Onerous
Onerous, Onew/Key
PG, 319 w
Thanks to Ju for beta
"Key,” Jonghyun knocked on your door.
“Call me once again and-“
“Onew hyung wants to talk to you.” You stopped typing and turned around to face the bored-looking Jonghyun who was leaning against the door frame.
“If he’s going to apologize once again I swear I’m-“
“Just listen to him will you?” he cut you off again. You groaned and nodded with hesitation. He smiled, then scurried down the corridor. The next thing you knew, Onew was standing in the spot where Jonghyun had been. You continued typing-ignoring him, to be exact.
“Kibum.” You ignored him.
“Kibum. I think I. I think,” he paused between his stuttering, “I think I like you. Or something,” he stopped.
You were still typing but you swear you could sense his body stiffening, waiting for your answer, “Is that it?” you asked, still not facing him.
“Aren’t you going to, like, respond or something?” he started fiddling with the zipper of his hoodie. It was kind of cute, actually.
“Um,” you replied carelessly.
“Okay. I’ll just-“
“I still prefer girls, hyung,” you paused, “In case you were wondering,” you turned around to face him. You saw the disappointed expression on his face, but didn’t care to make him feel better.
“Oh, alright,” he forced a smile.
“Would you leave me alone now?” you asked with a rather demanding tone. He nodded, then scurried down the corridor the way Jonghyun did. You went back to typing, trying to forget about what just happened.
The next morning, you saw him feeding Taemin on the couch. He looked happy, and it somehow gutted you a little bit.
“Hyung stop that,” you snatched away the spoon he was holding.
“Why?” he asked playfully as if nothing had happened the day before.
“Just. Because,” you paused, not knowing what there was to argue about, “Taemin’s my son.”
And Jonghyun puked all over his pancake.
PG, 319 w
Thanks to Ju for beta
"Key,” Jonghyun knocked on your door.
“Call me once again and-“
“Onew hyung wants to talk to you.” You stopped typing and turned around to face the bored-looking Jonghyun who was leaning against the door frame.
“If he’s going to apologize once again I swear I’m-“
“Just listen to him will you?” he cut you off again. You groaned and nodded with hesitation. He smiled, then scurried down the corridor. The next thing you knew, Onew was standing in the spot where Jonghyun had been. You continued typing-ignoring him, to be exact.
“Kibum.” You ignored him.
“Kibum. I think I. I think,” he paused between his stuttering, “I think I like you. Or something,” he stopped.
You were still typing but you swear you could sense his body stiffening, waiting for your answer, “Is that it?” you asked, still not facing him.
“Aren’t you going to, like, respond or something?” he started fiddling with the zipper of his hoodie. It was kind of cute, actually.
“Um,” you replied carelessly.
“Okay. I’ll just-“
“I still prefer girls, hyung,” you paused, “In case you were wondering,” you turned around to face him. You saw the disappointed expression on his face, but didn’t care to make him feel better.
“Oh, alright,” he forced a smile.
“Would you leave me alone now?” you asked with a rather demanding tone. He nodded, then scurried down the corridor the way Jonghyun did. You went back to typing, trying to forget about what just happened.
The next morning, you saw him feeding Taemin on the couch. He looked happy, and it somehow gutted you a little bit.
“Hyung stop that,” you snatched away the spoon he was holding.
“Why?” he asked playfully as if nothing had happened the day before.
“Just. Because,” you paused, not knowing what there was to argue about, “Taemin’s my son.”
And Jonghyun puked all over his pancake.