Lost in translation
Title: Lost in translation
Author: moi
Pairing: JongKey
Genre: Vignette
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: SME owns pretty boys and I own words. Talk about unfairness.
Summary: The limits of my language means the limits of my world.
A/N: Blame my Philosophy class for prompting me. There's a chance this fails. I hope I'm wrong lol
Jonghyun has always been the verbal type of guy.
There's only little that words can't convey, according to him, and the art of stringing them together is one of the few he ever needed to master. Lyrics, text messages, little post-it notes and short dialogues on the fogged-up bathroom mirror; his everyday means of expression.
By now, he'd like to believe he's good with words.
"It's not even eleven yet," Kibum whispers in a humorous manner, barely stopping Jonghyun from nodding off.
The blond blinks a few times, trying to bring himself back into consciousness, or something close to that, anyway. The light the television is casting onto them isn't that bright, but it definitely offends his currently sleepy eyes. He's sinking into the couch, feet up on the coffee-table and hands crossed over his chest.
"There's no way I'm getting up," he whispers back, eyes closing in a smooth motion, and he fights to remain awake.
"Same applies to them," the other emits a quiet snort as he nods towards three different directions; Jonghyun follows his stare towards a sleeping Minho on the nearby armchair, a (most probably) mumbling Jinki on the floor, and, lastly, a balled-up Taemin on the other side of the couch, head resting on Kibum's lap. He smiles at the familiar hand resting on the youngest's temple.
He looks up at Kibum. He's sure he wants to say something, it's just that he doesn't know what that is. The dim lighting plays with the other's features, creating shadows and new depths. Jonghyun exhales.
"Are you even conscious?" Kibum smiles and it makes Jonghyun's upcoming chain of words pause for a second, drowsiness messing up with him, he's assured of it.
"Trying," he plainly answers, voice hushed and barely audible. This is the second time he breathes deliberately, in the last five minutes.
He proceeds to just sitting there, staring. He can feel gentle puffs of air fall rhythmically on his face, and he'd swear it's Kibum's breath, but he didn't really register him come closer. "Y'know..." he begins softly, surely about to comment on something concerning the other's eyes or whatever, but he stops. He realises he forgot the rest of the sentence.
Kibum waits for a second, a minute and another one, but gives up, lopsided smile appearing on his face.
Jonghyun does acknowledge him approach, this time.
Jonghyun also acknowledges the faintest feel of lips on the very corner of his mouth, too. He has problems translating it into something accurate; letters, syllables, words, anything he can rely on to make sure it's real. It's something he may even call a dream, the next morning, but before he can think of all these, the press of lips is gone. He doesn't remember closing his eyes.
Kibum's face is in full view again, now brighter than before, Jonghyun thinks, and tries not to blink.
"What does this mean?" he manages to ask, that tingling feeling on his mouth present, even when he parts his lips. He merely wonders whether it'll disappear if he tries to lick it off.
Kibum looks at him, eyes twinkling with what must be realisation of the irony in the situation. He doesn't reply for a while, savouring the feeling of Jonghyun actually requesting a definition. "It means 'go to sleep'," he smiles just a little and watches as Jonghyun's eyebrows rise the slightest, mouth tightening and neck muscles tensing up, before he relaxes fully. "It also translates as 'stop thinking'," Kibum adds right into his ear, and the extra body heat makes Jonghyun dizzy.
He only nods in reply, once he's capable of reacting again, and throws his head against the back of the couch, closing his eyes.
He's good with words.
He's good with words, just not always.
Author: moi
Pairing: JongKey
Genre: Vignette
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: SME owns pretty boys and I own words. Talk about unfairness.
Summary: The limits of my language means the limits of my world.
A/N: Blame my Philosophy class for prompting me. There's a chance this fails. I hope I'm wrong lol
Jonghyun has always been the verbal type of guy.
There's only little that words can't convey, according to him, and the art of stringing them together is one of the few he ever needed to master. Lyrics, text messages, little post-it notes and short dialogues on the fogged-up bathroom mirror; his everyday means of expression.
By now, he'd like to believe he's good with words.
"It's not even eleven yet," Kibum whispers in a humorous manner, barely stopping Jonghyun from nodding off.
The blond blinks a few times, trying to bring himself back into consciousness, or something close to that, anyway. The light the television is casting onto them isn't that bright, but it definitely offends his currently sleepy eyes. He's sinking into the couch, feet up on the coffee-table and hands crossed over his chest.
"There's no way I'm getting up," he whispers back, eyes closing in a smooth motion, and he fights to remain awake.
"Same applies to them," the other emits a quiet snort as he nods towards three different directions; Jonghyun follows his stare towards a sleeping Minho on the nearby armchair, a (most probably) mumbling Jinki on the floor, and, lastly, a balled-up Taemin on the other side of the couch, head resting on Kibum's lap. He smiles at the familiar hand resting on the youngest's temple.
He looks up at Kibum. He's sure he wants to say something, it's just that he doesn't know what that is. The dim lighting plays with the other's features, creating shadows and new depths. Jonghyun exhales.
"Are you even conscious?" Kibum smiles and it makes Jonghyun's upcoming chain of words pause for a second, drowsiness messing up with him, he's assured of it.
"Trying," he plainly answers, voice hushed and barely audible. This is the second time he breathes deliberately, in the last five minutes.
He proceeds to just sitting there, staring. He can feel gentle puffs of air fall rhythmically on his face, and he'd swear it's Kibum's breath, but he didn't really register him come closer. "Y'know..." he begins softly, surely about to comment on something concerning the other's eyes or whatever, but he stops. He realises he forgot the rest of the sentence.
Kibum waits for a second, a minute and another one, but gives up, lopsided smile appearing on his face.
Jonghyun does acknowledge him approach, this time.
Jonghyun also acknowledges the faintest feel of lips on the very corner of his mouth, too. He has problems translating it into something accurate; letters, syllables, words, anything he can rely on to make sure it's real. It's something he may even call a dream, the next morning, but before he can think of all these, the press of lips is gone. He doesn't remember closing his eyes.
Kibum's face is in full view again, now brighter than before, Jonghyun thinks, and tries not to blink.
"What does this mean?" he manages to ask, that tingling feeling on his mouth present, even when he parts his lips. He merely wonders whether it'll disappear if he tries to lick it off.
Kibum looks at him, eyes twinkling with what must be realisation of the irony in the situation. He doesn't reply for a while, savouring the feeling of Jonghyun actually requesting a definition. "It means 'go to sleep'," he smiles just a little and watches as Jonghyun's eyebrows rise the slightest, mouth tightening and neck muscles tensing up, before he relaxes fully. "It also translates as 'stop thinking'," Kibum adds right into his ear, and the extra body heat makes Jonghyun dizzy.
He only nods in reply, once he's capable of reacting again, and throws his head against the back of the couch, closing his eyes.
He's good with words.
He's good with words, just not always.