Last Hope 3/?
Title: Last Hope
Author: dubuluvshinee
Pairing: Jongho & Ontae (Taesun, not Taemin)
Rating: PG-13/R
Word count: 1,671
Disclaimer: I don't own SHINee, if I did life would be so much better... I own the plot, nothing else.
Summary: A deadly virus has spread and many have died, coming back as something Jonghyun only remembered seeing in movies. He's searching for safety, and hopefully civilization, when he runs into someone around his age...
"It's really not as bad as it looks, seriously." Minho defended, using his dirty t-shirt to push against his wound to try and stop the bleeding. "I mean, it has been bleeding for a while, but it barely broke the skin. Didn't even get a bite out of me before I bashed it's brains in."
Jonghyun was now in the corner of the room, hugging his knees to his chest. He covered his face with his hands and shook his head, scoffing at Minho. "Doesn't fucking matter if it 'barely broke the skin'," He did a really good imitation of Minho's voice, and Minho chuckled. "You're infected and now you're going to die and turn into one of them."
"How do you know?" Minho rolled his eyes. "You've watched too many zombie movies. Biting doesn't necessarily have to be the cause of the infection."
"I fucking know!" Jonghyun screeched, removing his hands from his face to snarl at Minho. Minho didn't understand why he was so upset, it really wasn't that bad. He noticed that Jonghyun had tears running down his face, and his chin was quivering. That made him feel a bit guilty... "I've seen it before, dammit! You don't know what it's like to see that..."
Minho didn't know what to say, so he said nothing and just continued to sit there on the couch, wincing when he noticed the bite wasn't exactly healing (you would have thought he would have noticed this hours ago) and it just kept bleeding. He sighed and pressed the t-shirt in harder and got ready to stand up to search for something to absorb the blood better when he noticed he was a bit light-headed. Probably because he had been bleeding for hours on end.
Jonghyun, who was watching, pissed and extremely upset, got up and basically stomped his way with a candle into the bathroom in the hallway. Minho could hear him throwing things around until he found what he was looking for, then he stomped his way back into the living room, pushing Minho to lay down on the loveseat with a great big sigh.
"So much for being quiet." Minho mumbled and groaned when Jonghyun poured some disinfectant onto the wound.
"Shut the hell up." Jonghyun hissed and rummaged around inside the First Aid Kit for some gauze and tape. When he found what he needed, he laid about 4 layers of the gauze onto the bite and taped it to Minho's side. Once he was done, he slapped Minho's stomach, and threw the Kit down onto the coffee table, angry. "I should just leave you here."
"Please do." Minho said, smirking at Jonghyun when he sent him an angry glare.
"I thought you were a nice kid. Now you're turning into a douche."
"I was a douche to begin with."
"Shut up."
It was silent for a while, as Minho laid on the couch, staring at Jonghyun, while Jonghyun huffed and puffed angrily as he glared at the floor. Then, Minho finally spoke, breaking their angry silence. His voice was soft though, and the thing he said made Jonghyun's heart ache. "What happened?"
Jonghyun shook his head and balled his fists, lifting them to his face to rub at his eyes which were now filling with unshed tears. He hated thinking about Taemin, so he didn't. And it was easier, since no one had been around to ask him about what had happened, and now that there was... He definitely wasn't going to be able to keep his cool. He was going to cry like a little freaking girl. "I... I really don't want to talk about it."
Minho furrowed his eyebrows. "So someone you knew was bit?"
Jonghyun contemplated shaking his head, but nodded instead, knowing that it was probably best to talk about something that traumatic. He had been keeping it inside for so long that he was sure in due time it would drive him insane. So, he nodded, and Minho's frown deepened.
"Someone you were close to?"
Jonghyun nodded again, and Minho just watched as his shoulders started shaking.
"Your mom?" No.
"Your dad?" No.
"Brother? Sister?"
"Don't have one."
"Best friend?"
Jonghyun finally nodded and sighed, burying his head in his arms, which were now wrapped around his knees, which were pulled up to his chest. It seemed to Minho that Jonghyun was trying to hold himself together. Like if he held himself tight enough, he wouldn't fall apart.
"What happened?"
Jonghyun wasn't going to ignore the question now. The answer just came flying out of his mouth anyway. He couldn't control himself. It was just easy to talk to Minho, for some reason. "My best friend, Taemin. We were stuck at home for 3 days and my parents never came home and I wouldn't let him leave the house, I loved him too much, but he went outside and he - they - it bit him and he... he died. And I had to kill him when he came back." Jonghyun whispered the last part, finally breaking down into sobs.
Minho didn't want to move, he was afraid his wound would start bleeding massively again, so he just waited for Jonghyun's sobs to calm down a bit before he reached his arms out and said, "Come here."
Jonghyun looked up, not even bothering to wipe the tears and snot from his face, and noticed the sad, yet caring look on Minho's face. It made him think of his mom, and then it made him think of the fact that he was never going to see her or his dad again, and then he really lost it. He threw himself forward into Minho's arms and sobbed into his bare chest, until he was sure there were no tears left.
"It just hurts. I thought I was over it, but apparently I wasn't." Jonghyun mumbled when he finally finished crying, sitting up and moving away from Minho to wipe at his face, spreading dirt and grime all over himself. Before this, Jonghyun couldn't stand to feel dirt or mud on his skin, but since then, he had had to learn to cope with the fact that he was dirty and disgusting, and now he was pretty used to it. It didn' t bother him that Minho was also covered in shit and he smelled like armpit and the bottom of a garbage can, he was sure he smelled just as bad, maybe even worse.
"It's fine. It sounds like it was pretty bad."
"It was." Jonghyun sighed and sniffled, and Minho tried to suppress a grin when he noticed Jonghyun's adorable pout. "I loved him, a lot."
"So, you're gay?" Minho accused, jokingly, trying to lighten the mood. Jonghyun flushed bright red and turned away from Minho.
"Shut up."
"So you are?"
"Shut up!"
"And you were in love with this... what's-his-face?"
Jonghyun turned back to Minho and sneered. "His name was Taemin and yes, I was in love with him. Got a problem with that?"
Minho burst out laughing and then immediately regretted it when pain struck his side. He grinned at Jonghyun. "Not really."
"Really?"
"Really." Minho stretched his arms out and folded them behind his head, staring up at the ceiling and watching as the shadows from the candles moved across the wall. Jonghyun stood up and moved towards the window, looking out quickly before closing curtains with a great sigh of relief. He was really paranoid, though, he had every right to be. "Hey, since we're the last human beings in South Korea, why don't we procreate?" Minho asked jokingly and he grinned when he heard Jonghyun laugh.
Jonghyun grabbed a pillow off of the couch and moved towards the armchair across the coffee table from Minho, curling up on his side into a tight little ball, holding the pillow to his chest. He didn't feel bad at all that he was covering the bright white pillow in dirt and crap. No one was coming back to use this anyway. "You're an idiot. Guys can't make babies."
"We can try."
"You just want to have sex."
"Yes, that's true."
Jonghyun scoffed and chuckled at Minho. "I didn't think you'd be this cheeky."
"Well, you didn't know me that well a few hours ago."
"I still don't know you that well."
It was a comfortable silence after that. Jonghyun was utterly exhausted and he knew he probably should have stayed awake, to make sure that when and if Minho changed, he would be able to... yeah. But he was just too tired, having walked for days straight, and he just couldn't stay awake anymore. In the morning, if Minho wasn't dead yet, then he'd search the house for food, and they'd head for Seoul. Though Jonghyun was mostly sure that he was going to wake up and find Minho, dead on the couch, his lifeless body waiting to become undead.
And yet, Jonghyun couldn't find the strength within himself to get up and do the safe thing and find the materials to tie Minho down.
"Jonghyun?"
"Hmm?" He mumbled, kind of angry that Minho was talking now that he was finally able to sleep on something comfortable and not the ground or a tree, where he barely got any sleep because it was hard to sleep when you almost fell over 10 feet every 5 seconds.
"I'm sorry I'm making you go through his again."
"S'okay." Jonghyun mumbled, and he could feel the drool pooling underneath his head. It didn't even bother him like it usually would. He was just. too. tired.
"I apologize in advance for trying to eat your brains too."
Jonghyun would have laughed, and possibly cried, because he was really starting to like Minho, but he was just... so... tired. His mouth fell open and he passed out, and after a few minutes, he started snoring quietly.
Minho sighed and rolled onto his side, closing his eyes and drifting into dreamland, where he dreamed that he had turned into one of those things and Jonghyun was crying as he sliced at Minho's throat, gasping as he sobbed out, "I'm so sorry Minho, I'm so sorry I couldn't save you!"
Author: dubuluvshinee
Pairing: Jongho & Ontae (Taesun, not Taemin)
Rating: PG-13/R
Word count: 1,671
Disclaimer: I don't own SHINee, if I did life would be so much better... I own the plot, nothing else.
Summary: A deadly virus has spread and many have died, coming back as something Jonghyun only remembered seeing in movies. He's searching for safety, and hopefully civilization, when he runs into someone around his age...
"It's really not as bad as it looks, seriously." Minho defended, using his dirty t-shirt to push against his wound to try and stop the bleeding. "I mean, it has been bleeding for a while, but it barely broke the skin. Didn't even get a bite out of me before I bashed it's brains in."
Jonghyun was now in the corner of the room, hugging his knees to his chest. He covered his face with his hands and shook his head, scoffing at Minho. "Doesn't fucking matter if it 'barely broke the skin'," He did a really good imitation of Minho's voice, and Minho chuckled. "You're infected and now you're going to die and turn into one of them."
"How do you know?" Minho rolled his eyes. "You've watched too many zombie movies. Biting doesn't necessarily have to be the cause of the infection."
"I fucking know!" Jonghyun screeched, removing his hands from his face to snarl at Minho. Minho didn't understand why he was so upset, it really wasn't that bad. He noticed that Jonghyun had tears running down his face, and his chin was quivering. That made him feel a bit guilty... "I've seen it before, dammit! You don't know what it's like to see that..."
Minho didn't know what to say, so he said nothing and just continued to sit there on the couch, wincing when he noticed the bite wasn't exactly healing (you would have thought he would have noticed this hours ago) and it just kept bleeding. He sighed and pressed the t-shirt in harder and got ready to stand up to search for something to absorb the blood better when he noticed he was a bit light-headed. Probably because he had been bleeding for hours on end.
Jonghyun, who was watching, pissed and extremely upset, got up and basically stomped his way with a candle into the bathroom in the hallway. Minho could hear him throwing things around until he found what he was looking for, then he stomped his way back into the living room, pushing Minho to lay down on the loveseat with a great big sigh.
"So much for being quiet." Minho mumbled and groaned when Jonghyun poured some disinfectant onto the wound.
"Shut the hell up." Jonghyun hissed and rummaged around inside the First Aid Kit for some gauze and tape. When he found what he needed, he laid about 4 layers of the gauze onto the bite and taped it to Minho's side. Once he was done, he slapped Minho's stomach, and threw the Kit down onto the coffee table, angry. "I should just leave you here."
"Please do." Minho said, smirking at Jonghyun when he sent him an angry glare.
"I thought you were a nice kid. Now you're turning into a douche."
"I was a douche to begin with."
"Shut up."
It was silent for a while, as Minho laid on the couch, staring at Jonghyun, while Jonghyun huffed and puffed angrily as he glared at the floor. Then, Minho finally spoke, breaking their angry silence. His voice was soft though, and the thing he said made Jonghyun's heart ache. "What happened?"
Jonghyun shook his head and balled his fists, lifting them to his face to rub at his eyes which were now filling with unshed tears. He hated thinking about Taemin, so he didn't. And it was easier, since no one had been around to ask him about what had happened, and now that there was... He definitely wasn't going to be able to keep his cool. He was going to cry like a little freaking girl. "I... I really don't want to talk about it."
Minho furrowed his eyebrows. "So someone you knew was bit?"
Jonghyun contemplated shaking his head, but nodded instead, knowing that it was probably best to talk about something that traumatic. He had been keeping it inside for so long that he was sure in due time it would drive him insane. So, he nodded, and Minho's frown deepened.
"Someone you were close to?"
Jonghyun nodded again, and Minho just watched as his shoulders started shaking.
"Your mom?" No.
"Your dad?" No.
"Brother? Sister?"
"Don't have one."
"Best friend?"
Jonghyun finally nodded and sighed, burying his head in his arms, which were now wrapped around his knees, which were pulled up to his chest. It seemed to Minho that Jonghyun was trying to hold himself together. Like if he held himself tight enough, he wouldn't fall apart.
"What happened?"
Jonghyun wasn't going to ignore the question now. The answer just came flying out of his mouth anyway. He couldn't control himself. It was just easy to talk to Minho, for some reason. "My best friend, Taemin. We were stuck at home for 3 days and my parents never came home and I wouldn't let him leave the house, I loved him too much, but he went outside and he - they - it bit him and he... he died. And I had to kill him when he came back." Jonghyun whispered the last part, finally breaking down into sobs.
Minho didn't want to move, he was afraid his wound would start bleeding massively again, so he just waited for Jonghyun's sobs to calm down a bit before he reached his arms out and said, "Come here."
Jonghyun looked up, not even bothering to wipe the tears and snot from his face, and noticed the sad, yet caring look on Minho's face. It made him think of his mom, and then it made him think of the fact that he was never going to see her or his dad again, and then he really lost it. He threw himself forward into Minho's arms and sobbed into his bare chest, until he was sure there were no tears left.
"It just hurts. I thought I was over it, but apparently I wasn't." Jonghyun mumbled when he finally finished crying, sitting up and moving away from Minho to wipe at his face, spreading dirt and grime all over himself. Before this, Jonghyun couldn't stand to feel dirt or mud on his skin, but since then, he had had to learn to cope with the fact that he was dirty and disgusting, and now he was pretty used to it. It didn' t bother him that Minho was also covered in shit and he smelled like armpit and the bottom of a garbage can, he was sure he smelled just as bad, maybe even worse.
"It's fine. It sounds like it was pretty bad."
"It was." Jonghyun sighed and sniffled, and Minho tried to suppress a grin when he noticed Jonghyun's adorable pout. "I loved him, a lot."
"So, you're gay?" Minho accused, jokingly, trying to lighten the mood. Jonghyun flushed bright red and turned away from Minho.
"Shut up."
"So you are?"
"Shut up!"
"And you were in love with this... what's-his-face?"
Jonghyun turned back to Minho and sneered. "His name was Taemin and yes, I was in love with him. Got a problem with that?"
Minho burst out laughing and then immediately regretted it when pain struck his side. He grinned at Jonghyun. "Not really."
"Really?"
"Really." Minho stretched his arms out and folded them behind his head, staring up at the ceiling and watching as the shadows from the candles moved across the wall. Jonghyun stood up and moved towards the window, looking out quickly before closing curtains with a great sigh of relief. He was really paranoid, though, he had every right to be. "Hey, since we're the last human beings in South Korea, why don't we procreate?" Minho asked jokingly and he grinned when he heard Jonghyun laugh.
Jonghyun grabbed a pillow off of the couch and moved towards the armchair across the coffee table from Minho, curling up on his side into a tight little ball, holding the pillow to his chest. He didn't feel bad at all that he was covering the bright white pillow in dirt and crap. No one was coming back to use this anyway. "You're an idiot. Guys can't make babies."
"We can try."
"You just want to have sex."
"Yes, that's true."
Jonghyun scoffed and chuckled at Minho. "I didn't think you'd be this cheeky."
"Well, you didn't know me that well a few hours ago."
"I still don't know you that well."
It was a comfortable silence after that. Jonghyun was utterly exhausted and he knew he probably should have stayed awake, to make sure that when and if Minho changed, he would be able to... yeah. But he was just too tired, having walked for days straight, and he just couldn't stay awake anymore. In the morning, if Minho wasn't dead yet, then he'd search the house for food, and they'd head for Seoul. Though Jonghyun was mostly sure that he was going to wake up and find Minho, dead on the couch, his lifeless body waiting to become undead.
And yet, Jonghyun couldn't find the strength within himself to get up and do the safe thing and find the materials to tie Minho down.
"Jonghyun?"
"Hmm?" He mumbled, kind of angry that Minho was talking now that he was finally able to sleep on something comfortable and not the ground or a tree, where he barely got any sleep because it was hard to sleep when you almost fell over 10 feet every 5 seconds.
"I'm sorry I'm making you go through his again."
"S'okay." Jonghyun mumbled, and he could feel the drool pooling underneath his head. It didn't even bother him like it usually would. He was just. too. tired.
"I apologize in advance for trying to eat your brains too."
Jonghyun would have laughed, and possibly cried, because he was really starting to like Minho, but he was just... so... tired. His mouth fell open and he passed out, and after a few minutes, he started snoring quietly.
Minho sighed and rolled onto his side, closing his eyes and drifting into dreamland, where he dreamed that he had turned into one of those things and Jonghyun was crying as he sliced at Minho's throat, gasping as he sobbed out, "I'm so sorry Minho, I'm so sorry I couldn't save you!"