Window Talks [1/?]
Title: Window talks
Pairing: JongKey
Genre: Humor, Drama, Romance, Love, AU
Summary: When popular boy, Kim Jonghyun, moves into Kibum’s guest house their world turns upside down.
Chapter One: This doesn’t change anything… Got it?
He huffed inside the room, setting down the few bags and boxes he carried from the moving truck,” This is unbelievable…” Jonghyun ran a few fingers through the flattened hair, sweat trailing on his stubby fingertips. He looked around the room; it was decent, much like his old room. But there it was, it wasn’t his old room, it was a guestroom in a guesthouse in his enemy’s yard.
He sighed and sunk into the beanbag, picking up a book from the top of the pile,” Romeo and Juliet… stupid book,” he flipped through the book anyways, it was only stupid because it meant a lot to him. The bell rang, three times rapidly, he threw the book on the ground,” I guess I’ll get it then, don’t mind me, I’LL GET IT!” He was basically talking to himself, noting that his parents were never around in the daytime. But being a son to workaholics weren’t really a bad thing, he wasn’t bothered by it.
He trudged to the door and opened it, scowling at the smiling figure before him,” What do you want?” The normal shaved spot was covered over with silky brown hair, suiting him nicely, he pushed out a container of cookies with a huge smile,” Jonghyun, these are for your family, we are really glad you moved in!” Jonghyun took one look at the container, it was his old lunch container, and he took it harshly and slammed the door shut.
He leaned against the door, opening the container and taking a big bite of the chocolate chip goodness. He listened amusingly to the whines outside,” Okay, I know we had our fights and squabbles, but, seriously have you ever thought that it wasn’t a good idea to just stop being friends all together? Come on, hyung, you’ve got to be kidding me… it’s been two years, and a half!
He snorted and locked the door a second time before sliding the cookies into the kitchen. “Two and a half years too little, Kibum.”
He went back into his room and resumed going through the book. He skipped all the way to the back, rubbing his thumb over the picture. He couldn’t get the strength to throw the classic away, not when the love of his life was written all over it.
He took the paperback out of the small bag, making a queasy face before pouting to the younger,” You expect me to read this? This is old timey stuff, Bummie; I don’t want to read something like this. First Twilight now this? You must be crazy to think I’d accept this as a birthday present.”
Kibum took the book back, flipping through the pages in front of his friend,” I wrote all over it, little notes to make you feel better, pictures of us; I spent a month on this. Look, all my Polaroid money went into this, I even gave you selcas of me, I never do.”
Jonghyun put his finger on a page, secretly admiring how precious he looked in the sunlight,” This, I took this for you on that field… right?” Kibum nodded proudly, not noticing the change of voice when they hit all the pictures of him and him only. “All the notes were made for you, I didn’t have anyone else in mind while I did this, and I put in a lot of sincerity. Two hundred-eighty-five pages of dedication, what more can you ask for?”
Jonghyun gave off a quizzical gaze, pointing at the whole book,” You did all of this yourself?” Kibum wrapped a pair of pearly teeth over his bottom lip and started fiddling with his friendship bracelet that hung loosely,” Well… my umma got the glue and tape, she also got the sparkles, but I swear I wrote it down and did everything else!”
Kibum went on rambling mode as he was pulled into a tight hug,” I love it, thank you, Bummie.” Kibum pulled away, his cheeks flushed with a light pink, bubblegum pink. He brushed his hand nonchalantly against his snowy complexion,” Sure, whatever, just don’t throw it away.”
He finally closed the book after looking closely at each picture. He brought himself to his window and looked out; Kibum’s house was in the way, dumb house. He pulled up a chair from his desk and sat in front, overlapping his arms and resting his head. He went into his normal dazing when he heard a harsh whisper,” Hyung, guess we’re window buddies!”
Jonghyun grouchily put on a smile drooping with plastic when he placed up a perfectly straight middle finger,” Hey Kibum! GET BENT!”
He hurriedly closed the window and put up a towel to block the perfect face outside, he could still hear the pleas,” Wait, what’s that supposed to mean?! HYUNG!”
. . . . .
When Kibum finally left his station at the window Jonghyun sat back down. He looked into the window and liked what he saw; the bed was pushed up for easy access just like his. They both liked their beds next to the windows, ever since they were little. He could only frown at his memories now, knowing that they weren’t that close anymore because of his sensitive feelings…
The crisp air was flowing into his hair, he was walking home by himself, it was usual because he usually walked with Kibum. But today Kibum said he had a test to redo so he stayed back. Jonghyun kicked the can with the tip of his shoe, chasing after it until it went into an alley. He picked the can back up and brushed it off, letting his eyes wander ahead of him; he wished he didn’t.
The can dropped and the clattering echoed through, causing the two in front of him to stir. They stood there, watching, waiting for someone to make a move. Kibum shook the girl’s hand off, running towards Jonghyun,” Hyung… I-I um, aren’t you happy? I got my first kiss!”
Jonghyun was burning holes into the poor girl, never letting her leave his sight, and he smiled sarcastically and kicked the can one last time. “Sure… hey Kibum, you should know who you’re hyung likes before kissing, hmm? If you see me anywhere…” he gulped down his tears and emitted a growl,” Pretend like you don’t know me, I sure as hell don’t know you, araso? Good, great, settled! Go back to smothering your face, while you’re at it might as well chop off your uvulas and give it to each other, seems like that’s what you need. Bye.”
He left Kibum standing there, tears running down his now pink cheeks; he lost his best friend…
The memory was so clear in his mind it hurt. He loved Kibum more than any dongsaeng, more than any friend, and it was wrong. It was wrong how much he loved him, it was wrong how he made it seem like he liked the girl instead of Kibum. It was wrong how Kibum was so innocent he didn’t even bother to think about him being gay.
But it wasn’t wrong to get hurt, seeing a lie come to life, watching an innocent make out session happen on a lonely walk home. It wasn’t planned, but, he didn’t want to love Kibum anymore. Too bad the heart doesn’t listen to you, if it did he would be long over that dongsaeng, long over the love of his life.
During the transition of junior high to high school they lost contact. Jonghyun was part of the popular group while Kibum was more of the less popular. Jonghyun used it as an excuse to not talk or be seen with him at school, but since he moved into his guesthouse, which was basically another house on his land, he didn’t have many excuses. He never thought this day would come where they’d have to see each other like this. He couldn’t say he liked it, at all.
He went back downstairs and took another look at the cookies. He smiled at the cellphone number printed nicely on each cookie, angrily biting into each so he wouldn’t get the urge to call.
It was pathetic how miserable Jonghyun really was, covering it up all the time in front of his ‘friends’, actually he only had one real friend; Minho. He was about the same age of Kibum, more or less a replacement. He mended parts of his broken heart, but there were still things that couldn’t be fixed with a meaningless pop kiss and a rub of the thigh.
Minho was there for him, staying up late to hear him gush out his feelings, rubbing his back when he cried, pulling back his hair when he puked from over drinking. Anything you’d need, even a hot make out to fill the needs he couldn’t fulfill with Kibum. Jonghyun doesn’t really remember how it all started but he knew they developed quickly.
The seat next to him became occupied. He looked over to meet a sweet pair of doe eyes, a face of an angel. The deep voice emerged from the thin lips,” Hi, I’m Minho!” Jonghyun nodded,” Kim Jonghyun. Are you new here?” He nodded, picking at the pickles in his burger,” Just moved here a few weeks ago.”
“Pickles are disgusting, huh?” Jonghyun stared the sour crunch with a displeasing look. Minho chuckled and put them to the side,” Absolutely hate ‘em. I don’t want to come off as a stalker or something but you seem really out of it… are you okay?”
Minho was a very observant boy, he knew what was going on before even being told, and it was just too simple to see people’s expressions. He didn’t get an answer so he went for the obvious, he bent down and whispered clearly into his ear,” You’re gay right?”
Jonghyun pulled back, his face covered with pure awe. Minho took that as a yes and continued, jerking his head over to the table three ahead,” You like him a lot, don’t you? It isn’t that obvious but the way you try to look over there subtly is different. That’s the look you’d give someone you lost… did something happen?”
. . . . .
They talked all day and all night until they met up at the park. It was two in the morning and they met up to go see a movie with soon turned into a tongue and groping session in the boy bathroom. Maybe it wasn’t normal to dry hump your new friend, but that didn’t stop them from doing it every Tuesday.
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Best thing about tonight’s that we’re not fighting, could it be that we’ve been this way before…
“Minho, I was just thinking about you, what’s up?” Jonghyun’s smile brightened as the voice went on, planning out their summer. It automatically went down and he gripped the phone,” You’re going for a month? That’s half of our summer! Whatever, just promise that you won’t do Tuesdays over at France, alright have a good time. Bye.”
He went back up to his bedroom, sitting himself next to the window, secretly hoping he could see Kibum again. He was falling asleep from the hard lugging of boxes and furniture earlier and was going into a deep coma. “Oh hyung!” the voice was like soft music to Jonghyun’s ears. He hasn’t had that voice directed at him for a long time, he desperately missed it. But his pride wouldn’t let him back down from his high and mighty stool.
“What the hell do you want?” He started hurting when he saw the happy expression turned into lip biting. He sighed,” I mean what do you want…” Kibum gave out a nervous chuckle,” My umma wanted to know if you wanted to have dinner with us?”
Dinner? Kibum’s mom was the best at everything, cooking wise. He missed her cooking, not having many hot meals because of his lack of parents. Although he wanted a meal from her he declined, giving off a semi okay tone,” I’m fine.” And with one last look at Kibum he closed his window and tossed the white towel back on.
He picked up the book from the nightstand and got comfortable, he was going to blow off his night by reading and eating cookies.
. . . . .
Ring ding dong!
“COMING!”
He slid down the stairs and opened the door in a flash. Trying hard not to smile at Kibum, he pushed his way through an went into the kitchen. Jonghyun stood there blankly, closing the door as he followed the strong aroma of the hot soup. Kibum sat down after getting plates and bowls,” My umma said I should come here and have dinner with you, she said I have to stay here for two hours, eat up hyung.”
Jonghyun sat down, arms crossed,” But I don’t fucking want you here, isn’t that enough to make you leave?”
Kibum gave a raw smile, putting the soup into a bowl and passed it over,” Nope, I obey my umma, even if it means being with someone who despises the ground I walk on.” If you only knew, Kibum…
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Really like this ff actually. I'm low on ideas for the other two so the updates will be late, mianhae.