SBB 2011 illustrations for ixjaydee's fic
SBB2011 illustrations: WIRED
“So, does that mean I turn you on, too?”
“I knew you were going to ask me that. I knew it. What kind of professional are you?”
“A curious, and slightly unorthodox one.”
“What kind of guy your age gets braces, anyway? How old are you, like thirty?”
But as time went on, Jinki would be able to stand there with his hands in his pockets, grinning, smirking, smiling at
Jonghyun, and Jonghyun would stand there with his hands to himself. At first, Jinki could see Jonghyun struggling with
himself, and the faces he made were priceless.
There were a few things Jinki thought were strange about his neighbor.
The first thing was that he was always passed out on the front lawn next door when Jinki came out in the morning to get
his newspaper. The second was his guyliner. Guyliner? Jinki thought. Manliner didn’t seem right, and it wasn’t just
eyeliner the way it nearly overwhelmed his eyes. But his guyliner always ran down his face after the sprinklers came on
at exactly eight o’clock in the morning, making him jerk back into consciousness and stumble inside of his house,
fumbling with his keys. Well, if he had his keys on him. Otherwise, he would fall asleep again on the porch chair.
(i'm so sorry about this third illustration, it's the most rushed out of all three. sobs. so not prize-worthy ;~;)
“So, does that mean I turn you on, too?”
“I knew you were going to ask me that. I knew it. What kind of professional are you?”
“A curious, and slightly unorthodox one.”
“What kind of guy your age gets braces, anyway? How old are you, like thirty?”
But as time went on, Jinki would be able to stand there with his hands in his pockets, grinning, smirking, smiling at
Jonghyun, and Jonghyun would stand there with his hands to himself. At first, Jinki could see Jonghyun struggling with
himself, and the faces he made were priceless.
There were a few things Jinki thought were strange about his neighbor.
The first thing was that he was always passed out on the front lawn next door when Jinki came out in the morning to get
his newspaper. The second was his guyliner. Guyliner? Jinki thought. Manliner didn’t seem right, and it wasn’t just
eyeliner the way it nearly overwhelmed his eyes. But his guyliner always ran down his face after the sprinklers came on
at exactly eight o’clock in the morning, making him jerk back into consciousness and stumble inside of his house,
fumbling with his keys. Well, if he had his keys on him. Otherwise, he would fall asleep again on the porch chair.
(i'm so sorry about this third illustration, it's the most rushed out of all three. sobs. so not prize-worthy ;~;)