Convicted [3/?]
Title: Convicted [3/?]
Pairing: JongKey
Word Count: 1569
Rating: NC-17
Genre: drama, prison, smut
Warning: character's death (but I won't tell you whose and when)
Summary:Kim Jonghyun is the best forensic psychologist in Seul, but he's never dealt with a murderer- especially this kind of a murderer.
(bad summary^ ^'')
PREVIOUS CHAPTERS: 1, 2
III: Birth
Doing the shopping at the druggist’s wasn’t something that Jonghyun was used to do, so it didn’t surprise him that he mistook lipsticks with eyeliners. When he finally got to the right thing, mark of Sensique, he felt at least stupid- fidgeting about in such shop, among such many women. That was surely looking uncanny.
But he didn’t care about this anymore when he spotted them.
She was beautiful and classy as always; her hair were neatly brushed, her clothes- a suit and a skirt perfectly ironed, her make up making her look like a doll. She was dazzling as ever, and Jonghyun hated her for that. She was always like this before and that’s what made him fall for her. The reason to hate- or rather, regret the lost time- was standing right next to her, embracing her by waist.
The waist I used to embrace these past six months as well.
The man was a very charming type- actually, he could be called beautiful as well as his partner. His face wasn’t handsome in particular; he had plump, pink tanged lips, black, layered hair with a fringe, smooth skin. He was also wearing cross earrings and a jeans jacket, which was rather slinky. He couldn’t be valued with words ‘manly, handsome, harsh’; the ones for him were ‘delicate, beautiful, smooth’
just like Kibum
No wonder why Sekyung picked him over Jonghyun.
But that didn’t change the fact that she could at least pretend that he once meant something to her. Because the way she smirked at him- making it really visible for her current lover which made Jonghyun even more embattled - wasn’t something you would consider a greet from a person who had loved you once.
That grin said ‘oh, well, and have I told you already that he’s hundred times better in bed than you? And, what are you doing here? Don’t tell me you’re buying a gift for your imaginary girlfriend…’
Jonghyun didn’t frown, didn’t smile, didn’t shrink. He just stood there, trying his best not to cry out loud, instead sending Sekyung his coldest gaze which signified disappointment.
Though he was rather disappointed on his own self than on her.
She was the winner after all.
* * *
-Here. The charcoal and the eyeliner.
Key just glared at him, walking towards the gratings. As he reached his hand out to take what he ordered, Jonghyun eyed him carefully.
The boy was really
beautiful
well-groomed, though he had no conditions or need to take care of his looks. But he did, and it was all reflected in his trim nails, clean fingers, brushed hair. Even his brows were plucked.
When he passed him the carbon and the eyeliner he got caught by his unfriendly sight.
-Have you stared enough? Or you like what you see?
But before Jonghyun could think of a proper answer, Kibum was back on his bunk, leaning to a glass of water on a desk next to him.
Jonghyun didn’t say a word when the latter started painting his eyelashes, eyeing his reflection in the glass of water. After a few more seconds he cursed harshly.
-Fuck! What the fuck is this shit?!
He looked at the package and rolled his eyes.
-Sensique? Are you fucking kidding me? Aren’t you rich enough to buy something with a quality of Clarins at least?
Jonghyun just stared in disbelief.
-What…
-Gosh, you’re so hopeless- Kibum said, shaking his head, then attempting to paint his eyelashes after all. He had nothing else.
-Well… are you done already? Today we were going to be talki-
-I just can’t believe how dumb you are- Kibum cut him, now laying on his bunk on his tummy, holding the charcoal and a paper sheet in front of him.
Jonghyun had no idea what was it for, but didn’t ask him. He had other things to do.
-Then don’t. Let’s just finally get down to what we ought to do.
-Means?
-You promised to talk with me.
Scrabbling something with the charcoal on the sheet, Kibum shortly answered.
-Uh-huh. And? What do you want to talk about?
-About, let’s say, why you don’t want to go out of this place.
Kibum’s hand froze for a moment before he glanced up at Jonghyun, eyeing him with antipathy.
-I’m here because of what I’ve done.
-So?
-So I need to be punished for it. I deserved it. That’s all- he shrugged, facing the paper again.
Jonghyun had to restrain himself from saying something stupid, like “You’re the very first prisoner I’ve met that says he gets what he deserves”.
Because the castigation that Kibum got was somehow… of a different value.
-I didn’t ask you whether you deserve to be punished, I asked you why you don’t want to get out.
-I already told you. I have to pay for what I’ve done.
The stubbornly and confidence were visible in Kibum’s voice and Jonghyun was slowly losing ideas. That wasn’t what he expected.
-Well… therefore, maybe you’d tell me about your family?
This time Kibum perforated the sheet.
-… what?
-Tell me about your family. Who are your parents. Where do they live, what do they do. Do you have any siblings. Anything you want.
-Why should I if you have it all in your fucking files- Kibum gritted his teeth.
I haven’t read them, thought Jonghyun. It was never necessary because sooner or later the convicted would talk about it freely. Therefore he didn’t need it.
-I want you to tell me this yourself.
Kibum frowned and shook his head lightly.
-There’s nothing to tell. My family and I never got along well. I don’t know what they do.
-Well, and why you don’t get along well with them?
-Different point of view. Nothing more.
Well.
-How about you and this ‘Vogue’ thing? Why were you reading it?
Kibum rolled his eyes at the absurd change of the subject.
-Geez, I already to-
-Was if often read in your house?
-… and why are you asking?- Kibum asked, his voice lowered.
Why feeling so insecure over such casual question?
-Because it’s rather uncommon for a prisoner to choose ‘Vogue’ over all magazines. Are your parents’ works somehow linked to this topic?
Key shifted, focusing on scrabbling on the paper.
-Kind of.
-Kind of?
-I really have no idea why you’re asking me all this if you read the files. Or, you didn’t?
-I did. But I see no point in trying to strike up a more meaningful conversation right now.
Half of an hour later their talk didn’t change anything, didn’t give Jonghyun any clue, except for the fact, that Kibum didn’t like to talk about his private life. And Jonghyun wasn’t too creative right then, thinking ‘why the hell is this guy sending me glances’ and not being able to see through Kibum’s mind.
That’s why he decided to end it there, fixed his tie and wanted to leave, when Kibum stopped him, walking towards the gratings and handing him the paper sheet.
-Remember it’s black. B-L-A-C-K. I used the charcoal so you could tell the difference between gray and black.
Jonghyun just froze, eyeing the sketch that he was holding in his hand.
Kibum smirked.
-Maybe that will somehow change your fatal taste for clothes.
And like this he went back to his bunk, opening ‘Vogue’ and eyeing the very first article he would see.
Jonghyun wasn’t aware of the fact that he just covered his face with the magazine to be able to glance at him freely.
* * *
After a week Jonghyun was already tired of being treated like this by a guy who was younger than him. He didn’t care if he succeeded with his mission, it was all so pointless and leading to nowhere.
One day, when he was officially too sick to continue another talk of kind “Tell me about this” “No, because I don’t fucking care”, his mobile phone started ringing.
Kibum frowned at the sight of dumbfounded Jonghyun (who forgot to turn the phone off for the very first time) that picked up, not caring about their talk.
-…Yes? … WHAT?! Oh my God, I’ll be right there!- he exclaimed, much to Kibum’s surprise and he almost jumped. Seeing the psychologist all hyper wasn’t something that the convicted expected.
-I’ll be going now, you think about if you will ever speak to me of what we both need to get you out of here- Jonghyun said, putting the phone to his pocket and starting walking away.
-Yah! What the fuck is that? You’re supposed to do your work, huh? Isn’t that what they pay you for?
Jonghyun stopped and then slowly turned around.
-You want me to stay?
-Fuck you. I hate people like you, who just think about money and don’t do their job properly. And who don’t really feel their job.
-You’ll tell me tomorrow what does ‘feel their job’ mean, now I have to rush. My sister just gave birth.
This sentence changed Kibum’s face diametrically.
-Gave… birth?
-Uh huh, exactly 15 minutes ago, and I really have to go there now.
And he left Kibum there, not caring about the guy even a bit.
He was too happy to notice the very visible mix of emotions on that usually proud and still face.
Emotions that were surely not fitting Kibum.
Not even a little.
A/N: OK IT TOOK ME FOREVER TO UPDATE AND I'M SURE NONE OF YOU REMEMBER THIS STORY XDD Buuuuuuut it's my favorite one and I will never ever drop it, so. I wanted to post it though it's rather rushed... but in the 5th or 6th chapter things will get more clear and way more interesting, I promise^ ^''
The header, as well as the sketch were made by my sister stinacarison who tries to convince me that she doesn't like JongKey or yaoi even a little but well, I know better XDD THANK YOU!! ♥ ♥ ♥