boys, boys, boys; [acto dos]
Pairing:jongkey
Rating: PG
Warnings: none (this chapter. ;D)
a/n: lsajf;asldjf enjoy.~ will be raising the rating the next and final chapter. kekeke.~
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It was fifth grade when the trio met Taemin. It was one of those days where you knew that something out of the norm was going to go down, but you weren't quite sure what. It had been one of the warmer days of September, on the playground. Most of the kids were running around- laughing and having a good time. Kibum, Jinki, and Jonghyun, had decided to plant themselves beneath one of the trees nearby.
Kibum's head was resting gently on Jonghyun's lap, said boy's fingers slipping through the brown tresses softly. Jinki was half-way sprawled out on the other side of Jonghyun, back resting against the boys side; book nestled on top of his legs as he murmured the words on the page. He paused in his reading to yawn widely, and play idly with Kibum's fingers and looked about the playground.
His eyes lit up.
“Yah, Kibummie, Jjongy. Do you see what I see?” Jonghyun and Kibum exchanged a look. “Depends on what'cha lookin' at, Dubu.” Jonghyun replied wryly, with a raised eyebrow. Jinki's eyes twinkled and a small smile tugged at his lips. He stood up, book falling to the ground forgotten, and started walking towards where all the noise was being produced.
Kibum looked up at Jonghyun, matching the boys gaping; lips flapping like a fish out of water. They both watched as their best friend disappeared into the throng of kids.
Jinki knew that this boy was suppose to be a part of their group. He felt it tingle all the way to his finger tips. You know- like when your hand falls asleep and you shake it out to get the blood flowing again? That's how it felt when he approached him.
The boy had black, square rimmed glasses that seemed to be just a little too big for his face. His cheeks were slightly rounded, and had a pink tint. His feet stopped kicking the bench he was currently perched on, and he stared up at Jinki with wide, wide eyes.
Holy shi- this boy was too adorable.
“Uhm. Hi.” Jinki started awkwardly, and rocked back and forth on his feet, hands clasped behind his back. He hadn't really thought about what he was going to say when he got there; he was only thinking about getting to this person.
The boy (probably assessing that Jinki was no where near being a threat to him) tilted his head curiously to the side, feet resuming their kicking. “Hi.”
“I-I'm. Uhm. Jinki. I, uh, s-saw you over here by yourself. And was wondering if, you. Uhm. Wanted to b-be apart of our g-group.” Jinki stuttered, and gestured awkwardly to some tree behind him. The smaller brunette chuckled (finding this Jinki person to be probably the cutest thing since baby panda's and sliced bread), and flashed Jinki a face splitting, grin.
“I'm Taemin. And yeah. I'd like that a lot.”
Jinki felt his face light bright pink, and he got all tingly again, at Taemin's close proximity as they walked back to Jinki's wide eyed friends.
No one really knows (not Jonghyun, Kibum, Taemin, or Jinki for that matter) how exactly Minho came to be apart of their little...flock...cult...thing. They can sure enough say that it was sometime in seventh in grade, but that's about all anyone really knows. And when they ask Minho about it, he simply shrugs his shoulder's, and continue on like you never said anything. It didn't take long for the boys to become tight. A little less than five years later (though, it took much less time) and the five knew everything about one another- wishes, hopes, dreams. What they wanted to be after they graduated from college (Kibum wanted to be a fashion designer/actor/chef. All at the same time. Jinki wanted to be pianist, Minho a journalist, Taemin a dancer, and Jonghyun an author or librarian).
Even though all of them were seniors, people still had problems with their group in general. No, they weren't loud (unless you pissed off Kibum) and no, they never got in anyone's way or started any fights (unless you pissed off Kibum). A lot of people talked when it came to them.
But they mostly talked about Jonghyun and Kibum. You see, this infamous pair had become well known within the town as “2Kim”. They were a package deal, and you could never find one without the other not too far behind.
The thing they got most heat for was the fact that they were so comfortable with each other (thirteen years of being around a person, does that to you.).
Hand holding, kissing of cheeks, hugs and touches that seemed to last for a fraction of a second longer than they should have. But that's just who they were. They were best friends- knew everything about the other like it was their job, or something.
And they were use to the looks. Use to the whispers that seemed to envelope them, every time they walked through the halls; through the town. But sometimes when it would get to be too much (and Taemin, and Jinki- even Minho, wouldn't quite understand), Jonghyun would squeeze Kibum's hand a little tighter. Kibum would shift just a little bit closer to Jonghyun.
Because that's what best friends do. They pick up the pieces every time your world shatters, and patch them back together with some super glue, and a super cheesy smile.
Rating: PG
Warnings: none (this chapter. ;D)
a/n: lsajf;asldjf enjoy.~ will be raising the rating the next and final chapter. kekeke.~
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It was fifth grade when the trio met Taemin. It was one of those days where you knew that something out of the norm was going to go down, but you weren't quite sure what. It had been one of the warmer days of September, on the playground. Most of the kids were running around- laughing and having a good time. Kibum, Jinki, and Jonghyun, had decided to plant themselves beneath one of the trees nearby.
Kibum's head was resting gently on Jonghyun's lap, said boy's fingers slipping through the brown tresses softly. Jinki was half-way sprawled out on the other side of Jonghyun, back resting against the boys side; book nestled on top of his legs as he murmured the words on the page. He paused in his reading to yawn widely, and play idly with Kibum's fingers and looked about the playground.
His eyes lit up.
“Yah, Kibummie, Jjongy. Do you see what I see?” Jonghyun and Kibum exchanged a look. “Depends on what'cha lookin' at, Dubu.” Jonghyun replied wryly, with a raised eyebrow. Jinki's eyes twinkled and a small smile tugged at his lips. He stood up, book falling to the ground forgotten, and started walking towards where all the noise was being produced.
Kibum looked up at Jonghyun, matching the boys gaping; lips flapping like a fish out of water. They both watched as their best friend disappeared into the throng of kids.
Jinki knew that this boy was suppose to be a part of their group. He felt it tingle all the way to his finger tips. You know- like when your hand falls asleep and you shake it out to get the blood flowing again? That's how it felt when he approached him.
The boy had black, square rimmed glasses that seemed to be just a little too big for his face. His cheeks were slightly rounded, and had a pink tint. His feet stopped kicking the bench he was currently perched on, and he stared up at Jinki with wide, wide eyes.
Holy shi- this boy was too adorable.
“Uhm. Hi.” Jinki started awkwardly, and rocked back and forth on his feet, hands clasped behind his back. He hadn't really thought about what he was going to say when he got there; he was only thinking about getting to this person.
The boy (probably assessing that Jinki was no where near being a threat to him) tilted his head curiously to the side, feet resuming their kicking. “Hi.”
“I-I'm. Uhm. Jinki. I, uh, s-saw you over here by yourself. And was wondering if, you. Uhm. Wanted to b-be apart of our g-group.” Jinki stuttered, and gestured awkwardly to some tree behind him. The smaller brunette chuckled (finding this Jinki person to be probably the cutest thing since baby panda's and sliced bread), and flashed Jinki a face splitting, grin.
“I'm Taemin. And yeah. I'd like that a lot.”
Jinki felt his face light bright pink, and he got all tingly again, at Taemin's close proximity as they walked back to Jinki's wide eyed friends.
No one really knows (not Jonghyun, Kibum, Taemin, or Jinki for that matter) how exactly Minho came to be apart of their little...flock...cult...thing. They can sure enough say that it was sometime in seventh in grade, but that's about all anyone really knows. And when they ask Minho about it, he simply shrugs his shoulder's, and continue on like you never said anything. It didn't take long for the boys to become tight. A little less than five years later (though, it took much less time) and the five knew everything about one another- wishes, hopes, dreams. What they wanted to be after they graduated from college (Kibum wanted to be a fashion designer/actor/chef. All at the same time. Jinki wanted to be pianist, Minho a journalist, Taemin a dancer, and Jonghyun an author or librarian).
Even though all of them were seniors, people still had problems with their group in general. No, they weren't loud (unless you pissed off Kibum) and no, they never got in anyone's way or started any fights (unless you pissed off Kibum). A lot of people talked when it came to them.
But they mostly talked about Jonghyun and Kibum. You see, this infamous pair had become well known within the town as “2Kim”. They were a package deal, and you could never find one without the other not too far behind.
The thing they got most heat for was the fact that they were so comfortable with each other (thirteen years of being around a person, does that to you.).
Hand holding, kissing of cheeks, hugs and touches that seemed to last for a fraction of a second longer than they should have. But that's just who they were. They were best friends- knew everything about the other like it was their job, or something.
And they were use to the looks. Use to the whispers that seemed to envelope them, every time they walked through the halls; through the town. But sometimes when it would get to be too much (and Taemin, and Jinki- even Minho, wouldn't quite understand), Jonghyun would squeeze Kibum's hand a little tighter. Kibum would shift just a little bit closer to Jonghyun.
Because that's what best friends do. They pick up the pieces every time your world shatters, and patch them back together with some super glue, and a super cheesy smile.