Infatuation
Title: Infatuation
Pairing: Jonghyun/Iron
Genre: fluff
Rating: PG-13
Warning(s): i know nothing about Iron… :/
Word count: 1164
Summary: “That’s it, we are totally messaging him,” Taemin stated, grabbing the laptop and scurrying off the bed and away from Jonghyun.
“No!!!!” He lunged at him but the younger was simply too fast, locking himself in the bathroom and away from Jonghyun.
“Dear Iron, I think I’m in love with you. Please let me suck your dick before your next show, signed Kim Jonghyun!” Taemin recited aloud through the door.
“Taemin that isn’t funny,” Jonghyun whined, beating at the door.
“Aaaaaaaand done,” Taemin exclaimed, throwing the door open and handing the computer back to Jonghyun.
It was late. Too late to still be awake. Jonghyun couldn’t seem to make himself care though. The backlight of his computer was shining bright in the dark room, giving him a slight twinge of a headache, but he refused to look away. He was skipping further and further down the rabbit hole that was online videos with each and every click. He was so absorbed in what he was watching that he didn’t notice anything else.
He had stumbled across a video of a rapper who hadn’t hit the mainstream yet. The video was grainy and out of focus, the photographer too far away and the camera quality too poor for a good video. However, the audio alone was enough to catch Jonghyun’s attention.
How was anyone’s voice that deep? It was like the bass at a concert, reverberating through Jonghyun’s entire body. If he sounded like that on a shitty recording, what must he sound like in real life?
That had been the start of Jonghyun’s long and fascinating night of hunting down every single video in the known universe of said rapper.
He was actually able to find more information than he had originally anticipated.
They mystery man’s name was Jung Hunchul but he went by the stage name Iron. He was young, only 22, and he had the cutest smile Jonghyun had ever seen. And that was saying something considering he live with Jinki, personified sunshine, for the past decade. There was just something about this Iron kid that Jonghyun couldn’t get out of his head. He was handsome and charismatic with a little twinge of shy insecurity that he couldn’t seem to shake. It was breathtaking.
Jonghyun only snapped out of his internet surfing when the bedroom door was opened.
“Hyung?” he heard Taemin whisper, the youngest reeking of stale beer and cigarettes.
“Hmmm?”
“You’re still up?”
“Yeah,” Jonghyun answered.
“Why? What are you doing? It’s really late,” Taemin muttered, sound more sober than he smelled.
“I… ummm,” Jonghyun cut himself short when he felt Taemin’s weight drop down beside him on the bed, peering at the computer screen.
“Who’s Iron?”
“He’s this rapper I found online. I guess he’s really popular in the underground scene,” Jonghyun answered, eager to share his newfound knowledge.
“Yeah? Is he good?”
“He’s amazing,” Jonghyun said wistfully, making Taemin snicker.
“Dude, how long have you been watching this guy?” Taemin asked.
“Not too long… why?”
Taemin pointed to the recently viewed videos, a whole column of nothing but Iron performing at different clubs.
“I…”
“You like him, don’t you?” Taemin pressed.
“I don’t even know him!” Jonghyun argued back just a bit too quickly.
“Defensive too. You definitely like him.”
“Stop it,” Jonghyun groaned.
‘You should talk to him!”
“I don’t know him!”
“You have his twitter account pulled up, I can see it on the tab. You have twitter. He has twitter. It’s not rocket science.”
“He’s gunna think I’m weird for messaging him outta the blue. We don’t know each other,” Jonghyun argued, the very thought making his stomach turn.
“You are famous, he’ll be flattered you noticed him,” Taemin rolled his eyes.
“Your head is bigger than all of Korea,” He deadpanned in reply.
“Why do you like him so much anyway?”
“I don’t know. He’s attractive and tall and his voice is just… ugh! He seems really quiet and reserved though. Like, he has this presence on stage, just commanding attention for everyone. But as soon as he steps out of the stoplight he’s like a shy little kid. It’s adorable.”
“Wow, who knew all it would take is a few hours of youtube videos to make Kim Jonghyun fall completely in love.”
“Shut up.”
“That’s it, we are totally messaging him,” Taemin stated, grabbing the laptop and scurrying off the bed and away from Jonghyun.
“No!!!!” He lunged at him but the younger was simply too fast, locking himself in the bathroom before Jonghyun could catch him.
“Dear Iron, I think I’m in love with you. Please let me suck your dick before your next show, signed Kim Jonghyun!” Taemin recited aloud through the door.
“Taemin that isn’t funny,” Jonghyun whined, beating at the door.
“Aaaaaaaand done,” Taemin exclaimed, throwing the door open and handing the computer back to Jonghyun.
“You did not send that?!” Jonghyun screeched, pretty sure he was going to wake the whole building but not really giving a damn.
“Of course not, moron,” Taemin rolled his eyes. Jonghyun scrambled for the computer, pulling up the message box
“Waaaa you’re so good! I’m your new fan~~~~ ㄷㄷㄷㄷㄷㄷㄷㄷㄷㄷ”
“I do not write that many ‘shiver’s,” Jonghyun said blandly.
“Yes, you actually do. You’re like a teenage girl with her first messenger account. It’s pathetic. Anyway, I’m going to bed. Let me know if lover boy writes you back!” Taemin responded, skipping off to the bathroom.
“You’re a dick,” Jonghyun called after him.
“You love me anyway!”
“Go shower, you smell like an ashtray.”
“Yes, mom,” Jonghyun could hear Taemin rolling his eyes in the other room.
~~
Jonghyun really shouldn’t have stayed up so late. His feet are dragging during his schedules and the dark circles under his eyes were no joke. His day was so busy he hasn’t had a chance to even look at his phone. He had almost forgotten about the message from the night before, almost.
His phone felt like it was burning a hole in his pocket the whole day, begging for his attention. He wasn’t able to get to it until that afternoon though. The first slice of privacy occurring in the van on his way to a meeting. He didn’t hesitate to pull up his twitter, finally getting to check.
1 new message.
Oh shit.
His fingers were impatient as he pressed the icon and waited for it to load.
“What? Can this be real? I think the famous Kim Jonghyun has had his twitter hacked. It would be too good to be true to think you sent such a message yourself ^^
‘Too good to be true?’
This kid was too much. Jonghyun’s insecurities about talking to him started to fade as he read and reread the cute reply.
“Well you are half right. My twitter account was hacked by my bandmate, but only after I told him how impressed I was with your work ^^”
It didn’t matter how tired he was or how busy of a schedule he had… his lips kept pulling up into a smile as he impatiently waited for a reply.
There was one question burning on his mind while he waited though, how long did they have to chit chat before it was socially acceptable to ask for his phone number. Jonghyun really wanted to hear that voice outside of the internet, preferably in person, over coffee perhaps.
His phone dinged in his hand, making his smile grow embarrassingly wide.
1 new message.
~~
this is completely unbetaed
and i know nothing about iron
but i want to write more :/
i think i have a problem...
Pairing: Jonghyun/Iron
Genre: fluff
Rating: PG-13
Warning(s): i know nothing about Iron… :/
Word count: 1164
Summary: “That’s it, we are totally messaging him,” Taemin stated, grabbing the laptop and scurrying off the bed and away from Jonghyun.
“No!!!!” He lunged at him but the younger was simply too fast, locking himself in the bathroom and away from Jonghyun.
“Dear Iron, I think I’m in love with you. Please let me suck your dick before your next show, signed Kim Jonghyun!” Taemin recited aloud through the door.
“Taemin that isn’t funny,” Jonghyun whined, beating at the door.
“Aaaaaaaand done,” Taemin exclaimed, throwing the door open and handing the computer back to Jonghyun.
It was late. Too late to still be awake. Jonghyun couldn’t seem to make himself care though. The backlight of his computer was shining bright in the dark room, giving him a slight twinge of a headache, but he refused to look away. He was skipping further and further down the rabbit hole that was online videos with each and every click. He was so absorbed in what he was watching that he didn’t notice anything else.
He had stumbled across a video of a rapper who hadn’t hit the mainstream yet. The video was grainy and out of focus, the photographer too far away and the camera quality too poor for a good video. However, the audio alone was enough to catch Jonghyun’s attention.
How was anyone’s voice that deep? It was like the bass at a concert, reverberating through Jonghyun’s entire body. If he sounded like that on a shitty recording, what must he sound like in real life?
That had been the start of Jonghyun’s long and fascinating night of hunting down every single video in the known universe of said rapper.
He was actually able to find more information than he had originally anticipated.
They mystery man’s name was Jung Hunchul but he went by the stage name Iron. He was young, only 22, and he had the cutest smile Jonghyun had ever seen. And that was saying something considering he live with Jinki, personified sunshine, for the past decade. There was just something about this Iron kid that Jonghyun couldn’t get out of his head. He was handsome and charismatic with a little twinge of shy insecurity that he couldn’t seem to shake. It was breathtaking.
Jonghyun only snapped out of his internet surfing when the bedroom door was opened.
“Hyung?” he heard Taemin whisper, the youngest reeking of stale beer and cigarettes.
“Hmmm?”
“You’re still up?”
“Yeah,” Jonghyun answered.
“Why? What are you doing? It’s really late,” Taemin muttered, sound more sober than he smelled.
“I… ummm,” Jonghyun cut himself short when he felt Taemin’s weight drop down beside him on the bed, peering at the computer screen.
“Who’s Iron?”
“He’s this rapper I found online. I guess he’s really popular in the underground scene,” Jonghyun answered, eager to share his newfound knowledge.
“Yeah? Is he good?”
“He’s amazing,” Jonghyun said wistfully, making Taemin snicker.
“Dude, how long have you been watching this guy?” Taemin asked.
“Not too long… why?”
Taemin pointed to the recently viewed videos, a whole column of nothing but Iron performing at different clubs.
“I…”
“You like him, don’t you?” Taemin pressed.
“I don’t even know him!” Jonghyun argued back just a bit too quickly.
“Defensive too. You definitely like him.”
“Stop it,” Jonghyun groaned.
‘You should talk to him!”
“I don’t know him!”
“You have his twitter account pulled up, I can see it on the tab. You have twitter. He has twitter. It’s not rocket science.”
“He’s gunna think I’m weird for messaging him outta the blue. We don’t know each other,” Jonghyun argued, the very thought making his stomach turn.
“You are famous, he’ll be flattered you noticed him,” Taemin rolled his eyes.
“Your head is bigger than all of Korea,” He deadpanned in reply.
“Why do you like him so much anyway?”
“I don’t know. He’s attractive and tall and his voice is just… ugh! He seems really quiet and reserved though. Like, he has this presence on stage, just commanding attention for everyone. But as soon as he steps out of the stoplight he’s like a shy little kid. It’s adorable.”
“Wow, who knew all it would take is a few hours of youtube videos to make Kim Jonghyun fall completely in love.”
“Shut up.”
“That’s it, we are totally messaging him,” Taemin stated, grabbing the laptop and scurrying off the bed and away from Jonghyun.
“No!!!!” He lunged at him but the younger was simply too fast, locking himself in the bathroom before Jonghyun could catch him.
“Dear Iron, I think I’m in love with you. Please let me suck your dick before your next show, signed Kim Jonghyun!” Taemin recited aloud through the door.
“Taemin that isn’t funny,” Jonghyun whined, beating at the door.
“Aaaaaaaand done,” Taemin exclaimed, throwing the door open and handing the computer back to Jonghyun.
“You did not send that?!” Jonghyun screeched, pretty sure he was going to wake the whole building but not really giving a damn.
“Of course not, moron,” Taemin rolled his eyes. Jonghyun scrambled for the computer, pulling up the message box
“Waaaa you’re so good! I’m your new fan~~~~ ㄷㄷㄷㄷㄷㄷㄷㄷㄷㄷ”
“I do not write that many ‘shiver’s,” Jonghyun said blandly.
“Yes, you actually do. You’re like a teenage girl with her first messenger account. It’s pathetic. Anyway, I’m going to bed. Let me know if lover boy writes you back!” Taemin responded, skipping off to the bathroom.
“You’re a dick,” Jonghyun called after him.
“You love me anyway!”
“Go shower, you smell like an ashtray.”
“Yes, mom,” Jonghyun could hear Taemin rolling his eyes in the other room.
~~
Jonghyun really shouldn’t have stayed up so late. His feet are dragging during his schedules and the dark circles under his eyes were no joke. His day was so busy he hasn’t had a chance to even look at his phone. He had almost forgotten about the message from the night before, almost.
His phone felt like it was burning a hole in his pocket the whole day, begging for his attention. He wasn’t able to get to it until that afternoon though. The first slice of privacy occurring in the van on his way to a meeting. He didn’t hesitate to pull up his twitter, finally getting to check.
1 new message.
Oh shit.
His fingers were impatient as he pressed the icon and waited for it to load.
“What? Can this be real? I think the famous Kim Jonghyun has had his twitter hacked. It would be too good to be true to think you sent such a message yourself ^^
‘Too good to be true?’
This kid was too much. Jonghyun’s insecurities about talking to him started to fade as he read and reread the cute reply.
“Well you are half right. My twitter account was hacked by my bandmate, but only after I told him how impressed I was with your work ^^”
It didn’t matter how tired he was or how busy of a schedule he had… his lips kept pulling up into a smile as he impatiently waited for a reply.
There was one question burning on his mind while he waited though, how long did they have to chit chat before it was socially acceptable to ask for his phone number. Jonghyun really wanted to hear that voice outside of the internet, preferably in person, over coffee perhaps.
His phone dinged in his hand, making his smile grow embarrassingly wide.
1 new message.
~~
this is completely unbetaed
and i know nothing about iron
but i want to write more :/
i think i have a problem...