[series] Flat Number 49 | Chapter 4
Chapter 4; 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: 1557
A/N: This chapter has some srs business.
Chapters!: [01] | [ 02] | [ 03] |
My eyes jolted open. I fumbled the tabletop, grabbed my alarm clock and a bright red 02:30 told me to go back to sleep. I could feel my throat drying though, so I figured drinking some water would help me feel more comfortable before snoozing again. I dragged my feet to the kitchen and a shadowy figure caught my left eye. My heart froze and I stood still for a minute thinking shit a campus crime already? but the figure itself didn’t move either. I felt that it was safe so my head turned to meet with… Jonghyun’s back. His shoulders were sagging, unlike its usual firm build that I would sometimes get green of envy with. I didn’t want him to know I was there, so I quietly opened the fridge, wondering why he’s still awake and grabbed a bottle of crisp mountain spring water.
Then Jonghyun sang.
He sang with foreign words I couldn’t understand, but that didn’t matter. I suddenly appeared in a vast green grassy field with only an azure sky hugging the ground from above. Pink flower petals danced everywhere and I was alone, in tranquility. I blinked. “F…fuck… why the hell am I crying,” I whispered to myself. He continued enchanting the room with angelic melody as I glided in air back to my room. But I stumbled over a cloud in the process.
“Kibum?” I heard Jonghyun say in surprise, picturing his trademark wide eyes.
I ran to my room and closed the door.
-
The next day I made breakfast earlier than usual and left the flat before Jonghyun would wake up. I avoided that guy in and after Programming. I also avoided going home ‘til 10:00pm where the others will already be asleep by shopping or sitting in the café doing assignments. I hope they didn’t wait for me to make dinner and ordered take-out instead. When I got home, the lights were off and I peered in the fridge to find an orange box with a panda printed on it and smiled.
I was leaning against my bedroom door, ears pressed on it, at 2:34AM and entered the grassy field again. It disappeared a few hours later and I went back to sleep.
For the past week, that’s all I’ve been doing. Then one day, Taemin bumped into me at the library and began interrogating.
“Key, where have you been?” he asked.
I scratched the back of my neck and said, “Doing my homework in the café a few blocks down.”
He squinted at me. “Why can’t you do that at home?”
“Because, it’s quieter there.”
“Me and Jonghyun had to order take-out lately you know.”
“Hey I have a life too. Why don’t you just eat dinner in the cafeteria?”
His eyes started glinting. “Are you sick of cooking for us?” he said, with the bottom of his lip sticking out a bit. “I love what you make, Key. I miss your cooking.”
I started to worry about his potential to get attacked by pedophiles. “Oh, come here you,” I laughed and threw my arms around his shoulders and hugged him real tight. He instantly returned the deed, his small hands clutching the fabric around my back, like a child missing his father who went home from overseas after only five days.
-
So I decided to face Jonghyun like a man, because I am one, despite the remarks I’ve been receiving from my classmates like ‘Key you’re such a diva’ and ‘are you sure you’re not a girl?’. Fuck them. I entered the flat at 6:30 where the sun had just begun to set and the familiarity of it was great to sense back. I threw my bag on the couch.
“HEY!” a voice shouted from behind it.
“AKLFHIEKJSLDKADJKASKDJA”
“Hahahahaha it’s just me, Kibum! But that really hurt!” Jonghyun sat up, laughing.
I clutched my chest and pretended to have a heart attack.
He continued laughing, walked over to me and offered his hand. I immediately quit the act and stood up with my own power. “Sorry about that. You’re lucky I don’t carry many books today,” I said, heading over to the kitchen cabinet.
“Well you finally come home this early after a while,” he smiled smugly.
“Yeah, you know, Taemin is just in love with my cooking…”
“And you with him?”
I raised an eyebrow. “’scuse me?”
Jonghyun put his hands on his hips. “You’re in love with Taemin aren’t you?”
At that instant I felt like hitting the pan I was holding at him. “Where the HELL did you get such an idea?!” I replied in mock disbelief.
“Last time you called him precious and hugged his neck and today in the library I saw you hug him with all your life. Plus he’s the reason you’re back to going home early.”
Could this be the jealousy of a gay person? Freaky. “Heh, I’m sorry but gay is disgusting and not my thing. So get the idea of me loving Taemin in that way out of your peanut brain,” I said whilst spreading some sunflower oil onto the pan. Beat that, Jonghyun. Just give up on me already.
He smiled instead. “OK, hope today’s dinner is the best. Compensation for your absences,” he said and went to his room.
My thoughts went like crazy after that. Don’t tell me he has the hots for TAEMIN and is glad knowing I won’t be stealing him?! Oh dear God I hope Jonghyun doesn’t do anything to him in his sleep. Or maybe he’s glad I’m not into Taemin so he still has a chance to lure me into his love?! NOT A CHANCE. I WILL NOT LET YOU TURN MY DEAR TAEMIN INTO A HOMOSEXUAL, JONGHYUN. WHATEVER YOU DO, IT WON’T WORK. OH NO IT WON’T.
-
1:30AM and still awake. I tried counting sheep, dragons, cats, flying unicorns and the good ‘ol fashioned closing your eyes business but nothing worked. So I wondered about Jonghyun’s singing. He didn’t seem to ask about that time I overheard him... but then again, why is there any need to? I opened my eyes and stared at the wall for a bit. Then I felt like going out and buying sleeping pills or something. I got ready, opened my door and walked along the corridor, only to be ‘serenaded’ by Jonghyun. I jumped and the thud my feet created was loud enough for him to startle, turn around and look at me.
“Stop scaring me, Kibum,” he sighed.
“I have trouble sleeping… I’m off to buy some pills,” I said. “Besides, YOU scare ME too by singing there every night.”
“It’s insomnia,” he smiled. No, it wasn’t a smile. It was less than that. Something about it seemed broken. Like he forced all his effort simply to form an upward curve on his lips.
It’s none of my business anyway and I don’t care, right? But I found myself asking him what’s wrong.
Jonghyun just looked out the window, with no life in his eyes. “What makes you think there is something?”
I found myself urging further. “You can’t fool me with that fake smile, Jonghyun.”
“Why do you wanna know, anyway?” he scoffed at me.
I stopped. “Guess you’re right,” I said and headed for the door. No, this isn’t right. As creepy and gay as he is, he’s nice and my flat mate. And he has the most breathtaking voice I’ve ever heard. So I faced him and stared at his eyes confidently. “Because I want to know.”
Instead of giving me a verbal explanation, he opened his mouth and sang. Instead of interrupting him, my ears listened with all the hearing capability it has.
Before you know it, he was finished and I was standing only one meter away from him.
He looked at me and I looked back, reading his eyes - hopeless. “The truth is,” he said, “I don’t wanna be here at all.” My lips remained pursed. “Ever since I was a kid - yeah I know you hear this crap all the time - I’ve always wanted to sing. But then my parents…” he faced the floor. “They want me to be here instead. I have no power against them and I love them so much, so all I can do is fulfill their wishes.” Then his eyes slowly gazed upon the night sky outside and one second felt like an hour. “My dream of becoming a star… can’t come true,” he smiled.
“Will you stop smi-,” I started,
but then tears fell from his eyes. “I sing every night, because this is the closest to stars I can reach,” he began sobbing. I stood there with no clue what to do. How do you deal with crying young men?
“Uh- err- ahh, J-Jonghyun,” I stammered, “you’re a guy dammit! Stop crying!”
“Sorry, I must look really pathetic right now. But it really hurts,” he continued crying.
It wasn’t pathetic at all. So I found myself inching closer to him, put my arms slowly, really slowly, around his neck and held on, a little tighter.
I felt Jonghyun’s warm smile next to my face. “So this is what Kibum’s hugs are like,” he whispered.
“Sh… shut up, it’s nothing special,” my cheeks burned.
He laughed softly. “I like you Kibum.”
I was so in for it.
Hurhurhrhr :'D Comments appreciated~
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: 1557
A/N: This chapter has some srs business.
Chapters!: [01] | [ 02] | [ 03] |
My eyes jolted open. I fumbled the tabletop, grabbed my alarm clock and a bright red 02:30 told me to go back to sleep. I could feel my throat drying though, so I figured drinking some water would help me feel more comfortable before snoozing again. I dragged my feet to the kitchen and a shadowy figure caught my left eye. My heart froze and I stood still for a minute thinking shit a campus crime already? but the figure itself didn’t move either. I felt that it was safe so my head turned to meet with… Jonghyun’s back. His shoulders were sagging, unlike its usual firm build that I would sometimes get green of envy with. I didn’t want him to know I was there, so I quietly opened the fridge, wondering why he’s still awake and grabbed a bottle of crisp mountain spring water.
Then Jonghyun sang.
He sang with foreign words I couldn’t understand, but that didn’t matter. I suddenly appeared in a vast green grassy field with only an azure sky hugging the ground from above. Pink flower petals danced everywhere and I was alone, in tranquility. I blinked. “F…fuck… why the hell am I crying,” I whispered to myself. He continued enchanting the room with angelic melody as I glided in air back to my room. But I stumbled over a cloud in the process.
“Kibum?” I heard Jonghyun say in surprise, picturing his trademark wide eyes.
I ran to my room and closed the door.
-
The next day I made breakfast earlier than usual and left the flat before Jonghyun would wake up. I avoided that guy in and after Programming. I also avoided going home ‘til 10:00pm where the others will already be asleep by shopping or sitting in the café doing assignments. I hope they didn’t wait for me to make dinner and ordered take-out instead. When I got home, the lights were off and I peered in the fridge to find an orange box with a panda printed on it and smiled.
I was leaning against my bedroom door, ears pressed on it, at 2:34AM and entered the grassy field again. It disappeared a few hours later and I went back to sleep.
For the past week, that’s all I’ve been doing. Then one day, Taemin bumped into me at the library and began interrogating.
“Key, where have you been?” he asked.
I scratched the back of my neck and said, “Doing my homework in the café a few blocks down.”
He squinted at me. “Why can’t you do that at home?”
“Because, it’s quieter there.”
“Me and Jonghyun had to order take-out lately you know.”
“Hey I have a life too. Why don’t you just eat dinner in the cafeteria?”
His eyes started glinting. “Are you sick of cooking for us?” he said, with the bottom of his lip sticking out a bit. “I love what you make, Key. I miss your cooking.”
I started to worry about his potential to get attacked by pedophiles. “Oh, come here you,” I laughed and threw my arms around his shoulders and hugged him real tight. He instantly returned the deed, his small hands clutching the fabric around my back, like a child missing his father who went home from overseas after only five days.
-
So I decided to face Jonghyun like a man, because I am one, despite the remarks I’ve been receiving from my classmates like ‘Key you’re such a diva’ and ‘are you sure you’re not a girl?’. Fuck them. I entered the flat at 6:30 where the sun had just begun to set and the familiarity of it was great to sense back. I threw my bag on the couch.
“HEY!” a voice shouted from behind it.
“AKLFHIEKJSLDKADJKASKDJA”
“Hahahahaha it’s just me, Kibum! But that really hurt!” Jonghyun sat up, laughing.
I clutched my chest and pretended to have a heart attack.
He continued laughing, walked over to me and offered his hand. I immediately quit the act and stood up with my own power. “Sorry about that. You’re lucky I don’t carry many books today,” I said, heading over to the kitchen cabinet.
“Well you finally come home this early after a while,” he smiled smugly.
“Yeah, you know, Taemin is just in love with my cooking…”
“And you with him?”
I raised an eyebrow. “’scuse me?”
Jonghyun put his hands on his hips. “You’re in love with Taemin aren’t you?”
At that instant I felt like hitting the pan I was holding at him. “Where the HELL did you get such an idea?!” I replied in mock disbelief.
“Last time you called him precious and hugged his neck and today in the library I saw you hug him with all your life. Plus he’s the reason you’re back to going home early.”
Could this be the jealousy of a gay person? Freaky. “Heh, I’m sorry but gay is disgusting and not my thing. So get the idea of me loving Taemin in that way out of your peanut brain,” I said whilst spreading some sunflower oil onto the pan. Beat that, Jonghyun. Just give up on me already.
He smiled instead. “OK, hope today’s dinner is the best. Compensation for your absences,” he said and went to his room.
My thoughts went like crazy after that. Don’t tell me he has the hots for TAEMIN and is glad knowing I won’t be stealing him?! Oh dear God I hope Jonghyun doesn’t do anything to him in his sleep. Or maybe he’s glad I’m not into Taemin so he still has a chance to lure me into his love?! NOT A CHANCE. I WILL NOT LET YOU TURN MY DEAR TAEMIN INTO A HOMOSEXUAL, JONGHYUN. WHATEVER YOU DO, IT WON’T WORK. OH NO IT WON’T.
-
1:30AM and still awake. I tried counting sheep, dragons, cats, flying unicorns and the good ‘ol fashioned closing your eyes business but nothing worked. So I wondered about Jonghyun’s singing. He didn’t seem to ask about that time I overheard him... but then again, why is there any need to? I opened my eyes and stared at the wall for a bit. Then I felt like going out and buying sleeping pills or something. I got ready, opened my door and walked along the corridor, only to be ‘serenaded’ by Jonghyun. I jumped and the thud my feet created was loud enough for him to startle, turn around and look at me.
“Stop scaring me, Kibum,” he sighed.
“I have trouble sleeping… I’m off to buy some pills,” I said. “Besides, YOU scare ME too by singing there every night.”
“It’s insomnia,” he smiled. No, it wasn’t a smile. It was less than that. Something about it seemed broken. Like he forced all his effort simply to form an upward curve on his lips.
It’s none of my business anyway and I don’t care, right? But I found myself asking him what’s wrong.
Jonghyun just looked out the window, with no life in his eyes. “What makes you think there is something?”
I found myself urging further. “You can’t fool me with that fake smile, Jonghyun.”
“Why do you wanna know, anyway?” he scoffed at me.
I stopped. “Guess you’re right,” I said and headed for the door. No, this isn’t right. As creepy and gay as he is, he’s nice and my flat mate. And he has the most breathtaking voice I’ve ever heard. So I faced him and stared at his eyes confidently. “Because I want to know.”
Instead of giving me a verbal explanation, he opened his mouth and sang. Instead of interrupting him, my ears listened with all the hearing capability it has.
Before you know it, he was finished and I was standing only one meter away from him.
He looked at me and I looked back, reading his eyes - hopeless. “The truth is,” he said, “I don’t wanna be here at all.” My lips remained pursed. “Ever since I was a kid - yeah I know you hear this crap all the time - I’ve always wanted to sing. But then my parents…” he faced the floor. “They want me to be here instead. I have no power against them and I love them so much, so all I can do is fulfill their wishes.” Then his eyes slowly gazed upon the night sky outside and one second felt like an hour. “My dream of becoming a star… can’t come true,” he smiled.
“Will you stop smi-,” I started,
but then tears fell from his eyes. “I sing every night, because this is the closest to stars I can reach,” he began sobbing. I stood there with no clue what to do. How do you deal with crying young men?
“Uh- err- ahh, J-Jonghyun,” I stammered, “you’re a guy dammit! Stop crying!”
“Sorry, I must look really pathetic right now. But it really hurts,” he continued crying.
It wasn’t pathetic at all. So I found myself inching closer to him, put my arms slowly, really slowly, around his neck and held on, a little tighter.
I felt Jonghyun’s warm smile next to my face. “So this is what Kibum’s hugs are like,” he whispered.
“Sh… shut up, it’s nothing special,” my cheeks burned.
He laughed softly. “I like you Kibum.”
I was so in for it.
Hurhurhrhr :'D Comments appreciated~