Shinee fanfic: DOGs (Distribution of Gods)
Title: DOGs (Distribution of Gods)
Pairing: broken!Jongsica, Jongkey, broken!Ontae, 2min
Genre: Supernatural & angst
Rating: PG (subject to change)
Summary: Dreams can quickly turn into a reality experienced in two worlds, at the same time.
Disclaimer: the guys belong to SM.
Length: 1/? approx. 1900 words
JANUARY 6TH 11:43 AM
Pens and pencils whisper and scratch along paper as the steady lecturing of the professor echoes throughout the entire lecture hall. There’s sniffling to the right, whispers and the sound of crumpling paper to the left. Somewhere in the very back there’s sniggering and some coughing. It’s the first day of the new semester - the perfectionist of a professor is abnormally stumbling over words and the students in the lecture hall are cutting up more than usual. And Jonghyun is already feeling overworked.
It was some time during the first half of the lecture period that Jonghyun stopped taking notes and opted for doodling instead. The pencil lazily glided in the margins of the paper, countless stick figure fights and monster portraits stared back at him after a while. That was twenty minutes ago, because now he isn’t completely sure of what he’s doing - in a daze, maybe. He’s bored, really.
With a glance at the clock on his cell phone, he has fifty minutes of this boredom left.
At the first ring of the bell, Jonghyun’s bag had already been slung over his shoulder and his legs carried him through several doors to the outside. Feet subconsciously hurry him down a familiar path on the sidewalk now, automatically stopping at crosswalks and turning at the appropriate blocks. On the other side of a particular street, the dismissal bell of a high school rings, and Jonghyun ducks his head a bit as he picks up his pace.
Normally, he wouldn’t be in such a hurry, but it’s cold out here. The wind whips through the relatively thin fabric of his long sleeves, the stinging cold nips at his skin, robbing Jonghyun of his body heat. Goosebumps form in vain, the wind obstinately continuing its assault on his precious heat. Perhaps those minutes he wasted in bed, after hitting the snooze button on his alarm clock, weren’t worth him leaving his coat behind in his haste to get out the door a little less than halfway reasonable time. Or perhaps actually physically owning a car that had some
type of heating would help with the situation, also.
But then again, broke people don’t - or rather, can’t - buy cars.
“Hey,” Jonghyun hears a voice and sincerely hopes that he isn’t talking to himself, “I didn’t ask you about cars, or broke people.” Then finally he registers the repeated pokes jabbing away at his side. He turns to look at the source - wide eyes, smiling cheekbones, and a bowl cut. His brain racks itself for a name,
“Taemin?”
“Uh, yeah,” Taemin blinks, his head tilted to the left in a more worried than inquiring manner,
“Hyung?”
“Don’t look at me like that,” Jonghyun smiles halfway at him, ruffling his hair. “The day is just passing by unbelievably slow.”
Taemin gives him a skeptic look. “You were mumbling to yourself, hyung.”
“Who doesn’t when they’re alone,” he pauses as Taemin starts to object, “Okay, look, I’m fine. Eh, don’t worry about me. How is your day going?”
“It was okay, just got out of school. I have a lot of homework,” Taemin shrugs; he readjusts the straps of his book bag.
They hurry over a pedestrian crosswalk. “Maybe you should go home and get started on it then?” Jonghyun suggests, rushing over to a coffee shop, his hand resting on the door handle. His muscles tense.
“But I need help hyung!”
“I have to work,” he sighs, loosening up enough to pat Taemin in the middle of his back, “if it’s math homework, go find Jinki. If it’s anything science or social studies, Minho should do. He’s a secret geek, anyway. Okay?” He watches as Taemin reluctantly nods, feels a little sorry for leaving him like this. “Alright, see ya.”
JANUARY 11TH 1:01 PM
“Can I have a tall latte?”
Jonghyun instinctively looks up from tendering cash from behind the cash register, heart fluttering in the tiniest way possible as eyes register a petite body, golden hair, and pale skin. “You can,” he hums, leaning on the counter some as he closes the cash drawer, an easy smile playing on his lips.
He watches as her eyes narrow in playful suspicion. “May I?” She corrects herself.
“Certainly,” Jonghyun grins. “Whipped cream?” At her nod he takes in one last full look at her face, the curves of her body, and moves to fix her order.
“Here you go,” he returns, eyes lying on that stunning face again. She takes the Styrofoam cup, their knuckles brushing. “That would be three-fifteen,” Jonghyun informs her. She takes the cash out of her purse and casually hands it to him. “Thank you,” he says.
“No,” she begins to walk off, “thank you, Jonghyun.” The girl bats her eyelashes a bit, gaze dropping down to his nametag as he smiles his goodbye.
JANUARY 12TH 9:37 PM
“Dude, I just totally kicked your ass,” Jinki establishes with a triumphant beam and one last press of a button on the Xbox controller. Defeat flashes on the television screen to reinforce his statement.
Jonghyun snorts, beginnings of a pouting session emerging, “I could care less,” and then his expression does a flip; cheekbones become prominent as he grins with all teeth showing, brown irises lighting up. “I meant to tell you I met this hot chick yesterday, man.”
“Yeah?” Jinki slides off the couch to turn the gaming machine off, plopping down on the floor as he takes out the disc. Nimble fingers deliver it to the proper case, snapping it firmly shut. “Tell me about it.”
“I met her at work. She’s hot. Nice face, nice body,” he makes an inappropriate gesture, “I think she likes me, too.”
“Did you get her number?”
His eyebrows furrow, “What? Um, no.”
“Her name?”
Biting of his lip ensues. “No,” he slowly answers after a few long seconds.
Jinki scratches his head. “Well,” he says eventually, “good luck with that. Girls can be so mean sometimes,” he gives a childish pout before getting up, stretching. “I have to finish up this math homework, then I’ll probably go to bed,” there’s a brief yawn as he leaves the room.
“Hey!” Jonghyun calls out to his roommate, “I wasn’t done.” Then he adds as an afterthought,
“Why would you rather solve equations that you probably will never see in real life than listen to a story that has a hot girl in it?”
He isn’t sure how many minutes pass before he buries his face in his hands, “I really wasn’t done,” he murmurs into his palm, an image of that girl flitting through his mind.
JANUARY 15TH 1:30 AM
Jonghyun finally finds her, the time passed unknown, but it couldn’t have been that long. The next he knows though, they were talking, laughing, to kissing; lips moving almost perfectly against one another. They hold each other; his hands on her hips, her arms snaked around his neck. Time seems to stop around them.
Everything around the two fades into a grayscale, the sky morphs into an uncontaminated white, and the clouds inversely turn completely black. The clouds combine to form large, towering ones as Jonghyun gently breaks the kiss. A lightning flash and a soft stroke over her cheek with the pad of his thumb, the features of her face melt away - a flat plane remaining, no trace left behind.
He’s taken aback, shocked, his hand moving to glide over her vanished features. His fingertips run over where her eyes were a moment ago before she shoves him backwards, hissing Jonghyun’s name repeatedly. Jonghyun stumbles, falls, and stays glued to the ground from raw astonishment and terror.
The form - he doesn’t know what to call it anymore - slowly morphs into one of the clouds, calling his name one last time. Echoes ring around him, in his ears, everywhere, as the world begins to shake, the ground on every side of him beginning to crumble. Pieces break off and fall into an ever growing pit, and before he knows it he’s falling into a black and endless void, too.
Jonghyun’s body heavily dips into the mattress, his body recoils and sits up, his eyes snapping open in the darkness of his bedroom.
Moonlight filters through the window, illuminating the swirling dust particles in the air. Jonghyun glowers at the patch of light, narrowed eyes carefully scanning over the darkened features of the room before darting back to stare (wide-eyed) at both the palms of his hands.
What the fuck?
He plops back down on the pillows of the bed, arms out stretched. His ears insist on listening in on the ringing silence, the soft snoring of his roommate (Jinki) somewhere to his right. With a quick glance at the quilt-wrapped form, he decides that the dream doesn’t matter at this point - and he can’t go back to sleep - because he’s jealous of the fact that Jinki is getting such great, undisturbed sleep.
JANUARY 17TH 3:56PM
“Hey.”
“Hey yourself.”
Jonghyun grins at her.
“Not working today?”
“On break,” Jonghyun gives as an explanation as a table in the coffee shop erupts into loud, obnoxious laughter. He glances at them; Taemin holding his stomach, Jinki’s laughter coming through his teeth, and Minho subtlety smirking. “I have to go soon.”
She senses where he’s getting at, reaches and searches in her purse. “Oh,” she gives a soft smile, shoving a pen back in there. “Here.”
He casually looks down. “Thanks,” he says, eyes quickly scanning the piece of paper before pocketing it, “Jessica.” Fingertips brush her thigh as he walks back towards the counter.
The table grows eerily quiet as Jonghyun resumes work, a small smile never leaving his face.
JANUARY 18TH 12:54AM
Jessica had left minutes ago, claiming she had a lot of work to catch up on. Jonghyun sits on the bench, elbows resting on his knees, thoughts darting between the millions of neurons that makes up the inside of his brain.
Black clouds replace the thin blanket of grey that once covered the sky moments ago.
A single lightning bolt cracks in the sky. The air quickly becomes humid, Jonghyun ducking his head as the first of the heavy droplets of rain rapidly dampen blond bangs.
He remains calm as opposed to the panic steadily rising somewhere in his stomach, the ground violently shakes and splits open yards in front of him. He gulps, Adam’s apple bobbing as brown irises gaze at the newly formed canyon.
A hand grips the edge of earth closest to him. The very world his eyes report to a flash of light of unimaginable brightness, his eyes stinging and watering in the aftermath.
The whiteness subsides, and in the distance, where the hand had been, a thin yet manly shaped figure stands. Bangs obscure the upper half of the beings face, but pearly white teeth glint as a feral smirk whirls its way onto the features.
Shaky breath passes through flared nostrils. “Who are you?” Jonghyun stands and begins to move forward, a mix of shock and fear pulses through him at a ghostly hand from the figure gesturing him to stop.
Catty red eyes flare from underneath the shadows of its bangs. Seemingly glowing fingers flex, one at a time. “You know,” is the harshly growled reply.
A/N: and im back i guess lol. hey guys!!
Pairing: broken!Jongsica, Jongkey, broken!Ontae, 2min
Genre: Supernatural & angst
Rating: PG (subject to change)
Summary: Dreams can quickly turn into a reality experienced in two worlds, at the same time.
Disclaimer: the guys belong to SM.
Length: 1/? approx. 1900 words
JANUARY 6TH 11:43 AM
Pens and pencils whisper and scratch along paper as the steady lecturing of the professor echoes throughout the entire lecture hall. There’s sniffling to the right, whispers and the sound of crumpling paper to the left. Somewhere in the very back there’s sniggering and some coughing. It’s the first day of the new semester - the perfectionist of a professor is abnormally stumbling over words and the students in the lecture hall are cutting up more than usual. And Jonghyun is already feeling overworked.
It was some time during the first half of the lecture period that Jonghyun stopped taking notes and opted for doodling instead. The pencil lazily glided in the margins of the paper, countless stick figure fights and monster portraits stared back at him after a while. That was twenty minutes ago, because now he isn’t completely sure of what he’s doing - in a daze, maybe. He’s bored, really.
With a glance at the clock on his cell phone, he has fifty minutes of this boredom left.
At the first ring of the bell, Jonghyun’s bag had already been slung over his shoulder and his legs carried him through several doors to the outside. Feet subconsciously hurry him down a familiar path on the sidewalk now, automatically stopping at crosswalks and turning at the appropriate blocks. On the other side of a particular street, the dismissal bell of a high school rings, and Jonghyun ducks his head a bit as he picks up his pace.
Normally, he wouldn’t be in such a hurry, but it’s cold out here. The wind whips through the relatively thin fabric of his long sleeves, the stinging cold nips at his skin, robbing Jonghyun of his body heat. Goosebumps form in vain, the wind obstinately continuing its assault on his precious heat. Perhaps those minutes he wasted in bed, after hitting the snooze button on his alarm clock, weren’t worth him leaving his coat behind in his haste to get out the door a little less than halfway reasonable time. Or perhaps actually physically owning a car that had some
type of heating would help with the situation, also.
But then again, broke people don’t - or rather, can’t - buy cars.
“Hey,” Jonghyun hears a voice and sincerely hopes that he isn’t talking to himself, “I didn’t ask you about cars, or broke people.” Then finally he registers the repeated pokes jabbing away at his side. He turns to look at the source - wide eyes, smiling cheekbones, and a bowl cut. His brain racks itself for a name,
“Taemin?”
“Uh, yeah,” Taemin blinks, his head tilted to the left in a more worried than inquiring manner,
“Hyung?”
“Don’t look at me like that,” Jonghyun smiles halfway at him, ruffling his hair. “The day is just passing by unbelievably slow.”
Taemin gives him a skeptic look. “You were mumbling to yourself, hyung.”
“Who doesn’t when they’re alone,” he pauses as Taemin starts to object, “Okay, look, I’m fine. Eh, don’t worry about me. How is your day going?”
“It was okay, just got out of school. I have a lot of homework,” Taemin shrugs; he readjusts the straps of his book bag.
They hurry over a pedestrian crosswalk. “Maybe you should go home and get started on it then?” Jonghyun suggests, rushing over to a coffee shop, his hand resting on the door handle. His muscles tense.
“But I need help hyung!”
“I have to work,” he sighs, loosening up enough to pat Taemin in the middle of his back, “if it’s math homework, go find Jinki. If it’s anything science or social studies, Minho should do. He’s a secret geek, anyway. Okay?” He watches as Taemin reluctantly nods, feels a little sorry for leaving him like this. “Alright, see ya.”
JANUARY 11TH 1:01 PM
“Can I have a tall latte?”
Jonghyun instinctively looks up from tendering cash from behind the cash register, heart fluttering in the tiniest way possible as eyes register a petite body, golden hair, and pale skin. “You can,” he hums, leaning on the counter some as he closes the cash drawer, an easy smile playing on his lips.
He watches as her eyes narrow in playful suspicion. “May I?” She corrects herself.
“Certainly,” Jonghyun grins. “Whipped cream?” At her nod he takes in one last full look at her face, the curves of her body, and moves to fix her order.
“Here you go,” he returns, eyes lying on that stunning face again. She takes the Styrofoam cup, their knuckles brushing. “That would be three-fifteen,” Jonghyun informs her. She takes the cash out of her purse and casually hands it to him. “Thank you,” he says.
“No,” she begins to walk off, “thank you, Jonghyun.” The girl bats her eyelashes a bit, gaze dropping down to his nametag as he smiles his goodbye.
JANUARY 12TH 9:37 PM
“Dude, I just totally kicked your ass,” Jinki establishes with a triumphant beam and one last press of a button on the Xbox controller. Defeat flashes on the television screen to reinforce his statement.
Jonghyun snorts, beginnings of a pouting session emerging, “I could care less,” and then his expression does a flip; cheekbones become prominent as he grins with all teeth showing, brown irises lighting up. “I meant to tell you I met this hot chick yesterday, man.”
“Yeah?” Jinki slides off the couch to turn the gaming machine off, plopping down on the floor as he takes out the disc. Nimble fingers deliver it to the proper case, snapping it firmly shut. “Tell me about it.”
“I met her at work. She’s hot. Nice face, nice body,” he makes an inappropriate gesture, “I think she likes me, too.”
“Did you get her number?”
His eyebrows furrow, “What? Um, no.”
“Her name?”
Biting of his lip ensues. “No,” he slowly answers after a few long seconds.
Jinki scratches his head. “Well,” he says eventually, “good luck with that. Girls can be so mean sometimes,” he gives a childish pout before getting up, stretching. “I have to finish up this math homework, then I’ll probably go to bed,” there’s a brief yawn as he leaves the room.
“Hey!” Jonghyun calls out to his roommate, “I wasn’t done.” Then he adds as an afterthought,
“Why would you rather solve equations that you probably will never see in real life than listen to a story that has a hot girl in it?”
He isn’t sure how many minutes pass before he buries his face in his hands, “I really wasn’t done,” he murmurs into his palm, an image of that girl flitting through his mind.
JANUARY 15TH 1:30 AM
Jonghyun finally finds her, the time passed unknown, but it couldn’t have been that long. The next he knows though, they were talking, laughing, to kissing; lips moving almost perfectly against one another. They hold each other; his hands on her hips, her arms snaked around his neck. Time seems to stop around them.
Everything around the two fades into a grayscale, the sky morphs into an uncontaminated white, and the clouds inversely turn completely black. The clouds combine to form large, towering ones as Jonghyun gently breaks the kiss. A lightning flash and a soft stroke over her cheek with the pad of his thumb, the features of her face melt away - a flat plane remaining, no trace left behind.
He’s taken aback, shocked, his hand moving to glide over her vanished features. His fingertips run over where her eyes were a moment ago before she shoves him backwards, hissing Jonghyun’s name repeatedly. Jonghyun stumbles, falls, and stays glued to the ground from raw astonishment and terror.
The form - he doesn’t know what to call it anymore - slowly morphs into one of the clouds, calling his name one last time. Echoes ring around him, in his ears, everywhere, as the world begins to shake, the ground on every side of him beginning to crumble. Pieces break off and fall into an ever growing pit, and before he knows it he’s falling into a black and endless void, too.
Jonghyun’s body heavily dips into the mattress, his body recoils and sits up, his eyes snapping open in the darkness of his bedroom.
Moonlight filters through the window, illuminating the swirling dust particles in the air. Jonghyun glowers at the patch of light, narrowed eyes carefully scanning over the darkened features of the room before darting back to stare (wide-eyed) at both the palms of his hands.
What the fuck?
He plops back down on the pillows of the bed, arms out stretched. His ears insist on listening in on the ringing silence, the soft snoring of his roommate (Jinki) somewhere to his right. With a quick glance at the quilt-wrapped form, he decides that the dream doesn’t matter at this point - and he can’t go back to sleep - because he’s jealous of the fact that Jinki is getting such great, undisturbed sleep.
JANUARY 17TH 3:56PM
“Hey.”
“Hey yourself.”
Jonghyun grins at her.
“Not working today?”
“On break,” Jonghyun gives as an explanation as a table in the coffee shop erupts into loud, obnoxious laughter. He glances at them; Taemin holding his stomach, Jinki’s laughter coming through his teeth, and Minho subtlety smirking. “I have to go soon.”
She senses where he’s getting at, reaches and searches in her purse. “Oh,” she gives a soft smile, shoving a pen back in there. “Here.”
He casually looks down. “Thanks,” he says, eyes quickly scanning the piece of paper before pocketing it, “Jessica.” Fingertips brush her thigh as he walks back towards the counter.
The table grows eerily quiet as Jonghyun resumes work, a small smile never leaving his face.
JANUARY 18TH 12:54AM
Jessica had left minutes ago, claiming she had a lot of work to catch up on. Jonghyun sits on the bench, elbows resting on his knees, thoughts darting between the millions of neurons that makes up the inside of his brain.
Black clouds replace the thin blanket of grey that once covered the sky moments ago.
A single lightning bolt cracks in the sky. The air quickly becomes humid, Jonghyun ducking his head as the first of the heavy droplets of rain rapidly dampen blond bangs.
He remains calm as opposed to the panic steadily rising somewhere in his stomach, the ground violently shakes and splits open yards in front of him. He gulps, Adam’s apple bobbing as brown irises gaze at the newly formed canyon.
A hand grips the edge of earth closest to him. The very world his eyes report to a flash of light of unimaginable brightness, his eyes stinging and watering in the aftermath.
The whiteness subsides, and in the distance, where the hand had been, a thin yet manly shaped figure stands. Bangs obscure the upper half of the beings face, but pearly white teeth glint as a feral smirk whirls its way onto the features.
Shaky breath passes through flared nostrils. “Who are you?” Jonghyun stands and begins to move forward, a mix of shock and fear pulses through him at a ghostly hand from the figure gesturing him to stop.
Catty red eyes flare from underneath the shadows of its bangs. Seemingly glowing fingers flex, one at a time. “You know,” is the harshly growled reply.
A/N: and im back i guess lol. hey guys!!