No Excuses (OnKey)
Title: No Excuses
Author: a_life_defiant
Pairing: OnKey (Onew/Key)
Rating: R for strong violence.
Summary: Onew is angry and Key is on the receiving end of the abuse.
A/N: I'm pissed therefore I decided to make Onew angry and violent. Key is the poor little scapegoat here because he' s the one that most closely resembles the thing that I want to kill ATM. (also this is un-beta'd.)
Key was cleaning in the kitchen. Jonghyun, Minho, and Taemin had all gone out to get ice cream because the diva hadn’t felt like making dessert. Onew had stayed behind, and Key kept catching weird vibes from him. It wasn’t the first time that the leader’s demeanor had changed drastically and left Key feeling uncomfortable. Several times the older boy had lashed out at him in private over frivolous things. He never said a word about any of the occurrences. He always just assumed that Onew was feeling too much pressure and needed to vent on someone. Truth be told, he’d rather take the brunt of the leader’s fury. He couldn’t stand the thought of any of the other boys being subjected to his hateful words.
Key finished drying the dishes and was putting them away when he sensed the older boy come up behind him. He took a deep breath; hoping tonight would be different.
And it would be different, just not in the way he’d wished for.
“You missed several steps today in practice, Kibum.” Onew’s voice was icy; malice curving around each syllable.
The diva turned around to face the singer. “I know. My leg injury was acting up. It will be better next ti-”
The sound of Onew’s hand slapping against his face muted the rest of his response. Key felt the sting blooming over his cheek. Did that really just happen? He lifted his hand and felt the throbbing flesh under his fingertips. Yes. Yes it did. He looked into his leader’s face, completely stunned. What he saw reflected in Onew’s eyes scared him in ways he never thought possible from the usually soft-spoken boy.
Rage. Firey, terrifying, rage was burning in his nearly black orbs.
“Don’t give me excuses.” Now the leader’s tone was acidic, making Key wince at the sound.
“I- I w-wasn’t.” Key stuttered out. “It-t will be b-better tomor-”
Onew’s fist came flying through the air and connected with a sickening thud against Key’s jaw. He stumbled backward, knocking over the remaining plates on the counter. Onew drew his arm back and swung again, hitting the diva in the same spot with stunning accuracy. Key’s legs buckled and he fell to the floor. He tasted copper against his tongue and then he felt a sharp blow to his stomach.
“I. SAID. NO. EXCUSES.” Onew growled, punctuating his words with several kicks to the diva’s abdomen.
Tears were streaming down Key’s face as the assault finally stopped. Key’s head was swimming and he felt sick to his stomach. It felt like all the air had been sucked out of his body and he was struggling to find oxygen. He heard the older boy’s retreating footsteps, the blood pounding in his ears muting them slightly.
“And don’t forget to clean that shit up.” The leader called coldly over his shoulder.
Key sat up against the cupboards and tried to regain his composure. His entire frame was trembling and his breath was labored; going in and out shakily. After a minute he got up on wobbly legs and began to clean up the broken plates. He swept the area twice, not wanting to miss any debris and risk setting the elder boy off again. He noted a few droplets of blood that had fallen on the floor and quickly scrubbed the crimson off the linoleum. After he was sure that the floor was spotless, he walked slowly to the bathroom. Onew sat on the couch and took no note of any of his movements.
Once inside the bathroom he locked the door behind him and fell to the ground; sobs wracking his body. He felt the stabbing twinges in his stomach and the sharp ache in his jaw. How could Onew do something like this to him? Onew who has trouble tying his shoes properly without falling over. Onew who makes Donald Duck noises and trips on thin air. How???
Key laid down on the cold tile and cried until he felt dehydrated. He felt scared, dirty, and most of all confused.
He heard the laughter of the other three boys and realized that they had arrived back from their trip. He didn’t know how long he’d been in the bathroom, but he figured it must have been at least 20 minutes. He heard a soft knock at the door followed by an even softer voice.
“Kibum, let me in.” Onew called from outside. His voice was now gentle and almost…sad.
Key got up slowly, wincing when he moved a little too fast for his abused body’s liking, and opened the door. Onew came in and shut the door behind him, looking at Key with eerily kind eyes.
“The boys are back. They brought us ice cream and they got you your favorite, Raspberry chocolate-chip.”
Onew moved closer and wiped away some of the moisture from Key’s face. The diva recoiled at the contact, but the older boy didn’t appear to notice. He just kept running gentle thumbs across the diva’s face.
“Won’t you come out and join us? I’m sure the cold will help with the swelling.” He added thoughtfully as he trailed a finger along Key’s jaw.
The younger boy just nodded mutely. He wanted Onew to stop touching him and leave, so he decided to give whatever response he thought the older boy wanted to hear.
“Good. I’ll tell them you’ll be out in a minute.” With that, the leader left a very confused Key alone in the bathroom.
He turned around and faced the mirror, eyes roaming over the bruise that was forming on his flawless skin. He didn’t even bother to lift up his shirt to survey the damage there; he already knew that it probably looked awful. With uneasy hands he searched around in the cabinets for concealer to camouflage the discoloration that was taking over his face.
It was an umma’s job to protect his children; the other’s didn’t need to know that their leader was capable of such things.
End.
Author: a_life_defiant
Pairing: OnKey (Onew/Key)
Rating: R for strong violence.
Summary: Onew is angry and Key is on the receiving end of the abuse.
A/N: I'm pissed therefore I decided to make Onew angry and violent. Key is the poor little scapegoat here because he' s the one that most closely resembles the thing that I want to kill ATM. (also this is un-beta'd.)
Key was cleaning in the kitchen. Jonghyun, Minho, and Taemin had all gone out to get ice cream because the diva hadn’t felt like making dessert. Onew had stayed behind, and Key kept catching weird vibes from him. It wasn’t the first time that the leader’s demeanor had changed drastically and left Key feeling uncomfortable. Several times the older boy had lashed out at him in private over frivolous things. He never said a word about any of the occurrences. He always just assumed that Onew was feeling too much pressure and needed to vent on someone. Truth be told, he’d rather take the brunt of the leader’s fury. He couldn’t stand the thought of any of the other boys being subjected to his hateful words.
Key finished drying the dishes and was putting them away when he sensed the older boy come up behind him. He took a deep breath; hoping tonight would be different.
And it would be different, just not in the way he’d wished for.
“You missed several steps today in practice, Kibum.” Onew’s voice was icy; malice curving around each syllable.
The diva turned around to face the singer. “I know. My leg injury was acting up. It will be better next ti-”
The sound of Onew’s hand slapping against his face muted the rest of his response. Key felt the sting blooming over his cheek. Did that really just happen? He lifted his hand and felt the throbbing flesh under his fingertips. Yes. Yes it did. He looked into his leader’s face, completely stunned. What he saw reflected in Onew’s eyes scared him in ways he never thought possible from the usually soft-spoken boy.
Rage. Firey, terrifying, rage was burning in his nearly black orbs.
“Don’t give me excuses.” Now the leader’s tone was acidic, making Key wince at the sound.
“I- I w-wasn’t.” Key stuttered out. “It-t will be b-better tomor-”
Onew’s fist came flying through the air and connected with a sickening thud against Key’s jaw. He stumbled backward, knocking over the remaining plates on the counter. Onew drew his arm back and swung again, hitting the diva in the same spot with stunning accuracy. Key’s legs buckled and he fell to the floor. He tasted copper against his tongue and then he felt a sharp blow to his stomach.
“I. SAID. NO. EXCUSES.” Onew growled, punctuating his words with several kicks to the diva’s abdomen.
Tears were streaming down Key’s face as the assault finally stopped. Key’s head was swimming and he felt sick to his stomach. It felt like all the air had been sucked out of his body and he was struggling to find oxygen. He heard the older boy’s retreating footsteps, the blood pounding in his ears muting them slightly.
“And don’t forget to clean that shit up.” The leader called coldly over his shoulder.
Key sat up against the cupboards and tried to regain his composure. His entire frame was trembling and his breath was labored; going in and out shakily. After a minute he got up on wobbly legs and began to clean up the broken plates. He swept the area twice, not wanting to miss any debris and risk setting the elder boy off again. He noted a few droplets of blood that had fallen on the floor and quickly scrubbed the crimson off the linoleum. After he was sure that the floor was spotless, he walked slowly to the bathroom. Onew sat on the couch and took no note of any of his movements.
Once inside the bathroom he locked the door behind him and fell to the ground; sobs wracking his body. He felt the stabbing twinges in his stomach and the sharp ache in his jaw. How could Onew do something like this to him? Onew who has trouble tying his shoes properly without falling over. Onew who makes Donald Duck noises and trips on thin air. How???
Key laid down on the cold tile and cried until he felt dehydrated. He felt scared, dirty, and most of all confused.
He heard the laughter of the other three boys and realized that they had arrived back from their trip. He didn’t know how long he’d been in the bathroom, but he figured it must have been at least 20 minutes. He heard a soft knock at the door followed by an even softer voice.
“Kibum, let me in.” Onew called from outside. His voice was now gentle and almost…sad.
Key got up slowly, wincing when he moved a little too fast for his abused body’s liking, and opened the door. Onew came in and shut the door behind him, looking at Key with eerily kind eyes.
“The boys are back. They brought us ice cream and they got you your favorite, Raspberry chocolate-chip.”
Onew moved closer and wiped away some of the moisture from Key’s face. The diva recoiled at the contact, but the older boy didn’t appear to notice. He just kept running gentle thumbs across the diva’s face.
“Won’t you come out and join us? I’m sure the cold will help with the swelling.” He added thoughtfully as he trailed a finger along Key’s jaw.
The younger boy just nodded mutely. He wanted Onew to stop touching him and leave, so he decided to give whatever response he thought the older boy wanted to hear.
“Good. I’ll tell them you’ll be out in a minute.” With that, the leader left a very confused Key alone in the bathroom.
He turned around and faced the mirror, eyes roaming over the bruise that was forming on his flawless skin. He didn’t even bother to lift up his shirt to survey the damage there; he already knew that it probably looked awful. With uneasy hands he searched around in the cabinets for concealer to camouflage the discoloration that was taking over his face.
It was an umma’s job to protect his children; the other’s didn’t need to know that their leader was capable of such things.
End.