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Title: Home
Pairing: Jonghyun/Key
Genre: Vignette
Rating: PG
Summary: Kibum rubs his palms together and lets his knee bounce nervously. It's quite abnormal, how the cup of coffee he drank five hours ago still seems to affect him, but he lets that fact go. The only thing he can focus enough on, right now, is that he wants to go home.
A/N: Long time no see, or what? Hahah I know I've been MIA for a while, but this school year is really important to me/eating me up, so. Promise not to stop writing though (insert pinky promise here)! Anyway, hope you enjoy this one, rusty as it may be :3 Prompted by di_as_86 ♥
Kibum rubs his palms together and lets his knee bounce nervously. It's quite abnormal, how the cup of coffee he drank five hours ago still seems to affect him, but he lets that fact go. The only thing he can focus enough on, right now, is that he wants to go home.
The chair he's sitting on isn't comfortable, the clothes he's wearing aren't warm enough for today's weather, and waiting for his turn looks completely uninteresting in his eyes. He doesn't even get why this had to be an outdoors photoshoot. Clearly, his manager must have masochistic tendencies (which Kibum isn't willing to deal with).
"You'll be up in forty minutes," the photographer's assistant informs him as she walks by, not even hurrying, as he notices, and he seriously wonders what is even going to take that long.
He digs around in his pocket. Fishes out his mobile. Checks the time. Starts over. After nine repeats, the hour is different by only three minutes from the first time he checked. Fun times.
He's aware of the fact that he's being grumpy, whiny and dramatic, but he can't contain himself. He feels the urge to nag, stomp his foot and ask to be taken back, away from this place and tucked in someplace comfortable. At least he's got no one to actually pester right now, be that good or not.
What he decides to do is get up, put his spent expression on, and walk those determined steps it takes to get him to his manager. "I'm feeling sick," he says once he's there, silently enough to sound like it and loudly enough to be taken seriously.
"Is that so?" he asks in return, studying him unreadable as ever.
Kibum breathes slowly. "Yes, and I would like to head back home. I'm sure my set of shots can be taken some other day," he replies with only a hint of uncertainty, and desperately wishes for it to work.
A couple long seconds go by before he actually nods with a "If you're feeling that bad, Kibum, I guess I could arrange that," he pauses to push some buttons on his mobile and continues, "The van will transfer you to the dorm, and we'll talk about this tomorrow."
He smiles a thank you and turns around, glimpsing only a bit of Jonghyun posing in the meantime; the other's eyes flash with something unrecognisable when they catch sight of him, but Kibum only replies with a wave. He gets out of the photoshoot's clothes and into his own, and is out of there before anyone can catch up to him.
Out of here.
+
When his dream of kicking his shoes away and sinking into the couch is fulfilled, it frankly doesn't feel as perfect as he had imagined it to be.
The television is off, the lighting is dim, and his muscles start to jump at the sudden calmness, but nothing feels quite right, surprisingly. Nobody's making a fuss out of his shampoo being stolen, there are no teasingly dramatic arguments over getting to watch the nightly news or a random drama, and the fact that no notes are being sung unsettles him.
He can find neither physical, nor mental comfort. The couch is too stiff and his head is too busy counting the losses.
The decision he eventually comes to is that this must be the first time he truly experiences what an empty house feels like, and, before he can even elaborate on that thought, the exhaustion that takes over his eyelids is too much to fight against.
He nods off.
+
The next time he actually establishes contact with his environment, it's only hushed voices and the feeling of being surrounded.
It's weird, because all information he manages to collect gets mixed up with his nap's dream -which is quite honestly a freaky combination-, but as seconds go by, he starts coming around.
...here? His neck will get sore, I can tell you that, he hears, and the voice isn't that difficult to recognise, considering its factual tone, but things get trickier as another one joins in. But we can't wake him up. What are we gonna do, carry him? it says, emphasising the last two words, and the silence that follows goes unregistered, the empty space filled in by things his imagination makes up.
Soon, though, his brain snaps out of its dreamy state, when more dialogue around him turns into something much more real. He can sense his personal space grow limited before two hands take hold of his waist, almost applying power yet not really. He doesn't even need to open his eyes to see who it is; his nose does a good job at letting him know.
"If only you could be realistic," he half-whispers close to what must be Jonghyun's ear, and the other pulls back just the moment Kibum groggily opens his eyes. His bones feel suspiciously a lot like jello.
"Word," Taemin mutters humorously before stepping away, probably off to the kitchen, and all Kibum can see is a flabbergasted expression on Jonghyun's part.
"You're saying I can't carry you?" he asks him, and Kibum manages to lift an ironic eyebrow, despite sleep still lingering around him. Jonghyun is leaning close to him, having never really withdrawn, and Kibum notices him glance briefly at Jinki.
He's sitting on the other end of the couch, listening in while looking like he isn't, and, miraculously, he's already in pajamas. They both soon ignore him, the sound of Minho turning pages in the background.
"So, are you?" Jonghyun persists, his mouth remaining just a tiny bit open, his lips fixed in a challenging pose.
"I do believe so," he replies matter-of-factly, and Jonghyun's eyes squint just as Taemin audibly destroys something in the kitchen.
Next time he blinks, Kibum's arms are hanging along Jonghyun's back, and his torso's weight almost makes his legs fly in the air, but Jonghyun saves him with his right hand around Kibum's thigh, his left one grabbing the small of his back, steadying him on top of his own shoulder.
There's a strong oomph on Jonghyun's part and irresistible laugher coming out of Kibum's mouth. The shot of adrenaline wakes him up, along with the rest of the block, probably. He only manages to see a couple of shaking heads in the living room before Jonghyun walks out, heading towards the bedrooms.
"A caveman is what you are!" he shouts, and the growl he receives as a reply is accompanied by the grips on his body tightening. Kibum can't deny this may be one of the best wake-up calls ever.
Jonghyun clicks the light of Kibum's room on as soon as they get in, and everything looks so different when looking at it from this angle, Kibum may as well do all this more frequently.
The pressure on him slowly goes away and, before he even knows it, his back collides with the mattress of his bed; Jonghyun's close and the light isn't reaching his face just right.
Both their smiles gradually fade out and Kibum can feel his eyes growing heavier, but he still focuses on Jonghyun's stare.
"You worried us, just so you know," Jonghyun says, his tone calm and low as if scolding a kid you have a soft spot for.
"Did I?" Kibum asks while drawing his knees up, and suddenly it feels like his whole world is much narrower, more Jonghyun, less reality.
And Jonghyun only nods slowly, his elbows now on each side of Kibum, his hip on the outer side of the bed, his feet on the wooden floor. "You had Jinki tripping over whether we had done anything to you. Taemin kept glaring at me and Minho kept trying to slap sense into our heads. You know, the usual."
Kibum chuckles and tucks a strand of hair behind his ear, his arm falling very close to Jonghyun's arm. His skin feels pleasantly warm, he finds out.
"Should let you sleep now," he says but doesn't really stand up, lingering long enough for Kibum to go Jonghyun? To which the latter replies with a "Hm?"
"You really didn't do anything," he simply says.
"I know," Jonghyun replies with a smile and leans further down, his mouth pressing so close to the heart of Kibum's lips it almost makes the latter run out of breath, and the moment feels like it lasts a whole lot longer that it actually does. Kibum's eyes close, despite the fact that this isn't even a real kiss, and his lips push back at whatever skin they find, for a second.
Turn it down! A voice goes off in the other side of the house, and they both grin, growing apart.
"Gotta go shut the kids up," Jonghyun whispers, and Kibum almost laughs at how sweetly stupid this is; playing house at this age. If this really is considered playing, anyway.
"Go get 'em, caveman," he grins, turning his back to Jonghyun's cheerful expression as the lights go out and the door is closed half-way. He stuffs his hand underneath the pillow and lets his eyes fall shut once more; this time truly in peace.
Considering what his mother once told him is true, that home isn't really a place, but, in reality, a group of people, then he's sure that the others don't know -nobody knows- that he's already found his own home.
Sort-of-personal-note-only-not: Since I've had no will to work on any of my WIP!longfics, I thought it'd be cool if you checked out my prompts post/inspired me with short stories/motivated me to get off my ass and write? LOL. But, yeah, just leaving this here :3 ♥
Pairing: Jonghyun/Key
Genre: Vignette
Rating: PG
Summary: Kibum rubs his palms together and lets his knee bounce nervously. It's quite abnormal, how the cup of coffee he drank five hours ago still seems to affect him, but he lets that fact go. The only thing he can focus enough on, right now, is that he wants to go home.
A/N: Long time no see, or what? Hahah I know I've been MIA for a while, but this school year is really important to me/eating me up, so. Promise not to stop writing though (insert pinky promise here)! Anyway, hope you enjoy this one, rusty as it may be :3 Prompted by di_as_86 ♥
Kibum rubs his palms together and lets his knee bounce nervously. It's quite abnormal, how the cup of coffee he drank five hours ago still seems to affect him, but he lets that fact go. The only thing he can focus enough on, right now, is that he wants to go home.
The chair he's sitting on isn't comfortable, the clothes he's wearing aren't warm enough for today's weather, and waiting for his turn looks completely uninteresting in his eyes. He doesn't even get why this had to be an outdoors photoshoot. Clearly, his manager must have masochistic tendencies (which Kibum isn't willing to deal with).
"You'll be up in forty minutes," the photographer's assistant informs him as she walks by, not even hurrying, as he notices, and he seriously wonders what is even going to take that long.
He digs around in his pocket. Fishes out his mobile. Checks the time. Starts over. After nine repeats, the hour is different by only three minutes from the first time he checked. Fun times.
He's aware of the fact that he's being grumpy, whiny and dramatic, but he can't contain himself. He feels the urge to nag, stomp his foot and ask to be taken back, away from this place and tucked in someplace comfortable. At least he's got no one to actually pester right now, be that good or not.
What he decides to do is get up, put his spent expression on, and walk those determined steps it takes to get him to his manager. "I'm feeling sick," he says once he's there, silently enough to sound like it and loudly enough to be taken seriously.
"Is that so?" he asks in return, studying him unreadable as ever.
Kibum breathes slowly. "Yes, and I would like to head back home. I'm sure my set of shots can be taken some other day," he replies with only a hint of uncertainty, and desperately wishes for it to work.
A couple long seconds go by before he actually nods with a "If you're feeling that bad, Kibum, I guess I could arrange that," he pauses to push some buttons on his mobile and continues, "The van will transfer you to the dorm, and we'll talk about this tomorrow."
He smiles a thank you and turns around, glimpsing only a bit of Jonghyun posing in the meantime; the other's eyes flash with something unrecognisable when they catch sight of him, but Kibum only replies with a wave. He gets out of the photoshoot's clothes and into his own, and is out of there before anyone can catch up to him.
Out of here.
+
When his dream of kicking his shoes away and sinking into the couch is fulfilled, it frankly doesn't feel as perfect as he had imagined it to be.
The television is off, the lighting is dim, and his muscles start to jump at the sudden calmness, but nothing feels quite right, surprisingly. Nobody's making a fuss out of his shampoo being stolen, there are no teasingly dramatic arguments over getting to watch the nightly news or a random drama, and the fact that no notes are being sung unsettles him.
He can find neither physical, nor mental comfort. The couch is too stiff and his head is too busy counting the losses.
The decision he eventually comes to is that this must be the first time he truly experiences what an empty house feels like, and, before he can even elaborate on that thought, the exhaustion that takes over his eyelids is too much to fight against.
He nods off.
+
The next time he actually establishes contact with his environment, it's only hushed voices and the feeling of being surrounded.
It's weird, because all information he manages to collect gets mixed up with his nap's dream -which is quite honestly a freaky combination-, but as seconds go by, he starts coming around.
...here? His neck will get sore, I can tell you that, he hears, and the voice isn't that difficult to recognise, considering its factual tone, but things get trickier as another one joins in. But we can't wake him up. What are we gonna do, carry him? it says, emphasising the last two words, and the silence that follows goes unregistered, the empty space filled in by things his imagination makes up.
Soon, though, his brain snaps out of its dreamy state, when more dialogue around him turns into something much more real. He can sense his personal space grow limited before two hands take hold of his waist, almost applying power yet not really. He doesn't even need to open his eyes to see who it is; his nose does a good job at letting him know.
"If only you could be realistic," he half-whispers close to what must be Jonghyun's ear, and the other pulls back just the moment Kibum groggily opens his eyes. His bones feel suspiciously a lot like jello.
"Word," Taemin mutters humorously before stepping away, probably off to the kitchen, and all Kibum can see is a flabbergasted expression on Jonghyun's part.
"You're saying I can't carry you?" he asks him, and Kibum manages to lift an ironic eyebrow, despite sleep still lingering around him. Jonghyun is leaning close to him, having never really withdrawn, and Kibum notices him glance briefly at Jinki.
He's sitting on the other end of the couch, listening in while looking like he isn't, and, miraculously, he's already in pajamas. They both soon ignore him, the sound of Minho turning pages in the background.
"So, are you?" Jonghyun persists, his mouth remaining just a tiny bit open, his lips fixed in a challenging pose.
"I do believe so," he replies matter-of-factly, and Jonghyun's eyes squint just as Taemin audibly destroys something in the kitchen.
Next time he blinks, Kibum's arms are hanging along Jonghyun's back, and his torso's weight almost makes his legs fly in the air, but Jonghyun saves him with his right hand around Kibum's thigh, his left one grabbing the small of his back, steadying him on top of his own shoulder.
There's a strong oomph on Jonghyun's part and irresistible laugher coming out of Kibum's mouth. The shot of adrenaline wakes him up, along with the rest of the block, probably. He only manages to see a couple of shaking heads in the living room before Jonghyun walks out, heading towards the bedrooms.
"A caveman is what you are!" he shouts, and the growl he receives as a reply is accompanied by the grips on his body tightening. Kibum can't deny this may be one of the best wake-up calls ever.
Jonghyun clicks the light of Kibum's room on as soon as they get in, and everything looks so different when looking at it from this angle, Kibum may as well do all this more frequently.
The pressure on him slowly goes away and, before he even knows it, his back collides with the mattress of his bed; Jonghyun's close and the light isn't reaching his face just right.
Both their smiles gradually fade out and Kibum can feel his eyes growing heavier, but he still focuses on Jonghyun's stare.
"You worried us, just so you know," Jonghyun says, his tone calm and low as if scolding a kid you have a soft spot for.
"Did I?" Kibum asks while drawing his knees up, and suddenly it feels like his whole world is much narrower, more Jonghyun, less reality.
And Jonghyun only nods slowly, his elbows now on each side of Kibum, his hip on the outer side of the bed, his feet on the wooden floor. "You had Jinki tripping over whether we had done anything to you. Taemin kept glaring at me and Minho kept trying to slap sense into our heads. You know, the usual."
Kibum chuckles and tucks a strand of hair behind his ear, his arm falling very close to Jonghyun's arm. His skin feels pleasantly warm, he finds out.
"Should let you sleep now," he says but doesn't really stand up, lingering long enough for Kibum to go Jonghyun? To which the latter replies with a "Hm?"
"You really didn't do anything," he simply says.
"I know," Jonghyun replies with a smile and leans further down, his mouth pressing so close to the heart of Kibum's lips it almost makes the latter run out of breath, and the moment feels like it lasts a whole lot longer that it actually does. Kibum's eyes close, despite the fact that this isn't even a real kiss, and his lips push back at whatever skin they find, for a second.
Turn it down! A voice goes off in the other side of the house, and they both grin, growing apart.
"Gotta go shut the kids up," Jonghyun whispers, and Kibum almost laughs at how sweetly stupid this is; playing house at this age. If this really is considered playing, anyway.
"Go get 'em, caveman," he grins, turning his back to Jonghyun's cheerful expression as the lights go out and the door is closed half-way. He stuffs his hand underneath the pillow and lets his eyes fall shut once more; this time truly in peace.
Considering what his mother once told him is true, that home isn't really a place, but, in reality, a group of people, then he's sure that the others don't know -nobody knows- that he's already found his own home.
Sort-of-personal-note-only-not: Since I've had no will to work on any of my WIP!longfics, I thought it'd be cool if you checked out my prompts post/inspired me with short stories/motivated me to get off my ass and write? LOL. But, yeah, just leaving this here :3 ♥