[series] Flat Number 49 | Chapter 5
Chapter 5; 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: 1579
A/N: OMG for those that have been waiting, I'm so sorry this chapter took forever. If any of you go to college you should know how busy the end of a semester is ); So yeah, I hope you enjoy this one! Hopefully it's more lulzy than the previous chapter ^^
Chapters!: [01] | [ 02] | [ 03] | [ 04] |
Without thinking of the consequences, I blurted out, “Don’t say that!”
Jonghyun wiped his tears with the back of his hand and blinked at me. “Why not? I really do like you,” he admitted as if spring water came from mountains. Wait do they?
I then untangled my arms from his neck, noticing that I grasped too strongly (sick), only to have my tongue tied on what to answer him. So I stayed quiet.
Thankfully he continued - “Are you embarrassed?” - ok scratch the thankfully.
I spat, baffled. “Pfft! Why would I be?”
“Even if it’s dark, I can still tell your cheeks are red.”
“What are you, an owl or something?”
“No and I’m not gay either,” he joked.
I left my mouth a little bit open to take in what he just said, because I think my ears just couldn’t believe it. “YOU’RE NOOOOOOOTTTT?!?!?!!?!?!?” I screamed after several seconds.
Then it was Jonghyun’s turn to tilt his eyebrows in shock, or perhaps rage. “WHAT THE FUCK? So you think I was?!”
Apparently none of us seemed to think of the sleeping Taemin - but then again he does so like a baby. My adorable little son, he is - wait don’t babies wake up easily?
I grinned apologetically, discovering that all these months we’ve lived together I’ve assumed my flat mate to be homosexual and tried to avoid him at all costs - and turns out he’s not.
Jonghyun did that ‘ugh!’ thing rich popular girls on TV do all the time whenever someone underestimates them or something and glared at me. My classmates should’ve seen that. WHO’S THE DIVA NOW HUH? “Kim Kibum, how dare you,” he gritted his teeth.
“D-dude, I’m really sorry! You know how the present generation is like -“
“That doesn’t give you any right to assume and judge!”
Damn, he’s really angry now. I had no idea what else to say. I felt that with another word, more guilt will be shoved down my ass and I don’t know how that happens but I don’t wanna know either.
The previously-crying blonde sighed. “All I wanted was to be close with my own housemate and - oh my God, how long has this been running in your head?”
“Err… ah…” I gulped. “Since we met.”
“AND EVER SINCE WE MET HE THOUGHT I WAS GAY! KIBUM, WHY?”
I tried to defend myself (and maybe winning this little misunderstanding). “You saw yourself!” I pointed at him for effect. “You were all… touchy and clingy and… YOU WANTED TO GO TO THE BATHROOM WITH ME!”
“HEY! THAT LAST ONE WAS ONLY BECAUSE OF URGENCY!” Jonghyun pointed back.
“THEN WHAT’S WITH THE EXTREME ARM LINKING IN THE MALL HUH? OH YEAH, NORMAL GUYS WOULD TOTALLY DO THAT!”
“… I guess old habits… WITH MY EX-GIRLFRIENDS… never die, kekekeke,” he snickered.
I grabbed a pillow from the couch and threw it at his face. “SHUT UP YOU FRIGGIN CREEP. YOU’LL NEVER GET ANY MORE GIRLS WITH THAT GAY AURA YOU EMIT!”
“WELL AT LEAST I’VE BEEN IN RELATIONSHIPS BEFORE!” he smacked the square thing at my arm full-force. He’s pretty strong.
“AT LEAST -” I had no comeback.
Thankfully and this time it’s for real, a voice from the bedroom was soon heard. “What on Earth are you guys doing at this time?” Taemin groaned, appearing from the door dragging his bunny-slippered feet across the wooden floor and gently rubbing his eyelids. He made a little involuntary pout after finishing off his sentence and proceeded to stare at us, half-awake. So… cute…
I rushed over to him ignoring the feud and ruffled his light brown hair and rubbed his back (don’t ask why).
He glared at me. “Stop that or your shoes gets it.”
I just discovered that Taemin is the cranky type.
“TAEMIN I’M SOOOORRRY~ We’ll both shut the hell up now - won’t we Jonghyun? -” I flashed a sharp look at that guy and threw back rainbows at my son, “- so you can go back to sleep!” To ensure his trust with his mother, I picked Taemin up to his room (which I now know is safe from the grubby hands of gaiety) and took off his slippers and put him in bed and sang him a lullaby.
“OK you can stop that. Please.”
I stepped out quietly, forgetting that Jonghyun was still in the living room. He looked at me with a raised eyebrow, arms crossed and said, “Honestly Kibum, sometimes I think you’re the gay one.” Not wanting to prolong this matter any further, I simply ignored him and went back to my own bed.
If that was a real nightmare or dream, I don’t wanna sleep anymore.
-
Hours later, I woke up. I sat still for a while, blank like the bedsheets, thinking. After that I wearily went to the kitchen and cracked some eggs. Mornings were made for just me and the kitchen. At the thought of this, I randomly hugged the fridge.
“I wonder what they call love for inanimate objects,” a mood killer appeared scoffing.
I rolled my eyes, quickly let go and threw the egg shells away. “Go away Jonghyun, breakfast isn’t ready yet.”
“So? I wanna watch some TV first.”
“Guh.”
The sound of a sizzling frying pan arose after some minutes as I poured the eggs on the surface. Aside from that, the TV was playing an instrumental. He really loves music doesn’t he, I thought, recalling the conversation we had earlier this morning before the outbreak. Infact, that was actually the first time he told me something deep about himself, unlike the usual favourite boxer brand (one of the factors that made me wonder about his orientation) or ‘when I was a kid’ series. One of them was the class calling him the class pet ‘cause of his puppy looks.
“AKH!” I suddenly shouted.
Jonghyun immediately went over to me and asked what was wrong.
“I think I accidentally touched the edge of the pan.”
He started to reach out to what seemed like grab my hand but paused. Instead, he said, “Hurry and wash it with cold water.”
My eyes widened at his response. I did what he told me to do and finished cooking the eggs, placing them neatly on porcelain plates and setting up the table. Jonghyun was already back to watching some person on the piano and he did that ever so silently. I sat down and lifted my fork, intending to eat alone first.
“Jonghyun, food’s done,” I somehow said.
Without a word he walked over, sat down and dug in. I looked at him for a few seconds and continued eating, not wanting to get in trouble for doing it too long.
But the silence was unbearable. I like my noise.
Usually he’d complain about how this lacks salt or he felt like eating soup or wanted a bigger portion - or he’d say my cooking is simply awesome (which is the more common option). I shifted my eyes left and right and everywhere else, cursing myself for being the dumbass whose ass keeps getting dumber. Since when was apologising so hard? Jonghyun was peacefully biting his egg yolk, oblivious to the fact I’m practically sweating trying to think of the right thing to say. Hey you idiot, you better appreciate this. I have never stressed so much for a guy before.
I started, “Jjong,” and he didn’t look up. I had no idea what to do next and just hung my sentence there. However, that stupid guy didn’t even ask me to continue or anything. Well I’d be really mad if I found out the guy I’ve been living with and treating so nicely to assumed I was gay too. So I guess I understand. Finally I bit my lip, faced the ceiling and shouted, “I’M SORRY OK!” I quickly tilted my head back down to see his reaction but only saw Jonghyun slicing the egg whites into freakin’ squares. “H-hey! I said I’m sorry! Look I even called you Jjong again!” He continued. “I COOK FOR YOU EVERYDAY DAMMIT! WHY CAN’T YOU FORGIVE ME?”
The continuous sound of the knife scraping against the plate - I let out a loud argh, grabbed his cheeks with both of my hands, pulled it in front of my face and again shouted, “IT FEELS REALLY AWKWARD AND KINDA LONELY NOT HAVING YOU TALK TO ME!”
His large eyes were looking straight at mine and I forced myself to look back, showing him I am a man and I can handle girly fights like this.
“You can stop trying now Kibum, your face looks like it got painted pink,” Jonghyun finally, FINALLY replied. And an embarrassing one at that.
My voice didn’t get any lower as I said, “SHUT THE HELL UP ABOUT MY FACE OR YOU’LL NEVER GET BREAKFAST ANYMORE!”
He smirked at me. “You’ll never do that. You care about me too much.”
“That way of speaking is how you lost your girlfriends.”
“It’s awkward and lonely to not talk to you either, Kibum.”
I said with my mouth full of bread, “I was only lying, dumbass. If we don’t make up imagine how sad Taemin will be. No need to get all bigheaded.”
“Now that you know I’m not gay, let’s continue being great friends alright?”
“Sure.”
Jonghyun slapped my arm. “Look at how fast that reply was.”
“Whatever,” I hissed in utter embarrassment. This guy is turning me abnormal.^____^
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: 1579
A/N: OMG for those that have been waiting, I'm so sorry this chapter took forever. If any of you go to college you should know how busy the end of a semester is ); So yeah, I hope you enjoy this one! Hopefully it's more lulzy than the previous chapter ^^
Chapters!: [01] | [ 02] | [ 03] | [ 04] |
Without thinking of the consequences, I blurted out, “Don’t say that!”
Jonghyun wiped his tears with the back of his hand and blinked at me. “Why not? I really do like you,” he admitted as if spring water came from mountains. Wait do they?
I then untangled my arms from his neck, noticing that I grasped too strongly (sick), only to have my tongue tied on what to answer him. So I stayed quiet.
Thankfully he continued - “Are you embarrassed?” - ok scratch the thankfully.
I spat, baffled. “Pfft! Why would I be?”
“Even if it’s dark, I can still tell your cheeks are red.”
“What are you, an owl or something?”
“No and I’m not gay either,” he joked.
I left my mouth a little bit open to take in what he just said, because I think my ears just couldn’t believe it. “YOU’RE NOOOOOOOTTTT?!?!?!!?!?!?” I screamed after several seconds.
Then it was Jonghyun’s turn to tilt his eyebrows in shock, or perhaps rage. “WHAT THE FUCK? So you think I was?!”
Apparently none of us seemed to think of the sleeping Taemin - but then again he does so like a baby. My adorable little son, he is - wait don’t babies wake up easily?
I grinned apologetically, discovering that all these months we’ve lived together I’ve assumed my flat mate to be homosexual and tried to avoid him at all costs - and turns out he’s not.
Jonghyun did that ‘ugh!’ thing rich popular girls on TV do all the time whenever someone underestimates them or something and glared at me. My classmates should’ve seen that. WHO’S THE DIVA NOW HUH? “Kim Kibum, how dare you,” he gritted his teeth.
“D-dude, I’m really sorry! You know how the present generation is like -“
“That doesn’t give you any right to assume and judge!”
Damn, he’s really angry now. I had no idea what else to say. I felt that with another word, more guilt will be shoved down my ass and I don’t know how that happens but I don’t wanna know either.
The previously-crying blonde sighed. “All I wanted was to be close with my own housemate and - oh my God, how long has this been running in your head?”
“Err… ah…” I gulped. “Since we met.”
“AND EVER SINCE WE MET HE THOUGHT I WAS GAY! KIBUM, WHY?”
I tried to defend myself (and maybe winning this little misunderstanding). “You saw yourself!” I pointed at him for effect. “You were all… touchy and clingy and… YOU WANTED TO GO TO THE BATHROOM WITH ME!”
“HEY! THAT LAST ONE WAS ONLY BECAUSE OF URGENCY!” Jonghyun pointed back.
“THEN WHAT’S WITH THE EXTREME ARM LINKING IN THE MALL HUH? OH YEAH, NORMAL GUYS WOULD TOTALLY DO THAT!”
“… I guess old habits… WITH MY EX-GIRLFRIENDS… never die, kekekeke,” he snickered.
I grabbed a pillow from the couch and threw it at his face. “SHUT UP YOU FRIGGIN CREEP. YOU’LL NEVER GET ANY MORE GIRLS WITH THAT GAY AURA YOU EMIT!”
“WELL AT LEAST I’VE BEEN IN RELATIONSHIPS BEFORE!” he smacked the square thing at my arm full-force. He’s pretty strong.
“AT LEAST -” I had no comeback.
Thankfully and this time it’s for real, a voice from the bedroom was soon heard. “What on Earth are you guys doing at this time?” Taemin groaned, appearing from the door dragging his bunny-slippered feet across the wooden floor and gently rubbing his eyelids. He made a little involuntary pout after finishing off his sentence and proceeded to stare at us, half-awake. So… cute…
I rushed over to him ignoring the feud and ruffled his light brown hair and rubbed his back (don’t ask why).
He glared at me. “Stop that or your shoes gets it.”
I just discovered that Taemin is the cranky type.
“TAEMIN I’M SOOOORRRY~ We’ll both shut the hell up now - won’t we Jonghyun? -” I flashed a sharp look at that guy and threw back rainbows at my son, “- so you can go back to sleep!” To ensure his trust with his mother, I picked Taemin up to his room (which I now know is safe from the grubby hands of gaiety) and took off his slippers and put him in bed and sang him a lullaby.
“OK you can stop that. Please.”
I stepped out quietly, forgetting that Jonghyun was still in the living room. He looked at me with a raised eyebrow, arms crossed and said, “Honestly Kibum, sometimes I think you’re the gay one.” Not wanting to prolong this matter any further, I simply ignored him and went back to my own bed.
If that was a real nightmare or dream, I don’t wanna sleep anymore.
-
Hours later, I woke up. I sat still for a while, blank like the bedsheets, thinking. After that I wearily went to the kitchen and cracked some eggs. Mornings were made for just me and the kitchen. At the thought of this, I randomly hugged the fridge.
“I wonder what they call love for inanimate objects,” a mood killer appeared scoffing.
I rolled my eyes, quickly let go and threw the egg shells away. “Go away Jonghyun, breakfast isn’t ready yet.”
“So? I wanna watch some TV first.”
“Guh.”
The sound of a sizzling frying pan arose after some minutes as I poured the eggs on the surface. Aside from that, the TV was playing an instrumental. He really loves music doesn’t he, I thought, recalling the conversation we had earlier this morning before the outbreak. Infact, that was actually the first time he told me something deep about himself, unlike the usual favourite boxer brand (one of the factors that made me wonder about his orientation) or ‘when I was a kid’ series. One of them was the class calling him the class pet ‘cause of his puppy looks.
“AKH!” I suddenly shouted.
Jonghyun immediately went over to me and asked what was wrong.
“I think I accidentally touched the edge of the pan.”
He started to reach out to what seemed like grab my hand but paused. Instead, he said, “Hurry and wash it with cold water.”
My eyes widened at his response. I did what he told me to do and finished cooking the eggs, placing them neatly on porcelain plates and setting up the table. Jonghyun was already back to watching some person on the piano and he did that ever so silently. I sat down and lifted my fork, intending to eat alone first.
“Jonghyun, food’s done,” I somehow said.
Without a word he walked over, sat down and dug in. I looked at him for a few seconds and continued eating, not wanting to get in trouble for doing it too long.
But the silence was unbearable. I like my noise.
Usually he’d complain about how this lacks salt or he felt like eating soup or wanted a bigger portion - or he’d say my cooking is simply awesome (which is the more common option). I shifted my eyes left and right and everywhere else, cursing myself for being the dumbass whose ass keeps getting dumber. Since when was apologising so hard? Jonghyun was peacefully biting his egg yolk, oblivious to the fact I’m practically sweating trying to think of the right thing to say. Hey you idiot, you better appreciate this. I have never stressed so much for a guy before.
I started, “Jjong,” and he didn’t look up. I had no idea what to do next and just hung my sentence there. However, that stupid guy didn’t even ask me to continue or anything. Well I’d be really mad if I found out the guy I’ve been living with and treating so nicely to assumed I was gay too. So I guess I understand. Finally I bit my lip, faced the ceiling and shouted, “I’M SORRY OK!” I quickly tilted my head back down to see his reaction but only saw Jonghyun slicing the egg whites into freakin’ squares. “H-hey! I said I’m sorry! Look I even called you Jjong again!” He continued. “I COOK FOR YOU EVERYDAY DAMMIT! WHY CAN’T YOU FORGIVE ME?”
The continuous sound of the knife scraping against the plate - I let out a loud argh, grabbed his cheeks with both of my hands, pulled it in front of my face and again shouted, “IT FEELS REALLY AWKWARD AND KINDA LONELY NOT HAVING YOU TALK TO ME!”
His large eyes were looking straight at mine and I forced myself to look back, showing him I am a man and I can handle girly fights like this.
“You can stop trying now Kibum, your face looks like it got painted pink,” Jonghyun finally, FINALLY replied. And an embarrassing one at that.
My voice didn’t get any lower as I said, “SHUT THE HELL UP ABOUT MY FACE OR YOU’LL NEVER GET BREAKFAST ANYMORE!”
He smirked at me. “You’ll never do that. You care about me too much.”
“That way of speaking is how you lost your girlfriends.”
“It’s awkward and lonely to not talk to you either, Kibum.”
I said with my mouth full of bread, “I was only lying, dumbass. If we don’t make up imagine how sad Taemin will be. No need to get all bigheaded.”
“Now that you know I’m not gay, let’s continue being great friends alright?”
“Sure.”
Jonghyun slapped my arm. “Look at how fast that reply was.”
“Whatever,” I hissed in utter embarrassment. This guy is turning me abnormal.^____^