drabble fic: Guys Like You
Title: Guys Like You
Pairings: Jongkey
Genre: AU, Angst?…I don’t really know tbh
Warnings: Language, character death
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Out of all the people in Seoul, Jonghyun comes across the one that hurts him the most.
a/n: Feeling kinda down. My MJ feels crept on me and I’m crying all over the place-and for a while I was doing fine. Anyway I’m all sad, and I feel lonely and shit. So I wrote this. My first Jongkey. And it is…/throws head face first in a pillow. And if you can spot the MJ lyric in here, ily <3
Inspired by Miguel’s “Girls Like You.”
It wasn’t the roughneck, leather bound guy sitting at the counter. 20 out of 10 in the face, a slim waist Jonghyun could easily see himself lugging an arm around if they attended some bike expo.
It wasn’t the guy sporting a white blazer-in a booster seat near the window, sipping a fresh latte and tugging on his collar. Jonghyun could tell from the way the man’s biceps strained against the material that he was ripped underneath the gently rumpled wear; he was clean cut, obviously trying to obtain the sophisticated look as he read his paper with crossed legs.
It wasn’t the man who greeted him as he walked past Jonghyun’s table. He was tall, probably a hyung, and he smelled like a brisk walk and interesting times in a batting cage. He had the kind of hair women killed to wake up with and a smile for days.
It wasn’t the moderately plump college student, with whom Jonghyun couldn’t decide was older or younger because of his round face. He sat timidly off in the cut, drumming his fingers on the table and staring out the window. Jonghyun didn’t often pursue the heavier type, but the boy had the prettiest face he’d seen in a while. Make no mistake, too, that he could put those thick thighs and that cushiony ass (he knew that ass had weight on it just from how it was flattened out on the diner seat) to good use around his cock.
It also wasn’t the businessman with the chic-looking glasses, the one who kept checking his watch and checking the waitress’s cleavage when she wasn’t paying attention. The rugged, unshaven look made up for his not-so-attractive-but-if-you-look-harder-he-is face. Jonghyun had a thing for running his face against morning stubble…
It wasn’t any of them.
That is, except for Jonghyun’s waiter.
The very one Jonghyun hoped wouldn’t venture near his table with that fucking flip pad and pen. The one with the blonde perm , sharp jawline and crystal-studded eyes. Young, energetic, trim, aspiring and ready for the world. Ready to take on anything and pursue his every dream, but didn’t mind his meager beginnings in a metropolitan diner. A subtle little something in his walk that indicated this boy’s life was one big power trip as well.
It could have been anyone but this pup, but as fate would have it…it would be the very one who resembled an old, beloved wound. A younger version of the man who could snap his fingers and make Jonghyun feel on fire, like silly spinning wheels of desire.
“And you’d have to be a bird to take me higher,” he heard himself chuckle in his head, melting into Kibum raspy laughter and bringing the younger’s frail hand to his lips. Ignoring the beeping of the monitor, the premonition of the setting of the sun, and the liquid ache pounding through him all over, pooling to where it hurt the most in his chest.
The kid who wore a name tag with one simple name printed under the hard plastic. Taemin.
That damn kid.
“Is there anything else I can get for you sir? More coffee?”
“No thanks,” Jonghyun murmured gruffly. He eyed his designated waiter up and down, downing the boy’s chipper attitude with that cynical sip from his cup. Taemin had tried to abide by his learned customer service skills and…well, try to disregard the way this man, with a seemingly drunk, twenty four hour scowl on his face, stared at him so angrily the whole time. Now, his smile faltered the tiniest bit.
“Sir is…did I do something wrong?” A thumb jutted back earnestly. “I can fix it if I did. If you’d like-”
“No, no.” Jonghyun stood, locking the same sour gaze with the waiter. Taemin jumped when the customer’s hand slammed a few bills on the table. He was so close, and the slim young man was stuck on the fence on what to do…
Until the shorter man’s eyes softened. Not much, but enough to let Taemin know there was a concrete reason why his claws were out...
“Its guys like you,” he mumbled, bitterness lacing every syllable, a crack in every other word. “…guys like you that remind me that I’m lonely.”
And Jonghyun stormed past him with that same fucking ache throbbing through him; bumping the waiter’s shoulder, the bells of the door chiming sharply from his hasty departure. He didn’t look back to see the boy’s stunned expression.
Cause my heart beats so empty,
So once in a while…
Guys like you remind me that I’m lonely
Pairings: Jongkey
Genre: AU, Angst?…I don’t really know tbh
Warnings: Language, character death
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Out of all the people in Seoul, Jonghyun comes across the one that hurts him the most.
a/n: Feeling kinda down. My MJ feels crept on me and I’m crying all over the place-and for a while I was doing fine. Anyway I’m all sad, and I feel lonely and shit. So I wrote this. My first Jongkey. And it is…/throws head face first in a pillow. And if you can spot the MJ lyric in here, ily <3
Inspired by Miguel’s “Girls Like You.”
It wasn’t the roughneck, leather bound guy sitting at the counter. 20 out of 10 in the face, a slim waist Jonghyun could easily see himself lugging an arm around if they attended some bike expo.
It wasn’t the guy sporting a white blazer-in a booster seat near the window, sipping a fresh latte and tugging on his collar. Jonghyun could tell from the way the man’s biceps strained against the material that he was ripped underneath the gently rumpled wear; he was clean cut, obviously trying to obtain the sophisticated look as he read his paper with crossed legs.
It wasn’t the man who greeted him as he walked past Jonghyun’s table. He was tall, probably a hyung, and he smelled like a brisk walk and interesting times in a batting cage. He had the kind of hair women killed to wake up with and a smile for days.
It wasn’t the moderately plump college student, with whom Jonghyun couldn’t decide was older or younger because of his round face. He sat timidly off in the cut, drumming his fingers on the table and staring out the window. Jonghyun didn’t often pursue the heavier type, but the boy had the prettiest face he’d seen in a while. Make no mistake, too, that he could put those thick thighs and that cushiony ass (he knew that ass had weight on it just from how it was flattened out on the diner seat) to good use around his cock.
It also wasn’t the businessman with the chic-looking glasses, the one who kept checking his watch and checking the waitress’s cleavage when she wasn’t paying attention. The rugged, unshaven look made up for his not-so-attractive-but-if-you-look-harder-he-is face. Jonghyun had a thing for running his face against morning stubble…
It wasn’t any of them.
That is, except for Jonghyun’s waiter.
The very one Jonghyun hoped wouldn’t venture near his table with that fucking flip pad and pen. The one with the blonde perm , sharp jawline and crystal-studded eyes. Young, energetic, trim, aspiring and ready for the world. Ready to take on anything and pursue his every dream, but didn’t mind his meager beginnings in a metropolitan diner. A subtle little something in his walk that indicated this boy’s life was one big power trip as well.
It could have been anyone but this pup, but as fate would have it…it would be the very one who resembled an old, beloved wound. A younger version of the man who could snap his fingers and make Jonghyun feel on fire, like silly spinning wheels of desire.
“And you’d have to be a bird to take me higher,” he heard himself chuckle in his head, melting into Kibum raspy laughter and bringing the younger’s frail hand to his lips. Ignoring the beeping of the monitor, the premonition of the setting of the sun, and the liquid ache pounding through him all over, pooling to where it hurt the most in his chest.
The kid who wore a name tag with one simple name printed under the hard plastic. Taemin.
That damn kid.
“Is there anything else I can get for you sir? More coffee?”
“No thanks,” Jonghyun murmured gruffly. He eyed his designated waiter up and down, downing the boy’s chipper attitude with that cynical sip from his cup. Taemin had tried to abide by his learned customer service skills and…well, try to disregard the way this man, with a seemingly drunk, twenty four hour scowl on his face, stared at him so angrily the whole time. Now, his smile faltered the tiniest bit.
“Sir is…did I do something wrong?” A thumb jutted back earnestly. “I can fix it if I did. If you’d like-”
“No, no.” Jonghyun stood, locking the same sour gaze with the waiter. Taemin jumped when the customer’s hand slammed a few bills on the table. He was so close, and the slim young man was stuck on the fence on what to do…
Until the shorter man’s eyes softened. Not much, but enough to let Taemin know there was a concrete reason why his claws were out...
“Its guys like you,” he mumbled, bitterness lacing every syllable, a crack in every other word. “…guys like you that remind me that I’m lonely.”
And Jonghyun stormed past him with that same fucking ache throbbing through him; bumping the waiter’s shoulder, the bells of the door chiming sharply from his hasty departure. He didn’t look back to see the boy’s stunned expression.
Cause my heart beats so empty,
So once in a while…
Guys like you remind me that I’m lonely