summer child
jonghyun/key, pg-13 (mild swearing), ~600 words
i'm not sure why i wrote this, it's short and cheezy and i will hate myself for writing this one day, but i was just really bored and i miss jongkey and i'm slightly full of crap, haha. written for shawol_haven challenge twenty-one. this is mostly just rambling to be honest.
"In the depth of winter, I finally learned that within me there lay an invincible summer."
-Albert Camus
Jonghyun loves winter.
Well, he hates the cold - the cold, the bitterness, the darkness, and the tense, tired atmosphere it gives. He hates that he can’t feel his fingers or his nose or his toes. He hates that he doesn’t feel like getting up when he sees how dim it is behind his window. He hates the feeling of not wanting to take a bath because it's just so cold but his hair is starting to feel oily so he has to heat up some water.
He hates that every time he steps out of his house, his new boots meet sludge and snow mixed with other crap he doesn't know, and would rather not know. He hates that he can’t go to his favorite neighborhood basketball court because no one wants to clean it up. He hates that his dad’s car won’t start up because the engine’s stuffed with dirty icicles and the nearest convenience store doesn’t sell Choco Pies.
It isn’t his favorite, but he loves winter. It gives him an excuse to call Kibum, asking him if he wanted to come over since they were only a few streets away from each other - a walkable distance in the snow - and since they were both bored with school cancelled and everything.
He sat up and ran to the railing of the staircase as he heard his doorbell ring, shouting, “Come in! It’s just Kibum, ma!” so that his mom didn’t need to open up - Kibum knew where the spare key was.
He listened as he heard the door click, realizing his hands were cold and clammy. (Kibum was the only one who could make him sweat during winter.)
He watched Kibum’s head pop out from behind his front door, his hair a bit blonde, dark roots showing on his scalp. Despite the faded yellow dye of his hair, Kibum was still bright as the sun, with his shining smile and basically glowing aura.
He watched Kibum climb the stairs, reminding him of his favorite season. The brightness he emitted, the happy shade of his new sweater, the Wii remote he held in his right hand so they could play (something they did far too much a few months back as an excuse to stay in an air conditioned room).
Kibum was summer in teenage boy form, he was sure.
“You brought ice cream?” Jonghyun raised his eyebrows as he eyed the swelling plastic bag that Kibum was holding.
Kibum shrugged and fished two spoons from inside the bag. “Why not, it won’t melt in this weather.”
Jonghyun couldn’t help but smile, and Kibum beamed back at him - at that moment, Jonghyun swore he was the child of the sun. He nodded towards his door and headed towards his room.
As soon as they entered, the lights sparked and went out, and they were hit by a wave of cold.
“Fuck,” Jonghyun kicked where he thought his room heater was. “Wow, no way. This can’t happen. I hate winter.”
He turned to Kibum, whose expression was unreadable and calm as he set the plastic bag on Jonghyun’s desk. He proceeded to jump on his bed and curl up under the covers.
Jonghyun blinked at him and sighed, sitting on the tiny part of the small mattress that Kibum wasn’t occupying. “What do we do now?” he asked. Kibum replied by pulling him down into a lying position.
Jonghyun felt Kibum’s arms wrap around his shoulders, and felt Kibum’s breath against his neck as he leaned back. The warmth reminded him of the heat of the pavement in June, when he and Kibum would sit down after a morning at Minho’s pool and talk as the noontime sun burnt their skin.
He thought that maybe, he just really hated winter time. He just liked it because Kibum was always there making it feel like the summer time - the sunniest, happiest time of the year.
(But really, if time with Kibum was a season, that would be Jonghyun’s favorite.)
i'm not sure why i wrote this, it's short and cheezy and i will hate myself for writing this one day, but i was just really bored and i miss jongkey and i'm slightly full of crap, haha. written for shawol_haven challenge twenty-one. this is mostly just rambling to be honest.
"In the depth of winter, I finally learned that within me there lay an invincible summer."
-Albert Camus
Jonghyun loves winter.
Well, he hates the cold - the cold, the bitterness, the darkness, and the tense, tired atmosphere it gives. He hates that he can’t feel his fingers or his nose or his toes. He hates that he doesn’t feel like getting up when he sees how dim it is behind his window. He hates the feeling of not wanting to take a bath because it's just so cold but his hair is starting to feel oily so he has to heat up some water.
He hates that every time he steps out of his house, his new boots meet sludge and snow mixed with other crap he doesn't know, and would rather not know. He hates that he can’t go to his favorite neighborhood basketball court because no one wants to clean it up. He hates that his dad’s car won’t start up because the engine’s stuffed with dirty icicles and the nearest convenience store doesn’t sell Choco Pies.
It isn’t his favorite, but he loves winter. It gives him an excuse to call Kibum, asking him if he wanted to come over since they were only a few streets away from each other - a walkable distance in the snow - and since they were both bored with school cancelled and everything.
He sat up and ran to the railing of the staircase as he heard his doorbell ring, shouting, “Come in! It’s just Kibum, ma!” so that his mom didn’t need to open up - Kibum knew where the spare key was.
He listened as he heard the door click, realizing his hands were cold and clammy. (Kibum was the only one who could make him sweat during winter.)
He watched Kibum’s head pop out from behind his front door, his hair a bit blonde, dark roots showing on his scalp. Despite the faded yellow dye of his hair, Kibum was still bright as the sun, with his shining smile and basically glowing aura.
He watched Kibum climb the stairs, reminding him of his favorite season. The brightness he emitted, the happy shade of his new sweater, the Wii remote he held in his right hand so they could play (something they did far too much a few months back as an excuse to stay in an air conditioned room).
Kibum was summer in teenage boy form, he was sure.
“You brought ice cream?” Jonghyun raised his eyebrows as he eyed the swelling plastic bag that Kibum was holding.
Kibum shrugged and fished two spoons from inside the bag. “Why not, it won’t melt in this weather.”
Jonghyun couldn’t help but smile, and Kibum beamed back at him - at that moment, Jonghyun swore he was the child of the sun. He nodded towards his door and headed towards his room.
As soon as they entered, the lights sparked and went out, and they were hit by a wave of cold.
“Fuck,” Jonghyun kicked where he thought his room heater was. “Wow, no way. This can’t happen. I hate winter.”
He turned to Kibum, whose expression was unreadable and calm as he set the plastic bag on Jonghyun’s desk. He proceeded to jump on his bed and curl up under the covers.
Jonghyun blinked at him and sighed, sitting on the tiny part of the small mattress that Kibum wasn’t occupying. “What do we do now?” he asked. Kibum replied by pulling him down into a lying position.
Jonghyun felt Kibum’s arms wrap around his shoulders, and felt Kibum’s breath against his neck as he leaned back. The warmth reminded him of the heat of the pavement in June, when he and Kibum would sit down after a morning at Minho’s pool and talk as the noontime sun burnt their skin.
He thought that maybe, he just really hated winter time. He just liked it because Kibum was always there making it feel like the summer time - the sunniest, happiest time of the year.
(But really, if time with Kibum was a season, that would be Jonghyun’s favorite.)