Jonghyun/You series
Title: When It Started
Pairing: Jonghyun/You
Rating: G and R
Author: allidesu911
Genre: romance ??
Author's Note: Buhhhhh. Hi! sorry for the long break. I wrote these forever ago and have been uber lazy and not posting them. So I figured I would post them now. The second one is kind of long. And on a side note this is the piano part I thought of you playing. Please listen, it's amazing http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=a9XeOrZ-W3s
Summmary: This is your flashback. Flashback to the day, well night, it started,
You couldn’t get that image out of your mind. Him on top of that girl. They looked like a pair of wildebeests and it made your stomach turn. Your girlfriend had been in the right place at the right time and snapped that photo so you would finally know what kind of scum your boyfriend really was. It wasn’t worth the aggravation anymore, and you had taken care of it, so why were you so distracted at the moment.
“WAH I WON!” Taemin screeched, rolling on his back, feet flailing in excitement, his hand still clinging to the Xbox controller.
Minho threw his controller at Onew and stood up from his seat on the floor, next to Taemin, with the frog-ish frown on his face. “You cheated,” he sulked, waiting for the leader to move before plopping into Onew’s armchair.
Onew laughed as he sat down next to the makanae, “Don’t be a sore loser, Minho. Minnie never wins.” Minho just squinted his eyes and stared at the television screen.
You could hear and see what was going on around you, but nothing was really registering. You could feel Jonghyun staring at you from his seat next to you on the couch, but it didn’t make a difference, your mind was wrapping around itself in anger and disgust as you sat sideways with your back to the armrest. Key was the next one to notice something was off after he had stopped laughing at the sight of Onew and Taemin kicking at each other while bobbing back and forth with their controllers. He stared at you, then looked at Jonghyun, the hyung just shrugged his shoulders in worry, signaling he was oblivious to the reason for your mood. He laid back against your knees that were propped on the couch you were laying on, your head laid heavily on the armrest as you stared at the ceiling not really noticing how rigid your mood was making him.
BZZZZZZZZZ. You could feel the vibration in your pocket, but made no move to answer the cell phone. BZZZZZZZ. Jonghyun sat back up and stared at you, you could feel Key’s eyes on you again as well. BZZZZZ. Key sighed, “Chica,” he called out to you in his pet name, but you didn’t notice. He got up angrily from his chair and stood next to you. “Chica!” he yelled causing you and the rest of the room to jump to attention. Minho, Onew, and Taemin gaped at the two of you from behind Key’s back, the only sounds that could be heard in the room was the screeching of virtual tires as the characters careened out of control on the television screen.. Without turning Key told them, “Go back to your game guys.”
They made no move to do such a thing until Key shifted his weight. Minho, seeing that small move as a signal that the umma was going to turn around, jumped Onew, snatching the controller from his hands. “My turn! I call a rematch!” he laughed as he literally sat on Onew and started the game again.
“I wasn’t finished!” Onew yelled smacking Minho in the back as he wrestled the younger off of his lap.
“What the hell was that for?” you asked indignantly.
“Give me the phone,” Key ordered plainly, hand outstretched, the other resting on his hip.
“Why? And that wasn’t an answer,” you snap back. Key may have been the Diva but you were a girl, and could hold your own.
“Why wouldn’t you answer it?” he asked cockily, still not giving you an answer.
Jonghyun was taking all of the scenario in and couldn’t take it any more, “What the hell is going on?”
You didn’t acknowledge Jonghyun’s plea for an answer and continued to glare at Key who was still hovering over you, “Because I know who it is and I don’t want to talk to them. What business is it of yours?”
Key’s attitudinal glare intensified as he folded his arms against his chest and turned, with a snap of the neck, to Jonghyun, “Chica, here, broke up with her boyfriend tonight. I want her to stay here so he won’t bother her, but she keeps refusing.”
“You are still mad about that?” you ask in cocky disbelief.
The room turned silent with the pause of the video game in the background before Key started in again. “I was almost knocked out by a flying shoe!” Key flailed while yelling, “The least you could do is stay here so you don’t have to fling things at him for the rest of the night, because obviously he isn’t going to leave you alone!”
Jonghyun just stared blankly at you. He shook his head as if he had just processed Key’s words, “But why won’t you stay?”
“That’s what I want to know,” Key snapped, whipping back to you.
“So that’s who keeps calling,” you hear from behind Key’s silhouette. The voice was Minho’s.
“Is that true, Noona?” you hear Taemin peep from behind Key.
“Better off, I hated that loser,” Onew says before the game start up drowns out the silence.
“Have I ever told you that I hate you?” you ask the rhetorical question with another glare. BZZZZZZ. The phone goes off loudly in your pocket again.
“That’s it!” Key snaps before pouncing you. Jonghyun scrambles out of the way to the safety of the opposite end of the couch as limbs tangle and flail.
Minho watched the struggle with Jonghyun, now being the odd man out from the video game again. “Tickle her! Fighting won’t win, hyung!” he yelled over the brawl.
“God damn you, Minho!” you yell between fits of involuntary laughter. Your feet kick and you squirm without any target, your only aim is to get free from the tickle hold of death.
You see the battle as lost when Key’s free hand is shoved in your pocket and wrapped around your phone. You refuse to give up without a fight, and grab a hold of the satanic tickling fiend, sinking your teeth into his skin as any self respecting girl would do in a cat fight. Key yelped in pain as he jumped backwards and landed on Jonghyun. “Jesus, girl!” Key whined loudly, rubbing the abused flesh on his arm.
“Why won’t you just stay, Noona?” Taemin asked over his shoulder while shoving Onew to the side, his teeth holding his tongue out of the side of his mouth in concentration.
You continue to glare at Key, “Because I don’t need a babysitter. I can take care of myself.”
“We know that, but we worry,” Jonghyun said with a sad look that caught you off guard and broke your bitch stare. You had to hold in a laugh as he struggled to shove Key off.
Key flipped the hair out of his face and plopped on the couch between you and Jonghyun, “Yeah, and if I hadn’t randomly came to walk you here, he probably would have been still sitting outside of your dorm.”
“What?” Jonghyun asked, obviously not knowing the whole story.
“They were in the middle of breaking up, loudly, while I was walking in,” Key said now glaring at your phone in his hands as if it was your ex-boyfriend itself.
Minho lounged in the chair, now fully enthralled in conversation rather than the game. “What happened,” he asked with an air of caution in his voice, silently asking whether or not it is okay to ask.
You sigh and plop your head back against the armrest, “He cheated on me, and I don’t think this was the first time.” You can only see Jonghyun’s gawk and Minho’s flamingly angered look from the corner of your eye as Key continued to stare at the cell phone.
The room is silent for what seems like an eternity, you would give anything to have someone say something. BZZZZZZZ, the phone goes off again. Anything but that, you think, burying your face in your hands while growling angrily in your throat at the entire situation.
Before Key can even think of hitting the answer button, Minho jumped and snatched the phone from Key’s hands. Making a dash for the exit, he yells over his shoulder, “I will handle this,” silencing any hope of your protest.
“If you are staying, Noona, come play me. I am on fire tonight,” Taemin says innocently as he does a small victory dance from the ground.
You can only laugh at the scene. Onew sulking at the devastation his player is in on the screen, Taemin bouncing up and down with his legs still folded, and the fact that Taemin just said he was on fire was too much to handle at the odd moment. You laugh, “I am not staying, Minnie.”
Onew stood up and made his way for the same exit Minho left out of, “We are barricading you in now. You have no choice.”
“I will go get you Pj’s!” Key smiles, popping up happily and disappearing behind you.
You could only shake your head, there was nothing else you could fathom to do at the moment. The next thing you know, Jonghyun was pulling your legs and putting them back into their propped up position on the couch. Flopping a pillow against your shins, Jonghyun rested his back against them and leaned his head backwards against your knees. Smiling at you he says, “No point in fighting it, you won’t get out of here alive,” and he pulls his head back to look at Onew walking back through the living room with orange juice.
You sigh heavily as you hear the front door open and close, no doubt in your mind that it was Minho dealing some form of threat to the idiot that would soon be out of your life. “Toss me the controller, Min-ah,” you say in defeat before Taemin yelped in excitement. You could feel the chuckle from Jonghyun that matched the one your ears could hear, and couldn’t help but smile. “Alright,” you say pressing the start button, “I take no prisoners, Minnie, remember that.”
“Bring it on,” you can hear the grin in Taemin’s voice. Your fingers frantically shift the analog sticks controlling your virtual racer while you try and ignore the circles that Jonghyun’s finger seems to be drawing on your ankle.
Mmmmmmm, you groan. Dark shapes and figures came in focus as you realized you were still on the couch in the boy’s dorm. The sound of drips and drops were coming from somewhere. You groaned again as your legs ached but you weren’t able to move them, there seemed to be something weighing them in place. Your hand reached down to look for the heavy object and your fingers entwined in hair. Oh yeah, Jonghyun. He was asleep with his head buried in the crook of your knees. You laughed and turned to look at the room. Key was asleep in the armchair on the left, wrapped in a throw blanket. Onew and Taemin were sprawled on the floor in front of the, still on, television. Controllers laid between them, and Taemin seemed to have pulled a blanket off of Onew; seeing as he was cocooned in it and dubu seemed to be fighting to keep his right leg, only, beneath it. Minho was in the armchair that sat behind your head, he was sprawled out horizontally across the vertically reclined armchair.
You had to get up, not only was your mouth as dry as cotton, you new you wouldn’t be able to move in the morning if you didn’t stretch. Sitting up, you threw the hood over your head and the zipper towards your neck on the sweatshirt Key had given you. It was Jonghyun’s but that didn’t make a difference to Key. You slowly wiggled yourself out of Jonghyun’s vice grip and your feet rejoiced at the feel of the cold floor. It was almost too easy to tip toe towards the kitchen in the dark; you had to hold in a laugh at how many girls would die to be in your position that you were fighting against tooth and nail a couple of hours ago. That same laugh was fighting its way out as you pulled a glass from the cupboard and Pikachu stared back at you. Dorks, you chuckled in your head while turning on the tap.
The water felt like liquid heaven as it brought life back to your taste buds. The dripping sound was louder in the kitchen and you looked towards the sliding glass patio doors that sat behind the kitchen table. It’s raining you idiot, you told yourself as you moved towards the entry way. You hands slid against the cold pane and slid the door open just wide enough for your hand while you continued to sip shamelessly from the pokemon adorned glass.
“What are you doing?” You jumped so violently your bare toe met the side of the glass pane with large force.
“Gah!” you yelped in pain, scrambling to keep your glass from hitting the floor seeing as you almost flung it straight in the air.
“Woah, woah. It’s just me,” came the voice as you felt hands grab your sides to help you balance as you hopped on your abused foot to fight off the pain.
You looked up to see blonde bangs hanging in the front of Jonghyun’s eyes as he tried to steady you. You gained your bearings before shoving him in the chest with your free hand, “Don’t sneak up on people like that at three in the morning!” You regretted being so snippy seconds after but were surprised when he just laughed and pulled himself back in front of you. You brang the glass to your lips as you turned towards the window again. “Sorry,” you whisper against the container, “You scared me.”
Jonghyhun stood at your side, facing the rainy view with his arms crossed against his chest. With a laugh he smiled, “Yeah, I figured.” After a few minutes of silence and staring out the window, he continued, “So what are you doing?”
“Couldn’t sleep,” you respond plainly.
“Mmmm,” he mumbled, he scratched his head as he turned around, “I will be right back. Bathroom.”
You laugh once and nod your head. The breeze of the wet air reminded you that the door was open. After sliding it closed, and deciding that it took longer for Jonghyun to go to the bathroom than a girl, you walked out into the dorm building hallway. Shuffling down this way and that, you passed dance studios, recording booths, other dorms, and janitor’s closets.
A couple minutes of mindless wandering brought you back into the hall that led to the boy’s dorm and you paused at the small door you missed. Your fingers grazed over the cool wood before you turned the door knob and slid in. The smell of paper and cologne filled your nostrils as you stood their and inhaled deeply. You remembered this room, but it had been ages since you had been in it. Your fingertips ruffled against the tips of sheets of paper that sat on musician stands here and there. The moon cascaded enough light in through the panoramic window that made up the far wall, even with the rain. It lit the faces of posters and pictures that littered the walls, but most importantly, the dark wood of the piano that sat on the far right of the room.
You smiled before walking over to it gingerly like you were approaching a long lost relative. How many hours had you spent at this piano with Jonghyun, and Taemin sitting on the floor just listening? You sighed as your hand disturbed the dust on the key lid, that’s how long it had been. You could only feel disappointed in yourself for letting that ex asshole take up all of your free time. It was your fault for letting that happen. No one else’s.
You sat at the bench and set the empty cup, you were still carrying, down a top the piano. Slowly you lifted the lid to the keys and stared at the ivory in the moonlight. There they sat waiting, perfectly dust free and unharmed. How long had it been since you actually played? Just sat down and played to free your mind? You couldn’t remember, being busy with work, school, and more dominantly the ex idiot; playing just hadn’t happened. The ivory felt cool to touch as your fingertips grazed keys. Well, this would end that streak of solitude right here and now. The boys slept like logs anyway. As the cold of the keys turned to warmth beneath your touch, you smiled at how everything was left untouched on the piano. Looking up you could see sheet music still sitting in the rack, and as if you had been there yesterday, it sat there with the same title of the last song you remember working on. Jonghyun could never play the piano as fluently as you. He may know notes, you never bothered to learn, but all you needed was a melody and he could write it down to paper. It seemed like so long ago you had been sitting here with him, but in reality it was only about six months. You laughed at your self, only six months. Might as well be a year.
You inhaled deeply, closing your eyes, and pressed down on the note that swirled in your cerebrum. As your fingers continued to slide up and down the keys, relief flew threw your entire being. Fingers began to move on their own and the melodies soared in the air around you. Weight was lifted from your mind as the tune began to speed up and escalate in tempo. Your mind no longer thought coherently, all you knew was the feeling of being free in this very moment, the beautiful sound of the piano as it told your story you no longer knew, and the emotion that began to well up in your eyes. Tears involuntarily found their way out of your clenched eyelids and the melody swarmed around your head dizzingly as the tempo increased again and the notes fell to more intricate patterns. You knew nothing else at that moment other than this, until a door faintly clicking shut startled you out of your possessed state.
You froze and gasped in air, your fingers still pressed on keys, and tears still staining your face. You snapped your head towards the door to see Jonghyun shyly standing against it. He smiled apologetically and said quietly, “Please, don’t stop.”
Normally you wouldn’t have continued. You would have wiped the tears from your face and laughed at how idiotic you were being, but not tonight. You did smile and wipe the tears from your face while looking back at the piano, but this was out of happiness. You were yourself again, not something someone else wanted you to be. So you ignored it as Jonghyun walked cautiously towards you from the doorway. It was only Jonghyun, after all.
Another deep inhale, and you picked up where you had left off. Quickly you were lost in the song that you felt, you didn’t even know what it was, it was never planned, you had never even heard it before. But you played and played with your entire soul, without any inhibitions. You only faltered for a millisecond as hands gripped your shoulders and the warmth of a body was pressed against your back. It was amazingly comforting the way the presence changed the tune. You leaned back against Jonghyun, letting your head fall against his ribs and felt his fingers pull through your hair. The pair of you stayed this way for a long while as he listened to the music swell and fall, breathed in your scent and massaged what little tension you had in your shoulders away. You simply let the feeling of liquid fire move your fingertips across the keys without thought.
Suddenly your body became tired and the melody slowed. It swirled as if it were descending a spiral staircase and floated beautifully through your ears. Falling to a gentle stop, the music seemed to almost ring in the air. Your fingers stayed on the keys of the last note and your head fell forward. Jonghyun’s hand gripped your shoulders lovingly as he said quietly, “I think Dora missed you.” The pair of you had named the piano Dora ages ago.
Tears began pouring from your eyes and you couldn’t stop them. You mentally begged them to stop, wait till you were home, but they wouldn’t listen. Thinking you weren’t sobbing aloud, you were proved wrong as Jonghyun stooped down and wrapped his arms tightly around your chest and buried his face in your hair. This didn’t help the tears stop one bit, but you couldn’t tell him to go away so you just held his arms with your hands and continued to beg the tears to reason with you.
They didn’t at first, but before you knew it, you were dragged to your feet and Jonghyun clenched you against his chest. The tears froze then, possibly due to shock, you never really figured out why. But you didn’t protest, you just wrapped your arms around his waist and buried your face into his neck. The presence was comforting, and it had forced the tears to stop you couldn’t complain either way.
His chin drew down and you could feel hot breath against your ear. “You do know you are better off without him,” he more said than asked. “Yes,” you whispered, “But it doesn’t make it hurt less. I didn’t think it would hurt this much at all.”
You could feel his body tense and he used his chin to push you in closer to him. You didn’t protest. “I will kill him if I ever see him again,” he hissed at the air behind you.
You laughed out loud, you didn’t mean to, but nothing seemed to be listening to you tonight anyway. Jonghyun pulled back and stared at you as you waved your hands in front of your face in apology. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to laugh,” you inhaled deeply and put on a straight face, “I meant you won’t, you’ll leave him alone. Because he is not worth it.’
His brow was furrowed in confusion and hurt, because of the obvious blow to his pride you accidently just made. “I can’t just let him walk away if I see him,” he said as if it were nothing.
You face stayed till as stone in its seriousness. “You can and you will. It will ruin you, not him, if you did anything. Don’t be stupid,” you commanded not caring whether he would get mad or not, it was for his own good.
The same look of confusion plastered his face as you felt his arms leave you. His hands quickly shot to the sides of your face and held you still. You didn’t really make a move to object, but just stared at him while his thumbs wiped the residue of sobs from your face. It was beginning to feel a little odd and you did make a motion to shake his hands off but he just pinched your chin between his thumb and forefinger and brought you back to his gaze. “What,” you mumbled the best you could within your restraints. You swiped at his hands but he wouldn't release you, "Come on, I probably look like a drowned rat."
He stooped lower and held your gaze with a laugh. “Would you hit me?” he asked with a coy look upon his face.
You were confused and wriggled from his pinching grip. He didn’t move back, so you stayed put seeing as he did let you go. “One, I don’t understand. Two, it depends on the situation: yes, maybe or no.”
He smiled, “Well, then I know my odds.”
In a flash his hand was behind your head keeping you from peddling backwards like you were trying to do, and his lips crashed against yours. The only thing you could fathom to do was to wave your arms frantically at your sides for a moment before he wrapped his free arm around your waist and pulled you against his body. You gripped his neck and arm, that held your waist, gingerly. His lips fell from yours and you made way to take in a breath of air and start throwing a fit, but he quickly locked lips again. This time your mouth had been open in mid bellow and Jonghyun took it as an invitation to let his tongue slide in.
Suddenly all thought process was gone and you groaned into his mouth, returning the kiss he had forced on you. You could feel the smile on his face as pulled you closer and he felt you wrap your arms around his neck. The taste of him was dizzying, you couldn’t tell if it was that post-breakup desire to be wanted that made it so good or not. But at that moment you could care less.
His tongue left yours and you whimpered at the loss of the sensation. Jonghyun seemed to be making a move to pull away, but you were having none of it at that point in time. You took his lower lip gently between your teeth and pulled him back towards you. He responded with a throaty moan as his lips feverishly crashed back into yours and his hands left your waist to pull you in tightly, a hand clasped against each of your ass cheeks.
Things began to escalate as your hands left his neck and began to push up his shirt, the sensation of him latching onto you and the feel of his abdomen muscles driving you crazy. You wouldn’t even have noticed that the pair of you had shoved the piano bench out of the way behind you if they keys hadn’t echoed an out of tune sonic boom as you collided with them.
Jonghyun hoisted you up onto the piano, taking a second to smile at you as you grabbed fist fulls of his shirt and pulled him back to you. He sucked on your lower lip while he hooked one of your legs around his back. You laughed into his mouth as you ran your fingernails through his hair and pulled his waist against yours with a tug of his waistband; eliciting another deep moan from Jjong.
Your mind quickly came careening back to reality as you heard voices in the hallway. “…The hell was that noise?” it was Key. “It sounded like the piano,” that was Minnie.
“Shit!” “Fuck!” you both hissed as you flung apart and began to straighten yourselves out.
At the nick of time the doorknob clicked and Key stuck his head in the door with a flashlight guiding his way. “Guys? Is that you?” he asked shining the light in your faces. You were now half a room apart, hoping that it didn't make things to obvious.
You both reach up to use your arms as shields for the luminescence. “Yeah, it’s us. Did we wake you?” you asked.
Taemin’s face appeared above Key’s in the ajar door. “What are you guys doing in here? It’s late.”
You could hear Jonghyun gulp and jumped to answer, “Couldn’t sleep, sorry.”
“Were you beating the piano with a baseball bat?”
You had to hold in a series of snickers and even Jonghyun had to laugh at the irony. “No, I fell and grabbed at the keys, you know I can’t see well in the dark” Jonghyun fumbled.
Key pushed Taemin off of his back with an agitated sigh, “Whatever, let’s go back to sleep. It’s three in the morning.”
You both smiled at each other awkwardly, Jonghyun scratched his head nervously as he waited for you to go first, and you filed out of the door behind Umma.
Pairing: Jonghyun/You
Rating: G and R
Author: allidesu911
Genre: romance ??
Author's Note: Buhhhhh. Hi! sorry for the long break. I wrote these forever ago and have been uber lazy and not posting them. So I figured I would post them now. The second one is kind of long. And on a side note this is the piano part I thought of you playing. Please listen, it's amazing http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=a9XeOrZ-W3s
Summmary: This is your flashback. Flashback to the day, well night, it started,
You couldn’t get that image out of your mind. Him on top of that girl. They looked like a pair of wildebeests and it made your stomach turn. Your girlfriend had been in the right place at the right time and snapped that photo so you would finally know what kind of scum your boyfriend really was. It wasn’t worth the aggravation anymore, and you had taken care of it, so why were you so distracted at the moment.
“WAH I WON!” Taemin screeched, rolling on his back, feet flailing in excitement, his hand still clinging to the Xbox controller.
Minho threw his controller at Onew and stood up from his seat on the floor, next to Taemin, with the frog-ish frown on his face. “You cheated,” he sulked, waiting for the leader to move before plopping into Onew’s armchair.
Onew laughed as he sat down next to the makanae, “Don’t be a sore loser, Minho. Minnie never wins.” Minho just squinted his eyes and stared at the television screen.
You could hear and see what was going on around you, but nothing was really registering. You could feel Jonghyun staring at you from his seat next to you on the couch, but it didn’t make a difference, your mind was wrapping around itself in anger and disgust as you sat sideways with your back to the armrest. Key was the next one to notice something was off after he had stopped laughing at the sight of Onew and Taemin kicking at each other while bobbing back and forth with their controllers. He stared at you, then looked at Jonghyun, the hyung just shrugged his shoulders in worry, signaling he was oblivious to the reason for your mood. He laid back against your knees that were propped on the couch you were laying on, your head laid heavily on the armrest as you stared at the ceiling not really noticing how rigid your mood was making him.
BZZZZZZZZZ. You could feel the vibration in your pocket, but made no move to answer the cell phone. BZZZZZZZ. Jonghyun sat back up and stared at you, you could feel Key’s eyes on you again as well. BZZZZZ. Key sighed, “Chica,” he called out to you in his pet name, but you didn’t notice. He got up angrily from his chair and stood next to you. “Chica!” he yelled causing you and the rest of the room to jump to attention. Minho, Onew, and Taemin gaped at the two of you from behind Key’s back, the only sounds that could be heard in the room was the screeching of virtual tires as the characters careened out of control on the television screen.. Without turning Key told them, “Go back to your game guys.”
They made no move to do such a thing until Key shifted his weight. Minho, seeing that small move as a signal that the umma was going to turn around, jumped Onew, snatching the controller from his hands. “My turn! I call a rematch!” he laughed as he literally sat on Onew and started the game again.
“I wasn’t finished!” Onew yelled smacking Minho in the back as he wrestled the younger off of his lap.
“What the hell was that for?” you asked indignantly.
“Give me the phone,” Key ordered plainly, hand outstretched, the other resting on his hip.
“Why? And that wasn’t an answer,” you snap back. Key may have been the Diva but you were a girl, and could hold your own.
“Why wouldn’t you answer it?” he asked cockily, still not giving you an answer.
Jonghyun was taking all of the scenario in and couldn’t take it any more, “What the hell is going on?”
You didn’t acknowledge Jonghyun’s plea for an answer and continued to glare at Key who was still hovering over you, “Because I know who it is and I don’t want to talk to them. What business is it of yours?”
Key’s attitudinal glare intensified as he folded his arms against his chest and turned, with a snap of the neck, to Jonghyun, “Chica, here, broke up with her boyfriend tonight. I want her to stay here so he won’t bother her, but she keeps refusing.”
“You are still mad about that?” you ask in cocky disbelief.
The room turned silent with the pause of the video game in the background before Key started in again. “I was almost knocked out by a flying shoe!” Key flailed while yelling, “The least you could do is stay here so you don’t have to fling things at him for the rest of the night, because obviously he isn’t going to leave you alone!”
Jonghyun just stared blankly at you. He shook his head as if he had just processed Key’s words, “But why won’t you stay?”
“That’s what I want to know,” Key snapped, whipping back to you.
“So that’s who keeps calling,” you hear from behind Key’s silhouette. The voice was Minho’s.
“Is that true, Noona?” you hear Taemin peep from behind Key.
“Better off, I hated that loser,” Onew says before the game start up drowns out the silence.
“Have I ever told you that I hate you?” you ask the rhetorical question with another glare. BZZZZZZ. The phone goes off loudly in your pocket again.
“That’s it!” Key snaps before pouncing you. Jonghyun scrambles out of the way to the safety of the opposite end of the couch as limbs tangle and flail.
Minho watched the struggle with Jonghyun, now being the odd man out from the video game again. “Tickle her! Fighting won’t win, hyung!” he yelled over the brawl.
“God damn you, Minho!” you yell between fits of involuntary laughter. Your feet kick and you squirm without any target, your only aim is to get free from the tickle hold of death.
You see the battle as lost when Key’s free hand is shoved in your pocket and wrapped around your phone. You refuse to give up without a fight, and grab a hold of the satanic tickling fiend, sinking your teeth into his skin as any self respecting girl would do in a cat fight. Key yelped in pain as he jumped backwards and landed on Jonghyun. “Jesus, girl!” Key whined loudly, rubbing the abused flesh on his arm.
“Why won’t you just stay, Noona?” Taemin asked over his shoulder while shoving Onew to the side, his teeth holding his tongue out of the side of his mouth in concentration.
You continue to glare at Key, “Because I don’t need a babysitter. I can take care of myself.”
“We know that, but we worry,” Jonghyun said with a sad look that caught you off guard and broke your bitch stare. You had to hold in a laugh as he struggled to shove Key off.
Key flipped the hair out of his face and plopped on the couch between you and Jonghyun, “Yeah, and if I hadn’t randomly came to walk you here, he probably would have been still sitting outside of your dorm.”
“What?” Jonghyun asked, obviously not knowing the whole story.
“They were in the middle of breaking up, loudly, while I was walking in,” Key said now glaring at your phone in his hands as if it was your ex-boyfriend itself.
Minho lounged in the chair, now fully enthralled in conversation rather than the game. “What happened,” he asked with an air of caution in his voice, silently asking whether or not it is okay to ask.
You sigh and plop your head back against the armrest, “He cheated on me, and I don’t think this was the first time.” You can only see Jonghyun’s gawk and Minho’s flamingly angered look from the corner of your eye as Key continued to stare at the cell phone.
The room is silent for what seems like an eternity, you would give anything to have someone say something. BZZZZZZZ, the phone goes off again. Anything but that, you think, burying your face in your hands while growling angrily in your throat at the entire situation.
Before Key can even think of hitting the answer button, Minho jumped and snatched the phone from Key’s hands. Making a dash for the exit, he yells over his shoulder, “I will handle this,” silencing any hope of your protest.
“If you are staying, Noona, come play me. I am on fire tonight,” Taemin says innocently as he does a small victory dance from the ground.
You can only laugh at the scene. Onew sulking at the devastation his player is in on the screen, Taemin bouncing up and down with his legs still folded, and the fact that Taemin just said he was on fire was too much to handle at the odd moment. You laugh, “I am not staying, Minnie.”
Onew stood up and made his way for the same exit Minho left out of, “We are barricading you in now. You have no choice.”
“I will go get you Pj’s!” Key smiles, popping up happily and disappearing behind you.
You could only shake your head, there was nothing else you could fathom to do at the moment. The next thing you know, Jonghyun was pulling your legs and putting them back into their propped up position on the couch. Flopping a pillow against your shins, Jonghyun rested his back against them and leaned his head backwards against your knees. Smiling at you he says, “No point in fighting it, you won’t get out of here alive,” and he pulls his head back to look at Onew walking back through the living room with orange juice.
You sigh heavily as you hear the front door open and close, no doubt in your mind that it was Minho dealing some form of threat to the idiot that would soon be out of your life. “Toss me the controller, Min-ah,” you say in defeat before Taemin yelped in excitement. You could feel the chuckle from Jonghyun that matched the one your ears could hear, and couldn’t help but smile. “Alright,” you say pressing the start button, “I take no prisoners, Minnie, remember that.”
“Bring it on,” you can hear the grin in Taemin’s voice. Your fingers frantically shift the analog sticks controlling your virtual racer while you try and ignore the circles that Jonghyun’s finger seems to be drawing on your ankle.
Mmmmmmm, you groan. Dark shapes and figures came in focus as you realized you were still on the couch in the boy’s dorm. The sound of drips and drops were coming from somewhere. You groaned again as your legs ached but you weren’t able to move them, there seemed to be something weighing them in place. Your hand reached down to look for the heavy object and your fingers entwined in hair. Oh yeah, Jonghyun. He was asleep with his head buried in the crook of your knees. You laughed and turned to look at the room. Key was asleep in the armchair on the left, wrapped in a throw blanket. Onew and Taemin were sprawled on the floor in front of the, still on, television. Controllers laid between them, and Taemin seemed to have pulled a blanket off of Onew; seeing as he was cocooned in it and dubu seemed to be fighting to keep his right leg, only, beneath it. Minho was in the armchair that sat behind your head, he was sprawled out horizontally across the vertically reclined armchair.
You had to get up, not only was your mouth as dry as cotton, you new you wouldn’t be able to move in the morning if you didn’t stretch. Sitting up, you threw the hood over your head and the zipper towards your neck on the sweatshirt Key had given you. It was Jonghyun’s but that didn’t make a difference to Key. You slowly wiggled yourself out of Jonghyun’s vice grip and your feet rejoiced at the feel of the cold floor. It was almost too easy to tip toe towards the kitchen in the dark; you had to hold in a laugh at how many girls would die to be in your position that you were fighting against tooth and nail a couple of hours ago. That same laugh was fighting its way out as you pulled a glass from the cupboard and Pikachu stared back at you. Dorks, you chuckled in your head while turning on the tap.
The water felt like liquid heaven as it brought life back to your taste buds. The dripping sound was louder in the kitchen and you looked towards the sliding glass patio doors that sat behind the kitchen table. It’s raining you idiot, you told yourself as you moved towards the entry way. You hands slid against the cold pane and slid the door open just wide enough for your hand while you continued to sip shamelessly from the pokemon adorned glass.
“What are you doing?” You jumped so violently your bare toe met the side of the glass pane with large force.
“Gah!” you yelped in pain, scrambling to keep your glass from hitting the floor seeing as you almost flung it straight in the air.
“Woah, woah. It’s just me,” came the voice as you felt hands grab your sides to help you balance as you hopped on your abused foot to fight off the pain.
You looked up to see blonde bangs hanging in the front of Jonghyun’s eyes as he tried to steady you. You gained your bearings before shoving him in the chest with your free hand, “Don’t sneak up on people like that at three in the morning!” You regretted being so snippy seconds after but were surprised when he just laughed and pulled himself back in front of you. You brang the glass to your lips as you turned towards the window again. “Sorry,” you whisper against the container, “You scared me.”
Jonghyhun stood at your side, facing the rainy view with his arms crossed against his chest. With a laugh he smiled, “Yeah, I figured.” After a few minutes of silence and staring out the window, he continued, “So what are you doing?”
“Couldn’t sleep,” you respond plainly.
“Mmmm,” he mumbled, he scratched his head as he turned around, “I will be right back. Bathroom.”
You laugh once and nod your head. The breeze of the wet air reminded you that the door was open. After sliding it closed, and deciding that it took longer for Jonghyun to go to the bathroom than a girl, you walked out into the dorm building hallway. Shuffling down this way and that, you passed dance studios, recording booths, other dorms, and janitor’s closets.
A couple minutes of mindless wandering brought you back into the hall that led to the boy’s dorm and you paused at the small door you missed. Your fingers grazed over the cool wood before you turned the door knob and slid in. The smell of paper and cologne filled your nostrils as you stood their and inhaled deeply. You remembered this room, but it had been ages since you had been in it. Your fingertips ruffled against the tips of sheets of paper that sat on musician stands here and there. The moon cascaded enough light in through the panoramic window that made up the far wall, even with the rain. It lit the faces of posters and pictures that littered the walls, but most importantly, the dark wood of the piano that sat on the far right of the room.
You smiled before walking over to it gingerly like you were approaching a long lost relative. How many hours had you spent at this piano with Jonghyun, and Taemin sitting on the floor just listening? You sighed as your hand disturbed the dust on the key lid, that’s how long it had been. You could only feel disappointed in yourself for letting that ex asshole take up all of your free time. It was your fault for letting that happen. No one else’s.
You sat at the bench and set the empty cup, you were still carrying, down a top the piano. Slowly you lifted the lid to the keys and stared at the ivory in the moonlight. There they sat waiting, perfectly dust free and unharmed. How long had it been since you actually played? Just sat down and played to free your mind? You couldn’t remember, being busy with work, school, and more dominantly the ex idiot; playing just hadn’t happened. The ivory felt cool to touch as your fingertips grazed keys. Well, this would end that streak of solitude right here and now. The boys slept like logs anyway. As the cold of the keys turned to warmth beneath your touch, you smiled at how everything was left untouched on the piano. Looking up you could see sheet music still sitting in the rack, and as if you had been there yesterday, it sat there with the same title of the last song you remember working on. Jonghyun could never play the piano as fluently as you. He may know notes, you never bothered to learn, but all you needed was a melody and he could write it down to paper. It seemed like so long ago you had been sitting here with him, but in reality it was only about six months. You laughed at your self, only six months. Might as well be a year.
You inhaled deeply, closing your eyes, and pressed down on the note that swirled in your cerebrum. As your fingers continued to slide up and down the keys, relief flew threw your entire being. Fingers began to move on their own and the melodies soared in the air around you. Weight was lifted from your mind as the tune began to speed up and escalate in tempo. Your mind no longer thought coherently, all you knew was the feeling of being free in this very moment, the beautiful sound of the piano as it told your story you no longer knew, and the emotion that began to well up in your eyes. Tears involuntarily found their way out of your clenched eyelids and the melody swarmed around your head dizzingly as the tempo increased again and the notes fell to more intricate patterns. You knew nothing else at that moment other than this, until a door faintly clicking shut startled you out of your possessed state.
You froze and gasped in air, your fingers still pressed on keys, and tears still staining your face. You snapped your head towards the door to see Jonghyun shyly standing against it. He smiled apologetically and said quietly, “Please, don’t stop.”
Normally you wouldn’t have continued. You would have wiped the tears from your face and laughed at how idiotic you were being, but not tonight. You did smile and wipe the tears from your face while looking back at the piano, but this was out of happiness. You were yourself again, not something someone else wanted you to be. So you ignored it as Jonghyun walked cautiously towards you from the doorway. It was only Jonghyun, after all.
Another deep inhale, and you picked up where you had left off. Quickly you were lost in the song that you felt, you didn’t even know what it was, it was never planned, you had never even heard it before. But you played and played with your entire soul, without any inhibitions. You only faltered for a millisecond as hands gripped your shoulders and the warmth of a body was pressed against your back. It was amazingly comforting the way the presence changed the tune. You leaned back against Jonghyun, letting your head fall against his ribs and felt his fingers pull through your hair. The pair of you stayed this way for a long while as he listened to the music swell and fall, breathed in your scent and massaged what little tension you had in your shoulders away. You simply let the feeling of liquid fire move your fingertips across the keys without thought.
Suddenly your body became tired and the melody slowed. It swirled as if it were descending a spiral staircase and floated beautifully through your ears. Falling to a gentle stop, the music seemed to almost ring in the air. Your fingers stayed on the keys of the last note and your head fell forward. Jonghyun’s hand gripped your shoulders lovingly as he said quietly, “I think Dora missed you.” The pair of you had named the piano Dora ages ago.
Tears began pouring from your eyes and you couldn’t stop them. You mentally begged them to stop, wait till you were home, but they wouldn’t listen. Thinking you weren’t sobbing aloud, you were proved wrong as Jonghyun stooped down and wrapped his arms tightly around your chest and buried his face in your hair. This didn’t help the tears stop one bit, but you couldn’t tell him to go away so you just held his arms with your hands and continued to beg the tears to reason with you.
They didn’t at first, but before you knew it, you were dragged to your feet and Jonghyun clenched you against his chest. The tears froze then, possibly due to shock, you never really figured out why. But you didn’t protest, you just wrapped your arms around his waist and buried your face into his neck. The presence was comforting, and it had forced the tears to stop you couldn’t complain either way.
His chin drew down and you could feel hot breath against your ear. “You do know you are better off without him,” he more said than asked. “Yes,” you whispered, “But it doesn’t make it hurt less. I didn’t think it would hurt this much at all.”
You could feel his body tense and he used his chin to push you in closer to him. You didn’t protest. “I will kill him if I ever see him again,” he hissed at the air behind you.
You laughed out loud, you didn’t mean to, but nothing seemed to be listening to you tonight anyway. Jonghyun pulled back and stared at you as you waved your hands in front of your face in apology. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to laugh,” you inhaled deeply and put on a straight face, “I meant you won’t, you’ll leave him alone. Because he is not worth it.’
His brow was furrowed in confusion and hurt, because of the obvious blow to his pride you accidently just made. “I can’t just let him walk away if I see him,” he said as if it were nothing.
You face stayed till as stone in its seriousness. “You can and you will. It will ruin you, not him, if you did anything. Don’t be stupid,” you commanded not caring whether he would get mad or not, it was for his own good.
The same look of confusion plastered his face as you felt his arms leave you. His hands quickly shot to the sides of your face and held you still. You didn’t really make a move to object, but just stared at him while his thumbs wiped the residue of sobs from your face. It was beginning to feel a little odd and you did make a motion to shake his hands off but he just pinched your chin between his thumb and forefinger and brought you back to his gaze. “What,” you mumbled the best you could within your restraints. You swiped at his hands but he wouldn't release you, "Come on, I probably look like a drowned rat."
He stooped lower and held your gaze with a laugh. “Would you hit me?” he asked with a coy look upon his face.
You were confused and wriggled from his pinching grip. He didn’t move back, so you stayed put seeing as he did let you go. “One, I don’t understand. Two, it depends on the situation: yes, maybe or no.”
He smiled, “Well, then I know my odds.”
In a flash his hand was behind your head keeping you from peddling backwards like you were trying to do, and his lips crashed against yours. The only thing you could fathom to do was to wave your arms frantically at your sides for a moment before he wrapped his free arm around your waist and pulled you against his body. You gripped his neck and arm, that held your waist, gingerly. His lips fell from yours and you made way to take in a breath of air and start throwing a fit, but he quickly locked lips again. This time your mouth had been open in mid bellow and Jonghyun took it as an invitation to let his tongue slide in.
Suddenly all thought process was gone and you groaned into his mouth, returning the kiss he had forced on you. You could feel the smile on his face as pulled you closer and he felt you wrap your arms around his neck. The taste of him was dizzying, you couldn’t tell if it was that post-breakup desire to be wanted that made it so good or not. But at that moment you could care less.
His tongue left yours and you whimpered at the loss of the sensation. Jonghyun seemed to be making a move to pull away, but you were having none of it at that point in time. You took his lower lip gently between your teeth and pulled him back towards you. He responded with a throaty moan as his lips feverishly crashed back into yours and his hands left your waist to pull you in tightly, a hand clasped against each of your ass cheeks.
Things began to escalate as your hands left his neck and began to push up his shirt, the sensation of him latching onto you and the feel of his abdomen muscles driving you crazy. You wouldn’t even have noticed that the pair of you had shoved the piano bench out of the way behind you if they keys hadn’t echoed an out of tune sonic boom as you collided with them.
Jonghyun hoisted you up onto the piano, taking a second to smile at you as you grabbed fist fulls of his shirt and pulled him back to you. He sucked on your lower lip while he hooked one of your legs around his back. You laughed into his mouth as you ran your fingernails through his hair and pulled his waist against yours with a tug of his waistband; eliciting another deep moan from Jjong.
Your mind quickly came careening back to reality as you heard voices in the hallway. “…The hell was that noise?” it was Key. “It sounded like the piano,” that was Minnie.
“Shit!” “Fuck!” you both hissed as you flung apart and began to straighten yourselves out.
At the nick of time the doorknob clicked and Key stuck his head in the door with a flashlight guiding his way. “Guys? Is that you?” he asked shining the light in your faces. You were now half a room apart, hoping that it didn't make things to obvious.
You both reach up to use your arms as shields for the luminescence. “Yeah, it’s us. Did we wake you?” you asked.
Taemin’s face appeared above Key’s in the ajar door. “What are you guys doing in here? It’s late.”
You could hear Jonghyun gulp and jumped to answer, “Couldn’t sleep, sorry.”
“Were you beating the piano with a baseball bat?”
You had to hold in a series of snickers and even Jonghyun had to laugh at the irony. “No, I fell and grabbed at the keys, you know I can’t see well in the dark” Jonghyun fumbled.
Key pushed Taemin off of his back with an agitated sigh, “Whatever, let’s go back to sleep. It’s three in the morning.”
You both smiled at each other awkwardly, Jonghyun scratched his head nervously as he waited for you to go first, and you filed out of the door behind Umma.