Cheesecake
Title: Cheesecake
Pairing: Jonghyun/Key
Genre: angst, fluff, drabble
Rating: PG
Summary: I suck at summaries~ Let's just say Jonghyun knows the right time to show up.
A/N: Not that angsty!! :D Another A/N at the end! :)
He pants as he slams the door behind him. He sits down on the stairs of their front porch and grabs a fistful of his hair. He looks up at the stars and tries to hold back the tears about to flow down. He gets up and walks home--to his dorm--where he is alone and feels safe.
"You don't understand!" He screams as his mother glares at him.
"This is my party, Kim Kibum! If you don't want to do all these things, tell me. I would feel less burdened to have you as only a guest if that is the reaction I get whenever I tell you your roles!" She screams back at him, eyes full of anger.
"I DIDN'T SAY I DIDN'T WANT TO DO IT!" He shouts desperately. "You know what? Never-fucking-mind. You don't understand me anyway. My own mother doesn't even understand me! NOBODY DOES!" He shouts at her one last time before making his way to the door.
He snaps out of his trance as he hears his doorbell ring. Surprised, he puts on a jacket and walks to the door slowly. He opens it, and sees Jonghyun smiling sadly at him with a box in his hands.
"Jonghyun? What are you doing here?"
"I heard about what happened between you and your mom." He scratches the side of his head. "Your sister called me."
"Oh." Kibum sighs deeply.
Jonghyun holds out the box and smiles at Kibum. "I brought cheesecake."
Kibum smiles back and lets Jonghyun in, wondering how Jonghyun knew his comfort in cheesecake. They open the box of cake and eats as Kibum shares his feelings. They eat as Kibum releases his anger and frustration. They eat as they start laughing because the cake was suddenly gone.
As Jonghyun stands up to clear the plates, Kibum looks up at him and smiles at himself in content. He was wrong. Someone understands him. Jonghyun does.
A/N: Inspired by my friend, nyamkogi29 's experience. BTW, she's a stalker and is too shy to talk to anyone. She was my stalking partner when I was still a super silent reader.
Pairing: Jonghyun/Key
Genre: angst, fluff, drabble
Rating: PG
Summary: I suck at summaries~ Let's just say Jonghyun knows the right time to show up.
A/N: Not that angsty!! :D Another A/N at the end! :)
He pants as he slams the door behind him. He sits down on the stairs of their front porch and grabs a fistful of his hair. He looks up at the stars and tries to hold back the tears about to flow down. He gets up and walks home--to his dorm--where he is alone and feels safe.
"You don't understand!" He screams as his mother glares at him.
"This is my party, Kim Kibum! If you don't want to do all these things, tell me. I would feel less burdened to have you as only a guest if that is the reaction I get whenever I tell you your roles!" She screams back at him, eyes full of anger.
"I DIDN'T SAY I DIDN'T WANT TO DO IT!" He shouts desperately. "You know what? Never-fucking-mind. You don't understand me anyway. My own mother doesn't even understand me! NOBODY DOES!" He shouts at her one last time before making his way to the door.
He snaps out of his trance as he hears his doorbell ring. Surprised, he puts on a jacket and walks to the door slowly. He opens it, and sees Jonghyun smiling sadly at him with a box in his hands.
"Jonghyun? What are you doing here?"
"I heard about what happened between you and your mom." He scratches the side of his head. "Your sister called me."
"Oh." Kibum sighs deeply.
Jonghyun holds out the box and smiles at Kibum. "I brought cheesecake."
Kibum smiles back and lets Jonghyun in, wondering how Jonghyun knew his comfort in cheesecake. They open the box of cake and eats as Kibum shares his feelings. They eat as Kibum releases his anger and frustration. They eat as they start laughing because the cake was suddenly gone.
As Jonghyun stands up to clear the plates, Kibum looks up at him and smiles at himself in content. He was wrong. Someone understands him. Jonghyun does.
A/N: Inspired by my friend, nyamkogi29 's experience. BTW, she's a stalker and is too shy to talk to anyone. She was my stalking partner when I was still a super silent reader.