daily dose; chapter four
daily dose / chapter four 2496w.
pg-13 (higher in later chapters) / college!au, a hint of slice of life?
jonghyun/kibum, bff!jinki/kibum because you can never go wrong with a little jinki
in which kibum finds himself caught up in habit and maybe, just maybe, in love
“Well, this is awkward,” Jinki says just loud enough for Jonghyun and Kibum to hear, and Kibum immediately develops an overwhelming desire to shoot both Jinki and himself (mostly Jinki though) because pointing out how awkward things are did nothing but multiply the discomfort that lingered like dead air over their table. Okay, so maybe he had been begging Jinki to come to the cafe to have breakfast with him and meet Jonghyun for the past two and a half weeks, but he curses his luck regardless, because of all the times Jinki could have shown up that morning, he chooses to emerge out of the blue right when Jonghyun had asked him out. That is if being told ‘We should go out’ without the slightest warning even counted as really being asked out... Wait, did he even mean going out on a date?
“Were you two in the middle of something?” Jinki starts again when neither Jonghyun nor Kibum begin speaking, simply exchanging self-conscious glances. “I could come back later if-”
Kibum hastily reaches for Jinki’s wrist and no less than yanks him down to sit on the chair beside his own, all the while wondering how he had even become friends with someone so socially awkward. He catches Jonghyun looking his way with an expression which he guesses means one of two things: either ‘So, will you go out with me?’ or ‘Is this nutjob your friend?’. Kibum has a hunch that it’s the latter, because no matter how much he wishes for it to be the first, he can’t find it in himself to assume this guy wants to take him to dinner or to the movies, simply because Jinki has told him over and over that having high expectations only hurts you in the end. Desperately trying to untangle himself from all his thoughts, Kibum somehow musters up the initiative to break the ice between them, seizing the opportunity to introduce Jonghyun to his best friend.
“Oh, you’re the goldfish guy from that dream Kibum told me about!” Jonghyun beams at Jinki after the slightly awkward introduction, and Kibum thanks every god that might exist that Jonghyun doesn’t press on about asking him out because, truth be told, Jinki’s sudden appearance kicked whatever witty response he planned to throw the barista’s way straight off his mind. He instead exerts effort into momentarily forgetting the boy’s impromptu invitation and focuses on how amused he is that Jonghyun remembers his stupid fish-related dream starring none other than Lee Jinki himself.
Fortunately, Jinki and Jonghyun hit it off better than Kibum expects them to. Jinki tells him that yes, he is indeed the goldfish guy, and proceeds to share stories about how he’s convinced the said creatures attempt to murder him every day at his part-time job. Jonghyun is all ears, and stupid as the entire discussion might sound, Kibum finds himself laughing along with the two whom he labels dumb and dumber in his head - he isn’t quite sure who’s got it worse just yet, though.
“Hey, Jonghyun, no offense meant, but why aren’t you working?” Jinki asks out of sheer curiosity a rough hour after his ever-timely arrival. Their conversation has, by some means, spanned from Jinki’s pet store job to a highly in-depth comparison of different brands of maple syrup. There is something about the way Jonghyun and Jinki get along so well that leaves Kibum clueless as to how they had gotten so far off-topic.
“Kibum made me stop,” Jonghyun says simply, and the artist sharply turns his head to look at the boy.
“Hey, I only asked you to take a half-hour break. It’s been over an hour; staying here and talking to us is completely your choice.”
“It’s not like you want me to leave anyway, right?”
Jinki raises his eyebrows in pleasant shock at that and takes a look at Kibum, who tightens his grip around his coffee cup because try as he might, he can never get over the way Jonghyun effortlessly crafts sentences that make his heart reel. Just as a clumsy and pretentiously hard-to-get answer tiptoes its way to Kibum's tongue, the brunette gets up from his seat and tells them, “But now that you mention it, I should get back to work; it’s almost lunch time so this place will fill up real quick. It was nice meeting you, Jinki.”
The moment Jonghyun walks away from their table, Kibum squeezes Jinki’s thigh so hard the older feels the crescents of Kibum’s nails tattooing themselves into his skin for good.
Kibum comes to the conclusion that breaking off his no-sleepovers deal with Jinki the night before the start of his junior year at university was not the wisest thing to do when he finds himself far too exhausted, both physically and emotionally, to get out of bed for his first class.
The boy had spent the night telling Jinki that yes, Jonghyun did ask him out, and yes, Jinki was an idiot for chiming in at the worst possible moment, and yes, maybe he does like this guy more than he ever thought he would. Everyday habits die hard, he figures, because before slipping into a much-needed slumber, one leg resting over Jinki’s under the boy’s blanket, he wondered how he would make it through six hours of morning classes without his usual coffee (and daily dose of charismatic barista on the side.)
He struggles to open his eyes and wakes up to the deafening ring of Jinki’s alarm clock, which he guesses has been ringing for a few minutes now. He sluggishly looks to his right, discovering his best friend’s head buried under his pillow and hidden beneath the sheets, just as he had expected.
He takes his time stretching and sitting up, having half a mind to wonder why Jinki had set his alarm so early in the day when reality sinks in because holy shit, he has a Culture in Aesthetics class under the Jung Moonkyu who he swore he would impress (the guy is a legend; Kibum had lost count of how many of his pieces had won at art competitions outside the continent a good two years ago).
The gears in his head shift, or they are supposed to anyway, but worried as he is, Kibum finds himself too tired from the night before to move even half as fast as he normally would. In spite of telling himself to get to class as fast as he can, his body refuses to cooperate and he makes his way to Jinki’s bathroom at a sickeningly slow pace.
‘First days are always rough,’ he tells himself during his third and last class of the day - one wherein he actually gets to work instead of sitting on his ass listening to his professors recite their most boring renditions of the history of Renaissance art and discovery of Western art methods. Needless to say, just like his upperclassmen friends had told him, Jung Moonkyu is the kind of professor who is undeniably good at what he does and is relatively nice, but dislikes students who come to class late. Kibum hopes he did not leave his teacher with as bad of an impression as he thought; even though he is pretty much positive that he’s already hit strike one.
Second period was not much better either, because he was caught sleeping no more than twenty minutes into the class discussion. He might have been sitting in the front row, in full view of his professor, too. Getting by without coffee in the morning is impossible, he realizes, especially when he had so religiously established his cafe-visiting routine over the past month.
He yawns and begins painting long, soft strokes across his canvas without putting a cap on his thoughts. He deems his second period mishap partially as his unfashionable and unbelievably boring professor’s fault (Come on, who seriously needs an entire subject dedicated to creative attitude development?) but more importantly, Jonghyun’s fault, for making him so on-edge and keeping him up telling Jinki about his unsorted feelings the entire night.
(“You think he meant it?” Kibum asks Jinki without bothering to spare the other a glance, hand buried halfway into their bowl of popcorn which he insists is only his.
“Would it kill you to share some of that? You took that from my pantry,” Jinki tells him, reaching over and managing to grab a handful of popcorn before Kibum cradles the bowl in his lap. The blonde tells him to focus and stop thinking about food all the damn time before Jinki murmurs a shallow complaint about how he is going to run out of food at the rate Kibum is going.
Jinki surrenders eventually and lies on his back, snacking on the very little popcorn supply he has kept between his palm and fingers. “You’re being a lot more insecure than I thought you’d be.”
Kibum rolls his eyes. “Please, I’m not insecure. I’m just... not sure he likes me, you know?”
“What makes you think he’d ask you out if he didn’t?”
“Well, I don’t know if he really meant it that way... He said it so casually. I mean, I’m not even sure if I’m his type, or if he likes boys.”
Jinki makes his way off his bed and sits next to Kibum on the floor against his mattress, when he hears the boy sigh in what he could only assume is confusion. Kibum had never liked a single person this much before; he couldn’t blame the boy for not knowing what to do. “Have a little faith in yourself, Kibum. You’re the last person I’d expect to get so uncertain of themself over just one guy. And a guy who gets my goldfish jokes, at that.”
Jinki always knows just what to say, Kibum realizes when he’s stifling a little laugh only moments later. The momentary boost of confidence does not last long though, and Kibum resorts to going on about how stupid Jonghyun is for asking so informally until morning).
Everything that happened today is definitely Jonghyun’s fault, Kibum settles, still replaying the day’s events when he feels his phone vibrate in his back pocket.
Text message from: Jonghyun
‘don’t think i forgot about you not giving me an answer yesterday.’
‘Speak of the devil,’ Kibum mutters, ignoring the slight clenching feeling in his chest when he realizes how insistent Jonghyun is (the barista then goes on to send him two more texts within the same class, but one is a video message of his pet dog attempting to destroy his rubber phone case so that doesn’t really count).
Reply to: Jonghyun
‘you’re pretty persistent, aren’t you? that desperate for a date?’
And he waits. Jinki would be proud at how calm he is, or how calm he appears to be on the surface anyway. Maybe the older boy’s so-called motivational speeches about how he’s worth every bit of Jonghyun are actually getting him somewhere.
Text message from: Jonghyun
'you got me. i mean, why ditch the chance to get a hot date with kim kibum?’
That little shit. Kibum’s confident facade crumbles a little, and he thinks about how ridiculously similar he sounds to an adolescent girl crushing on the most attractive guy in school, or in this case, in the coffee shop, and passes the blame to Jinki for neither acknowledging nor listening to his emotional turmoil enough (‘Kibum, you’re twenty. You’re too old for this kind of drama,’ that asshole would say). He looks away from the phone still cradled tightly in his hands , and finds that Jonghyun is already two steps ahead of him when his eyes settle on his screen once again.
Text message from: Jonghyun
‘so are you gonna say yes? just so you know, i’m holding taemin’s lunch captive until you answer me.’
Kibum only realizes the boy is serious when he answers the other’s call at the end of third period. Jonghyun is smirking, that much obvious, when he speaks a cocky greeting into the speaker. “You can’t keep putting me off, you know,” he says.
“Please don’t tell me you’re really keeping the boy from eating his lunch. You and I both know he needs the calories.”
“Then you’d better answer me quick. Not that I won’t wait.”
Kibum sighs in what he could only label as an uncanny combination of disbelief and satisfaction. Jonghyun is a lot different from what he initially expected him to be, but he can never find himself complaining. “Oh, but will you? Wait, I mean. If I don’t say yes.”
“For someone like you? Of course I’d wait. I’d ask you over and over, even if you said no. But that doesn’t mean you shouldn’t give me a shot.”
A slightly remorseful smile makes its way to Kibum’s face. “Look, not that I don’t enjoy your company or whatever, it’s just-”
“Just what? Just got out of a bad relationship? Or are you already in a relationship… Please don’t tell me you and Jinki are a thing,” Jonghyun says, and Kibum can sense the worry in his voice over the receiver. It’s funny seeing him act this way after putting on such a confident all the other times they’d talked. “He’s a great guy and I mean, I love his jokes, but-”
“What? Ew. No, I mean, don’t get me wrong - I like you; you’re a really decent guy. It’s just I’m not sure I really know you all that well yet, you know? We literally met last mon-”
“Then get to know me.”
Kibum has no idea why his heart jumps at such a simple phrase, but it does.
“Let’s go eat somewhere else besides the coffee shop, and watch a movie at either your place or mine while eating food we cooked ourselves. Know me even better; I swear I’m not a creep,” Jonghyun tells him, voice dripping with something that sounded awfully similar to desperation. Kibum finds himself laughing at the other’s seriousness (that doesn’t mean he’s at all forgotten about the pounding in his chest, though). He takes a deep breath and closes his eyes because, is this really happening?
“You’re an idiot. Give Taemin back his lunch already.”
“…Did I just get a yes?”
“I’m not saying no.”
The barista doesn’t speak for a moment, but Kibum almost feels the smile spreading across Jonghyun’s face. He revels in the silence, and he finds himself smiling, too. Just loud enough to be audible across the line, Kibum swears he hears Taemin rejoicing over finally rescuing his packed lunch from the clutches of Jonghyun’s immaturity.
Just when Kibum begins to contemplate why he had said yes to someone as childish enough to hold someone’s food hostage for the sake of getting himself a date, a warm voice, smooth and honest, finds its way to the ear he has pressed against his phone.
“You won’t regret saying yes,” Jonghyun beams.
Kibum has a feeling he’s right.
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a/n: hello, everyone! it's been a long time since i've updated this fic (and by a long time, i mean almost two years), so i'm sorry for keeping whoever enjoyed reading this waiting for so long. i had this chapter done a long time ago, but didn't get to post since i wanted to finish the succeeding chapters in advance, supposedly to keep the fic going continuously. clearly, that didn't work, especially not with university life attacking me and taking up practically a good fraction of my weeknights and my weekends since i entered sophomore year. it's been a long time since then, and i'm now graduating from university (yay!), so i hope that means i get to continue this piece of work. i still have no distinct plans for where i want it to go, but i quite frankly like it that way. it feels uncannily thrilling knowing i am working on something that could go in any direction i want it to.
anyway, that said, i hope some people (especially those who waited for updates since the last chapter) are still around to read this! also, if you haven't already, go and listen to shinee's album and stream their music video! good night x
pg-13 (higher in later chapters) / college!au, a hint of slice of life?
jonghyun/kibum, bff!jinki/kibum because you can never go wrong with a little jinki
in which kibum finds himself caught up in habit and maybe, just maybe, in love
“Well, this is awkward,” Jinki says just loud enough for Jonghyun and Kibum to hear, and Kibum immediately develops an overwhelming desire to shoot both Jinki and himself (mostly Jinki though) because pointing out how awkward things are did nothing but multiply the discomfort that lingered like dead air over their table. Okay, so maybe he had been begging Jinki to come to the cafe to have breakfast with him and meet Jonghyun for the past two and a half weeks, but he curses his luck regardless, because of all the times Jinki could have shown up that morning, he chooses to emerge out of the blue right when Jonghyun had asked him out. That is if being told ‘We should go out’ without the slightest warning even counted as really being asked out... Wait, did he even mean going out on a date?
“Were you two in the middle of something?” Jinki starts again when neither Jonghyun nor Kibum begin speaking, simply exchanging self-conscious glances. “I could come back later if-”
Kibum hastily reaches for Jinki’s wrist and no less than yanks him down to sit on the chair beside his own, all the while wondering how he had even become friends with someone so socially awkward. He catches Jonghyun looking his way with an expression which he guesses means one of two things: either ‘So, will you go out with me?’ or ‘Is this nutjob your friend?’. Kibum has a hunch that it’s the latter, because no matter how much he wishes for it to be the first, he can’t find it in himself to assume this guy wants to take him to dinner or to the movies, simply because Jinki has told him over and over that having high expectations only hurts you in the end. Desperately trying to untangle himself from all his thoughts, Kibum somehow musters up the initiative to break the ice between them, seizing the opportunity to introduce Jonghyun to his best friend.
“Oh, you’re the goldfish guy from that dream Kibum told me about!” Jonghyun beams at Jinki after the slightly awkward introduction, and Kibum thanks every god that might exist that Jonghyun doesn’t press on about asking him out because, truth be told, Jinki’s sudden appearance kicked whatever witty response he planned to throw the barista’s way straight off his mind. He instead exerts effort into momentarily forgetting the boy’s impromptu invitation and focuses on how amused he is that Jonghyun remembers his stupid fish-related dream starring none other than Lee Jinki himself.
Fortunately, Jinki and Jonghyun hit it off better than Kibum expects them to. Jinki tells him that yes, he is indeed the goldfish guy, and proceeds to share stories about how he’s convinced the said creatures attempt to murder him every day at his part-time job. Jonghyun is all ears, and stupid as the entire discussion might sound, Kibum finds himself laughing along with the two whom he labels dumb and dumber in his head - he isn’t quite sure who’s got it worse just yet, though.
“Hey, Jonghyun, no offense meant, but why aren’t you working?” Jinki asks out of sheer curiosity a rough hour after his ever-timely arrival. Their conversation has, by some means, spanned from Jinki’s pet store job to a highly in-depth comparison of different brands of maple syrup. There is something about the way Jonghyun and Jinki get along so well that leaves Kibum clueless as to how they had gotten so far off-topic.
“Kibum made me stop,” Jonghyun says simply, and the artist sharply turns his head to look at the boy.
“Hey, I only asked you to take a half-hour break. It’s been over an hour; staying here and talking to us is completely your choice.”
“It’s not like you want me to leave anyway, right?”
Jinki raises his eyebrows in pleasant shock at that and takes a look at Kibum, who tightens his grip around his coffee cup because try as he might, he can never get over the way Jonghyun effortlessly crafts sentences that make his heart reel. Just as a clumsy and pretentiously hard-to-get answer tiptoes its way to Kibum's tongue, the brunette gets up from his seat and tells them, “But now that you mention it, I should get back to work; it’s almost lunch time so this place will fill up real quick. It was nice meeting you, Jinki.”
The moment Jonghyun walks away from their table, Kibum squeezes Jinki’s thigh so hard the older feels the crescents of Kibum’s nails tattooing themselves into his skin for good.
Kibum comes to the conclusion that breaking off his no-sleepovers deal with Jinki the night before the start of his junior year at university was not the wisest thing to do when he finds himself far too exhausted, both physically and emotionally, to get out of bed for his first class.
The boy had spent the night telling Jinki that yes, Jonghyun did ask him out, and yes, Jinki was an idiot for chiming in at the worst possible moment, and yes, maybe he does like this guy more than he ever thought he would. Everyday habits die hard, he figures, because before slipping into a much-needed slumber, one leg resting over Jinki’s under the boy’s blanket, he wondered how he would make it through six hours of morning classes without his usual coffee (and daily dose of charismatic barista on the side.)
He struggles to open his eyes and wakes up to the deafening ring of Jinki’s alarm clock, which he guesses has been ringing for a few minutes now. He sluggishly looks to his right, discovering his best friend’s head buried under his pillow and hidden beneath the sheets, just as he had expected.
He takes his time stretching and sitting up, having half a mind to wonder why Jinki had set his alarm so early in the day when reality sinks in because holy shit, he has a Culture in Aesthetics class under the Jung Moonkyu who he swore he would impress (the guy is a legend; Kibum had lost count of how many of his pieces had won at art competitions outside the continent a good two years ago).
The gears in his head shift, or they are supposed to anyway, but worried as he is, Kibum finds himself too tired from the night before to move even half as fast as he normally would. In spite of telling himself to get to class as fast as he can, his body refuses to cooperate and he makes his way to Jinki’s bathroom at a sickeningly slow pace.
‘First days are always rough,’ he tells himself during his third and last class of the day - one wherein he actually gets to work instead of sitting on his ass listening to his professors recite their most boring renditions of the history of Renaissance art and discovery of Western art methods. Needless to say, just like his upperclassmen friends had told him, Jung Moonkyu is the kind of professor who is undeniably good at what he does and is relatively nice, but dislikes students who come to class late. Kibum hopes he did not leave his teacher with as bad of an impression as he thought; even though he is pretty much positive that he’s already hit strike one.
Second period was not much better either, because he was caught sleeping no more than twenty minutes into the class discussion. He might have been sitting in the front row, in full view of his professor, too. Getting by without coffee in the morning is impossible, he realizes, especially when he had so religiously established his cafe-visiting routine over the past month.
He yawns and begins painting long, soft strokes across his canvas without putting a cap on his thoughts. He deems his second period mishap partially as his unfashionable and unbelievably boring professor’s fault (Come on, who seriously needs an entire subject dedicated to creative attitude development?) but more importantly, Jonghyun’s fault, for making him so on-edge and keeping him up telling Jinki about his unsorted feelings the entire night.
(“You think he meant it?” Kibum asks Jinki without bothering to spare the other a glance, hand buried halfway into their bowl of popcorn which he insists is only his.
“Would it kill you to share some of that? You took that from my pantry,” Jinki tells him, reaching over and managing to grab a handful of popcorn before Kibum cradles the bowl in his lap. The blonde tells him to focus and stop thinking about food all the damn time before Jinki murmurs a shallow complaint about how he is going to run out of food at the rate Kibum is going.
Jinki surrenders eventually and lies on his back, snacking on the very little popcorn supply he has kept between his palm and fingers. “You’re being a lot more insecure than I thought you’d be.”
Kibum rolls his eyes. “Please, I’m not insecure. I’m just... not sure he likes me, you know?”
“What makes you think he’d ask you out if he didn’t?”
“Well, I don’t know if he really meant it that way... He said it so casually. I mean, I’m not even sure if I’m his type, or if he likes boys.”
Jinki makes his way off his bed and sits next to Kibum on the floor against his mattress, when he hears the boy sigh in what he could only assume is confusion. Kibum had never liked a single person this much before; he couldn’t blame the boy for not knowing what to do. “Have a little faith in yourself, Kibum. You’re the last person I’d expect to get so uncertain of themself over just one guy. And a guy who gets my goldfish jokes, at that.”
Jinki always knows just what to say, Kibum realizes when he’s stifling a little laugh only moments later. The momentary boost of confidence does not last long though, and Kibum resorts to going on about how stupid Jonghyun is for asking so informally until morning).
Everything that happened today is definitely Jonghyun’s fault, Kibum settles, still replaying the day’s events when he feels his phone vibrate in his back pocket.
Text message from: Jonghyun
‘don’t think i forgot about you not giving me an answer yesterday.’
‘Speak of the devil,’ Kibum mutters, ignoring the slight clenching feeling in his chest when he realizes how insistent Jonghyun is (the barista then goes on to send him two more texts within the same class, but one is a video message of his pet dog attempting to destroy his rubber phone case so that doesn’t really count).
Reply to: Jonghyun
‘you’re pretty persistent, aren’t you? that desperate for a date?’
And he waits. Jinki would be proud at how calm he is, or how calm he appears to be on the surface anyway. Maybe the older boy’s so-called motivational speeches about how he’s worth every bit of Jonghyun are actually getting him somewhere.
Text message from: Jonghyun
'you got me. i mean, why ditch the chance to get a hot date with kim kibum?’
That little shit. Kibum’s confident facade crumbles a little, and he thinks about how ridiculously similar he sounds to an adolescent girl crushing on the most attractive guy in school, or in this case, in the coffee shop, and passes the blame to Jinki for neither acknowledging nor listening to his emotional turmoil enough (‘Kibum, you’re twenty. You’re too old for this kind of drama,’ that asshole would say). He looks away from the phone still cradled tightly in his hands , and finds that Jonghyun is already two steps ahead of him when his eyes settle on his screen once again.
Text message from: Jonghyun
‘so are you gonna say yes? just so you know, i’m holding taemin’s lunch captive until you answer me.’
Kibum only realizes the boy is serious when he answers the other’s call at the end of third period. Jonghyun is smirking, that much obvious, when he speaks a cocky greeting into the speaker. “You can’t keep putting me off, you know,” he says.
“Please don’t tell me you’re really keeping the boy from eating his lunch. You and I both know he needs the calories.”
“Then you’d better answer me quick. Not that I won’t wait.”
Kibum sighs in what he could only label as an uncanny combination of disbelief and satisfaction. Jonghyun is a lot different from what he initially expected him to be, but he can never find himself complaining. “Oh, but will you? Wait, I mean. If I don’t say yes.”
“For someone like you? Of course I’d wait. I’d ask you over and over, even if you said no. But that doesn’t mean you shouldn’t give me a shot.”
A slightly remorseful smile makes its way to Kibum’s face. “Look, not that I don’t enjoy your company or whatever, it’s just-”
“Just what? Just got out of a bad relationship? Or are you already in a relationship… Please don’t tell me you and Jinki are a thing,” Jonghyun says, and Kibum can sense the worry in his voice over the receiver. It’s funny seeing him act this way after putting on such a confident all the other times they’d talked. “He’s a great guy and I mean, I love his jokes, but-”
“What? Ew. No, I mean, don’t get me wrong - I like you; you’re a really decent guy. It’s just I’m not sure I really know you all that well yet, you know? We literally met last mon-”
“Then get to know me.”
Kibum has no idea why his heart jumps at such a simple phrase, but it does.
“Let’s go eat somewhere else besides the coffee shop, and watch a movie at either your place or mine while eating food we cooked ourselves. Know me even better; I swear I’m not a creep,” Jonghyun tells him, voice dripping with something that sounded awfully similar to desperation. Kibum finds himself laughing at the other’s seriousness (that doesn’t mean he’s at all forgotten about the pounding in his chest, though). He takes a deep breath and closes his eyes because, is this really happening?
“You’re an idiot. Give Taemin back his lunch already.”
“…Did I just get a yes?”
“I’m not saying no.”
The barista doesn’t speak for a moment, but Kibum almost feels the smile spreading across Jonghyun’s face. He revels in the silence, and he finds himself smiling, too. Just loud enough to be audible across the line, Kibum swears he hears Taemin rejoicing over finally rescuing his packed lunch from the clutches of Jonghyun’s immaturity.
Just when Kibum begins to contemplate why he had said yes to someone as childish enough to hold someone’s food hostage for the sake of getting himself a date, a warm voice, smooth and honest, finds its way to the ear he has pressed against his phone.
“You won’t regret saying yes,” Jonghyun beams.
Kibum has a feeling he’s right.
previous // next
a/n: hello, everyone! it's been a long time since i've updated this fic (and by a long time, i mean almost two years), so i'm sorry for keeping whoever enjoyed reading this waiting for so long. i had this chapter done a long time ago, but didn't get to post since i wanted to finish the succeeding chapters in advance, supposedly to keep the fic going continuously. clearly, that didn't work, especially not with university life attacking me and taking up practically a good fraction of my weeknights and my weekends since i entered sophomore year. it's been a long time since then, and i'm now graduating from university (yay!), so i hope that means i get to continue this piece of work. i still have no distinct plans for where i want it to go, but i quite frankly like it that way. it feels uncannily thrilling knowing i am working on something that could go in any direction i want it to.
anyway, that said, i hope some people (especially those who waited for updates since the last chapter) are still around to read this! also, if you haven't already, go and listen to shinee's album and stream their music video! good night x