Scent of Apples 1/?
Title: Scent of Apples
Author: endlessduration
Pairing: Jonghyu x Key
Genre: Romance, AU, Angst
Rating: PG
Chapters: 1 of ?
Summary: It’s annoying, his nagging, his voice, his face, his everything. But how come now that he’s gone, I want him to come back.
Disclaimer: nobody owns them.
I never liked him. Not even a single inch of his skin; his eyes are so annoying, I don’t like the way he looks at me. His nagging is so irritating! Just listening to his voice already makes me throw up! So what if I come home late?! I am not a kid anymore! I can drink alcohol if I want to, I can smoke if I want to! IT’S NONE OF HIS BUSINESS. Kim Kibum is a person I have never wished to have met.
He might hate me because of my nagging. I know he never once liked me. But I like him... So damn much. I know I nag a lot but it’s not really nagging. I bet it just sounds like nagging to him, when in fact it’s not. I just worry about him so much that my mouth can’t stop talking. He always smokes, he always drinks alcohol, he always come home late! I can even smell different women’s scent all over him, but I try my best not to get mad.
Our parents were behind all this. Engagement, marriage and everything else they want to put in, just so their companies and businesses can grow larger than they want it to be. They’re using me! It’s absurd. It hurts them not having me listen to their thoughts, what about me? They never ask even. I am more important that they are. They are so annoying. Everyone else is so annoying!
Even though our parents pair us up like this, it was okay with me. Jonghyun and I would be together... But then, he doesn’t seem to like it, our arranged marriage. It saddens me whenever I see him with other women. It breaks me apart... Does he react like this whenever I’m with someone else? Does he feel insecure when I leave the house and thinks I’ll meet another man?
He probably doesn’t. He’s not like that. Who am I to think that? Who is Kim Kibum in Kim Jonghyun’s life and thoughts? I’ll never be a person who he’ll ever worry about.
It’s been two years and 3 months since our wedding and never had laid our eyes directly on each other’s. We never once talked in those years and I’m still living with him. I’m hurting so much but he can’t see it… Nor, I guess, feel it. I’ve learnt that he’s arrogant, in his world, nobody’s more important other than himself. He’s so selfish. He complains a lot. I try to tell him what’s in my mind, but he doesn’t listen. He thinks I’m nagging. I love you, Jonghyun! Can’t you see that?!
“Jonghyun’s late again,” Kibum said under his breath. He was waiting on the couch with only his fur bathrobe on, leaving a leg exposed. He was half asleep, eyelids halfway to closing his eyes. He just couldn’t stay awake.
Jonghyun arrived not long after Kibum fell asleep on the couch. He arrived to a dark house. It was past midnight so nobody would probably be awake, except for the guards. He marched right into the halls and found his way to the living room. He switched on the lights and found a sleeping Kibum in his bathrobe. Jonghyun’s eyes shot wide at the view. Thumps were felt in his chest; he could feel his face burn up.
“What the…?” He tried to walk away slowly but ends up bumping on the large porcelain vase Kibum bought a long time ago, Jonghyun assumed, making the vase off balance and fall on the floor, crashing into small pieces, with a loud sound. Kibum woke up at the loud crashing sound. He shot up from the couch and looked around. Jonghyun was looking right at him. “J-Jonghyun…?” Kibum rubbed his eyes and looked at the other person.
“Why are you so late again?” Kibum asked as he stood on two feet, looking straight at Jonghyun. His eyes diverted to the small pieces of porcelain scattered on the floor, he looked back at Jonghyun. “I know you don’t like me, Jonghyun! And it’s not my fault we got into this! It’s not my fault you got married to me! I know you hate me so much! And you don’t have to break stuff I own in this house! My mother gave that vase to me! How could you?!!”
Jonghyun was shocked. It was his first to see Kibum like this all mad and angry at him. Jonghyun walked up to Kibum to hug and apologize to him but Kibum just shoved him off and started hitting his chest. “How could you do this? HOW DARE YOU!!!”
He gulped; Jonghyun didn’t know how to make Kibum stop. But there was one thing that crossed his mind-drown Kibum in lust. He didn’t think twice about it and just gave it a go.
Jonghyun grasped Kibum’s wrist and yanked Kibum towards his body. He captured the other’s lips with his and pressed in closer and forcefully to deepen the kiss. Kibum took a step back and tried to pull away but it didn’t budge, Jonghyun’s force was really strong that they fell on the couch. When they did, Jonghyun pulled away to check if Kibum fell for it. But the other didn’t, Jonghyun could tell because Kibum was eyeing him in a weird way, this added to his shock.
“What do you think you’re d-?” Kibum was cut off when Jonghyun licked his neck right after his tongue was darted out of his mouth.
Kibum smelled and tasted like apples. I never thought he would taste so good. The other women I had spent nights with are never this good. I trailed down wet kisses on his torso. I slid my tongue up and now, my breath is ghosting on his left nipple. His body starts trembling and lightly shaking. I still have him pinned on the couch so he can’t escape. Saliva started running down to the tip of my lips then slid off them and landed on the hard piece of skin, now, I’m craving to taste.
“J-Jonghyun... I-it hurts” Kibum moaned.
“But I haven’t done anything to you yet.” I said as a smirk played on my lips. His body is so sensitive, the one thing I want in my partner’s body. But then I realized my grip on his wrists was growing tighter... So this is what hurts. Once I realized this, I let go of his wrists and placed my hands on his waistline. Once I assumed he was comfortable with the placement of my hands on his body, I continued licking him, savouring his taste.
I untied his robe and slid it off his shoulders; more of the apple scent came into my nose. My tongue reached the base of his member. For a feminine looking guy he sure has a large cock, I didn’t mind though. I blew on his length teasingly. Mewls came from Kibum and they sounded so beautiful. I took a hand and the thumb played with his slit. As I did, he started squirming in place. Somehow his hands were pushing me away and his feet were kicking me all over. It was getting irritating.
As I was about to get him inside my mouth, a cheek was suddenly had a stingy feeling. My head was looking away from Kibum, he slapped me. When I realized that my hold on his waist was gone. I was freaking shocked.
“WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU’RE DOING?!” Kibum shouted, “GUARDS!”
With one call guards in black with red earpieces came into the living room. “Take this human to his room, now!” With that being said, the guards did what they were told.
He was in his room’s balcony, feeling the cold breeze on his bare skin. “Hey.”
Kibum looked at the direction where the voice came from, the balcony next to his, Jonghyun’s room balcony. “What do you want?” He asked arrogantly.
Jonghyun leaned on the marble railing of his balcony, “We should continue what we started earlier.”
“I’m not one of your sluts, Kim Jonghyun.” Kibum scoffed, “Go to a strip club and fuck a real slut there.”
“I know that!” Jonghyun shouted.
“Fuck you. Good night.” Kibum said and got back into his room.
The next day during breakfast Kibum didn’t show up.
“Where’s Kibum?” Jonghyun asked one of the maids.
“He’s in the garden, Young Master.”
“Go call him. Tell him that I need him.” Jonghyun commanded.
“He has a guest, Young Master.” The maid answered.
“Never mind then. I’ll call him myself.”
“Isn’t the garden lovely Onew?” Kibum sang as he twirl around the garden. The other man, named Onew, smiled, “As lovely as you, my sweet.” Kibum turned around and ran into Onew’s arms, “Don’t talk like that, Onew. You know I’m married.” He smiled and kissed Onew on his cheek.
They were being all sweet as a couple and didn’t know that someone was watching them. Kim Jonghyun was on the doorstep silently watching. “You’re not a slut, huh? Just what do you think you’re doing?” Jonghyun asked to the wind under his breath.
Kibum and Onew are best friends ever since they can remember so it was normal for them to act this way. But for Jonghyun, who had no interests in Kibum before, never knew about their relationship. Jonghyun doesn’t exactly know why he’s feeling jealous of Onew... or maybe he just can’t confess why.
Thought he was jealous, everything was back to normal. He and Kibum didn’t look at each other; they didn’t utter words to each other, they ignored each other’s presence. But Jonghyun didn’t want it. Not anymore. Not now that he was already able to have a taste. Kibum... He didn’t show any signs of interest towards Jonghyun even though deep inside, he did.
He stopped his nagging ever since that day. He stopped waiting for me to arrive in the night. He stopped having breakfast with me. He stopped knocking on my door every morning just to greet me. He stopped everything. He ignored me. Every time I would walk towards him, he would leave not even sparing me a look. My heart is crushed, torn apart and ignored. THIS IS ANNOYING! He doesn’t want to give me a chance.
Meanwhile in his room, Kibum and Onew were having a talk. “Onew,” Kibum called for him.
“Yes?” Onew sat beside Kibum and took him in his arms. He nuzzled his nose deep into Kibum’s soft locks, “Let’s say you were in my position, how would you feel?”
“Hmm...” He inhaled Kibum’s scent and remembered it... Ever since it was the aroma he had.
Beyond the closed walls, Jonghyun was there. He was just passing by when he heard a voice talking. It wasn’t Kibum’s so he got curious. He pressed his ear close to the wooden door.
“I would divorce him, if I were you. And get married to someone who’s worth of your value.”
“What if you love the person you’re married to and you just can’t decide whether you should divorce with him or not?” Kibum’s voice asked.
“There’s no point really. If the person you’re married to is always drunk and smoking, and always have intercourse with some other people other than you, you’ll only end up hurt.”
“But Onew... I love Jonghyun-”
“-which is really stupid and crazy. There’s no nothing for you in him. If there is it might only be for lust.”
Kibum just let out a sigh. “But if I leave him, where would I go?”
“You could go to my place.”
This person is really trying to steal Kibum away from me, huh?
“Nah, I see you everyday.”
“That’s why we’re already brothers.”
“I love you, Onew... as a best friend and a brother. But please do understand me.”
“Kibum, you love him. He only lusts for you. That’s not right!”
“I know that...”
“Let’s just end this conversation here. I’m just gonna say my main point. I don’t want him for you. I’m your hyung, so you better realize this soon enough.”
“I’ve realized that a long time ago. I just love him so much that... Even if he hurts me countless times, it never mattered.”
The day ended, Kibum went out of his room and headed to the kitchen to get something to eat. Jonghyun was there, pretending to talk to somebody on his phone. He made sure he was talking loud enough so Kibum could hear.
“I mean if he wants to have divorce, its fine with me. Why can’t he do it if he really wants to?”
Kibum held a porcelain plate in one hand and opened the fridge and looked for something to eat. He knew Jonghyun was doing it on purpose; he got mad but controlled himself.
“No. It’s really fine. I mean there are a lot of sluts out there, sex toys everywhere. So I have nothing to worry about.”
Kibum couldn’t take it anymore.
“He could marry anyone else if he wants to. IT DOESN’T MATTER!”
That was it, the last straw.
“WHAT’S YOUR PROBLEM, JONGHYUN?!”
“WHAT’S YOUR’S?!”
“YOU’RE MY PROBLEM! DO YOU THINK YOU COULD KEEP PRETENDING?! PRETENDING TO TALK TO SOMEONE ON THE PHONE?!” Kibum yelled. “DO YOU THINK I’M STUPID?! THAT I WON’T FIND OUT OR NOTICE?!”
“I thought you wouldn’t,” Jonghyun mumbled under his breath. “That’s not what I meant-”
“You’re so irritating!” Kibum forcefully dropped the plate and it crashed into small pieces.
“YOU THINK YOU AREN’T?!”
“I SPEND MY LIFE LOVING YOU BLINDLY AND YOU CAN’T REALIZE THAT?! HOW INSENSITIVE CAN YOU BE?”
“HOW CAN YOU SAY YOU LOVE ME WHEN YOU’RE MEETING WITH SOMEONE ELSE?!”
“HE’S MY BEST FRIEND! YOU COULD’VE KNOWN THAT IF YOU WERE AT LEAST A BIT INTERESTED IN ME AND WHAT WAS GOING ON IN MY LIFE FOR THE PAST 2 YEARS!”
After screaming and shouting, Kibum ran off to the main entrance of their mansion. He got into a car Jonghyun’s mother gave him as a wedding gift. He started the engine and drove off. Actually, Kibum doesn’t know how to drive. He’s still learning and Onew was his mentor. But it never crossed his mind. He just took off, racing down the road. Since he didn’t really know anything about driving, no matter what he tried to do to slow down, he couldn’t.
There were too many people, he can’t slow down, and only brick walls surrounded him. There was nothing else he could do to avoid the people but to... CRASH!!!
Hospital ambulance sirens everywhere, police and rescuers were scattered all over the place. Blood, car pieces, glass; scattered everywhere. And the scent of apples lingered in the air. Kibum was on a green stretcher, bloody and unconscious. First aiders and medics made him wear an oxygen mask to try and keep his breathing stable.
Ring... Ring... Ring...
A somewhat broken-hearted Kim Jonghyun was resting his head on a palm, drinking wine till he drowns himself. Then a sudden ringing echoed in the atmosphere. “Damn it.” He cursed before answering it. “Jonghyun sshi,” A sobbing, and familiar, voice came into his ears. “Y-yes?” Jonghyun stuttered into the phone.
“This is Onew, Kibum’s friend... Kibum.”
Jonghyun’s eyebrows furrowed, “He’s not here-”
“Something happened to him...”
Jonghyun’s eyes widened. “W-what happened?”
“He met an accident just a few minutes ago. He’s unconscious but alive-.”
“I’ll be there. Where are you?!”
The hospital’s heart rate monitor is noisy, indicating that Kibum is still alive. Jonghyun was worried sick of Kibum. No matter how bothersome the noise is, he doesn’t want it to stop. He doesn’t want to loose Kibum...
*end of chapter 1*
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a u t h o r 's n o t e :
hey everyone the reason for the sudden new post is because i am starting to doubt Bitter Sunlight. aish. i think it's a fail. but i'm not saying that i'm gonna stop writing it.
so i'm going to try this one as well. i have 2 challenges for myself. and also please help me with Of Iron Bars, Oxygen and Rust because i really can't get anything to write next. thank you to those who are willing to give me some help. so many things in my head. so little time to write. I WISH SCHOOL AS OVER!!
~i don't really have anything to say about this fic but... Jonghyun and Kibum here fought a lot because of small stuff and i think they're really shallow.
and i know what some of you are gonna say about the smut-ish part. sorry for cutting off the exciting part but i needed a reason for them to fight xD lol.
again sorry about that. :D i'll make it up to you next time.
♥
d o n ' t f o r g e t
comments, suggestions, requests, rants , etc are loved.
Author: endlessduration
Pairing: Jonghyu x Key
Genre: Romance, AU, Angst
Rating: PG
Chapters: 1 of ?
Summary: It’s annoying, his nagging, his voice, his face, his everything. But how come now that he’s gone, I want him to come back.
Disclaimer: nobody owns them.
I never liked him. Not even a single inch of his skin; his eyes are so annoying, I don’t like the way he looks at me. His nagging is so irritating! Just listening to his voice already makes me throw up! So what if I come home late?! I am not a kid anymore! I can drink alcohol if I want to, I can smoke if I want to! IT’S NONE OF HIS BUSINESS. Kim Kibum is a person I have never wished to have met.
He might hate me because of my nagging. I know he never once liked me. But I like him... So damn much. I know I nag a lot but it’s not really nagging. I bet it just sounds like nagging to him, when in fact it’s not. I just worry about him so much that my mouth can’t stop talking. He always smokes, he always drinks alcohol, he always come home late! I can even smell different women’s scent all over him, but I try my best not to get mad.
Our parents were behind all this. Engagement, marriage and everything else they want to put in, just so their companies and businesses can grow larger than they want it to be. They’re using me! It’s absurd. It hurts them not having me listen to their thoughts, what about me? They never ask even. I am more important that they are. They are so annoying. Everyone else is so annoying!
Even though our parents pair us up like this, it was okay with me. Jonghyun and I would be together... But then, he doesn’t seem to like it, our arranged marriage. It saddens me whenever I see him with other women. It breaks me apart... Does he react like this whenever I’m with someone else? Does he feel insecure when I leave the house and thinks I’ll meet another man?
He probably doesn’t. He’s not like that. Who am I to think that? Who is Kim Kibum in Kim Jonghyun’s life and thoughts? I’ll never be a person who he’ll ever worry about.
It’s been two years and 3 months since our wedding and never had laid our eyes directly on each other’s. We never once talked in those years and I’m still living with him. I’m hurting so much but he can’t see it… Nor, I guess, feel it. I’ve learnt that he’s arrogant, in his world, nobody’s more important other than himself. He’s so selfish. He complains a lot. I try to tell him what’s in my mind, but he doesn’t listen. He thinks I’m nagging. I love you, Jonghyun! Can’t you see that?!
“Jonghyun’s late again,” Kibum said under his breath. He was waiting on the couch with only his fur bathrobe on, leaving a leg exposed. He was half asleep, eyelids halfway to closing his eyes. He just couldn’t stay awake.
Jonghyun arrived not long after Kibum fell asleep on the couch. He arrived to a dark house. It was past midnight so nobody would probably be awake, except for the guards. He marched right into the halls and found his way to the living room. He switched on the lights and found a sleeping Kibum in his bathrobe. Jonghyun’s eyes shot wide at the view. Thumps were felt in his chest; he could feel his face burn up.
“What the…?” He tried to walk away slowly but ends up bumping on the large porcelain vase Kibum bought a long time ago, Jonghyun assumed, making the vase off balance and fall on the floor, crashing into small pieces, with a loud sound. Kibum woke up at the loud crashing sound. He shot up from the couch and looked around. Jonghyun was looking right at him. “J-Jonghyun…?” Kibum rubbed his eyes and looked at the other person.
“Why are you so late again?” Kibum asked as he stood on two feet, looking straight at Jonghyun. His eyes diverted to the small pieces of porcelain scattered on the floor, he looked back at Jonghyun. “I know you don’t like me, Jonghyun! And it’s not my fault we got into this! It’s not my fault you got married to me! I know you hate me so much! And you don’t have to break stuff I own in this house! My mother gave that vase to me! How could you?!!”
Jonghyun was shocked. It was his first to see Kibum like this all mad and angry at him. Jonghyun walked up to Kibum to hug and apologize to him but Kibum just shoved him off and started hitting his chest. “How could you do this? HOW DARE YOU!!!”
He gulped; Jonghyun didn’t know how to make Kibum stop. But there was one thing that crossed his mind-drown Kibum in lust. He didn’t think twice about it and just gave it a go.
Jonghyun grasped Kibum’s wrist and yanked Kibum towards his body. He captured the other’s lips with his and pressed in closer and forcefully to deepen the kiss. Kibum took a step back and tried to pull away but it didn’t budge, Jonghyun’s force was really strong that they fell on the couch. When they did, Jonghyun pulled away to check if Kibum fell for it. But the other didn’t, Jonghyun could tell because Kibum was eyeing him in a weird way, this added to his shock.
“What do you think you’re d-?” Kibum was cut off when Jonghyun licked his neck right after his tongue was darted out of his mouth.
Kibum smelled and tasted like apples. I never thought he would taste so good. The other women I had spent nights with are never this good. I trailed down wet kisses on his torso. I slid my tongue up and now, my breath is ghosting on his left nipple. His body starts trembling and lightly shaking. I still have him pinned on the couch so he can’t escape. Saliva started running down to the tip of my lips then slid off them and landed on the hard piece of skin, now, I’m craving to taste.
“J-Jonghyun... I-it hurts” Kibum moaned.
“But I haven’t done anything to you yet.” I said as a smirk played on my lips. His body is so sensitive, the one thing I want in my partner’s body. But then I realized my grip on his wrists was growing tighter... So this is what hurts. Once I realized this, I let go of his wrists and placed my hands on his waistline. Once I assumed he was comfortable with the placement of my hands on his body, I continued licking him, savouring his taste.
I untied his robe and slid it off his shoulders; more of the apple scent came into my nose. My tongue reached the base of his member. For a feminine looking guy he sure has a large cock, I didn’t mind though. I blew on his length teasingly. Mewls came from Kibum and they sounded so beautiful. I took a hand and the thumb played with his slit. As I did, he started squirming in place. Somehow his hands were pushing me away and his feet were kicking me all over. It was getting irritating.
As I was about to get him inside my mouth, a cheek was suddenly had a stingy feeling. My head was looking away from Kibum, he slapped me. When I realized that my hold on his waist was gone. I was freaking shocked.
“WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU’RE DOING?!” Kibum shouted, “GUARDS!”
With one call guards in black with red earpieces came into the living room. “Take this human to his room, now!” With that being said, the guards did what they were told.
He was in his room’s balcony, feeling the cold breeze on his bare skin. “Hey.”
Kibum looked at the direction where the voice came from, the balcony next to his, Jonghyun’s room balcony. “What do you want?” He asked arrogantly.
Jonghyun leaned on the marble railing of his balcony, “We should continue what we started earlier.”
“I’m not one of your sluts, Kim Jonghyun.” Kibum scoffed, “Go to a strip club and fuck a real slut there.”
“I know that!” Jonghyun shouted.
“Fuck you. Good night.” Kibum said and got back into his room.
The next day during breakfast Kibum didn’t show up.
“Where’s Kibum?” Jonghyun asked one of the maids.
“He’s in the garden, Young Master.”
“Go call him. Tell him that I need him.” Jonghyun commanded.
“He has a guest, Young Master.” The maid answered.
“Never mind then. I’ll call him myself.”
“Isn’t the garden lovely Onew?” Kibum sang as he twirl around the garden. The other man, named Onew, smiled, “As lovely as you, my sweet.” Kibum turned around and ran into Onew’s arms, “Don’t talk like that, Onew. You know I’m married.” He smiled and kissed Onew on his cheek.
They were being all sweet as a couple and didn’t know that someone was watching them. Kim Jonghyun was on the doorstep silently watching. “You’re not a slut, huh? Just what do you think you’re doing?” Jonghyun asked to the wind under his breath.
Kibum and Onew are best friends ever since they can remember so it was normal for them to act this way. But for Jonghyun, who had no interests in Kibum before, never knew about their relationship. Jonghyun doesn’t exactly know why he’s feeling jealous of Onew... or maybe he just can’t confess why.
Thought he was jealous, everything was back to normal. He and Kibum didn’t look at each other; they didn’t utter words to each other, they ignored each other’s presence. But Jonghyun didn’t want it. Not anymore. Not now that he was already able to have a taste. Kibum... He didn’t show any signs of interest towards Jonghyun even though deep inside, he did.
He stopped his nagging ever since that day. He stopped waiting for me to arrive in the night. He stopped having breakfast with me. He stopped knocking on my door every morning just to greet me. He stopped everything. He ignored me. Every time I would walk towards him, he would leave not even sparing me a look. My heart is crushed, torn apart and ignored. THIS IS ANNOYING! He doesn’t want to give me a chance.
Meanwhile in his room, Kibum and Onew were having a talk. “Onew,” Kibum called for him.
“Yes?” Onew sat beside Kibum and took him in his arms. He nuzzled his nose deep into Kibum’s soft locks, “Let’s say you were in my position, how would you feel?”
“Hmm...” He inhaled Kibum’s scent and remembered it... Ever since it was the aroma he had.
Beyond the closed walls, Jonghyun was there. He was just passing by when he heard a voice talking. It wasn’t Kibum’s so he got curious. He pressed his ear close to the wooden door.
“I would divorce him, if I were you. And get married to someone who’s worth of your value.”
“What if you love the person you’re married to and you just can’t decide whether you should divorce with him or not?” Kibum’s voice asked.
“There’s no point really. If the person you’re married to is always drunk and smoking, and always have intercourse with some other people other than you, you’ll only end up hurt.”
“But Onew... I love Jonghyun-”
“-which is really stupid and crazy. There’s no nothing for you in him. If there is it might only be for lust.”
Kibum just let out a sigh. “But if I leave him, where would I go?”
“You could go to my place.”
This person is really trying to steal Kibum away from me, huh?
“Nah, I see you everyday.”
“That’s why we’re already brothers.”
“I love you, Onew... as a best friend and a brother. But please do understand me.”
“Kibum, you love him. He only lusts for you. That’s not right!”
“I know that...”
“Let’s just end this conversation here. I’m just gonna say my main point. I don’t want him for you. I’m your hyung, so you better realize this soon enough.”
“I’ve realized that a long time ago. I just love him so much that... Even if he hurts me countless times, it never mattered.”
The day ended, Kibum went out of his room and headed to the kitchen to get something to eat. Jonghyun was there, pretending to talk to somebody on his phone. He made sure he was talking loud enough so Kibum could hear.
“I mean if he wants to have divorce, its fine with me. Why can’t he do it if he really wants to?”
Kibum held a porcelain plate in one hand and opened the fridge and looked for something to eat. He knew Jonghyun was doing it on purpose; he got mad but controlled himself.
“No. It’s really fine. I mean there are a lot of sluts out there, sex toys everywhere. So I have nothing to worry about.”
Kibum couldn’t take it anymore.
“He could marry anyone else if he wants to. IT DOESN’T MATTER!”
That was it, the last straw.
“WHAT’S YOUR PROBLEM, JONGHYUN?!”
“WHAT’S YOUR’S?!”
“YOU’RE MY PROBLEM! DO YOU THINK YOU COULD KEEP PRETENDING?! PRETENDING TO TALK TO SOMEONE ON THE PHONE?!” Kibum yelled. “DO YOU THINK I’M STUPID?! THAT I WON’T FIND OUT OR NOTICE?!”
“I thought you wouldn’t,” Jonghyun mumbled under his breath. “That’s not what I meant-”
“You’re so irritating!” Kibum forcefully dropped the plate and it crashed into small pieces.
“YOU THINK YOU AREN’T?!”
“I SPEND MY LIFE LOVING YOU BLINDLY AND YOU CAN’T REALIZE THAT?! HOW INSENSITIVE CAN YOU BE?”
“HOW CAN YOU SAY YOU LOVE ME WHEN YOU’RE MEETING WITH SOMEONE ELSE?!”
“HE’S MY BEST FRIEND! YOU COULD’VE KNOWN THAT IF YOU WERE AT LEAST A BIT INTERESTED IN ME AND WHAT WAS GOING ON IN MY LIFE FOR THE PAST 2 YEARS!”
After screaming and shouting, Kibum ran off to the main entrance of their mansion. He got into a car Jonghyun’s mother gave him as a wedding gift. He started the engine and drove off. Actually, Kibum doesn’t know how to drive. He’s still learning and Onew was his mentor. But it never crossed his mind. He just took off, racing down the road. Since he didn’t really know anything about driving, no matter what he tried to do to slow down, he couldn’t.
There were too many people, he can’t slow down, and only brick walls surrounded him. There was nothing else he could do to avoid the people but to... CRASH!!!
Hospital ambulance sirens everywhere, police and rescuers were scattered all over the place. Blood, car pieces, glass; scattered everywhere. And the scent of apples lingered in the air. Kibum was on a green stretcher, bloody and unconscious. First aiders and medics made him wear an oxygen mask to try and keep his breathing stable.
Ring... Ring... Ring...
A somewhat broken-hearted Kim Jonghyun was resting his head on a palm, drinking wine till he drowns himself. Then a sudden ringing echoed in the atmosphere. “Damn it.” He cursed before answering it. “Jonghyun sshi,” A sobbing, and familiar, voice came into his ears. “Y-yes?” Jonghyun stuttered into the phone.
“This is Onew, Kibum’s friend... Kibum.”
Jonghyun’s eyebrows furrowed, “He’s not here-”
“Something happened to him...”
Jonghyun’s eyes widened. “W-what happened?”
“He met an accident just a few minutes ago. He’s unconscious but alive-.”
“I’ll be there. Where are you?!”
The hospital’s heart rate monitor is noisy, indicating that Kibum is still alive. Jonghyun was worried sick of Kibum. No matter how bothersome the noise is, he doesn’t want it to stop. He doesn’t want to loose Kibum...
*end of chapter 1*
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a u t h o r 's n o t e :
hey everyone the reason for the sudden new post is because i am starting to doubt Bitter Sunlight. aish. i think it's a fail. but i'm not saying that i'm gonna stop writing it.
so i'm going to try this one as well. i have 2 challenges for myself. and also please help me with Of Iron Bars, Oxygen and Rust because i really can't get anything to write next. thank you to those who are willing to give me some help. so many things in my head. so little time to write. I WISH SCHOOL AS OVER!!
~i don't really have anything to say about this fic but... Jonghyun and Kibum here fought a lot because of small stuff and i think they're really shallow.
and i know what some of you are gonna say about the smut-ish part. sorry for cutting off the exciting part but i needed a reason for them to fight xD lol.
again sorry about that. :D i'll make it up to you next time.
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