And Nobody Asked Me Why
Title: And Nobody Asked Why
Pairing: Jongkey
Rating: PG-13 (language)
Word Count: 1,549
Disclaimer: An SME representative has kindly sent me a letter to tell be that I, in fact, do not own Shinee... Contrary to my beliefs.
Summary: He didn't get the picture as to why I wasn't going to bother fixing our relationship until they broke up.
Many times I've asked him if things will ever go back to the way they were before she came into the picture. Many times I've received the same answer- not for a while.
Apparently he didn't see the reason why I was being this way; at the time, neither did I. It's not as if we were dating or anything. But I'm pretty sure that devoting nine years of friendship was nothing to go by. It's not like I comforted him during numerous break-ups, or washed his dirty underwear when he had a job interview and he was too lazy to get up and take care of his self. It's not like he used to spend every morning in my bed when he was too lazy to drive home. It's not like she fucking pays his rent when he carelessly forgets the date. No, let's not use that as a reason why I am angry.
I am angry because he isn't even asking me why I am angry. He immediately believes I am just sour towards her because she struck me in a wrong way. While that is only partly true, I have to say that he is the main reason why I don't like her. He doesn't make her use her manners; hell he seemed to forget his own in the process of making his relationship work. He spends every goddamn minute with her and then turns around and point the finger at me saying I'm not trying to keep in contact.
Woah there, partner. Let's not forget who blew off the last four scheduled events that I was supposed to display my art at. Let us not forget who showed up at his guitar recital when his mom couldn't make it. And absolutely let us not forget who brought a change of clothes for that ungrateful girlfriend of his when she spilled the soup - Y'know, I obviously cooked for you- on her shirt and couldn't go back to work! And did I get a thanks? Of-fucking-course not. Not one thank you to the one man who put up with your shit for all these years. I know damn well she wasn't the one to do it.
I am in my own right to be a bit rude towards the ungrateful couple. Every so often I would just snap and say the wrong thing to get under their skins. No shame.
I couldn't understand why I had became so hostile towards them in a long shot. I've never been a hostile person. It took a knife set and some M&M's to get the picture clear enough. [I am not going to even begin with that story because the hoe had it coming when she opened my bag. Don't ever open my messenger bag. Just don't. PS, I hope she didn't want that piece of hair extension she left in the hall.]
I will, however, tell you how the knives came into play.
~
I felt as though we had fell out of the constant care we showed toward each other, what does Kibum do? I summon the courage to invite him to a make-up day. We hang at my place, order a movie, cook a dinner, play some games, pass out drunk. Sounds like a plan to me- yeah, getting drunk is always an alternative apology.
I cook a heavy dinner because I have to remind him that he is missing so much from being with her constantly. Jinki told me she doesn't even cook because she would burn the damn water if it didn't evaporate. Go figure.
There goes the doorbell.
A little excitement on my part goes a long way because when I'm excited, shit gets done and people get happy. I casually swing the door open with open arms and a cheeky smile.
...
What the fuck?
A warm set of skinny arm wrap around my torso while I stand there with my arms still extended and a cheeky smile.
3
2
1
What the fuck?
She looks up at me. I look at her.
She looks back at me and smiles. I look back at her and stare. Let me remind you that I am still smiling at this point.
'I give you one job, Jonghyun. One fucking job.'
He looks at me blankly as I continue with my empty smile. She pokes her stiletto'd foot into my apartment and pipes her head around my shoulder. Obviously she doesn't get the message.
He grabs her wrist and brushes past me into the apartment.
Okay, so did you realize yet that I had yet to invite either in? No, wait, and I am still standing with the door wide open? I cough. I poke my head out of the door in hopes that none of my neighbors are or will be home anytime soon.
All smiles, remember, Kibum. We are trying to get back to square one and show I don't hate her. He may still be mad about the M&M's situation... Which would have never happened if she would have kept her pale boney fingers out of my bag. Obviously not my fault.
Yeah, needless to say that I am trying my best at this point because I want my friend back.
'Wow, Kibummie, it smells so yummy in here!' Too bad I didn't make enough for you. Well I did, but you don't have to know that. And who the hell gave you permission to call me that?
'Key. Just Key.'
'Loosen up, Kibum.' Really? You're serious? The first thing he says to me and he is reprimanding me for being uptight? Since when did you use my first name?
I walk away to the kitchen shrugging my shoulders in annoyance. I begin to remove the food from the stove to put onto serving platters when she waltzed in. I hate when people hover. I feel like I'm being criticized.
'Can I help you?' My back should never had been turned towards her. She quickly snakes an arm around me and grabs the spoon I held and licked it.
'Woah, I assumed you knew how to cook because of the smell but it seems as though I was mistaken.
-needs salt
-need dressing
-did you burn the steak?'
I counted. At this point I should have about four veins protruding from my forehead. Each and every one ready to explode. It's comical that I still have a smile.
I stare at her.
She stares at me.
I shift my focus to the beautiful knife on the right. My eyes return to her.
She smiles.
Okay, I'm fucking done. I quickly lift my hand to grab the labeled santok- yeah cutting off shit is getting old. Jonghyun walks in and grabs her wrist and pulls her back into the dining room and sits her down. Something along the lines of 'don't bother him while he's cooking' was mumbled.
I order the plates around the table and set everything up according to my taste. Satisfaction is what I am aiming for because I know I wasn't going to get perfection with her around. He seemed to like my food just fine.
Before she came along.
I realize I left the knifes in the kitchen and make a quick pit stop before I settle in my seat. They already have food on their plates but something is off. Why is neither eating?
'Kibum, why did you cook so much? And it's mostly meat.' Okay. I am now officially confused. Isn't he the one always complaining about my lack of meat at dinner?
'I can't eat red meat, Bummie.' She pouts her lip. 'Perhaps it would be best if we just take some home with us. It's not like we don't have Roo.'
Those knives are looking mighty sharp right now. I grit my teeth together; patience is becoming the Roadrunner to my Coyote. Before I lift my hand to grab said shiny object, the sound of a knife scraping the plate below is heard.
'Don't worry about it, Kibum. I can feed her something else.'
We eat quietly and wave silent goodbyes. No bail money needed tonight.
A cigarette is needed at this point, though.
I don't smoke. Yet.
~
Back to present. Got your attention? No? How about now? Good.
At this point I am fed up with trying to convince him I don't hate her. I don't like liars; my grandmother raised me to be truthful, but in this case I wasn't lying. Now what would be a bold-faced lie is to say I liked her. I don't. Do I hate her? No. Hate takes way too much energy and I like to think that if someone hates you, you are always on their mind. I don't want to give her that pleasure. I realized that she was the reason why I am so hostile at this moment in time. You can't blame me for not trying. I know in my heart you would have been hostile too.
So what does Kibum do about this situation? Absolutely nothing. That's it. I will just watch. One of these days she will realize that he isn't the one because of such and such reason. Blah, blah, blah. He runs back to me crying telling me how I had every right to not like her. I open my arms to him and let him cry. Same old routine. Why? Because nobody ever asked me why I was angry. Maybe then he would stop this boring cycle.
~~~
A/N kay. I did it. I was bored. I felt like I should release some pent up anger for me not writing for a long time. This is my first post I have typed... Ever. I was too lazy to type anything so I wrote it all down. I legit just thought this one up as I typed hence why it's so short and so sketchy. My notebook is on the other side of the room so I couldn't transfer another story. I didn't feel like proofreading it :3 Sorry if it is kinda confusing. It's gotta be for you; I can't even understand it myself. Maybe because it's 2:33 AM. I may do a follow up and write about the M&M incident. /done
Pairing: Jongkey
Rating: PG-13 (language)
Word Count: 1,549
Disclaimer: An SME representative has kindly sent me a letter to tell be that I, in fact, do not own Shinee... Contrary to my beliefs.
Summary: He didn't get the picture as to why I wasn't going to bother fixing our relationship until they broke up.
Many times I've asked him if things will ever go back to the way they were before she came into the picture. Many times I've received the same answer- not for a while.
Apparently he didn't see the reason why I was being this way; at the time, neither did I. It's not as if we were dating or anything. But I'm pretty sure that devoting nine years of friendship was nothing to go by. It's not like I comforted him during numerous break-ups, or washed his dirty underwear when he had a job interview and he was too lazy to get up and take care of his self. It's not like he used to spend every morning in my bed when he was too lazy to drive home. It's not like she fucking pays his rent when he carelessly forgets the date. No, let's not use that as a reason why I am angry.
I am angry because he isn't even asking me why I am angry. He immediately believes I am just sour towards her because she struck me in a wrong way. While that is only partly true, I have to say that he is the main reason why I don't like her. He doesn't make her use her manners; hell he seemed to forget his own in the process of making his relationship work. He spends every goddamn minute with her and then turns around and point the finger at me saying I'm not trying to keep in contact.
Woah there, partner. Let's not forget who blew off the last four scheduled events that I was supposed to display my art at. Let us not forget who showed up at his guitar recital when his mom couldn't make it. And absolutely let us not forget who brought a change of clothes for that ungrateful girlfriend of his when she spilled the soup - Y'know, I obviously cooked for you- on her shirt and couldn't go back to work! And did I get a thanks? Of-fucking-course not. Not one thank you to the one man who put up with your shit for all these years. I know damn well she wasn't the one to do it.
I am in my own right to be a bit rude towards the ungrateful couple. Every so often I would just snap and say the wrong thing to get under their skins. No shame.
I couldn't understand why I had became so hostile towards them in a long shot. I've never been a hostile person. It took a knife set and some M&M's to get the picture clear enough. [I am not going to even begin with that story because the hoe had it coming when she opened my bag. Don't ever open my messenger bag. Just don't. PS, I hope she didn't want that piece of hair extension she left in the hall.]
I will, however, tell you how the knives came into play.
~
I felt as though we had fell out of the constant care we showed toward each other, what does Kibum do? I summon the courage to invite him to a make-up day. We hang at my place, order a movie, cook a dinner, play some games, pass out drunk. Sounds like a plan to me- yeah, getting drunk is always an alternative apology.
I cook a heavy dinner because I have to remind him that he is missing so much from being with her constantly. Jinki told me she doesn't even cook because she would burn the damn water if it didn't evaporate. Go figure.
There goes the doorbell.
A little excitement on my part goes a long way because when I'm excited, shit gets done and people get happy. I casually swing the door open with open arms and a cheeky smile.
...
What the fuck?
A warm set of skinny arm wrap around my torso while I stand there with my arms still extended and a cheeky smile.
3
2
1
What the fuck?
She looks up at me. I look at her.
She looks back at me and smiles. I look back at her and stare. Let me remind you that I am still smiling at this point.
'I give you one job, Jonghyun. One fucking job.'
He looks at me blankly as I continue with my empty smile. She pokes her stiletto'd foot into my apartment and pipes her head around my shoulder. Obviously she doesn't get the message.
He grabs her wrist and brushes past me into the apartment.
Okay, so did you realize yet that I had yet to invite either in? No, wait, and I am still standing with the door wide open? I cough. I poke my head out of the door in hopes that none of my neighbors are or will be home anytime soon.
All smiles, remember, Kibum. We are trying to get back to square one and show I don't hate her. He may still be mad about the M&M's situation... Which would have never happened if she would have kept her pale boney fingers out of my bag. Obviously not my fault.
Yeah, needless to say that I am trying my best at this point because I want my friend back.
'Wow, Kibummie, it smells so yummy in here!' Too bad I didn't make enough for you. Well I did, but you don't have to know that. And who the hell gave you permission to call me that?
'Key. Just Key.'
'Loosen up, Kibum.' Really? You're serious? The first thing he says to me and he is reprimanding me for being uptight? Since when did you use my first name?
I walk away to the kitchen shrugging my shoulders in annoyance. I begin to remove the food from the stove to put onto serving platters when she waltzed in. I hate when people hover. I feel like I'm being criticized.
'Can I help you?' My back should never had been turned towards her. She quickly snakes an arm around me and grabs the spoon I held and licked it.
'Woah, I assumed you knew how to cook because of the smell but it seems as though I was mistaken.
-needs salt
-need dressing
-did you burn the steak?'
I counted. At this point I should have about four veins protruding from my forehead. Each and every one ready to explode. It's comical that I still have a smile.
I stare at her.
She stares at me.
I shift my focus to the beautiful knife on the right. My eyes return to her.
She smiles.
Okay, I'm fucking done. I quickly lift my hand to grab the labeled santok- yeah cutting off shit is getting old. Jonghyun walks in and grabs her wrist and pulls her back into the dining room and sits her down. Something along the lines of 'don't bother him while he's cooking' was mumbled.
I order the plates around the table and set everything up according to my taste. Satisfaction is what I am aiming for because I know I wasn't going to get perfection with her around. He seemed to like my food just fine.
Before she came along.
I realize I left the knifes in the kitchen and make a quick pit stop before I settle in my seat. They already have food on their plates but something is off. Why is neither eating?
'Kibum, why did you cook so much? And it's mostly meat.' Okay. I am now officially confused. Isn't he the one always complaining about my lack of meat at dinner?
'I can't eat red meat, Bummie.' She pouts her lip. 'Perhaps it would be best if we just take some home with us. It's not like we don't have Roo.'
Those knives are looking mighty sharp right now. I grit my teeth together; patience is becoming the Roadrunner to my Coyote. Before I lift my hand to grab said shiny object, the sound of a knife scraping the plate below is heard.
'Don't worry about it, Kibum. I can feed her something else.'
We eat quietly and wave silent goodbyes. No bail money needed tonight.
A cigarette is needed at this point, though.
I don't smoke. Yet.
~
Back to present. Got your attention? No? How about now? Good.
At this point I am fed up with trying to convince him I don't hate her. I don't like liars; my grandmother raised me to be truthful, but in this case I wasn't lying. Now what would be a bold-faced lie is to say I liked her. I don't. Do I hate her? No. Hate takes way too much energy and I like to think that if someone hates you, you are always on their mind. I don't want to give her that pleasure. I realized that she was the reason why I am so hostile at this moment in time. You can't blame me for not trying. I know in my heart you would have been hostile too.
So what does Kibum do about this situation? Absolutely nothing. That's it. I will just watch. One of these days she will realize that he isn't the one because of such and such reason. Blah, blah, blah. He runs back to me crying telling me how I had every right to not like her. I open my arms to him and let him cry. Same old routine. Why? Because nobody ever asked me why I was angry. Maybe then he would stop this boring cycle.
~~~
A/N kay. I did it. I was bored. I felt like I should release some pent up anger for me not writing for a long time. This is my first post I have typed... Ever. I was too lazy to type anything so I wrote it all down. I legit just thought this one up as I typed hence why it's so short and so sketchy. My notebook is on the other side of the room so I couldn't transfer another story. I didn't feel like proofreading it :3 Sorry if it is kinda confusing. It's gotta be for you; I can't even understand it myself. Maybe because it's 2:33 AM. I may do a follow up and write about the M&M incident. /done