Bad Taste In Guys'; Key's Problem (11/15)
Hey guys, I know I promised to have this chapter up on the 10h, but I got super sick from my family's visits. So I'm currently still recovering (this is why family should only visit once a year). LOL. So a few announcements!
1. What happened to those one-shot requests?
- I've started posting a few on (jinki-tama.livejournal.com). The rest will be up after the last chapter of Bad Taste In Guys. A lot of you didn't give me a plot or genre, just basically "onkey." HAHA! So I am working on the plots currently. There were a few who were super specific (Lois Lane and Clark Kent specific), so I am working on those as well. HAHA <3 Thank you for the requests. Follow me on jinki-tama.livejournal.com! ^^
2. What about the contest?
- I've gotten a few entries, thank you so much. The winners, I know, I said would be announced on Auguest 10, but I've decided to move the contest until SEPTEMBER 1, so if you still would like to participate, please have all your entries in to me by then. The winner will win SHINee's Japanese Replay Album.
3. How do I win?
- You can win by submitting a graphic (please make it banner/poster sizes) to (littlemistermeow@gmail.com). It can be any topic, shape, color theme...etc. It can also match this fiction if you'd like to submit graphic for Bad Taste In Guys.
- Turn in this form along with your submission:
Username: your LJ or SFI username
Contact: how can I reach you if you do win?
Message: anything you'd like to say to me?
Now, without further ado.....CHAPTER ELEVEN!
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This was it. Confrontation time. Jinki staggered slightly as he pulled the door open, smiling at a confused Kibum. He wasn’t sure why he was so giddy. Somewhere deep down he knew it wasn’t funny, but he couldn’t remember why it wasn’t.
“Are you going to let me in?” Kibum asked, pushing him aside.
Jinki almost fell backward and laughed. Wasn’t it just like Kibum to make him worry by disappearing for two whole days, then stand there and demand to be let in? He remembered once when they were little and Kibum demanded ice cream after screaming at him for a full ten minutes about…something. And like an idiot, he went and got the ice cream. He was always giving in. Why was he always giving in? Why was Kibum so important?
“Jinki, are you okay?”
“Kibum’s here,” Jinki announced to his cat. “Isn’t that wonderful?”
Kibum sniffed the air, “Are you…drunk? I smell alcohol!”
“Nope. I’m functional.”
“You mean dysfunctional.”
“Nope.”
The younger rolled his eyes, “Why did you drink?”
He dragged Jinki to the living room and pushed the older boy onto the couch. Kibum went back to the kitchen and sighed, there was nothing aside from ramen in Jinki’s pantry. It was better than nothing, he supposed, so he got out a pot and went to work.
From his place on the couch, Jinki watched his boyfriend’s side profile. Kibum had a good jaw line. He chuckled. There was something he had to do, to say to Kibum but he couldn’t remember what it was. He yawned. Why was he so sleepy? Maybe he will remember after a nap.
Kibum sliced through the egg, and smiled as he placed the half egg on top of the ramen. It looked almost restaurant-made. He grinned, proud of himself, he had never cooked for another person before.
“It’s done!” Kibum whistled as he made his way around the counter to the living room. He rolled his eyes again. Jinki was sprawled out on the couch, deep asleep. Since there was nothing to do, Kibum lay down and went to sleep, too. He thought briefly about the ramen in the kitchen, but dismissed the thought.
Jinki groaned; his head was killing him. There was something heavy on top of him, pressing him to the couch. He thought about being held down by a ghost and got excited. He had always wanted to experience being pressed down by a ghost. Jinki reached out his hand and touched someone’s head. Could you touch a ghost? Slowly he opened his eyes and almost screamed.
Kibum was curled up on top of him, a blanket separating them, deep asleep. From the time Lee Joon dragged him to the bar to the time he woke up, he must have missed something. How did Kibum get into his apartment? The boy above him shifted and he knew Kibum was waking up. Part of him was disappointed because he rather liked their position.
“Jinki?” Kibum mumbled and snuggled more into him. “Time is it?”
“I don’t know.”
“I made food.”
“Hm?”
“In the kitchen. It’s cold now.”
Jinki wrapped his arms around the younger boy, “Let’s just sleep.”
Kibum yawned as he got up. His stomach growled but he didn’t feel like eating cold ramen. What time was it? He probably should be heading home. He looked around the untidy living room and shook his head. Maybe he will clean up. Kibum frowned at the beige envelope shoved in between some books on the coffee table. It was addressed to Jinki but it had his name bolded across the front. Why did someone send Jinki something with his name on it?
The blood drained away from his face as the pictures poured out. He recognized them. They were pictures Minho had taken of him, except in the real pictures he was alone and in Minho’s room, not with some guy on some ugly couch. He wanted to kick Jinki awake and demand an explanation but he knew - Minho had warned him. His cousin, that girl, Minho said she was dangerous. She wasn’t kidding when she said to stay away from Jinki. And that day in front of the school when Jinki had approached him, the day his grandma was in the hospital. Had Jinki known? Was that why he was angry? Did he believe it? Was that why he got drunk?
Did Jinki believe the pictures?
At the end of the day, that was all that mattered, wasn’t it?
No. It wasn’t. If that girl was willing to do this far, how much further would she take it? And if Jinki already started believing something so little like this, where would they be if she decided to do something else - something more? And how could Jinki believe something as stupid as those pictures? Kibum glared at the sleeping boy on the couch and without thinking, extended his leg to kick him.
“Get up!” Kibum growled. He kicked the useless lump again. “Get up!!”
Once they were awake, sitting across from each other in Jinki’s living room, Kibum asked the obvious question of “what’s the hell is this?”, then asked again when the other guy just looked at him. He racked his brain for any sort of patience but could not find it in him. He blinked as a furious Jinki glared at him from across the room, eyes unwavering.
Kibum crossed his legs, eyes stared straight back, “When did you get this?”
“The other day.” Jinki raked a hand through his hair, then exhaled. “That’s not important. We need to talk about the breakup.”
“Break up,” Kibum repeated, his voice cool and hollow. “I see.”
“Yes,”
Whatever it was, he wouldn’t crumple, Kibum promised himself. “You want to break up.”
“No.” Jinki frowned. “But apparently you do.”
“What the hell are you talking about!?”
“I got a text, from you, saying we should break up.”
“I don’t even know where my phone is!”
“What’s this?” Jinki sneered, shoving a phone in his face.
He looked at the text, and blinked. Kibum felt nothing but bafflement. Was this what Jinki wanted? After all that has happened, Jinki didn’t hesitate to even consider the situation. He just sat and demanded an explanation, as if he truly believed Kibum did do something wrong.
“What does it look like?” Kibum countered, keeping his voice calm.
“You know what it looks like.”
“Yeah, but do you?”
Jinki blinked, “what? What are you talking about?”
“I know what it looks like, Jinki. And those pictures, too. What compromising positions, right?” It wasn’t supposed to happen. But the tears came before he could stop it. “Your little boyfriend is a little whore, poor you, right?
“No. Don’t interrupt me.” Kibum stomped his foot in frustration. “I can’t believe you. Has it occurred to you that I would never do that? I don’t know what you want me to say, because, honestly, I’ve never seen that ugly guy or that stupid-no-taste-of-a-couch in my whole life!”
Jinki coughed, and then covered his mouth to hide his smile. And nothing could have caught Kibum more off guard. He stopped to consider the situation, no, Jinki wasn’t blaming him for the picture. But he was mad.
“You believe me.”
“Of course,” Jinki lifted Kibum’s chin so that their eyes met. He knew the moment he saw the pictures that they couldn’t be true, albeit he had his doubts when Kibum suddenly disappeared, but no cheating boyfriend would make cold ramen and snuggled to him, even if he couldn’t remember ever letting Kibum in. But he also knew that there was something bothering Kibum, something that the younger hadn’t told him, something beside his grandma. It didn’t take much for things to click into place. The only question was who and why. “I’m not stupid!” Jinki looked at the pictures again. “It’s not the stupid pictures.”
“Then what is it?” Kibum asked, his voice softened slightly from confusion. What did Jinki mean it wasn’t the pictures?
To his surprise, Jinki scoffed, “I can tell. I told you, I’ve been taking I.T and computer programming classes.”
The relief that ran through him was instant and draining. Without his rage, Kibum didn’t have anything to hide behind. He sagged against the couch and covered his face, the full force of the situation smacking him in the face. Whoever that girl was, she really meant what she said, what Minho said. He really was in trouble.
“Then why are you so mad?”
“Because this is bullying!” Jinki pointed to the pictures, his brows snapped together in frustration. “I can’t believe you didn’t tell me sooner. I knew something’s been bothering you but you didn’t even come to me.”
“That’s not…” Kibum trailed off. Now was probably not a good time to bring up news about his grandmother. Especially since Jinki’s gotten things all wrong. “They are not bullying me, stupid. Well, they are…but it’s because of you!”
“Me?”
“The girl who is doing this,” Kibum gestured with a sweep of his hands. “Everything. It’s because she wants you.”
Jinki blinked, “me?”
“Don’t be so surprise. You’re good looking and nice. Of course she likes you.”
“You think I’m good looking?” Jinki teased. “Awe, Kibum.”
“Shut up.”
There were endless speculations. In the end, they couldn’t come up with anything concrete.
“What are we going to do?” Jinki asked.
“We’re going to break up.”
“Kibum, we’re not going to break up over something this stupid.”
“I know. But we are going to act like we break up.”
Jinki grinned, “Are you sure you can part from someone so good looking and nice?”
“Shut up!”
//TBC
1. What happened to those one-shot requests?
- I've started posting a few on (jinki-tama.livejournal.com). The rest will be up after the last chapter of Bad Taste In Guys. A lot of you didn't give me a plot or genre, just basically "onkey." HAHA! So I am working on the plots currently. There were a few who were super specific (Lois Lane and Clark Kent specific), so I am working on those as well. HAHA <3 Thank you for the requests. Follow me on jinki-tama.livejournal.com! ^^
2. What about the contest?
- I've gotten a few entries, thank you so much. The winners, I know, I said would be announced on Auguest 10, but I've decided to move the contest until SEPTEMBER 1, so if you still would like to participate, please have all your entries in to me by then. The winner will win SHINee's Japanese Replay Album.
3. How do I win?
- You can win by submitting a graphic (please make it banner/poster sizes) to (littlemistermeow@gmail.com). It can be any topic, shape, color theme...etc. It can also match this fiction if you'd like to submit graphic for Bad Taste In Guys.
- Turn in this form along with your submission:
Username: your LJ or SFI username
Contact: how can I reach you if you do win?
Message: anything you'd like to say to me?
Now, without further ado.....CHAPTER ELEVEN!
---------------
This was it. Confrontation time. Jinki staggered slightly as he pulled the door open, smiling at a confused Kibum. He wasn’t sure why he was so giddy. Somewhere deep down he knew it wasn’t funny, but he couldn’t remember why it wasn’t.
“Are you going to let me in?” Kibum asked, pushing him aside.
Jinki almost fell backward and laughed. Wasn’t it just like Kibum to make him worry by disappearing for two whole days, then stand there and demand to be let in? He remembered once when they were little and Kibum demanded ice cream after screaming at him for a full ten minutes about…something. And like an idiot, he went and got the ice cream. He was always giving in. Why was he always giving in? Why was Kibum so important?
“Jinki, are you okay?”
“Kibum’s here,” Jinki announced to his cat. “Isn’t that wonderful?”
Kibum sniffed the air, “Are you…drunk? I smell alcohol!”
“Nope. I’m functional.”
“You mean dysfunctional.”
“Nope.”
The younger rolled his eyes, “Why did you drink?”
He dragged Jinki to the living room and pushed the older boy onto the couch. Kibum went back to the kitchen and sighed, there was nothing aside from ramen in Jinki’s pantry. It was better than nothing, he supposed, so he got out a pot and went to work.
From his place on the couch, Jinki watched his boyfriend’s side profile. Kibum had a good jaw line. He chuckled. There was something he had to do, to say to Kibum but he couldn’t remember what it was. He yawned. Why was he so sleepy? Maybe he will remember after a nap.
Kibum sliced through the egg, and smiled as he placed the half egg on top of the ramen. It looked almost restaurant-made. He grinned, proud of himself, he had never cooked for another person before.
“It’s done!” Kibum whistled as he made his way around the counter to the living room. He rolled his eyes again. Jinki was sprawled out on the couch, deep asleep. Since there was nothing to do, Kibum lay down and went to sleep, too. He thought briefly about the ramen in the kitchen, but dismissed the thought.
Jinki groaned; his head was killing him. There was something heavy on top of him, pressing him to the couch. He thought about being held down by a ghost and got excited. He had always wanted to experience being pressed down by a ghost. Jinki reached out his hand and touched someone’s head. Could you touch a ghost? Slowly he opened his eyes and almost screamed.
Kibum was curled up on top of him, a blanket separating them, deep asleep. From the time Lee Joon dragged him to the bar to the time he woke up, he must have missed something. How did Kibum get into his apartment? The boy above him shifted and he knew Kibum was waking up. Part of him was disappointed because he rather liked their position.
“Jinki?” Kibum mumbled and snuggled more into him. “Time is it?”
“I don’t know.”
“I made food.”
“Hm?”
“In the kitchen. It’s cold now.”
Jinki wrapped his arms around the younger boy, “Let’s just sleep.”
Kibum yawned as he got up. His stomach growled but he didn’t feel like eating cold ramen. What time was it? He probably should be heading home. He looked around the untidy living room and shook his head. Maybe he will clean up. Kibum frowned at the beige envelope shoved in between some books on the coffee table. It was addressed to Jinki but it had his name bolded across the front. Why did someone send Jinki something with his name on it?
The blood drained away from his face as the pictures poured out. He recognized them. They were pictures Minho had taken of him, except in the real pictures he was alone and in Minho’s room, not with some guy on some ugly couch. He wanted to kick Jinki awake and demand an explanation but he knew - Minho had warned him. His cousin, that girl, Minho said she was dangerous. She wasn’t kidding when she said to stay away from Jinki. And that day in front of the school when Jinki had approached him, the day his grandma was in the hospital. Had Jinki known? Was that why he was angry? Did he believe it? Was that why he got drunk?
Did Jinki believe the pictures?
At the end of the day, that was all that mattered, wasn’t it?
No. It wasn’t. If that girl was willing to do this far, how much further would she take it? And if Jinki already started believing something so little like this, where would they be if she decided to do something else - something more? And how could Jinki believe something as stupid as those pictures? Kibum glared at the sleeping boy on the couch and without thinking, extended his leg to kick him.
“Get up!” Kibum growled. He kicked the useless lump again. “Get up!!”
Once they were awake, sitting across from each other in Jinki’s living room, Kibum asked the obvious question of “what’s the hell is this?”, then asked again when the other guy just looked at him. He racked his brain for any sort of patience but could not find it in him. He blinked as a furious Jinki glared at him from across the room, eyes unwavering.
Kibum crossed his legs, eyes stared straight back, “When did you get this?”
“The other day.” Jinki raked a hand through his hair, then exhaled. “That’s not important. We need to talk about the breakup.”
“Break up,” Kibum repeated, his voice cool and hollow. “I see.”
“Yes,”
Whatever it was, he wouldn’t crumple, Kibum promised himself. “You want to break up.”
“No.” Jinki frowned. “But apparently you do.”
“What the hell are you talking about!?”
“I got a text, from you, saying we should break up.”
“I don’t even know where my phone is!”
“What’s this?” Jinki sneered, shoving a phone in his face.
He looked at the text, and blinked. Kibum felt nothing but bafflement. Was this what Jinki wanted? After all that has happened, Jinki didn’t hesitate to even consider the situation. He just sat and demanded an explanation, as if he truly believed Kibum did do something wrong.
“What does it look like?” Kibum countered, keeping his voice calm.
“You know what it looks like.”
“Yeah, but do you?”
Jinki blinked, “what? What are you talking about?”
“I know what it looks like, Jinki. And those pictures, too. What compromising positions, right?” It wasn’t supposed to happen. But the tears came before he could stop it. “Your little boyfriend is a little whore, poor you, right?
“No. Don’t interrupt me.” Kibum stomped his foot in frustration. “I can’t believe you. Has it occurred to you that I would never do that? I don’t know what you want me to say, because, honestly, I’ve never seen that ugly guy or that stupid-no-taste-of-a-couch in my whole life!”
Jinki coughed, and then covered his mouth to hide his smile. And nothing could have caught Kibum more off guard. He stopped to consider the situation, no, Jinki wasn’t blaming him for the picture. But he was mad.
“You believe me.”
“Of course,” Jinki lifted Kibum’s chin so that their eyes met. He knew the moment he saw the pictures that they couldn’t be true, albeit he had his doubts when Kibum suddenly disappeared, but no cheating boyfriend would make cold ramen and snuggled to him, even if he couldn’t remember ever letting Kibum in. But he also knew that there was something bothering Kibum, something that the younger hadn’t told him, something beside his grandma. It didn’t take much for things to click into place. The only question was who and why. “I’m not stupid!” Jinki looked at the pictures again. “It’s not the stupid pictures.”
“Then what is it?” Kibum asked, his voice softened slightly from confusion. What did Jinki mean it wasn’t the pictures?
To his surprise, Jinki scoffed, “I can tell. I told you, I’ve been taking I.T and computer programming classes.”
The relief that ran through him was instant and draining. Without his rage, Kibum didn’t have anything to hide behind. He sagged against the couch and covered his face, the full force of the situation smacking him in the face. Whoever that girl was, she really meant what she said, what Minho said. He really was in trouble.
“Then why are you so mad?”
“Because this is bullying!” Jinki pointed to the pictures, his brows snapped together in frustration. “I can’t believe you didn’t tell me sooner. I knew something’s been bothering you but you didn’t even come to me.”
“That’s not…” Kibum trailed off. Now was probably not a good time to bring up news about his grandmother. Especially since Jinki’s gotten things all wrong. “They are not bullying me, stupid. Well, they are…but it’s because of you!”
“Me?”
“The girl who is doing this,” Kibum gestured with a sweep of his hands. “Everything. It’s because she wants you.”
Jinki blinked, “me?”
“Don’t be so surprise. You’re good looking and nice. Of course she likes you.”
“You think I’m good looking?” Jinki teased. “Awe, Kibum.”
“Shut up.”
There were endless speculations. In the end, they couldn’t come up with anything concrete.
“What are we going to do?” Jinki asked.
“We’re going to break up.”
“Kibum, we’re not going to break up over something this stupid.”
“I know. But we are going to act like we break up.”
Jinki grinned, “Are you sure you can part from someone so good looking and nice?”
“Shut up!”
//TBC