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
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“This is not the reality I wanted…”
Key rolls his eyes at me and fixes my uniform shirt. “You applied here. They hired you. That means you do what they want, and this is part of it.”
“I applied here before I knew what I’d be getting myself into!”
“That’s your fault. Besides, it’s not that bad.”
But it is that bad. Key just doesn’t realize it. I literally have to wear some fucking suit thing to serve little middle school girls coffee and snacks. Middle school kids shouldn’t even be drinking coffee at this age. It’s going to ruin their lives. But I have to serve it up and flirt with them so that they come back and bring in more money. I suppose, when you really think about it, that it is a good strategy. But this is way too much like Coffee Prince for my liking. I’m half expecting one of my coworkers to be a girl in disguise.
“Sorry that flirting with every girl that breathes isn’t my cup of coffee,” I mumble, opening the door to the shop for Key.
He scoffs. “I can’t believe you just made that pun,” he says as he walks inside.
My first customer of the day is my brother. I wish he was my only customer all day, every day. I don’t want to hit on little girls. It’s awkward. I’m not into that.
Key spends a few diva moments picking which table he wants to sit at. There’s a spot open by the fireplace, in front of the window, upstairs in the small loft, and several just along the walls. He eventually sits down at the table in front of the window and looks over at me expectantly. I know he’s going to be a pain in the ass and give me all these difficult orders and send stuff back so that I look like an ass in front of Jinki - the guy that’s been training me and is “evaluating me” today to make sure I’m good enough at what I do to work here. I didn’t realize how classy this shop was when I applied. I guess it’s because Key wore his pink skinny jeans that day, and they’re my favorite ones…
“Jonghyun-ah.” Jinki is standing behind the counter, grinning and waving me over.
I walk over and grab a notepad off of the shelf. “Hey, hyung.”
“Is that your brother?” he asks.
I nod. “Yeah, I told you he would follow me in here on my first official day. Hyung, don’t give the manager a bad word about me if I mess up with Kibum. He’s going to try and mess me up on purpose and he’s a diva.”
Jinki starts laughing and nodding his head. “Okay, okay. I won’t. But go help him because summer classes are almost out and it’s going to get really busy, soon.”
Of course, when I get to Key, he pretends that he needs a few minutes and sits there studying his nails. Then, he finally waves me over and makes me want to hit him over the head with my notepad. But for the sake of my job - which I really need - I don’t.
“Jjong,” he says in that little sing-song I’m-going-to-be-difficult voice. “Can I have a hot chocolate?”
“You want a hot chocolate? During summer?” I ask skeptically. “You waited that long to tell me you want hot chocolate? Are you trying to stress me out?”
He bats his eyelashes at me and reaches out to touch my waist. “No, I’m going easy on you,” he replies.
I sigh and pat his hand. “Hot chocolate... Extra milk, light on the whip, with peppermint sprinkles, right?”
He smiles and nods his head happily. “You know me so well.”
“Of course I do,” I reply, smiling back at him. “I’ll go get it, okay?”
He turns back to his nails and I head behind the counter to make his hot chocolate. He’s such a dork - asking for hot chocolate during the summer. He makes me love him more every day.
“Yah, don’t get feely with the customers.” Jinki threatens in my ear.
I jump and almost spill the hot water I just filled the mug with. “Why did you do that?” I ask, appalled. “You scared the shit out of me and I almost spilled hot water all over my hand.”
He grins and pats my head. “Because we’re always scaring each other. You better get used to it before you-ah!”
I’m not even sure how it happened, but he just fell backwards and pulled down a rack of cups with him. Almost all of them broke and he’s basically lying in a pile of ceramic.
“…What did you just do?” I ask, setting the mug of hot water down so that I can help him out.
A few random girls in the café squeal out “Onew-condition!” and start giggling like mad while Jinki’s face turns bright red and he starts laughing sheepishly.
“O-oh, you know, I, uh… I slipped. Didn’t you see what I slipped on?” He looks around frantically as he gets to his feet, rubbing the back of his neck. “I slipped on this!”
“Hyung… that’s a piece of a cup you just broke,” I say.
“S-silly me,” he says, brushing it off. “Finish helping the customers and I’ll just get the broom.”
I’m not totally positive what I’ve just witnessed, but according to all of the giggling and squealing girls, I’ve just seen Onew-condition firsthand.
I bite my lip and step around all the broken glass and ceramic and start making Key’s hot chocolate. I’ve made hot chocolate for Key so many times that it’s a piece of cake, now. I sprinkle the peppermint chips on top of the (light) whipped cream for him and set the cup on a cute plate. I grab a small vase and cut a flower out of the flower pot behind the counter and put it in the vase for him, then set it and a little cat figurine on the tray next to his hot chocolate and take it over to him.
“Your hot chocolate,” I say, smiling as I set it on his table for him.
He gives it a scrutinizing look and then smiles up at me, his dimples showing and his eyes squinted. “Thank you, Jjongie,” he says cutely, picking up the vase to smell the flower.
“Anything else?” I ask him.
He just shakes his head and picks up his hot chocolate. “Go back to work, dork,” he says affectionately, shooing me off.
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I can’t say all my customers were as good as Key. Most of them just giggled, wrote their phone numbers on napkins, and ordered nothing but water, which is free. So I ran around the shop all day juggling pitchers of water and phone-number-napkins while Key sat back and laughed and shook his head. Thank God I’m finally done and on my way home with Key, though.
“Those girls were tacky,” Key says, studying his nails. He does that a lot.
I laugh and wrap my arm around his waist. “They were young,” I reply in their defense.
“Not,” Key says. “I saw like, three college girls.”
“Really?”
Key smacks me and rolls his eyes. “Gross,” he scoffs.
I smile. “I was just kidding, Kibummie,” I say, squeezing him. “They weren’t gross, but they weren’t my type, either.”
“You don’t even have a type,” Key says.
“I do so.” I pull out my house key to unlock our apartment.
“Not you don’t,” Key argues, walking inside.
I follow him and close the door behind me, locking it again. “I do,” I insist.”
“Yeah? Then what’s your type?”
My teeth clamp down on my lip. “Well, pretty, obviously.” Like you, Key. “And she can’t let people walk all over her.” Just like you don’t without a fight. “And she’ll have an attitude that puts me in check.” You’re my type, Key.
“She sounds like a bitch,” he says, dropping his back onto the kitchen table.
I snort. “She sounds like you.” Oh fuck, I did NOT just say that… I hold my breath and watch Key out of the corner of my eye, praying that he didn’t hear me.
“You’re an asshole,” he says, laughing and walking into the kitchen - probably to make dinner.
Safe. I let out a breath of relief and follow him into the kitchen. “I was kidding,” I say.
He rolls his eyes and opens the fridge. “What do you want to eat?” he asks me.
I shrug and take a look inside, too. “How about meat?”
“I want noodles,” Key pouts.
“Then make noodles?”
“Ugh, don’t you have an opinion about anything?” Key asks, annoyance lacing his voice.
I smile and touch his face. “I think you’re pretty,” I say. “That’s an opinion.”
Key scoffs. “Plenty of people think that,” he replies. “Can’t you have an opinion about something that matters?”
“You do matter.” More than you know.
Rolling his eyes again, Key pulls out the noodles and starts boiling them in a pot, collecting vegetables and other things to go with them and then promptly shooing me out of the kitchen so he can cook in peace. He never fails to make me smile - even when he’s kicking me out of the kitchen I’m paying for. But that’s Key, for you. He’s bossy, he’s arrogant, he’s beautiful, and he’s the sweetest guy in the entire world. He matters the most to me. I hope that he can see that; see that I love him.
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A/N: So that chapter kicked my ass and it wasn't anything special. I apologize. A lot of shit happened so that's why it too me an entire month to update OTL but I should DEFINITELY not take a month to update, again. My computer no longer has a big virus so I should be good. Anyways, thank you so much for reading ^^ I'm not going to leave spots on this chapter (sorry) because I'm really tired and don't want to backtrack. I'll leave spots on the next chapter <3 promise. Love you guys <3