Love Is Sick 6/?
Title: Love is Sick
Pairing: Jongkey
Rating: PG-13 - R
Summary: Love has a sick way of fucking you over. If love is natural, love is
effortless, and love has no boundaries, then why is my love considered
wrong? If two people really love each other, they can’t help that. They
want to embrace it so badly and feel that love wrap its arms around
them. They want to share that love and not feel bad about it. Is that so
much to ask?
I guess I’ve always known that I’m in love with my brother. I don’t just love him - I love
him. And maybe I hold on a little too long when I hug him, and maybe
telling him that he’s beautiful in the mornings isn’t right, but I still love him. Love has no boundaries, right?
It sucks when the only person you’re capable of loving this way is the one person that you shouldn’t… Love is a sickness. Love is sick.
Warning: !AU INCEST FIC
(1.) (2.) (3.) (4.) (5.)
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I love lazy mornings with Key. I love when one of us wakes up and silently lays in bed and waits for the other. I love waking up first, because Key is so adorable when he sleeps. His eyelashes splay across his cheeks and his lips are plump with sleep and parted though he breathes out of his nose. The innocence I get to see displayed over his flawless face is refreshing. Waking up to that in the morning guarantees a good for me.
But there are days, such as today, that I know are going to be exhausting. You can kind of tell how your day is going to be by the way you wake up. If you wake up feeling rested, looking at Key’s sleeping face, then it’s going to be a good day. Today is not one of those days.
“Jjong, wake up.”
Key has been at this for twenty minutes - telling me to wake up and pushing on my back, trying to roll me over and out of bed. I tried ignoring him, but that doesn’t work. Nothing annoys Key more than being ignored does. If I ignore him, he becomes twenty times more insistent and obnoxious.
“Key, I’m sleeping,” I mumble into my pillow, refusing to open my eyes and give him the satisfaction of ruining my sleep. “There are reasons alarms exist. So that I can set them for when I want to wake up.”
He whines loudly and shoves me again. “It’s almost ten. Get up.”
I grunt my annoyance. “No,” I groan. “My alarm is set for ten. I’m sleeping until it goes off.”
“Fine,” he grumbles. He’s annoyed that I’m not getting up, but he’ll get over it. I’ll buy him a new pair of jeans or something today to make up for it.
Triumph washes over me when I feel him get up and hear him leave the room, feet pattering lightly against the hardwood floor. I smile into my pillow and nuzzle against the material. There aren’t a lot of things that feel better than being able to sleep longer when you’re still tired. I like it when Key lets me have my way.
Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep.
“Are you fucking kidding me?!” I shout angrily into my pillow.
Key comes running back into the room and grabs my blanket, pulling it off of me and letting the cold air swirl around my body. “Okay, your alarm’s going off! Time to get up!”
I shiver and sit up, glaring at Key with every ounce of annoyance in my body. He’s like an eight year old kid on Christmas morning, all excited and full of this crazy fucking energy. Punk. “Don’t look at me like that,” I growl, forcing myself to stand up and then running my fingers through my hair.
He smiles innocently at me. “Look at you like what?” But he knows exactly what look. The look that says, ha ha, I got my way and you didn’t. He gives me that look all the time. He’s such a pain in the ass.
My feet begin carrying me out of the room. I think I’m heading to the kitchen, but I haven’t decided yet. I don’t think I’m awake enough to eat, yet.
“Are we going to take a shower?” Key asks, jumping on my back and nearly knocking me over.
I barely manage to keep my footing and slide my hands under his knees to hold him up. “I’m going to take a nap on the couch,” I reply.
“What couch?”
Oh, right. I forgot that we moved. “Damn it,” I groan, rubbing at my eyes.
Key reaches around and smacks my hands. “Don’t rub your eyes. You’ll get dirt and germs in them and they’ll get infected,” he scolds.
“I’m sorry, are you the hyung?” I ask irately.
He laughs lightly. “Let’s go shopping today! For a couch!”
I sigh and set him down once we’re in the kitchen. “We have to figure out which school to get you enrolled into, first,” I mumble, opening the fridge to search for anything edible. I guess eating will wake me up a little.
“Yeah, but that won’t take all day,” he replies, reaching into the fridge to grab a Tupperware of something. “Here, I made this earlier.”
I take the Tupperware and grab a bowl and a spoon and dump some of the kimchi-jjigae he made into the bowl. “How do you know it won’t take all day?” I put the bowl into the microwave and punch in a few numbers to get it going.
“Quit being such a downer. Don’t you want to go out and spend time with me?” he asks, hands on his hips.
I smile at him. “Yes, I do, but I’m tired,” I reply.
“Well eat, let’s take a shower, and then you’ll be wide awake.”
Taking a shower with him would wake me up - but only because I’d have to fight off a boner the entire time. I don’t really want to be in that position this morning, no matter how much I like seeing Key naked. I really don’t think I’ll be able to keep it down if we shower together.
“You shower first,” I say, taking my bowl to the table. “You take longer to get ready.”
“Whatever.” Key rolls his eyes at me and leaves the kitchen. “Don’t turn the sink on!”
“Got it!”
I stick my spoon into the bowl and shovel some of the food into my mouth. Key is an amazing cook. He’s never made something that I didn’t like. Even when he’s experimenting, I tend to love it all.
It’s easy to love everything about Key. To love his cooking, love his style, his hair, his attitude (though annoying at times) and overall just him. He has a huge heart with room to love everyone, but you’re lucky if he lets you in because he’s guarded. Right now, I’m the only person in there. It’s selfish, but I like it that way. I don’t like to feel threatened by people like Minho, or people like Key’s first “boyfriend” that lasted all of two weeks when Key was still in middle school and I was in my first year of high school. I’ve always been the only person with a solid spot in Key’s heart - it worries me that one day I might lose that spot and someone else will take it.
“Jjong! I’m out! You can get in now!” Key yells from his room.
I forgot we have two bathrooms now, too.
I finish eating and dump my dishes into the sink before heading to the bathroom to shower. I don’t take a very long one because I know Key would run in and yell at me to hurry up anyways. I wrap a towel around my waist after I’ve finished and return to my room to get dressed.
“Yah, don’t wear those.”
All I did was pick up an old pair of jeans and it was like Key could smell it. He ran in here glaring at me and knocked them out of my hand.
“Why not?” I ask him, picking the jeans back up. They’re just plain dark jeans - I don’t see anything wrong with them.
Key scoffs and takes them away from me. “Because, they don’t look that good on you,” he says, tossing them back into my dresser and taking out a different pair.
“Gee, thanks,” I mumble.
“Those ones are too long in the leg,” he explains, handing me the newer pair. “They make your legs look shorter. So if you wear ones that actually fit, you won’t look as short.”
Just the confidence booster I needed. “Thanks.” I loaded as much sarcasm into that as I could and put on the jeans.
“Don’t be mean, I was helping you out,” Key says with a pout before he picks out a shirt for me to wear, too.
I put on the plain blue shirt and rub my towel through my hair again.
“You need a haircut,” he announces, taking a step forward and running his fingers through my hair. “Can I cut it when we get back?”
“Sure.”
He sighs agitatedly. “Are you mad at me?”
I raise an eyebrow. “Huh? No.”
“Then why are you so unenthusiastic about going out today?”
I smile and put my hands on his hips. “I’m not. I just need to wake up a little more.”
He wraps his arms around my neck and gives me a friendly hug. “Make some coffee,” he suggests when he pulls away from me.
“I’ll buy some when we’re out. Let’s go.”
We both grab shoes and I snag my wallet and we leave to make our first pit stop at one of the many coffee shops around. After I’ve got some caffeine in my system, the day speeds up. We pick out Key’s school - an all-boys school with no tolerance for bullying - and then do some furniture and clothes shopping. I definitely spend a little more on the couch than I should, but it’s so comfortable that I won’t pass it up.
After clothes and furniture shopping - and after paying a truck to deliver the couch, the recliner, and the new beds - we stop by the drug store to grab medicine and the blond hair dye and bleach Key wanted. He told me he’s planning on dying his hair blond. We’ll see how that goes. He looks great in anything, but we both failed to ask the school if dyed hair was permitted.
Now - that we’ve finally helped unload the furniture - I’m completely exhausted from the six hours of school-searching, clothes shopping, furniture buying, and job applying. I must have applied at four different coffee shops just on our block alone. And Key ordered something to drink from every single one of them. Now he’s suffering a caffeine high and a sugar rush.
“Let me cut your hair!” He shouts excitedly, dumping out the drug store bag all over the kitchen table. Bottles of pills, shampoo, conditioner, and sticks of eyeliner spread and roll off onto the floor. Luckily, nothing breaks.
“No,” I reply, shaking my head. “No way. You’re acting like you’re on speed. You’re going to mess it up.”
He gives me a hurt, shocked look. “You think I would mess up your hair? Your beautiful hair? Jjong, trust me, I wouldn’t mess up your hair because then I’d have to be seen with someone that looks like a scrub, and my image couldn’t handle that.”
My jaw drops. “Your image? You have no image, yet!”
“Yeah, well I’m not starting a bad one. Let me do you hair, please? Please, please, please, please, please?”
I sigh and rub my temples. “Key-“
“Please?!”
“Ugh, fine.” I really need to grow a backbone.
I’m ushered into my bathroom - yes, my bathroom, because Key refuses to let his become even slightly dirty - and shoved onto the toilet seat to sit and wait patiently for him to start. He runs back out into the kitchen and returns with the drug store bag - which is filled again - as well as a razor blade and a pair of scissors.
“What’d you bring the hair dye and stuff in for?” I ask as Key ties on an apron and pushes the sleeves of his oversized sweater up.
He gives me a look. “Just shut up and let me work.”
I eye the hair dye and bleach warily. “You’re not bleaching my hair, right?”
“I said, shut up and let me work,” he replies harshly.
“Key,” I whine. “You’re not, are you?”
Key grunts exasperatedly and puts his hands on his hips. “I’m going to make it look good, okay? If I want to be a stylist then you have to let me practice!”
“God, please don’t bleach my hair. I’ll look stupid with blond hair!”
“Shut up. I’m not bleaching all of it.”
I try to stand up and escape but Key shoves me down again and holds the scissors at me threateningly. “Key, c’mon, I’ll look so stupid! You’re not bleaching my hair!”
He stares at me blankly for a moment and starts packing everything up again. “Fine, I’ll go find someone else that will let me do their hair. You suck.”
Fuck, and cue the guilt. “That’s not fair, Kibum. You can still cut it for me…”
“I don’t want to,” he replies, tying the handles of the bag together. “Without good practice - hair dying and all - I’ll never become a stylist.”
“Damn it, ugh - fine, whatever. Do whatever you want to it, Key.”
He picks up his bag and turns to leave. “No, because you’re going to be mean about it.”
“I’m not-ugh, I’m not going to be mean, okay? I trust you,” I say softly. “You’re right. I got us here so you can study to be a stylist. You should practice.”
“Yay! Thank you, Jjongie!” He practically screams, ripping open the bag again and pulling out the hair dye and bleach.
I watch in absolute horror as he opens the bottle of bleach and then puts on a pair of latex gloves. I can’t believe I fell for that stubborn attitude again and now he’s going to bleach my hair. I’m a fucking idiot. A fucking idiot with absolutely no backbone when it comes to my brother. My brother whom I’m in love with. God, I’m really fucked up, huh?
Key starts by leaning my whole head over the sink and bleaching two-thirds of it. I try my hardest to not breathe for as long as I can without passing out so that the smell doesn’t burn my nostrils. It fucking sucks, and bleach smells so bad. He rinses it out after I’m-not-even-sure-how-long and then starts bleaching the ends again until I can see that they’re fucking white. Then, he rinses my hair out again and shoves me onto the toilet before I can look in the mirror to survey the damage. He opens the blond hair dye, mixes it all together, and then starts painting it on the white parts of my hair.
“I’m going to bleach some of mine, too,” he says. “You have to sit there for a few minutes while that settles.”
So I do. I sit here and watch as he bleaches the shaved side of his hair and then quickly washes it out once it reaches a blondish-instead-of-white color. Then, he leans my head over the sink again and rinses the rest of the chemicals out of my hair before pushing me onto the toilet again.
“Are you almost done?” I moan. “I’m getting a headache.”
“Don’t be a baby. It’s not that bad, and I’ve got the vent running,” he mutters, picking up the razor and going to work on my hair.
It doesn’t feel like what he’s doing is going to work at all. I’m almost ready to completely evade the mirror and never catch a glimpse of what it looks like so that I don’t have to see how bad it is. I’m going to look like a K-pop star gone wild, or something. I can feel it.
About twenty minutes later, after Key has finished using the razor and has cut off practically all of my hair it feels like, he finally announces that he’s done and forces me to step in front of the mirror. “It looks really good, Jjong. I did a good job,” he says.
Reluctantly, I open my eyes. It’s shocking as hell, honestly, but I guess it’s not bad. It’d look better on someone else. Just, when it’s me, I look like a three-toned douchebag.
“Do you like it?” Key asks me, tucking his chin over my shoulder and smiling at me in the mirror.
I lick my mouth and puff my cheeks up. “It’s not that bad, I guess.” C’mon, everyone lies a little bit. And Key looks so happy with his work that I don’t want to hurt his feelings. And it’s really not that bad - I just think it would look better on anyone but me.
“This’ll get you all the girls.”
That’s not what I wanted to hear. I guess it’s expected, though. Key has no idea that I don’t really like girls - that I don’t really like anyone but him, in fact. It’s better to keep him in the dark though I want to turn around and say, “I don’t want the girls. I want you.” I can’t do that, though.
“Yours looks really good, too, Key,” I compliment, bringing a hand up to brush it over the blond side of his head.
He smiles cutely at me. “Thanks,” he says.
The rest of our day/night consists of me practically pissing myself every time I pass a mirror and Key dancing around the house until his sugar high crashes and he’s whining and moaning that he’s so tired he can barely keep his eyes open. We eat a fairly silent dinner consisting of several takeout boxes and then both separate for ten minutes to brush our teeth and wash our faces before we meet up again in my room and crawl into my new bed together. Key tucks his head under my chin and folds his arms between our chests and I throw an arm over his body and relish in his warmth. I like us like this.
Just he and I.
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A/N: Okay, my a/n >:] I hope all of you wonderful readers enjoyed two chapters! Woo! They were fairly long compared to the others, so... you're welcome :] I actually had the funnest time writing this chapter. I wanted to show their cute brotherly relationship :]] and, um... I don't really have anything to put here OTL T_T except that Onew makes an appearance in the next chapter? Yaaay Onew. Okay, I'm going to bed now cause it's 4 in the morning and I shouldn't be awake but I slept all day cause I'm sick so now I'm wide away fml I make too many mistakes. Lol. okie bye bye :]
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next
Pairing: Jongkey
Rating: PG-13 - R
Summary: Love has a sick way of fucking you over. If love is natural, love is
effortless, and love has no boundaries, then why is my love considered
wrong? If two people really love each other, they can’t help that. They
want to embrace it so badly and feel that love wrap its arms around
them. They want to share that love and not feel bad about it. Is that so
much to ask?
I guess I’ve always known that I’m in love with my brother. I don’t just love him - I love
him. And maybe I hold on a little too long when I hug him, and maybe
telling him that he’s beautiful in the mornings isn’t right, but I still love him. Love has no boundaries, right?
It sucks when the only person you’re capable of loving this way is the one person that you shouldn’t… Love is a sickness. Love is sick.
Warning: !AU INCEST FIC
(1.) (2.) (3.) (4.) (5.)
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I love lazy mornings with Key. I love when one of us wakes up and silently lays in bed and waits for the other. I love waking up first, because Key is so adorable when he sleeps. His eyelashes splay across his cheeks and his lips are plump with sleep and parted though he breathes out of his nose. The innocence I get to see displayed over his flawless face is refreshing. Waking up to that in the morning guarantees a good for me.
But there are days, such as today, that I know are going to be exhausting. You can kind of tell how your day is going to be by the way you wake up. If you wake up feeling rested, looking at Key’s sleeping face, then it’s going to be a good day. Today is not one of those days.
“Jjong, wake up.”
Key has been at this for twenty minutes - telling me to wake up and pushing on my back, trying to roll me over and out of bed. I tried ignoring him, but that doesn’t work. Nothing annoys Key more than being ignored does. If I ignore him, he becomes twenty times more insistent and obnoxious.
“Key, I’m sleeping,” I mumble into my pillow, refusing to open my eyes and give him the satisfaction of ruining my sleep. “There are reasons alarms exist. So that I can set them for when I want to wake up.”
He whines loudly and shoves me again. “It’s almost ten. Get up.”
I grunt my annoyance. “No,” I groan. “My alarm is set for ten. I’m sleeping until it goes off.”
“Fine,” he grumbles. He’s annoyed that I’m not getting up, but he’ll get over it. I’ll buy him a new pair of jeans or something today to make up for it.
Triumph washes over me when I feel him get up and hear him leave the room, feet pattering lightly against the hardwood floor. I smile into my pillow and nuzzle against the material. There aren’t a lot of things that feel better than being able to sleep longer when you’re still tired. I like it when Key lets me have my way.
Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep.
“Are you fucking kidding me?!” I shout angrily into my pillow.
Key comes running back into the room and grabs my blanket, pulling it off of me and letting the cold air swirl around my body. “Okay, your alarm’s going off! Time to get up!”
I shiver and sit up, glaring at Key with every ounce of annoyance in my body. He’s like an eight year old kid on Christmas morning, all excited and full of this crazy fucking energy. Punk. “Don’t look at me like that,” I growl, forcing myself to stand up and then running my fingers through my hair.
He smiles innocently at me. “Look at you like what?” But he knows exactly what look. The look that says, ha ha, I got my way and you didn’t. He gives me that look all the time. He’s such a pain in the ass.
My feet begin carrying me out of the room. I think I’m heading to the kitchen, but I haven’t decided yet. I don’t think I’m awake enough to eat, yet.
“Are we going to take a shower?” Key asks, jumping on my back and nearly knocking me over.
I barely manage to keep my footing and slide my hands under his knees to hold him up. “I’m going to take a nap on the couch,” I reply.
“What couch?”
Oh, right. I forgot that we moved. “Damn it,” I groan, rubbing at my eyes.
Key reaches around and smacks my hands. “Don’t rub your eyes. You’ll get dirt and germs in them and they’ll get infected,” he scolds.
“I’m sorry, are you the hyung?” I ask irately.
He laughs lightly. “Let’s go shopping today! For a couch!”
I sigh and set him down once we’re in the kitchen. “We have to figure out which school to get you enrolled into, first,” I mumble, opening the fridge to search for anything edible. I guess eating will wake me up a little.
“Yeah, but that won’t take all day,” he replies, reaching into the fridge to grab a Tupperware of something. “Here, I made this earlier.”
I take the Tupperware and grab a bowl and a spoon and dump some of the kimchi-jjigae he made into the bowl. “How do you know it won’t take all day?” I put the bowl into the microwave and punch in a few numbers to get it going.
“Quit being such a downer. Don’t you want to go out and spend time with me?” he asks, hands on his hips.
I smile at him. “Yes, I do, but I’m tired,” I reply.
“Well eat, let’s take a shower, and then you’ll be wide awake.”
Taking a shower with him would wake me up - but only because I’d have to fight off a boner the entire time. I don’t really want to be in that position this morning, no matter how much I like seeing Key naked. I really don’t think I’ll be able to keep it down if we shower together.
“You shower first,” I say, taking my bowl to the table. “You take longer to get ready.”
“Whatever.” Key rolls his eyes at me and leaves the kitchen. “Don’t turn the sink on!”
“Got it!”
I stick my spoon into the bowl and shovel some of the food into my mouth. Key is an amazing cook. He’s never made something that I didn’t like. Even when he’s experimenting, I tend to love it all.
It’s easy to love everything about Key. To love his cooking, love his style, his hair, his attitude (though annoying at times) and overall just him. He has a huge heart with room to love everyone, but you’re lucky if he lets you in because he’s guarded. Right now, I’m the only person in there. It’s selfish, but I like it that way. I don’t like to feel threatened by people like Minho, or people like Key’s first “boyfriend” that lasted all of two weeks when Key was still in middle school and I was in my first year of high school. I’ve always been the only person with a solid spot in Key’s heart - it worries me that one day I might lose that spot and someone else will take it.
“Jjong! I’m out! You can get in now!” Key yells from his room.
I forgot we have two bathrooms now, too.
I finish eating and dump my dishes into the sink before heading to the bathroom to shower. I don’t take a very long one because I know Key would run in and yell at me to hurry up anyways. I wrap a towel around my waist after I’ve finished and return to my room to get dressed.
“Yah, don’t wear those.”
All I did was pick up an old pair of jeans and it was like Key could smell it. He ran in here glaring at me and knocked them out of my hand.
“Why not?” I ask him, picking the jeans back up. They’re just plain dark jeans - I don’t see anything wrong with them.
Key scoffs and takes them away from me. “Because, they don’t look that good on you,” he says, tossing them back into my dresser and taking out a different pair.
“Gee, thanks,” I mumble.
“Those ones are too long in the leg,” he explains, handing me the newer pair. “They make your legs look shorter. So if you wear ones that actually fit, you won’t look as short.”
Just the confidence booster I needed. “Thanks.” I loaded as much sarcasm into that as I could and put on the jeans.
“Don’t be mean, I was helping you out,” Key says with a pout before he picks out a shirt for me to wear, too.
I put on the plain blue shirt and rub my towel through my hair again.
“You need a haircut,” he announces, taking a step forward and running his fingers through my hair. “Can I cut it when we get back?”
“Sure.”
He sighs agitatedly. “Are you mad at me?”
I raise an eyebrow. “Huh? No.”
“Then why are you so unenthusiastic about going out today?”
I smile and put my hands on his hips. “I’m not. I just need to wake up a little more.”
He wraps his arms around my neck and gives me a friendly hug. “Make some coffee,” he suggests when he pulls away from me.
“I’ll buy some when we’re out. Let’s go.”
We both grab shoes and I snag my wallet and we leave to make our first pit stop at one of the many coffee shops around. After I’ve got some caffeine in my system, the day speeds up. We pick out Key’s school - an all-boys school with no tolerance for bullying - and then do some furniture and clothes shopping. I definitely spend a little more on the couch than I should, but it’s so comfortable that I won’t pass it up.
After clothes and furniture shopping - and after paying a truck to deliver the couch, the recliner, and the new beds - we stop by the drug store to grab medicine and the blond hair dye and bleach Key wanted. He told me he’s planning on dying his hair blond. We’ll see how that goes. He looks great in anything, but we both failed to ask the school if dyed hair was permitted.
Now - that we’ve finally helped unload the furniture - I’m completely exhausted from the six hours of school-searching, clothes shopping, furniture buying, and job applying. I must have applied at four different coffee shops just on our block alone. And Key ordered something to drink from every single one of them. Now he’s suffering a caffeine high and a sugar rush.
“Let me cut your hair!” He shouts excitedly, dumping out the drug store bag all over the kitchen table. Bottles of pills, shampoo, conditioner, and sticks of eyeliner spread and roll off onto the floor. Luckily, nothing breaks.
“No,” I reply, shaking my head. “No way. You’re acting like you’re on speed. You’re going to mess it up.”
He gives me a hurt, shocked look. “You think I would mess up your hair? Your beautiful hair? Jjong, trust me, I wouldn’t mess up your hair because then I’d have to be seen with someone that looks like a scrub, and my image couldn’t handle that.”
My jaw drops. “Your image? You have no image, yet!”
“Yeah, well I’m not starting a bad one. Let me do you hair, please? Please, please, please, please, please?”
I sigh and rub my temples. “Key-“
“Please?!”
“Ugh, fine.” I really need to grow a backbone.
I’m ushered into my bathroom - yes, my bathroom, because Key refuses to let his become even slightly dirty - and shoved onto the toilet seat to sit and wait patiently for him to start. He runs back out into the kitchen and returns with the drug store bag - which is filled again - as well as a razor blade and a pair of scissors.
“What’d you bring the hair dye and stuff in for?” I ask as Key ties on an apron and pushes the sleeves of his oversized sweater up.
He gives me a look. “Just shut up and let me work.”
I eye the hair dye and bleach warily. “You’re not bleaching my hair, right?”
“I said, shut up and let me work,” he replies harshly.
“Key,” I whine. “You’re not, are you?”
Key grunts exasperatedly and puts his hands on his hips. “I’m going to make it look good, okay? If I want to be a stylist then you have to let me practice!”
“God, please don’t bleach my hair. I’ll look stupid with blond hair!”
“Shut up. I’m not bleaching all of it.”
I try to stand up and escape but Key shoves me down again and holds the scissors at me threateningly. “Key, c’mon, I’ll look so stupid! You’re not bleaching my hair!”
He stares at me blankly for a moment and starts packing everything up again. “Fine, I’ll go find someone else that will let me do their hair. You suck.”
Fuck, and cue the guilt. “That’s not fair, Kibum. You can still cut it for me…”
“I don’t want to,” he replies, tying the handles of the bag together. “Without good practice - hair dying and all - I’ll never become a stylist.”
“Damn it, ugh - fine, whatever. Do whatever you want to it, Key.”
He picks up his bag and turns to leave. “No, because you’re going to be mean about it.”
“I’m not-ugh, I’m not going to be mean, okay? I trust you,” I say softly. “You’re right. I got us here so you can study to be a stylist. You should practice.”
“Yay! Thank you, Jjongie!” He practically screams, ripping open the bag again and pulling out the hair dye and bleach.
I watch in absolute horror as he opens the bottle of bleach and then puts on a pair of latex gloves. I can’t believe I fell for that stubborn attitude again and now he’s going to bleach my hair. I’m a fucking idiot. A fucking idiot with absolutely no backbone when it comes to my brother. My brother whom I’m in love with. God, I’m really fucked up, huh?
Key starts by leaning my whole head over the sink and bleaching two-thirds of it. I try my hardest to not breathe for as long as I can without passing out so that the smell doesn’t burn my nostrils. It fucking sucks, and bleach smells so bad. He rinses it out after I’m-not-even-sure-how-long and then starts bleaching the ends again until I can see that they’re fucking white. Then, he rinses my hair out again and shoves me onto the toilet before I can look in the mirror to survey the damage. He opens the blond hair dye, mixes it all together, and then starts painting it on the white parts of my hair.
“I’m going to bleach some of mine, too,” he says. “You have to sit there for a few minutes while that settles.”
So I do. I sit here and watch as he bleaches the shaved side of his hair and then quickly washes it out once it reaches a blondish-instead-of-white color. Then, he leans my head over the sink again and rinses the rest of the chemicals out of my hair before pushing me onto the toilet again.
“Are you almost done?” I moan. “I’m getting a headache.”
“Don’t be a baby. It’s not that bad, and I’ve got the vent running,” he mutters, picking up the razor and going to work on my hair.
It doesn’t feel like what he’s doing is going to work at all. I’m almost ready to completely evade the mirror and never catch a glimpse of what it looks like so that I don’t have to see how bad it is. I’m going to look like a K-pop star gone wild, or something. I can feel it.
About twenty minutes later, after Key has finished using the razor and has cut off practically all of my hair it feels like, he finally announces that he’s done and forces me to step in front of the mirror. “It looks really good, Jjong. I did a good job,” he says.
Reluctantly, I open my eyes. It’s shocking as hell, honestly, but I guess it’s not bad. It’d look better on someone else. Just, when it’s me, I look like a three-toned douchebag.
“Do you like it?” Key asks me, tucking his chin over my shoulder and smiling at me in the mirror.
I lick my mouth and puff my cheeks up. “It’s not that bad, I guess.” C’mon, everyone lies a little bit. And Key looks so happy with his work that I don’t want to hurt his feelings. And it’s really not that bad - I just think it would look better on anyone but me.
“This’ll get you all the girls.”
That’s not what I wanted to hear. I guess it’s expected, though. Key has no idea that I don’t really like girls - that I don’t really like anyone but him, in fact. It’s better to keep him in the dark though I want to turn around and say, “I don’t want the girls. I want you.” I can’t do that, though.
“Yours looks really good, too, Key,” I compliment, bringing a hand up to brush it over the blond side of his head.
He smiles cutely at me. “Thanks,” he says.
The rest of our day/night consists of me practically pissing myself every time I pass a mirror and Key dancing around the house until his sugar high crashes and he’s whining and moaning that he’s so tired he can barely keep his eyes open. We eat a fairly silent dinner consisting of several takeout boxes and then both separate for ten minutes to brush our teeth and wash our faces before we meet up again in my room and crawl into my new bed together. Key tucks his head under my chin and folds his arms between our chests and I throw an arm over his body and relish in his warmth. I like us like this.
Just he and I.
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A/N: Okay, my a/n >:] I hope all of you wonderful readers enjoyed two chapters! Woo! They were fairly long compared to the others, so... you're welcome :] I actually had the funnest time writing this chapter. I wanted to show their cute brotherly relationship :]] and, um... I don't really have anything to put here OTL T_T except that Onew makes an appearance in the next chapter? Yaaay Onew. Okay, I'm going to bed now cause it's 4 in the morning and I shouldn't be awake but I slept all day cause I'm sick so now I'm wide away fml I make too many mistakes. Lol. okie bye bye :]
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