Jonghyun/Key pt 2
part 1 here
mad world
by quellazaire
He knows he's crazy so he doesn't understand why he's placed in the ward; isn't the biggest sympton rejecting your madness?
"I don't understand why I am here." he says in Group. There are several other people around the circle, including this new boy named Taemin who is quiet, with a quirky smile, like he is always always up to something. They will soon find out he is.
morally bankrupt
by bullwolf
Jonghyun thinks that if they weren't top sensational pop singers, he and Kibum would have been the kind of friends that stand on highway overpasses and spit on oncoming cars.
moving out
by heehe
It always smells like cherry in the bathroom. Kibum thinks it’s because of the amount of soap he uses. Maybe it’ll smell like something else soon, peach maybe, mango, he doesn’t know. He notices the broken tile beneath the sink, cracked diagonally across.
Sighing, he clasps his toothbrush box, scanning the sink one last time.
must be this tall to ride
by agapic
Kim Jonghyun has been told that he is the shit.
He’s been told this and he’s started to believe it too, because really, who else has scored so much ass during two years of college? He pretty much has his pick of girls-or boys-whenever he wants, however he wants, and wherever he wants. What’s not completely awesome about that?
Grades? Classes? Not when there’s partying to be done.
my sweetest downfall
by sunqyeol
Jinki and Minho take the news without much ruckus. Jinki smiles over the phone and Minho frowns into his webcam but they swallow back their thoughts, because Kibum never did listen to them, not ever. It's resulted in Minho breaking his ankle in the fifth grade and has gotten Jinki in trouble with his parents, and Kibum has never regretted because Minho, we managed to get that kite back, didn't we? And Jinki, you have to learn to live every once in a while. Kibum's always made sudden, brash decisions, but they both know that they're never meaningless; that kite was a present to Minho from his older brother, after all. That party was where Jinki got Sunyoung's number, and they're going to be married next spring.
never so easy
by boyfolk
One day, they are like they always have been, friendly and sometimes too friendly, always a little touch-and-go, and the next day Key can’t even stand to be next to Jonghyun.
never too far away
by phantomizedacid
Amidst all the commotion of stardom, there are these sudden moments when Kibum feels absolute loneliness. He looks around him and he feels detached from every one, from reality. Kibum thinks that if he were to disappear, fade away right then and there, no one would notice. No one would mourn the loss of Kim Kibum.
newborn, sequel
by mei_zi
Kibum finally found him after one whole year of him missing from his life, initially gone without leaving a single trace behind. Kibum didn’t understand why Jonghyun looked so different from when he had last saw him, confused as to how much a person could have changed over a short year. He couldn’t find a way to put it into words, but the person that stood before him now seemed like a far cry from the Jonghyun he used to know.
nexus, part 2
by quellazaire
"I can't believe this," Kibum was saying, face flustered and arms crossed. "No. I refuse to believe this."
"But-"
"No buts!" he snapped. "What were you thinking?"
"It's just."
"He's obviously not thinking," Jonghyun joined in, sending a unforgiving grin at Jinki.
"Obviously."
oasis
by cloudquake
It’s been exactly 74 days since Jonghyun died. After he killed himself he got a job at the local copy shop, and moved into a studio apartment with peeling wallpaper and a broken faucet. It’s not what he expected. He’s always been an atheist, so you could say that he expected nothing. The last thing on his mind was a place like this, just like where he came from but a little bit worse. It almost makes him regret it in the first place, but then, he muses to himself, that’s probably the point...
of all the mistakes in history, 2 3 4
by style180
When Key’s consciousness finally drifts back to him (at least halfway) the first thing he notices is not the fact it’s a battle to open his eyes but that he’s staring at his bed from the other side of the room (when he finally does manage to win). Other things kick in and Key knows now that his mouth officially tastes like a dumpster, but there’s something distinguishable mingled in there -- alcohol. And… Holy shit.
on unstable ground
by x_saru_x
"Couldn't find any store open, I had to walk five blocks, can you imagine that?" is all Jonghyun gets to say, mouth numb and cheeks cold, before his hands linger on the door and his eyes lock on Kibum. He frowns.
one way or another (but probably the other)
by boyfolk
“It would be so easy, wouldn’t it,” Key says (and it’s not even a question anymore), touching the spot on his cheek Jonghyun had just kissed loudly, sloppily, jokingly.
paradisiacal
by thundersquall
The first time it happened, Jonghyun was seated at the mess table, head bowed in the middle of saying grace, when he felt a warm pressure on his thigh, and looked up just enough to see Kibum shooting a look at him from under lowered lashes. The look plainly said shut up if you don't want problems, and so Jonghyun, used to Kibum's random quirks, closed his eyes again and groped for Kibum's hand on his leg, thinking that it was all Kibum wanted, to hold on to someone while praying.
paradise lost
by 19_blue_roses
Jonghyun removes the paper from the wood and presses the earring into his palm, the point of it poking into his skin, and looks out toward the ocean, where the sun is lighting it just the lightest shade of coral. He thinks he knows why Key didn’t swim back out to sea the night the hurricane swept him in.
parallel
by i_am_stupid09
Jonghyun was like the sun in Kibum’s eyes, while Minho was like one of the stars that can only watch over Kibum from a far, far distance."
peculiar genies
by mei_zi
It was the best idea to have ever occurred to Kibum, and the craziest yet. He imagined it to be the perfect birthday gift, and maybe Jonghyun would even fall in love with me, he thought, laughing to himself as he carefully folded his first paper crane; sea blue in colour to match the older boy’s favourite hue.
He always knew about Jonghyun’s long-running dream of becoming a professional singer, and though there wasn’t much he could do besides supporting him throughout the entire process, maybe he could turn to more unlikely methods to make it come true, genuine or not.
practice makes perfect
by augmenti
his head is spinning when their lips start finding each others in the half-darkness. his vision blurs out the cobweb-coated ceiling when kibum's tongue finds its way into his mouth and starts doing all sorts of things that he never thought about before.
pretentious lyricism, 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11
by ulzzang. (complete)
"My friends call me Key," Kibum said, without even sparing a glance in Jonghyun's direction. "Which means you can call me Kibum."
"Ouch," Jonghyun replied, laying a mock-wounded hand over his heart. "So vicious."
"You haven't seen vicious yet." Kibum gestured with a fistful of sharp pins, and Jonghyun, who valued his retinas more than he valued his ability to make fun of Onew, promptly shut up.
quicksand
by x_saru_x
Nothing much needs to be said when Jonghyun pulls Kibum up into his bunk, all too sudden and urgent. A monotonous "Wake up, already," gets muffled just a bit too soon, lips meet and eyes fall closed in a matter of seconds. It's all that's really necessary.
realizing all the dreams you've held in
by kim_ri
Jonghyun wasn't quite sure if what they were doing was healthy. But he was sure of Kibum's lips against his jaw, of his fingers fumbling with a button and zipper, and he was sure of the strangled moan that came from the boy pressed against his chest, his lips catching onto the thin skin of Jonghyun's neck.
road mix vol 2
by noruwei
“Road trip.” says Jonghyun’s voice over the phone one night, and before Kibum can even say “What the fuck it’s 2AM” a stone hits his window. Jonghyun is waving vigorously in front of his gate, his smile so bright Kibum can barely stand to look at it so early in the morning.
“Pack your bag and get down here,” Jonghyun calls.
“Shut up,” Kibum hisses, and stumbles back through his dark room in the direction of the closet.
running through a stop sign, 2 3
by yolseo
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.
say cheese
by lazychaoz
The day Kibum gets a camera for his birthday is coincidentally the day Jonghyun gets his first cell phone, and they discover the art of camwhoring together. The photo albums from elementary school, full of snapshots made by their moms, get filled up the rest of the way with pictures that neither of them have bothered to line up with the edges of the pages.
secrets learned in glastonbury-by-the-sea
by quicheand
After a moment of stunned silence, Key's eyes opening wide and his mouth rounding in surprise, Key gave a short, sharp bark of laughter and twisted up and away from Jonghyun. His whole body tensed up as he settled himself into a sitting position slightly closer to the edge of the bed than was necessary.
“You love me,” he said derisively. “That's funny.” He twisted his mouth up into a deliberately nasty smile.
shattered memories
by deasyellow
The place is full of people, dim and colorful lights shine above them, reflected against their glasses of gin, vodka, beer, make them cringe because the shine is too much, too blinding. It is hot there, skins against skins, clothes against clothes, sweat and excitement and horny feelings, adrenaline from dancing and flirting and doing what you have never done during daylight.
silence
by midnight_pauses
You laugh while you tell Key he’s beautiful because you think that might lessen the weight of it. You say it in English, and immediately words like “what I really meant” tumble from your mouth. Key’s reaction is hard to pin down, but when he reaches up and brushes the hair from your face, there is a spark in his fingertips that negates your anxiety.
sometimes (i wish)
by adecadetodiefor
kim jonghyun is-
rich and famous and everything someone wishes they could be, but he still writes notes on paper cups and styrofoams to people he will never know. or love.
sparkly rainbows and magic
by phasera
Jonghyun wedges himself against the vending machine, soaking in as much warmth and comfort as he can manage from his favorite temple to the almighty gods of caffeine. It's the third week into his final semester of college, and as Jonghyun downs his fourth espresso of the evening disappointment begins to creep in around the edges of his caffeine buzz-because he's so close to the end, yet is still so far. The chances of graduating in a few months with his Musical Theory degree seem irrevocably slimmed in light of recent developments. That is, unless he can somehow take a mail-away study course from inside the loony bin, because that's where Jonghyun is headed. It's only a matter of time now.
Because today, Jonghyun is pretty sure that he snapped. Mentally.
starlight in his eyes
by ulzzang
Jonghyun fell in love because he could see the sea in Key's eyes.
It was stupid and romantic and sappy and all the things Jonghyun had always sworn up and down that he wasn't. But this is how it happened: They were at Kibum's house for Seollal, and Kibum had insisted that they drive to the coast to watch the sun rise over the ocean.
stockholm
by sk_swing
jonghyun doesn’t know how long he’s been there. maybe he’s always lived there. maybe he’s not living at all. his life is monotonous, the same old routine every day. he wakes up at 6:00, takes a shower, eats breakfast, sits in traffic. he gets to work at 9:00, sits in his cubicle, types at his computer, stares at spreadsheets. then he goes back home at 5:00, watches TV, eats dinner, goes to sleep.
that’s a joke. (is it funny?)
stockholm syndrome
by nautisch
The day after Jonghyun’s first escapade into a nightclub, he wakes up at noon in an unfamiliar bed in an unfamiliar house. The first thing he notices, however, is that he woke up without an alarm clock. When he blinks slowly, eyes adjusting to the light, he sees flawless, empty walls and an old-fashioned white door, his bag placed carefully on the bedside table. Jonghyun shrieks.
After he’s curled up in a ball, head sitting on his knees, he pulls his phone out of his bag and texts Minho in a flurry. i dont know where i am, he types with shaking hands. did i drink last nite?
Minho replies five minutes later. You never drink, he says, and there’s a girl in my bed, I’ll talk to you later.
stranger & stranger
by staircasing
They start off as strangers, just like anyone else. The first time they meet, they both have terrible hairstyles and awful clothes, but Jonghyun sees the quirk of Kibum's smile and thinks that they can learn to be friends.
stubborn
by gilbertyelmudo
He calls me at 11:14pm. It starts with the clatter of my phone against the bedside table, a frantic click click click that progresses into a melody of bits and bytes, and ends with the press of my thumb against the answer button.
superstar
by redcottonstar
Sometimes when Jonghyun watches Key perform on stage, he feels like they are of two different worlds. Key is bright, his smile almost glittery as he waves at his screaming fans below, and Jonghyun just fixes a tiny, tiny half-smile as he watches Kibum be Key, be the love of a million fans' lives, be an idol so many people look up to.
synesthesia
by ulzzang
jonghyun talks mostly in images these days, fingertips pressed to key's temples painting vivid pictures on the inside of his skull. sometimes just colors, brilliant parrot blue for happiness, dark hollow black for sadness; other times they're things, the hammers and strings of jonghyun's piano, waves against sand, the line key's spine makes when he sleeps on his stomach with his face in the pillow. and key understands in the way only he can, because jonghyun needs him to.
that boy
by andified
Sodomy, he is told, is a sin - but Kim Kibum doesn’t believe in god, and he figures, well, that’s okay. But the boy with that beautiful sun-kissed smile is the epitome of what is good and saintly, and their love becomes the scarlet letters upon their chests.
this is all that you feel (but it never shows)
by gilbertyelmudo
Jonghyun notices Key when they're standing backstage before their debut, and during every performance, press conference, moment, minute after that. He notices him when they're laying almost flush in his bunk, and he especially notices him when defiant words fall from his pretty, plush lips he's come to love so very much: "I don't have regrets."
this silly feeling
by mei_zi
When pink and purple converge on the skyline, Jonghyun finds himself parked near the corner of an idyllic neighborhood café, and everything looks the same as it always is whenever he comes around; the vintage radio singing casual songs, shelves adorned with scented candles with miniature flames flickering on top, the smell of coffee beans filtering through the chamomile and lavender.
the amazing key
by intorolude
"you're testing your luck, you know," jonghyun says when he opens his locker and a flood of hand-folded paper stars tumble out and drown his sneakers.
the dream maker
by aqueerpanic
He had a girlfriend of one year named Jessica, a mother who worked a 9-12 morning to midnight shift, struggling to rake in a living for her and her son, and a father who ran off with another woman the day he was presented to the world. His life wasn’t the greatest, but he did what he could to live it.
the easy thing
by ulzzang
There are minutes, seconds until they go onstage and Jonghyun kisses Key fast and messy and impromptu against the wall backstage, away from the prying eyes of managers and their sunbaenim and the rest of the group. Jonghyun slides his hands up the back of Key's shirt and drags his nails down Key's spine, a mark that Key will feel but no one else will see-that's how most of their relationship is.
the next five forevers
by noruwei
To Jonghyun, he’s the weakest link of the group. He’s too short, too plain, not thin enough. He’s not as good a dancer as Taemin, not as gorgeous as Minho, not as good a singer as Onew, not as good a rapper as Key. He cries way too easily and he gets hurt way too much, like when he pulled his ligament and had to go for surgery. So he tries to overcompensate and works out till his body almost breaks and sings till his voice does, but it never feels like enough.
the quiet things
by procreational
Kibum presses the ‘end’ button on his cellphone in frustration, raking his free hand through his hair. He needs to get to the airport early next morning for his truly long-deserved vacation, but what seemed like his entire fucking contact list was either busy, out of the country, or just not picking up his calls, those bitches. Minho had apologized for backing out at the last minute, but driving a best friend to the airport for a week in China was hardly comparable to a newborn baby daughter, and Kibum didn’t blame him one bit.
So, he’s left with a few options. He could call his parents, but they lived an hour away and his dad had a bad back and he really didn’t want to trouble his mother. He could call a taxi, but it seemed like a needless waste of money he could use on a nice meal or something. Or, he could call Jonghyun. He could. They were still friends, kind of. Kibum would drive Jonghyun to the airport if he really, really needed the ride.
the technicolor phase
by quellazaire
Key knew Jonghyun was straight. He liked pale skin and red lips. He knew for many reasons, like how they would look through those magazines together every now and then-the ones they borrowed from certain hyungs-but they were always soft. Gentle, normal looking girls, nothing special, but always pale skin and red lips.
the things we do
by boyfolk
Kim Jonghyun is nineteen years old and has had two romantic relationships, ever. You can’t blame the boy for being a little confused.
the trouble with boys, part 2
by agapic
Somewhere along the line, Kim Kibum had fallen for his best friend.
He wasn’t sure how it happened, but he remembered the two of them sitting together on the couch watching television one night, after a particularly long and arduous practice.
the universe, and the complications it brings us
by voltagequeen
At two opposite ends of existence, there exist four boys; two pairs of humans that appear to be carbon copies of each other. In perfect circumstances, their lives would have turned out exactly the same. Unfortunately, we all know that perfect circumstances don’t exist.
the way to atlantis
by jecca_o9
"Does anybody know the way to Atlantis?" A young man enters the pub.
The bartender looks up. "That's the worst pick-up line I've ever heard."
there are three types of guys out there
by lunathunderhead
“Shh, let’s get you to bed,” Key says, and it takes a few tries for Jonghyun to get to his feet, but when he does, Key slides their fingers together and pulls him down the hallway. Jonghyun makes a royal racket by running straight into the clothes rack (he can’t see without his contacts to save his life), but in the end, gets into his bed without much circumstance.
this fine social scene
by quellazaire
They've stopped filming to take a microscopic lunch break, right after Jonghyun and Taemin tossed snow on Kibum, who is still dusting off the flakes and trying to ignore the damp spots and ice-cold melting down his back. He doesn't feel the need to justify his anger even though he has several valid reasons, those being that he really does hate snow, and he hates being cold, and he hates being hit by things-who doesn't?
Jonghyun's frowning at him from across the small table where they're currently shoveling food-which Kibum isn't doing because he's concentrated on getting the snow off his sweater. He stands eventually, deciding he'll go sit in front of the small fire outside instead, to see if it will help any.
this time
by boyfolk
You lick your lips, lower your eyes. “Stop it,” you say, quietly. “I don’t. Jonghyun, you’re not. We’re not like this.”
He stops. “You’re right,” he says. “You’re not like this. What was I thinking.”
thresholds
by nudge
Jonghyun's never had to consider it. Kibum has always been his best friend, even if he sometimes thinks they are far too alike-but mostly he prefers it that way. "I love you, okay?" He looks at Kibum and scoffs. "I love your mom." He gets smacked upside the head and he can't help but laugh and laugh and love.
wall sex
by little_bibelot
It was the dead of night. Kibum felt it exceptionally lucky that he hadn't tripped on the stairs and broken his neck, given how he could barely see past his nose - what a sight that would've been, for his dormmates to find in the morning.
we're all just stupid clichés anyways
by jbmaunier
Key isn’t his real name but he doesn’t see the point of having a real name when everyone around him is so fake. There is probably more silicone roaming the hallways than moving down the assembly line of the average automotive plant. Environmentalists may complain about factories polluting the air now but they wouldn’t be focusing on the big businesses if they set foot in Key’s school; every breath you take is saturated with the stench of eau de parfum. And then there are the girls who wear too-tight clothes and guys who slip insoles into their shoes just to appear an inch taller.
what if?
by datakicker
Sometimes, Jonghyun wonders what it would be like if Kibum loved him.
If Kibum loved Jonghyun, things would be different within SHINee.
when life happens
by losingplaces
2 0 1 0 / J u n e
The polaroid has all five members of SHINee crammed into its square frame. Faces squeezed together, arms around shoulders and waists, and fingers against slices of bare skin. Minho's smile is wide and open like it usually isn't. Taemin's hiding his laughter and grin behind a thin wrist, eyes scrunched. Jinki is halfway leaning against him with a smile so bright it's painful to look at. Jonghyun's arm is around Kibum's waist, and he's grinning like a fool. Kibum's leaning forward slightly and showing the peace-sign with his right hand almost covering his face.
Jonghyun writes, SHINee ☆ NYLON shoot ☆ LUCIFER!!!!
whenever
by just2wings
Before he realizes what he’s doing, Kibum is staring back. He doesn’t smile, just looks at the man and wonders. The longer he looks, the less scared he is but he can’t exactly figure out why. He feels his friend pull on his hand and looks away hurriedly.
“Do you know him?” his friend asks him.
“No,” Kibum says, but he’s frowning. When they cross the school’s gates, he throws one last look above his shoulder and is surprised to find that the stranger isn’t staring at him anymore, but rather smiling (a different smile, this one more humourous) towards the sky.
where the land meets the sea
by ulzzang
Onew goes to find a bathroom and comes back with a friend. Jonghyun isn't really surprised, because Onew has this tendency to make everyone he meets feel the need to follow him around and make sure he doesn't hurt himself; what does surprise him is that Onew's new friend isn't a slightly-older-than-them woman, the way they tend to be, but a same-age-as-them-or-maybe-slightly-younger boy with windswept brown hair and a smile just this side of breathtaking.
"This is Kibum," Onew says, flopping face-first into a towel and then immediately rolling onto his back. "He lives on the beach."
white wishes
by kitkii
Key wasn’t really the sort to let his heart run away with him. There were times when his body would, but never his heart. His heart remained cold as emotionless granite. Even when fingers would trail up his trembling thighs and press him into warm sheets, even when a hot mouth met his in a clash of teeth and lips, melding together in a confusing union, he never felt a flutter from his heart.
In the morning, he’d wake up, his hair splayed across his pillow. There would be a weight against his waist and when he’d glance down; his fingers would be twined with a wonderfully warm hand. He’d roll over, his back pressing into the back of his bed partner.
winter blues
by augmenti
But he also likes being able to slip out of bed with his blankets gathered around him and tiptoe into Jonghyun’s room. It’s always warmer in there for some reason, and it’s easy to push Jonghyun over and slip under the covers with him, sharing his own blanket and tuck his cold toes into the crook of his knees.
“Mrgh,” is all Jonghyun says about the matter before rolling over and going back to sleep. Kibum rests his forehead fall against the crook of his spine and lays his arm over the curve of his waist and falls asleep while he lines up his breath with the natural rise and fall of Jonghyun’s chest.
you gave me roses (and all i gave you were goodbyes)
by kantamu
The apartment was eerily quiet.
But then again, Kibum mused, that might have been because it was four in the morning and no one in their right mind would have even been awake. He pushed back the chair and stood, walking to the window. Outside, the streetlights were still performing their poor imitation of the sun's job, although there was no one around to see it. It was past the time when college students were still out partying, and too early for commuters to make their way into the city. He'd always thought that this was the real witching hour, not midnight.
you gonna get into my ride, right?
by black_goose
Jonghyun had been messing around in the car all day, acting as though he was capable of driving it. He thought it made him look cool. Key thought it made him look:
"Ridiculous," Key said, bending down so he could lean in the open window. "You look completely stupid. You know what this car screams? This car screams either of a height complex or a penis size complex."
you wouldn't shave your head...
by nudge
It starts when they're watching TV on the couch. Jonghyun hooks two fingers along the waistband of Kibum's jeans. He's got a look in his eye. A look that says... well something about oral sex.
you're my homebro
by lunathunderhead
Jinki is twenty-three, engaged, and has his own worries to tend to when Gwiboon tugs on his shirt and says, “Oppa,” in a voice worthy of a kitten left in the rain.
“What,” Jinki (he tries not to) snaps as he calculates taxes, trying to hold three different six-figure numbers in his head long enough to punch into his calculator. “What’s wrong.” He half regrets returning home for the holidays, because that’s all his parents ask him to do.
“I have something to tell you.”
“What.”
“I think I like someone.”
Jinki chokes on his own spit and has to spend thirty seconds coughing his respiratory system out before he manages a, “Oh, is that so?”
“Yeah.” Gwiboon waits for a better answer.
“So…” Jinki says. “What do you think he thinks about you?”
“He’s really mean to me,” Gwiboon says, pouting.
“Positively horrible?” Jinki says.
“Yeah,” she replies.
“Is it Jonghyun,” Jinki asks flatly.
you're the spot of paint on my jeans
by mandarinorange
The small part of Jonghyun that doesn’t like the stardom and camera flashes and always, always having something to do seems to grow just a little larger when they’re practically kidnapped and shoved into the van at some ungodly hour in the morning, eyes unfocused and thoughts foggy with interrupted sleep. He doesn’t groan or complain because real anger isn’t possible without an audience, or rather, with an audience that couldn’t really care less.