[series] Flat Number 49 | Chapter 3
Chapter 3; this is my FIRST KPOP AND GUYXGUY FANFIC EVER, so don't bash me and hope you enjoy!
Title: Flat Number 49
Characters: Jonghyun, Key, Taemin [SHINee]
Pairing: Jonghyun/Key & minor Taemin/Key
Genre: Comedy [hopeful attempt], AU [college]
Rating: PG-13 [swearing and sexual concepts =P]
Plot: Key discovers that living in a dorm with 2 other guys is not as normal as he imagined.
Words: 1123
A/N: This chapter has more narrative than dialogue in the 2nd half. Hope you don't mind xD
Chapters!: [01] | [ 02] |
Dear mother, your beloved son Kibum is in a non-public bathroom with another male.
“I’ll brush my teeth first,” I said quickly, hoping to escape from this bizarre situation before the toilet devils inflict a who-knows-what curse on me. I picked up my pink toothbrush and looked at the mirror to see BACKVIEW JONGHYUN TAKING OFF HIS PANTS HOLY SHIT WHY IS THIS MIRROR SO FUCKING LONG?
I successfully avoided the sight by looking up.
He flushed the toilet and proceeded to the sink as I stepped aside. “Ah,” he suddenly said. “I forgot to bring my toothbrush.”
“Well you can buy one later at the mall then,” I finished rinsing.
“But I can’t afford to have horrible breath! Can I borrow yours please Kibum?”
Thank God I wasn’t in the middle of brushing or else foam would be dispersed on his face right now. I stuttered, “Wh- wh- what?”
“Oh my teeth are perfect; they’ll never damage your toothbrush!” Jonghyun formed a large smile revealing the shining white that are his canines and other tooth types I never seemed to memorise since 5th grade.
I said, “No, you called me Kibum.”
“You don’t want me to?” He did a puppy dog face.
“It’s fine.” I presented him the pink stick. Why do I give in to this guy?
Jonghyun then put his arm around my neck and said, “Thanks Kibum, you’re awesome!”
I saw my mouth cringe in the mirror as he did that. He finally let go and I opened the door and ran out, deciding to use the mall’s public toilet instead - who knew those would be more comfortable?
-
The guy’s a fucking creep, I raged inside my head. Classes have started already and it’s my 3rd week of college. I discovered that Taemin is a nerd who goes to the library every dawn to ‘re-cap yesterday’s lecture in freshness!’ so mornings are dominated by me and Jonghyun, which is stale, which is the opposite of fresh. He also eats in the cafeteria instead of at home where I cook mouth-watering meals and goes back home just in time for dinner which is at 7:00pm. He never returns to the flat before then. I have no idea what he does - so I asked him one day and he replied “It’s a secret, hehe~” and I didn’t know whether to punch him for not being funny at all or forgive him for being disturbingly cute so I replied “OK,” and patted his head being the softy I am. Why can’t I see him more often?
As for that previous mall session, it was one of the least fabulous shopping trips out of the thousands I’ve ever gone to in my teenage years. I had hoped hard that Jonghyun would be late for the bus but exactly after I had sat down, like a creeper, the view of his lower-half appeared in front of my face and he had taken the seat next to me, gasping for breath.
“You didn’t have to go all-out just to catch this bus. There’s another one at 8:50 you know,” I had informed him.
He inhaled some air, exhaled and said, “Well I want to go on the same bus as you.”
-
I had tried to walk as far away from him as normally possible at the mall, but the guy kept clinging to me like some puppy obsessed with his owner. Well sorry Jonghyun, I’m disowning you. However, thinking hardly gets you anywhere so nothing changed about his actions. I kept frantically glancing at everyone we had passed just in case they put on a WTF MAN DATE? expression on their faces. Sure, two guys hanging out at the mall together is perfectly normal but definitely not when one of them decides to hold the other’s arm three-quarters of the time. He had looked so happy though. It was pretty tough to tell him to ‘lay off of my awesome arms, asshole’, and it’s not like I’ll ever say that to him.
Despite the disturbing skin-ship I had constantly and reluctantly received, the buying-clothes-and-accessories part actually went pretty good. Turns out Jonghyun loves leather jackets and sport wristbands and gangsta hoodies like me. Well all guys should like that stuff right? However, he had gone all the way to inviting me to try out stuff in the same changing room as him and that was kind of the last straw, so I had told him I was going home. Why? I can remember him say. There’s something bothering me, I had said in the most honesty. He had wanted to join me but I had insisted that he stay, so he did.
-
Could this be what gay guys are like? I continued raging as I rushed over to my Calculus class. Never in my life have I known a guy that seems so eager to interact with another guy before. It’s just not normal. He must be bent slightly. Or beyond slightly. Fortunately we’re not in the same classes besides for Programming where everyone has to be quiet and is seated according to the professor’s preferences (he’s three rows away from me, yes!). I got to make new friends peacefully thanks to that. Unfortunately, they’re all nerds and choose to study right after the day’s over instead of mingling over at the coffee shop a few blocks away from campus or watching a movie. Therefore I’m forced to go home every 5:30pm where Jonghyun will always, always already be there locked up in his room doing something I’m really not interested in knowing. Every few minutes before 7:00pm, he’d walk out with pearl-whites plastered on his face knowing the food I cook with all my get-away-from-me-cooties will taste scrumptious. Every 7:00pm on the dot Taemin would turn the brass knob gently and say “I’m home!” grinning sincerely, eat dinner with grace, wash all of our dishes and nod off to sleep on the couch with the TV still blaring Brainiac explosions which Jonghyun goes all wide-eyed at each time. I, being the responsible one, carry the hardworking kid on my back and place him on the bed carefully, often tucking his branchy arm under the blanket so they won’t snap off if slung by the edge.
This is a daily routine. As boring as it sounds, it sort of isn’t. I don’t know why.
I closed the door behind me and walked over to the living room to turn off the lights but Jonghyun was oddly still there, looking out the window. Without a care I turned around for my room, slightly expecting to hear him tweet good night to me but my ears could only perceive the dripping of water from the kitchen faucet.Comments are not only appreciated, but worshipped. kehkekhek
Title: Flat Number 49
Characters: Jonghyun, Key, Taemin [SHINee]
Pairing: Jonghyun/Key & minor Taemin/Key
Genre: Comedy [hopeful attempt], AU [college]
Rating: PG-13 [swearing and sexual concepts =P]
Plot: Key discovers that living in a dorm with 2 other guys is not as normal as he imagined.
Words: 1123
A/N: This chapter has more narrative than dialogue in the 2nd half. Hope you don't mind xD
Chapters!: [01] | [ 02] |
Dear mother, your beloved son Kibum is in a non-public bathroom with another male.
“I’ll brush my teeth first,” I said quickly, hoping to escape from this bizarre situation before the toilet devils inflict a who-knows-what curse on me. I picked up my pink toothbrush and looked at the mirror to see BACKVIEW JONGHYUN TAKING OFF HIS PANTS HOLY SHIT WHY IS THIS MIRROR SO FUCKING LONG?
I successfully avoided the sight by looking up.
He flushed the toilet and proceeded to the sink as I stepped aside. “Ah,” he suddenly said. “I forgot to bring my toothbrush.”
“Well you can buy one later at the mall then,” I finished rinsing.
“But I can’t afford to have horrible breath! Can I borrow yours please Kibum?”
Thank God I wasn’t in the middle of brushing or else foam would be dispersed on his face right now. I stuttered, “Wh- wh- what?”
“Oh my teeth are perfect; they’ll never damage your toothbrush!” Jonghyun formed a large smile revealing the shining white that are his canines and other tooth types I never seemed to memorise since 5th grade.
I said, “No, you called me Kibum.”
“You don’t want me to?” He did a puppy dog face.
“It’s fine.” I presented him the pink stick. Why do I give in to this guy?
Jonghyun then put his arm around my neck and said, “Thanks Kibum, you’re awesome!”
I saw my mouth cringe in the mirror as he did that. He finally let go and I opened the door and ran out, deciding to use the mall’s public toilet instead - who knew those would be more comfortable?
-
The guy’s a fucking creep, I raged inside my head. Classes have started already and it’s my 3rd week of college. I discovered that Taemin is a nerd who goes to the library every dawn to ‘re-cap yesterday’s lecture in freshness!’ so mornings are dominated by me and Jonghyun, which is stale, which is the opposite of fresh. He also eats in the cafeteria instead of at home where I cook mouth-watering meals and goes back home just in time for dinner which is at 7:00pm. He never returns to the flat before then. I have no idea what he does - so I asked him one day and he replied “It’s a secret, hehe~” and I didn’t know whether to punch him for not being funny at all or forgive him for being disturbingly cute so I replied “OK,” and patted his head being the softy I am. Why can’t I see him more often?
As for that previous mall session, it was one of the least fabulous shopping trips out of the thousands I’ve ever gone to in my teenage years. I had hoped hard that Jonghyun would be late for the bus but exactly after I had sat down, like a creeper, the view of his lower-half appeared in front of my face and he had taken the seat next to me, gasping for breath.
“You didn’t have to go all-out just to catch this bus. There’s another one at 8:50 you know,” I had informed him.
He inhaled some air, exhaled and said, “Well I want to go on the same bus as you.”
-
I had tried to walk as far away from him as normally possible at the mall, but the guy kept clinging to me like some puppy obsessed with his owner. Well sorry Jonghyun, I’m disowning you. However, thinking hardly gets you anywhere so nothing changed about his actions. I kept frantically glancing at everyone we had passed just in case they put on a WTF MAN DATE? expression on their faces. Sure, two guys hanging out at the mall together is perfectly normal but definitely not when one of them decides to hold the other’s arm three-quarters of the time. He had looked so happy though. It was pretty tough to tell him to ‘lay off of my awesome arms, asshole’, and it’s not like I’ll ever say that to him.
Despite the disturbing skin-ship I had constantly and reluctantly received, the buying-clothes-and-accessories part actually went pretty good. Turns out Jonghyun loves leather jackets and sport wristbands and gangsta hoodies like me. Well all guys should like that stuff right? However, he had gone all the way to inviting me to try out stuff in the same changing room as him and that was kind of the last straw, so I had told him I was going home. Why? I can remember him say. There’s something bothering me, I had said in the most honesty. He had wanted to join me but I had insisted that he stay, so he did.
-
Could this be what gay guys are like? I continued raging as I rushed over to my Calculus class. Never in my life have I known a guy that seems so eager to interact with another guy before. It’s just not normal. He must be bent slightly. Or beyond slightly. Fortunately we’re not in the same classes besides for Programming where everyone has to be quiet and is seated according to the professor’s preferences (he’s three rows away from me, yes!). I got to make new friends peacefully thanks to that. Unfortunately, they’re all nerds and choose to study right after the day’s over instead of mingling over at the coffee shop a few blocks away from campus or watching a movie. Therefore I’m forced to go home every 5:30pm where Jonghyun will always, always already be there locked up in his room doing something I’m really not interested in knowing. Every few minutes before 7:00pm, he’d walk out with pearl-whites plastered on his face knowing the food I cook with all my get-away-from-me-cooties will taste scrumptious. Every 7:00pm on the dot Taemin would turn the brass knob gently and say “I’m home!” grinning sincerely, eat dinner with grace, wash all of our dishes and nod off to sleep on the couch with the TV still blaring Brainiac explosions which Jonghyun goes all wide-eyed at each time. I, being the responsible one, carry the hardworking kid on my back and place him on the bed carefully, often tucking his branchy arm under the blanket so they won’t snap off if slung by the edge.
This is a daily routine. As boring as it sounds, it sort of isn’t. I don’t know why.
I closed the door behind me and walked over to the living room to turn off the lights but Jonghyun was oddly still there, looking out the window. Without a care I turned around for my room, slightly expecting to hear him tweet good night to me but my ears could only perceive the dripping of water from the kitchen faucet.Comments are not only appreciated, but worshipped. kehkekhek