A common interest ties two together 6/?
“S-se kyung?”
Jonghyun stares at her with blank eyes, the smile ripped off his face. Of all places, why here?? Why….them?? Stay calm Jonghyun! You dont’t even have right to be angry anyways. Forcing a hard smile on his face, he greets her again bitterly.
“Hi.”
“J-jong I-“ She looked up at him apologetically.
“I’ve seen you before…” Jonghyun laughs maniacally, his irises swiveling around as he grins widely.
“You….” He points his finger at her “look so much like the bitch I just dumped.”
He laughs forcefully into his hand, still pointing at her with the other.
Her facial muscles tenses up as she clenches her fist tightly, with a smile that didn’t reach her eyes and a sharp glare that went straight to his heart.
“Do you guys know each other?” Aunt Tiff asks cautiously.
“No.” she turns to her, smiling sweetly as she threw her silky hair disdainfully over her shoulder.
Taemin scoffs and rolls his eyes, dragging Jonghyun up the stairs and throwing him on his bed. He watches as Jonghyun rolls around on his bed, grinning sleazily like a 5 year old, picking at the loose cotton and kicking his legs in the air.
“She’s…” he tried. Jonghyun whips his head around, throwing an off hand glance at him.
“She’s…Jonghyun!!” Taemin lurched at his hyung as he attempted to fling himself off the four poster bed. They end up in a pile on the floor, with Jonghyun crushed under Taemin’s minimal weight. Taemin pulls him up onto a sitting position, and brushes his blonde locks softly, cooing him.
Jonghyun looks at him pathetically and sniffs, the suppressed tears finally rolling uncontrollably down his flushed cheeks. He buries himself into Taemin’s shirt, and Taemin flinches as he blows his nose.. He wraps his arms around Jonghyun’s shoulders awkwardly, patting his back as the other howls. Jonghyun then manages a string of muffled words, and Taemin pushes him off.
“I-I she..w-why is s-she here?” he hiccups “W-why y-you guys? WHAT DOES SHE WANT!?!?!” Jonghyun yells as he aims a punch at Taemin’s chest.. He closes his eyes and wait for the hit, but Jonghyun stopped, and ended up giving him a flabby hit instead.
“Jonghyun-hyung…It’s…It’s…Okay.” He grits his teeth as he forces the three syllables onto his tongue. Never had he said that to anyone, not even Key. He never showed any care to anyone, except maybe his parents. He smiles weakly. Jonghyun was an exception.
‘W-what?”
“I said It’s Ok-“He stops as Jonghyun slams his lips against his, straddling him against the wall. Jonghyun moaned into his mouth as he returned the kiss eagerly and slid his thin hand up Taemin’s shirt, tracing the defined muscles gently before he was pushed off the younger’s lap abruptly.
Jonghyun looks away apologetically, muttering an inaudible ‘sorry’. Taemin shook his head.
“It’s not- I…I do like you okay hyung? I just don’t want you to make…wrong decisions when you’re half sane.” Jonghyun nods understandingly, staring into space. He sighs when he hears Taemin’s footsteps trail out the door.
Dinner was ill eaten. Although Mrs. Lee had obviously prepared an early buffet full of delicious food to welcome her guests, everyone seemed to be too distracted by the tension that was growing between Sekyung and Jjong to even eat. Jinki chews absent mindly on his favourite chicken, momentarily joining forces with his younger brother as they both ignore Sekyung's obvious flirting.
“So Sekyung,” Aunt tiff speaks up “Did you buy your uniform yet? Or are you going to skip school for two weeks? “
Sekyung looked visible grateful for the ice breaking question, and gladly answered it. Her mother smiles mildly at her old friend and they start talking.
After dinner, the adults leave the house for a late reunion with friends, and the four were left alone. Jonghyun resided to his couch-bed and the brothers return to their said rooms. He was about to drift off to sleep when a sweet aroma shakes him awake.
Sekyung puts down a cup of Ginseng tea on the coffee table.
“You sounded sick.” She said. No, I cried. Jonghyun wanted to say, but he held the cup to his lips anyways, humming as the piping hot drink warmed his body.
“Why are you here?” She questioned him, her eyes set unwavering against his.
“They’re my friends. Really good friends.” He replies as he takes another sip.
“Your friends? Then why are you living here? Why are you making me feel so…guilty?” her lower lip quivers slightly as her eyes water up.
“I’m not. We’re over Sekyung, I'm over it.” He pushes the cup back into her hands and runs up the staircase, opening a door and disappears inside.
A/N god. I just...i got so stuck in that...intimate scene with jongtae wtf. don't worry guys, it'll be a matter of milleniums till i am capable of writing a smut, just leave me here to rot by myself -.-''ooooh guess who's room he's going into? hehehe. i don't know myself >.<
Thanks for reading!
Jonghyun stares at her with blank eyes, the smile ripped off his face. Of all places, why here?? Why….them?? Stay calm Jonghyun! You dont’t even have right to be angry anyways. Forcing a hard smile on his face, he greets her again bitterly.
“Hi.”
“J-jong I-“ She looked up at him apologetically.
“I’ve seen you before…” Jonghyun laughs maniacally, his irises swiveling around as he grins widely.
“You….” He points his finger at her “look so much like the bitch I just dumped.”
He laughs forcefully into his hand, still pointing at her with the other.
Her facial muscles tenses up as she clenches her fist tightly, with a smile that didn’t reach her eyes and a sharp glare that went straight to his heart.
“Do you guys know each other?” Aunt Tiff asks cautiously.
“No.” she turns to her, smiling sweetly as she threw her silky hair disdainfully over her shoulder.
Taemin scoffs and rolls his eyes, dragging Jonghyun up the stairs and throwing him on his bed. He watches as Jonghyun rolls around on his bed, grinning sleazily like a 5 year old, picking at the loose cotton and kicking his legs in the air.
“She’s…” he tried. Jonghyun whips his head around, throwing an off hand glance at him.
“She’s…Jonghyun!!” Taemin lurched at his hyung as he attempted to fling himself off the four poster bed. They end up in a pile on the floor, with Jonghyun crushed under Taemin’s minimal weight. Taemin pulls him up onto a sitting position, and brushes his blonde locks softly, cooing him.
Jonghyun looks at him pathetically and sniffs, the suppressed tears finally rolling uncontrollably down his flushed cheeks. He buries himself into Taemin’s shirt, and Taemin flinches as he blows his nose.. He wraps his arms around Jonghyun’s shoulders awkwardly, patting his back as the other howls. Jonghyun then manages a string of muffled words, and Taemin pushes him off.
“I-I she..w-why is s-she here?” he hiccups “W-why y-you guys? WHAT DOES SHE WANT!?!?!” Jonghyun yells as he aims a punch at Taemin’s chest.. He closes his eyes and wait for the hit, but Jonghyun stopped, and ended up giving him a flabby hit instead.
“Jonghyun-hyung…It’s…It’s…Okay.” He grits his teeth as he forces the three syllables onto his tongue. Never had he said that to anyone, not even Key. He never showed any care to anyone, except maybe his parents. He smiles weakly. Jonghyun was an exception.
‘W-what?”
“I said It’s Ok-“He stops as Jonghyun slams his lips against his, straddling him against the wall. Jonghyun moaned into his mouth as he returned the kiss eagerly and slid his thin hand up Taemin’s shirt, tracing the defined muscles gently before he was pushed off the younger’s lap abruptly.
Jonghyun looks away apologetically, muttering an inaudible ‘sorry’. Taemin shook his head.
“It’s not- I…I do like you okay hyung? I just don’t want you to make…wrong decisions when you’re half sane.” Jonghyun nods understandingly, staring into space. He sighs when he hears Taemin’s footsteps trail out the door.
Dinner was ill eaten. Although Mrs. Lee had obviously prepared an early buffet full of delicious food to welcome her guests, everyone seemed to be too distracted by the tension that was growing between Sekyung and Jjong to even eat. Jinki chews absent mindly on his favourite chicken, momentarily joining forces with his younger brother as they both ignore Sekyung's obvious flirting.
“So Sekyung,” Aunt tiff speaks up “Did you buy your uniform yet? Or are you going to skip school for two weeks? “
Sekyung looked visible grateful for the ice breaking question, and gladly answered it. Her mother smiles mildly at her old friend and they start talking.
After dinner, the adults leave the house for a late reunion with friends, and the four were left alone. Jonghyun resided to his couch-bed and the brothers return to their said rooms. He was about to drift off to sleep when a sweet aroma shakes him awake.
Sekyung puts down a cup of Ginseng tea on the coffee table.
“You sounded sick.” She said. No, I cried. Jonghyun wanted to say, but he held the cup to his lips anyways, humming as the piping hot drink warmed his body.
“Why are you here?” She questioned him, her eyes set unwavering against his.
“They’re my friends. Really good friends.” He replies as he takes another sip.
“Your friends? Then why are you living here? Why are you making me feel so…guilty?” her lower lip quivers slightly as her eyes water up.
“I’m not. We’re over Sekyung, I'm over it.” He pushes the cup back into her hands and runs up the staircase, opening a door and disappears inside.
A/N god. I just...i got so stuck in that...intimate scene with jongtae wtf. don't worry guys, it'll be a matter of milleniums till i am capable of writing a smut, just leave me here to rot by myself -.-''ooooh guess who's room he's going into? hehehe. i don't know myself >.<
Thanks for reading!