[Fanfic] According to Kibum
Kibum doesn’t quite know when he started paying more attention to Jonghyun’s actions, expressions or words; or when he started staying up later at night just to talk to Jonghyun about anything (music, life, girls, celebrities - material things: family, friends, happiness, love - important things: his sister, his parents, your cooking, SHINee - things Jonghyun couldn’t live without: your parents, performing, dancing,
him
- things you couldn’t live without).
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According to Kibum, Jonghyun’s just the right height for him.
(how he always challenges Jonghyun to reach for his hand as he stretches so as to be able to feel Jonghyun’s hand against his, rough palms, but his fingers so soft that sometimes, Kibum wonders what would happen if he just clamped his hand down and held onto Jonghyun’s hand for the rest of his life; how he challenges Jonghyun because this is the only way in which Kibum can be so close to Jonghyun as to be able to admire him, study him, remember him).
Kibum’s pretty sure that even though everyone says Minho’s a great listener, he’s never met anybody who’s as great as Jonghyun is: whether it be about the happenings of that evening (“Aigoo, Onew broke another plate today: then again, I guess it wasn’t his fault he slipped”) or whether it was just another reason to rant (“Can you believe he did that?! How could Jun Pyo just be so cold to Jan Di?!”), Kibum couldn’t help but pour out his heart to Jonghyun every night (and maybe, he thinks to himself, that was where he got it wrong).
Kibum’s not certain when Jonghyun stopped holding his hand: he’s not sure when Jonghyun stopped bugging him in the kitchen, desperate for Kibum to feed him a spoonful of whatever he was cooking. Kibum doesn’t know when Jonghyun stopped making silly faces at him, stopped talking to him about silly things, stopped hugging him, arms around the waist, arms around his neck. Kibum doesn’t know when he began to notice Jonghyun doing these same actions to Onew.
Kibum doesn’t know when Jonghyun stopped loving him and started loving Onew.
Kibum’s pretty sure of two things:
number one, he hates Jonghyun, but for all the wrong reasons: he hates how Jonghyun used to make his heart skip a beat whenever the older boy used to accidently brush his fingers against the younger’s arms, hands, neck (how this is still the same): he hates the way Jonghyun used to be able to bring a blush about his face whenever he whispered a little too closely to Kibum’s ear: he hates the way Jonghyun’s got a hold of his heart without even realizing (even though Kibum lost his hold on the latter’s so long ago).
number two, and yet, as much as Kibum thinks, knows, goddamit, is certain, that he hates Jonghyun, he loves the way Jonghyun smells - so delicately masculine that sometimes Kibum wonders how on earth you can conjure up something as amazing as that (and God, Kibum knows how difficult it is to imagine this). Kibum loves Jonghyun’s expressions - eyes so big that Kibum could lose himself in them too easily, furrowed eyebrows so focused on concentration it makes Kibum giggle (yes, giggle) and a smile so bright, so sincere, so real that it just, simply, blows Kibum away.
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There’s only one thing that Kibum is absolutely, positively, 100% certain of:
he’s utterly in love with the person Kim Jonghyun.
(and that last thought, right there? That just breaks his heart)
This is supposed to be a 2 chapter thing, but, I guess it could be a one-shot? I may or may not leave it like this :|
him
- things you couldn’t live without).
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According to Kibum, Jonghyun’s just the right height for him.
(how he always challenges Jonghyun to reach for his hand as he stretches so as to be able to feel Jonghyun’s hand against his, rough palms, but his fingers so soft that sometimes, Kibum wonders what would happen if he just clamped his hand down and held onto Jonghyun’s hand for the rest of his life; how he challenges Jonghyun because this is the only way in which Kibum can be so close to Jonghyun as to be able to admire him, study him, remember him).
Kibum’s pretty sure that even though everyone says Minho’s a great listener, he’s never met anybody who’s as great as Jonghyun is: whether it be about the happenings of that evening (“Aigoo, Onew broke another plate today: then again, I guess it wasn’t his fault he slipped”) or whether it was just another reason to rant (“Can you believe he did that?! How could Jun Pyo just be so cold to Jan Di?!”), Kibum couldn’t help but pour out his heart to Jonghyun every night (and maybe, he thinks to himself, that was where he got it wrong).
Kibum’s not certain when Jonghyun stopped holding his hand: he’s not sure when Jonghyun stopped bugging him in the kitchen, desperate for Kibum to feed him a spoonful of whatever he was cooking. Kibum doesn’t know when Jonghyun stopped making silly faces at him, stopped talking to him about silly things, stopped hugging him, arms around the waist, arms around his neck. Kibum doesn’t know when he began to notice Jonghyun doing these same actions to Onew.
Kibum doesn’t know when Jonghyun stopped loving him and started loving Onew.
Kibum’s pretty sure of two things:
number one, he hates Jonghyun, but for all the wrong reasons: he hates how Jonghyun used to make his heart skip a beat whenever the older boy used to accidently brush his fingers against the younger’s arms, hands, neck (how this is still the same): he hates the way Jonghyun used to be able to bring a blush about his face whenever he whispered a little too closely to Kibum’s ear: he hates the way Jonghyun’s got a hold of his heart without even realizing (even though Kibum lost his hold on the latter’s so long ago).
number two, and yet, as much as Kibum thinks, knows, goddamit, is certain, that he hates Jonghyun, he loves the way Jonghyun smells - so delicately masculine that sometimes Kibum wonders how on earth you can conjure up something as amazing as that (and God, Kibum knows how difficult it is to imagine this). Kibum loves Jonghyun’s expressions - eyes so big that Kibum could lose himself in them too easily, furrowed eyebrows so focused on concentration it makes Kibum giggle (yes, giggle) and a smile so bright, so sincere, so real that it just, simply, blows Kibum away.
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There’s only one thing that Kibum is absolutely, positively, 100% certain of:
he’s utterly in love with the person Kim Jonghyun.
(and that last thought, right there? That just breaks his heart)
This is supposed to be a 2 chapter thing, but, I guess it could be a one-shot? I may or may not leave it like this :|