I have to close up now. Then the man would look at him with those eyes so obviously touched up with make up, yet not enough to mask their natural beauty, and then hurriedly whisper, Oh, sorry, I kept you waiting, didn't I? He would fumble with his things and leave the building with a silent goodbye.
But of course what would be waiting is another man that he had an appointment with, and Jonghyun would shrug it off. That's how their business went.
When he became so desperate for the man's attention is lost to him, but he knows that a few weeks after he had first stepped into his store, Jonghyun was intoxicated.
With the sun rising behind his back, Jonghyun unlocks the store and sits down at his chair, spins around once or twice before playing some music. He doesn't work at a cd store for nothing. Tugging sharply at the drawstring, he squints at the bright light that shines through. He silently sways along to the melodic beat until words begin to leave his mouth, and then his eyes close when a string of arpeggi fills the room. A smile plays at his lips.
The door opens and he sings, Good morning, to the customer. There's no reply, but the clattering of a bag fills his ears, disrupting the mellow flow, and Jonghyun cringes. He opens his eyes and looks at the lone figure standing before him in front of the counter and pales at the sight.
Good morning, the person chimes back, make up-less and radiating with only the sun shining down on him. Jonghyun's heart skips a beat, two, three. Do you mind? he asks. The blond only shakes his head and pats the stool next to his own, and they begin to sing together to some of the songs playing.
Are you busy tonight? and Jonghyun shakes his head. Was this? Could it? Perhaps?
I was wondering if you'd like to come with me and spend the night together.
Jonghyun wishes he had said that. The words that left his lips were, If not, I'd like it if you'd close up early. Staying unnecessarily late can only hurt you. And with a charming smile, the man stands up from his seat and saunters out of the building.
A hand slowly makes its way to his chest and bunches up the cloth of his shirt. He smirks to himself. Those poisonous words were so true. But he could never stop, anyway.
gold in the air of summer ; 4 0 9
The door opened and Jinki stood there, an uncertain smile wavering on his lips with the old suitcase held in hand. Minho was holding nothing but his keys and a wallet. They were ready.
I can't tell you, Minho had laughed when Jinki asked him a few days back just where they were going for their vacation. It has to be a surprise.
So Jinki simply kept his mouth shut as they approached the car, surpressing the need to pound the answer out of the taller boy. With a smile, Minho popped open the trunk and threw the suitcase carelessly into the back - Hey! it's fragile, Jinki exclaimed - before he led the flustered boy to the front seat. He opened the door and motioned for him to get in. Jinki rolled his eyes and childishly punched him on the arm.
They went on for hours alongside the houses and the trees, and soon rocky walls sprung up next to them as their trek continued. Jinki stuck his hand out the window, took in the refreshing breeze, salty and almost lukewarm, that hit his skin. Minho began to hum a tune as the radio crackled, and even though it was horrible, Jinki didn't mind. His own singing masked the off-tune, low voice.
Minho stopped in front of a run-down building and turned to look at Jinki through his shades. The other boy blinked in confusion, opening his mouth to voice his concern - and slight distaste, because the paint on the house was peeling, and the vines had managed to stretch their way across the front porch - before he saw that Minho was staring off blankly into the sky.
Let's go, he whispered, the rough voice barely audible on top of the waves that noisily lapped at the sandy shore. Jinki heaved himself out of the seat and grabbed his suitcase. Standing before the house, he closed his eyes and smiled.
This is it. Minho linked his fingers with Jinki's and squeezed. Maybe we should get to cleaning.
Jinki glanced at the boy who face held a serene look of bliss, and chuckled. I might need a knife. It's a friggin' jungle here. He skipped off and Minho watched after him, not being able to help but notice that the sun's rays simply illuminated the boy's hair, shoulders, knees. Like gold in the air of summer.
He ran after him with his keys jingling in his pocket.
i don't know what i can save you from ; 4 3 1
Kibum took a long sip from the mug and turned it in his hand, soaking in as much warmth as he could through his fingers. His face was dark, shrouded behind the mist that rose from his tea. He sighed and inhaled the steam. Jonghyun pulled out his chair and sat down to face him, his eyes dark and expression lacking energy. But the small drops that clung to Kibum's lashes made him take back any sour thoughts, and he cleared his throat.
"So."
The raven buried his head in his hands and began to mutter incoherencies through his fingers. Jonghyun struggled to decipher them but eventually gave up, slamming his hand down on the small coffee table.
"Speak louder."
Wearily he raised his eyes and knit his brows. Etched on his forehead were deep wrinkles that were never there, sullen cheeks that made him seem hollow from the inside out, lips that lost their luscious colorfrom years ago. Jonghyun closed his eyes and tried to think back that far.
He couldn't.
"I'm so sorry," Kibum began as tears dropped into his tea. He didn't seem to notice though, the salty drops, as he downed the drink, sip after sip. "I-- it's been so long, like what, three years? and I mean, what am I doing here?" Coughing into his arm like he always did, Kibum was silent for a few minutes and then continued, "Why do I do this, Jonghyun?"
Jonghyun grimly smiled at the torn boy in front of him. The rambling -- "I kept breaking his heart, kept breaking my own and-- oh god, Jonghyun, do you know how many cuts I have? I mean I would throw things at him, and" -- continued for minutes before he began to convulse in his seat. Jonghyun reached out and patted him gently on the head, the action suddenly seeming so familiar. The raven laughed ominously as he shook his head.
"You'd think I'd learn. I did this to you, to Jinki, and now I'm ruining Minho's life." His frame, much smaller, crooked, bent, shook as ragged breaths pushed their way through his lips. "What am I doing? Where did this all go wrong?"
A simple shrug, and Jonghyun replied, "I don't know, Kibum. I don't know what I can save you from."
His hand fell down to Kibum's trembling hands, and he clasped them tightly, leaned from his seat and kissed the wrapped fingers without much thought.
"Let me go make some more tea."
And he took the two mugs, and smiled when Kibum looked up with watery eyes and whispered, "Thank you." It suddenly wasn't a burden for him at 2:40 in the morning.
--
m00bs , I'm expecting something better from you ♥ har har. I started this late last night and finished today. Sigh. I based the stories off of the lyrics and chose them on the meaning (..and how much I love them ha ha).
1. cayman islands ; it was my favorite song for idek how long, ha ha. it's about two lovers leaving for just a day to themselves on a bike they rented for a day. it seems to be in amsterdam, what with the canals that are mentioned in the lyrics. i decided to twist it a bit.
2. i'd rather dance with you ; another great song, about two people who meet and figure that they really have nothing to say to each other (haven't read a book in a while, haven't watched a movie that they liked) so they'd rather just dance with each other and spend the night that way.
3. toxic girl ; a song about a woman who is totally in love with her beauty and knows that others are as well. she loves others (kisses another one each night, but never you) and the other is left wishing for a chance with her. kibum fit that girl, imo ha ha
4. gold in the air of summer ; a beautiful song about a man surprising his lover with a house that his friend had owned once. it's old, near the sea, and it's basically like a getaway song for the two of them (she left without much worry with him, even though he never told her where)
5. i don't know what i can save you from ; a song where there's no real romantic relationship anymore. it's implied, but it's more of a comfort song, where the guy sees this person who walks back into his life three years after they've last seen each other, asks for his help (but he has no idea what's really happening) and tries to help, even though he doesn't know what he could save her from.
so yeah, you should all take a listen because these songs (and all their other ones) are simply beautiful. i hope you enjoyed ♥