Fic ; The Whistling Man. [JONGKEY]
Title: The whistling man
Author: xkaidakioko
Genre: friendship, AU,
Pairing: JongKey -as friends-
Rating: Safe~
Disclaimer: I wish I owned them.. I do own the plot~
Beta: None. Please correct my mistakes!
Summary: It’s a sweet symphony.
AN/ I wrote this fiction for my dear friend aka Azusa. She doesn’t have LJ so I can’t spot her, but, I really enjoy talking to her. Though I don’t know her for long, she became really important to me and she really is like my big sis. She can never be replaced. We don’t talk much, also because she lives on the other side of the country [world], also because my parents are nearly isolating me. But still she understands me. And when we talk, I just love our crazy, insane role playing..
We’ll forever be Team Baka Ichigo ne~ <3
Thank you Azu-chan. I really, really love you, you really are my everything! Don’t you ever forget that, I’ll always be there for you! Call me, text me, I’ll be there girl <3 <3!
AN2/ This is like a… COMPLETELY different writing style for me so I’m kind of angsty.. But I hope you like it!! Please comment and tell me what you think! <3
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It became some kind of ritual. Every morning he’d slam the alarm, get up, shower, and listen to the man whistling in front of his house before going to his work.
He lived close to the park and the whistling man always stood across the street, whistling melody’s. Happy melody’s, sad melody’s. They were never the same.
Sometimes he could recognize some of the melody’s. He heard them before on the radio.
Sometimes he couldn’t. Then he wanted to go and ask the man what song it was, but he didn’t go. He didn’t want to interrupt the beautiful whistling.
He was a coward.
This morning again. His alarm beeped.
Cursing he slammed the device shut. Pulling the covers over his ears and falling asleep again. Only to shock up ten minutes later, hurriedly looking at the alarm, and feeling relieved to know he didn’t overslept.
Slowly he got out of bed, undressing and walking in a slow pace to the shower. He started cold, ice-cold, to wake up, and turned up the heat as he started fantasizing. Hoping he had the courage today. But he knew he hadn’t.
The blonde-haired would never say a word to him.
He turned off the shower and dried himself, putting his clothes on. A white blouse, a few bracelets and his new jeans.
It was hot today.
His mood dropped as soon as he got into the kitchen. His coffee-maker broke. Now he had to drink the coffee powder he had for emergency cases. It was gross and with an disguised expression he walked to his window.
The man was there again. He was surrounded by people, listening to his melody’s. Some of them threw money in the small hat he had lying in front of him.
After he finished the people applauded and walked away, not looking back anymore.
But Kibum did. He kept sitting at his window, looking at the man. Seeing him getting ready for the next round.
He went to get his coat. He had to buy a new coffeemaker. With slow steps he left and closed the door behind him. He didn’t stop by the whistling man. Just continued walking. Heading to the closest shopping center.
He noticed he was humming. Not just a radio song. He was humming the song from the man. He kept humming all the way. Inside the shop he only stopped when he was with the cashier. Outside he started humming again.
This time, he stopped by the man. He was whistling his last song, and when he finished a lot of people applauded for him. Kibum applauded too.
He kept standing in front of the man, while every other person walked their path.
The whistler looked up. Right in his eyes.
“Hello.” He said.
“Hello.” Kibum answered, reaching out his hand, giving a slight bow. “I like your melody’s.”
The man took his hand and shook it, bowing slightly. “Thank you. I’m glad you like them. You live up there don’t you?” He pointed at the apartment.
“Yes I do.” Kibum eyed his coffee maker. “Do you want some coffee?”
The man nodded. “If it’s not too much work.”
“Kibum.” Kibum said when they reached his apartment. He unlocked the door and let them in. heading to the kitchen after he placed his shoes in the hall.
“Jonghyun.” The whistler answered, looking around as he followed Kibum.
Kibum pointed at the chair and Jonghyun took place. They didn’t say much. It was something like a silent conversation. Both knowing they didn’t need to talk.
Both already knew, their daily rituals would be different from now on.
Both already knew, they found a new friend.
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AN/ So tell me!! It’s bad isn’t it?? T_T I wanted to write a JongKey for such a long time now. And I did it!! Though, they’re not a pairing yet… give me critic, Negative and positive! PLEASE! *bow*