orange perfection
Title: orange perfection
Pairing: Onew/Key
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Romance, angst
Author's Note: I don't want to tell you how this resolves, but I'll give you a hint: I hate angst xD If you have any questions in the end, let me know! ^^
It was another ordinary day in the life of Kim Kibum. He was currently in the kitchen of the apartment, hovering over the counter as he held a knife and skillfully began peeling an orange. Well, it was going pretty skilfully until halfway through he accidentally dropped the knife. It slid across the tile floor and Kibum pouted, turning around and following it with his gaze. It skidded to a halt near a pair of feet, and Kibum was a bit surprised, looking up to see his face with a small smile. But his smile faltered and fell as he noticed the blunted expression on Jinki's face. Instead of his usual crinkled eyes and bright smile, he was expresionless. And he was staring at the knife. Slowly, his darkened eyes looked up and met with Kibum's, and he saw the wirlwind of confusion, anger, and torture reflected there.
He knew what those eyes meant, but it was too late.
Jinki had the knife before he knew it and said with a dangerously low voice, "What have you done with my Kibum?!" Then, much more frantically, "Where is he!?" Kibum just tried to back away, shaking his head with a terrified expression. But he was too far gone, and the blade was now stabbing, stabbing, stabbing into his small body. The younger cried out in pain and tried to fight him off but it was no use as he slumped to the floor, his blood beginning to stain the white tiles a sickly red wine.
Jinki was standing over him, looking angry, before looking unfazed and eyeing the orange still in Kibum's hand. "Give me that," he commanded, staring at the bleeding body before him with the power of an army behind his words. Kibum used up all his remaining energy to stand, gasping at the movement. He ripped off a piece of the fruit and chewed it in his mouth before leaning forward and pressing his lips against the older's, the sweet, tart taste of citric flowing through their exchange. As they pulled apart, Kibum fell back to the floor, and Jinki's eyes widened as if he'd just realized what had happened. He scrambled to the ground next to the bleeding boy, who smiled weakly at him. "I'm right here, Jinki... Don't worry..."
"No... No! Kibum! I... I didn't mean to! I'm sorry. I'm so sorry!" He was clinging to the younger, dialling 911 as he pleaded and begged for the other not to leave him, to forgive him. The ambulance came quickly, although it felt way too long, the puddle of blood in the kitchen growing in size. The paramedics quickly took Kibum away on a stretcher as Jinki reached out for him, struggling to go with the now unconscious boy as police handcuffed him and brought him away separately. The next thing he knew, someone who looked like a doctor had injected him with something and he was unable to keep his eyes open. The last thing he saw was medical staff surrounding the wounded boy in the ambulance, and he thought, 'Kibum, I'm sorry...'
The next time he woke up, he was in the brightest white room and had to squint, blinking a few times before his eyes adjusted. He felt extremely tired and groggy, but after shifting around a bit in his bed, he fully awoke, taking in his surroundings and knowing exactly where he was. It wasn't long before his eyes landed on a sleeping figure lying partially on his bed, hunched over in their chair. And then he remembered everything. Intruder. Knife. Stab. Blood. Orange. Kibum.
But he was there next to him. This wasn't a hallucination, right? How could he be here? He gently placed his hand on the other's cheek, stroking the soft flesh gently as the other finally stirred. Kibum's sleepy brown eyes blinked before he yawned, then realized the other was awake, looking startled and then overwhelmingly happy as tears crept into his eyes and he hugged the other tightly.
"Jinki! You're back. You're finally back."
The older blinked, slightly confused before he said sadly, "Shouldn't I be saying that to you? I... I almost killed you, Kibum! Why aren't you in the hospital?!"
Chuckling, he pointed at his own hospital gown and replied, "I am in the hospital, stupid. So are you. Your doctor told me I was allowed to visit you. I tried really hard to come visit you earlier but they said you weren't stable yet..." He pouted as he said that at the end.
Jinki frowned, slightly angry, "Don't be careless! Don't visit me when I'm like that. Who knows what could happen... Something even worse... I mean, I already practically stabbed you to death..." He choked, crying now as the weight of everything that happened pressed down on his lungs. "I'm stupid... I'm so fucking messed up! Kibum, just leave me. You're not safe with me. I want to protect you so badly, but I can't!"
But Kibum didn't move from his side, hugging him and stroking his back. "Jinki, I love you. I've always loved you and schizophrenia is not going to take you away from me. I'll do everything to fight this disease with you. I'll never leave. Ever."
Their tears intermingled as their faces pressed together in a heated kiss; a promise that they would never be apart and that they would fight this battle together. Soon, a nurse came in and gave Jinki two pills, which he obediently swallowed and soon felt drowsy again, falling to sleep with the image of a smiling Kibum by his side.
It was just another ordinary day for Kim Kibum. He was in the kitchen preparing lunch for him and his husband, Jinki. Taking a knife from the drawer, he paused for a split second, remembering the instance from before but silently shaking his head, cutting up the sushi rolls quietly. It had already been three years since then, and his wounds had healed fairly well, although he still had faint scars on his torso as a reminder. Although every time Jinki saw them he felt guilty, tracing them with his finger. But Kibum just told him they were their battle scars and represented how they had overcome the fight. Jinki had been episode free since his release from the hospital, and they had even gotten married two years ago.
Smiling slightly to himself, he placed the food on a tray and walked into the living room where Jinki was painting. His art was amazing; perfectly symbolizing all of the struggles they had gone through as well as showcasing how beautiful life was now that his mind was clear. The younger placed the food on the table before walking by his side, looking at his husband's face. Jinki wasn't smiling or looking at his painting. His brush was halfway in the air and his eyes were unfocused, staring at the canvas in front of him as if it was something completely new and strange to him.
Kibum's smile fell immediately and he took one step back, his heart sinking. "No..." he murmured, just loud enough, and Jinki's head snapped to the side.
But now he was smiling brightly, his eyes crinkled as he put his paintbrush down. "Oh! Hi! 'No' what?"
A huge cloud lifted from the younger and his eyes watered, throwing himself onto Jinki's lap and wrapping his arms around his husband's neck as he hugged him tightly. "The look on your face... I thought..." He stopped, pulling back to look into his lover's eyes, which now looked slightly sad with a frown to match. "I'm sorry..." He finished, feeling guilty for accusing Jinki of a relapse.
The older merely shook his head, stroking the boy's skinny back. "Never be sorry. I'm the one that's sorry that you have to deal with this... With me..."
Their eyes met in a knowing look. One that showed how much they had gone through together and continued to go through on a daily basis. But in that look was one of pure love. They were soulmates. They'd loved each other before the disease had taken control of Jinki, and Kibum had stuck by him even when things couldn't possibly get any worse. Now here they were, still together, and as their lips touched sweetly, they shared everything that was truely special to them, their tongues tangling in a promise never to let each other go. After several long moments, of kissing, of touching, of being in each other's embrace, they pulled apart.
"I love you," Kibum stated simply, looking cute as ever with his cheeks slightly tinged pink and his hair rustled up. Jinki beamed at him brightly, "I love you so much, baby," he replied, pecking his lover's lips one more time before standing up, lifting Kibum along with him and sitting him down at the kitchen table, taking his seat as well and saying, "Now let's eat! I don't wanna miss out on this perfect meal!"
And the meal was perfect. Made specially with Kibum's culinary skills, which he had been practicing and going to school for. Not only the meal was perfect, but everything else was. Not perfect in that nothing ever went wrong in their lives. Of course they argued from time to time like everyone else; Jinki always messing up how much detergent to put in the laundry, Kibum nagging about Jinki's fashion sense way too much, but it was perfect for them. And that was all they needed.
Pairing: Onew/Key
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Romance, angst
Author's Note: I don't want to tell you how this resolves, but I'll give you a hint: I hate angst xD If you have any questions in the end, let me know! ^^
It was another ordinary day in the life of Kim Kibum. He was currently in the kitchen of the apartment, hovering over the counter as he held a knife and skillfully began peeling an orange. Well, it was going pretty skilfully until halfway through he accidentally dropped the knife. It slid across the tile floor and Kibum pouted, turning around and following it with his gaze. It skidded to a halt near a pair of feet, and Kibum was a bit surprised, looking up to see his face with a small smile. But his smile faltered and fell as he noticed the blunted expression on Jinki's face. Instead of his usual crinkled eyes and bright smile, he was expresionless. And he was staring at the knife. Slowly, his darkened eyes looked up and met with Kibum's, and he saw the wirlwind of confusion, anger, and torture reflected there.
He knew what those eyes meant, but it was too late.
Jinki had the knife before he knew it and said with a dangerously low voice, "What have you done with my Kibum?!" Then, much more frantically, "Where is he!?" Kibum just tried to back away, shaking his head with a terrified expression. But he was too far gone, and the blade was now stabbing, stabbing, stabbing into his small body. The younger cried out in pain and tried to fight him off but it was no use as he slumped to the floor, his blood beginning to stain the white tiles a sickly red wine.
Jinki was standing over him, looking angry, before looking unfazed and eyeing the orange still in Kibum's hand. "Give me that," he commanded, staring at the bleeding body before him with the power of an army behind his words. Kibum used up all his remaining energy to stand, gasping at the movement. He ripped off a piece of the fruit and chewed it in his mouth before leaning forward and pressing his lips against the older's, the sweet, tart taste of citric flowing through their exchange. As they pulled apart, Kibum fell back to the floor, and Jinki's eyes widened as if he'd just realized what had happened. He scrambled to the ground next to the bleeding boy, who smiled weakly at him. "I'm right here, Jinki... Don't worry..."
"No... No! Kibum! I... I didn't mean to! I'm sorry. I'm so sorry!" He was clinging to the younger, dialling 911 as he pleaded and begged for the other not to leave him, to forgive him. The ambulance came quickly, although it felt way too long, the puddle of blood in the kitchen growing in size. The paramedics quickly took Kibum away on a stretcher as Jinki reached out for him, struggling to go with the now unconscious boy as police handcuffed him and brought him away separately. The next thing he knew, someone who looked like a doctor had injected him with something and he was unable to keep his eyes open. The last thing he saw was medical staff surrounding the wounded boy in the ambulance, and he thought, 'Kibum, I'm sorry...'
The next time he woke up, he was in the brightest white room and had to squint, blinking a few times before his eyes adjusted. He felt extremely tired and groggy, but after shifting around a bit in his bed, he fully awoke, taking in his surroundings and knowing exactly where he was. It wasn't long before his eyes landed on a sleeping figure lying partially on his bed, hunched over in their chair. And then he remembered everything. Intruder. Knife. Stab. Blood. Orange. Kibum.
But he was there next to him. This wasn't a hallucination, right? How could he be here? He gently placed his hand on the other's cheek, stroking the soft flesh gently as the other finally stirred. Kibum's sleepy brown eyes blinked before he yawned, then realized the other was awake, looking startled and then overwhelmingly happy as tears crept into his eyes and he hugged the other tightly.
"Jinki! You're back. You're finally back."
The older blinked, slightly confused before he said sadly, "Shouldn't I be saying that to you? I... I almost killed you, Kibum! Why aren't you in the hospital?!"
Chuckling, he pointed at his own hospital gown and replied, "I am in the hospital, stupid. So are you. Your doctor told me I was allowed to visit you. I tried really hard to come visit you earlier but they said you weren't stable yet..." He pouted as he said that at the end.
Jinki frowned, slightly angry, "Don't be careless! Don't visit me when I'm like that. Who knows what could happen... Something even worse... I mean, I already practically stabbed you to death..." He choked, crying now as the weight of everything that happened pressed down on his lungs. "I'm stupid... I'm so fucking messed up! Kibum, just leave me. You're not safe with me. I want to protect you so badly, but I can't!"
But Kibum didn't move from his side, hugging him and stroking his back. "Jinki, I love you. I've always loved you and schizophrenia is not going to take you away from me. I'll do everything to fight this disease with you. I'll never leave. Ever."
Their tears intermingled as their faces pressed together in a heated kiss; a promise that they would never be apart and that they would fight this battle together. Soon, a nurse came in and gave Jinki two pills, which he obediently swallowed and soon felt drowsy again, falling to sleep with the image of a smiling Kibum by his side.
It was just another ordinary day for Kim Kibum. He was in the kitchen preparing lunch for him and his husband, Jinki. Taking a knife from the drawer, he paused for a split second, remembering the instance from before but silently shaking his head, cutting up the sushi rolls quietly. It had already been three years since then, and his wounds had healed fairly well, although he still had faint scars on his torso as a reminder. Although every time Jinki saw them he felt guilty, tracing them with his finger. But Kibum just told him they were their battle scars and represented how they had overcome the fight. Jinki had been episode free since his release from the hospital, and they had even gotten married two years ago.
Smiling slightly to himself, he placed the food on a tray and walked into the living room where Jinki was painting. His art was amazing; perfectly symbolizing all of the struggles they had gone through as well as showcasing how beautiful life was now that his mind was clear. The younger placed the food on the table before walking by his side, looking at his husband's face. Jinki wasn't smiling or looking at his painting. His brush was halfway in the air and his eyes were unfocused, staring at the canvas in front of him as if it was something completely new and strange to him.
Kibum's smile fell immediately and he took one step back, his heart sinking. "No..." he murmured, just loud enough, and Jinki's head snapped to the side.
But now he was smiling brightly, his eyes crinkled as he put his paintbrush down. "Oh! Hi! 'No' what?"
A huge cloud lifted from the younger and his eyes watered, throwing himself onto Jinki's lap and wrapping his arms around his husband's neck as he hugged him tightly. "The look on your face... I thought..." He stopped, pulling back to look into his lover's eyes, which now looked slightly sad with a frown to match. "I'm sorry..." He finished, feeling guilty for accusing Jinki of a relapse.
The older merely shook his head, stroking the boy's skinny back. "Never be sorry. I'm the one that's sorry that you have to deal with this... With me..."
Their eyes met in a knowing look. One that showed how much they had gone through together and continued to go through on a daily basis. But in that look was one of pure love. They were soulmates. They'd loved each other before the disease had taken control of Jinki, and Kibum had stuck by him even when things couldn't possibly get any worse. Now here they were, still together, and as their lips touched sweetly, they shared everything that was truely special to them, their tongues tangling in a promise never to let each other go. After several long moments, of kissing, of touching, of being in each other's embrace, they pulled apart.
"I love you," Kibum stated simply, looking cute as ever with his cheeks slightly tinged pink and his hair rustled up. Jinki beamed at him brightly, "I love you so much, baby," he replied, pecking his lover's lips one more time before standing up, lifting Kibum along with him and sitting him down at the kitchen table, taking his seat as well and saying, "Now let's eat! I don't wanna miss out on this perfect meal!"
And the meal was perfect. Made specially with Kibum's culinary skills, which he had been practicing and going to school for. Not only the meal was perfect, but everything else was. Not perfect in that nothing ever went wrong in their lives. Of course they argued from time to time like everyone else; Jinki always messing up how much detergent to put in the laundry, Kibum nagging about Jinki's fashion sense way too much, but it was perfect for them. And that was all they needed.