Hug (prologue of Fragile)
Title: Hug (prologue of Fragile)
Pairing/s: Jongkey , a little dose of 2min.
Word Count: 814
Rating: PG
Genre: Angst
Author : decembersummer
Summary: Honestly, all he wanted all along was a hug. It was just as simple as that, but as simple as it may seem, it was so difficult to make that request
A/N: This is a oneshot, a prologue of a drabble I wrote randomly sometime back; Fragile. Yeah, it's angst again. This one-shot would probably be one of my favorites. So, thank you for reading and please comment! Critics are welcomed. (For those who are waiting for my series update, i'm sorry guys, you probably got to wait a little longer :X)
" Key…? Umma?! " Taemin called out.
"..o-oh, yes Taeminnie…?"
" You were spacing out umma, I called you so many times but you didn't reply me!" Taemin gave a cute pout. And all Kibum did was ruffle Taemin's hair, the silence overtaking. Taemin arched his brow giving his usually noisy umma a questioning look.
It's been like this since a few weeks ago. Kibum would space out, he wouldn't talk as much as he usually would. Or actually he became too silent like he changed into another person.
However, the only thing that kept his members from questioning was that usual smile he plastered on his face.
Back in the dorm after their dance practice, the SHINee members gathered on the couch, watching a sad love movie.
Taemin and Minho cuddled in one corner of the couch, Onew sitting uncomfortably on the single seater trying to hold back his tears. Jonghyun's eyes redding and Kibum, well, he kept a straight face.
Although his insides was messed up.
Pretty much messed up even before that scene messed up his systems even further. He looked calm, but if you looked closely, his hands formed a fist. And if you looked even closer, he was forming goosebumps.
He felt the lump forming in his throat, forcing it's way up.
He felt like he was literally spilt into two; one fighting the other. His other half screaming out loud to be heard, the other silently suffering. The silent one is playing it's leading role though, the screaming half fighting the battle.
Kim Kibum, hold your ground. Don't lose it.
He forced a smile that he practiced to the mirror previously. He really think KBS should really find him to act in some drama. He's skills is becoming so good, he himself is getting deceived.
The guy in the colored screen pulled the leading role into a tight hug. He very softly stroked the girl's hair, comforting the weak and crying lady.
On the other hand, back into the virtual world, something in Kibum broke.
His water bags. Literally.
He quickly stood up, and swiftly made his way to the toilet. He made sure he locked the door before sliding down and hugging himself tightly as tears rolled down his pale face continuously.
It wasn't the sad part that broke him, but the happy, where-the-couples-finally-got-together-part that killed the insides of him.
Honestly, all he wanted all along was a hug. It was just as simple as that, but as simple as it may seem, it was so difficult to make that request. He can't possibly go up to someone and say, "hey, can i hug you?"
The person would most probably give you the 'what the fuck' face. And no doubt even your best friend.
Kibum is actually very weak if anyone would actually notice.
When he finally calmed down, he stood up and faced the mirror, splashed some water on his face. He stared a little long at his reflection, feeling disgusted by his look. He cursed himself as a little weakling.
Nevertheless, he gently lifted his fingers on either sides of his cheeks and pulled a smile off it. Key is strong, Key will be strong. If Kibum is weak then Key will be strong. With that little determination, he slowly, very slowly, unlocked the bathroom door and stepped back into the real world.
He nearly snapped when he encountered jonghyun's worried face just outside the door.
" Are you okay..? " His best friend asked with a little doubt.
Kibum lifted his cheeks, this time without his fingers, and replied " Yup! Just a little tired, I should probably be going to bed first. Good night! " With that he scoot off to the room, leaving the even more worried jonghyun behind.
And Kibum is stupid enough to think his best friend couldn't tell.
Back in his bed, Kibum pulled the blankets high up to his face. The tears forcing itself back again. He wanted so badly, so badly to just drop onto jonghyun's embrace and cry for fucking out loud sake. However Key had to be strong, Key…Key…key…can't he just be Kibum for a single time? Before he could control a single tear made it's way to the pillow sheets, staining it with a hint of emptiness.
And even before he knew it, he was roughed pushed into someone's warm chest. That someone standing by the door staring at him for as long as he got into the room, looking like a lost kid.
" Just cry it out loud kibummie, stop holding back those tears…" He stroked his hair, gently pushing Kibum's head onto his chest.
The familiar voice felt so warm and safe, he fell for the trap. He fell deeply into jonghyun's warm trap. He let his tears flow, more freely this time. He threw his everything away, just purely being himself for that moment.
Being the weak and fragile boy.
Pairing/s: Jongkey , a little dose of 2min.
Word Count: 814
Rating: PG
Genre: Angst
Author : decembersummer
Summary: Honestly, all he wanted all along was a hug. It was just as simple as that, but as simple as it may seem, it was so difficult to make that request
A/N: This is a oneshot, a prologue of a drabble I wrote randomly sometime back; Fragile. Yeah, it's angst again. This one-shot would probably be one of my favorites. So, thank you for reading and please comment! Critics are welcomed. (For those who are waiting for my series update, i'm sorry guys, you probably got to wait a little longer :X)
" Key…? Umma?! " Taemin called out.
"..o-oh, yes Taeminnie…?"
" You were spacing out umma, I called you so many times but you didn't reply me!" Taemin gave a cute pout. And all Kibum did was ruffle Taemin's hair, the silence overtaking. Taemin arched his brow giving his usually noisy umma a questioning look.
It's been like this since a few weeks ago. Kibum would space out, he wouldn't talk as much as he usually would. Or actually he became too silent like he changed into another person.
However, the only thing that kept his members from questioning was that usual smile he plastered on his face.
Back in the dorm after their dance practice, the SHINee members gathered on the couch, watching a sad love movie.
Taemin and Minho cuddled in one corner of the couch, Onew sitting uncomfortably on the single seater trying to hold back his tears. Jonghyun's eyes redding and Kibum, well, he kept a straight face.
Although his insides was messed up.
Pretty much messed up even before that scene messed up his systems even further. He looked calm, but if you looked closely, his hands formed a fist. And if you looked even closer, he was forming goosebumps.
He felt the lump forming in his throat, forcing it's way up.
He felt like he was literally spilt into two; one fighting the other. His other half screaming out loud to be heard, the other silently suffering. The silent one is playing it's leading role though, the screaming half fighting the battle.
Kim Kibum, hold your ground. Don't lose it.
He forced a smile that he practiced to the mirror previously. He really think KBS should really find him to act in some drama. He's skills is becoming so good, he himself is getting deceived.
The guy in the colored screen pulled the leading role into a tight hug. He very softly stroked the girl's hair, comforting the weak and crying lady.
On the other hand, back into the virtual world, something in Kibum broke.
His water bags. Literally.
He quickly stood up, and swiftly made his way to the toilet. He made sure he locked the door before sliding down and hugging himself tightly as tears rolled down his pale face continuously.
It wasn't the sad part that broke him, but the happy, where-the-couples-finally-got-together-part that killed the insides of him.
Honestly, all he wanted all along was a hug. It was just as simple as that, but as simple as it may seem, it was so difficult to make that request. He can't possibly go up to someone and say, "hey, can i hug you?"
The person would most probably give you the 'what the fuck' face. And no doubt even your best friend.
Kibum is actually very weak if anyone would actually notice.
When he finally calmed down, he stood up and faced the mirror, splashed some water on his face. He stared a little long at his reflection, feeling disgusted by his look. He cursed himself as a little weakling.
Nevertheless, he gently lifted his fingers on either sides of his cheeks and pulled a smile off it. Key is strong, Key will be strong. If Kibum is weak then Key will be strong. With that little determination, he slowly, very slowly, unlocked the bathroom door and stepped back into the real world.
He nearly snapped when he encountered jonghyun's worried face just outside the door.
" Are you okay..? " His best friend asked with a little doubt.
Kibum lifted his cheeks, this time without his fingers, and replied " Yup! Just a little tired, I should probably be going to bed first. Good night! " With that he scoot off to the room, leaving the even more worried jonghyun behind.
And Kibum is stupid enough to think his best friend couldn't tell.
Back in his bed, Kibum pulled the blankets high up to his face. The tears forcing itself back again. He wanted so badly, so badly to just drop onto jonghyun's embrace and cry for fucking out loud sake. However Key had to be strong, Key…Key…key…can't he just be Kibum for a single time? Before he could control a single tear made it's way to the pillow sheets, staining it with a hint of emptiness.
And even before he knew it, he was roughed pushed into someone's warm chest. That someone standing by the door staring at him for as long as he got into the room, looking like a lost kid.
" Just cry it out loud kibummie, stop holding back those tears…" He stroked his hair, gently pushing Kibum's head onto his chest.
The familiar voice felt so warm and safe, he fell for the trap. He fell deeply into jonghyun's warm trap. He let his tears flow, more freely this time. He threw his everything away, just purely being himself for that moment.
Being the weak and fragile boy.