rating: pg
genre: au
pairing: onew/key
length: drabble
word count: ~200wc
summary: in which jinki kills a man but he doesn't do it for key.
Untitled #1
A story by Yoonis
In hindsight, Jinki supposes that he did do it for a boy.
And it’s that same boy who walked in the very second Jinki noticed the life in the man’s eyes leave him. The same boy who screamed in horror at the sight before him; it’s all bloody and tense and the night reeks of revenge. Revenge smells like a murder sneaked into a 9 o’clock schedule of sitting in front of the couch like a comatose slob, that routinely old thing that Kibum is used to seeing after a long day at work.
He must have come home thinking that he’d sneak in a hot bath after enduring the drunken debates that usually end with Kibum back into a corner with a bruise painted across his cheek and one on his stomach. He wasn’t expecting this. He wasn’t ready for this. For frail, gentle, bespectacled Jinki from the park to be standing over the corpse of the man Kibum thought was both life and death personified.
He bought dinner and wine and bath salts and while both were meant for separate containers, they all fell to the floor before Kibum’s feet as his hands flew to his mouth. It muffled his screams, but only just.
“I didn’t...” Jinki began, “mean... to...”
Key stopped him. “Don’t say it.”
“He was charging after me,” Jinki continued, “so fast. Like it was either me or him -“
“We have to hide this.” Kibum didn’t need that. He needed to think. They needed to move.
“What?”
“You heard me.”
“But, Key...”
Kibum was already walking over bath salts and noodles to get to the kitchen. They needed plastic bags, something to get rid of the smell, gloves, more plastic bags.
“I didn’t mean to.”Jinki was by the door, back to his meek self. Kibum didn’t think he had it in him. He didn’t think that it would work. The months of talking on the phone, in dingy bars, in the back of his car, it all finally came to fruition.
“I know, Jinki.”
“I didn’t... do it for you.”
They both knew it was a lie but Key figured that it was enough of a price to pay. If Jinki had to live with blood on his hands, Key would have to live with the dots on his just the same.
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