juliet, unexpected.
Fandom: SHINee.
Words: 331.
Rating: PG-13.
Pairings: JongKey.
I wrote this about two months ago for a 15-minute challenge at kpopficwangst. at the time, I wanted to write more, but I'm not sure I remember the plot XD anyway, I like what I had written.
Jonghyun is an asshole. He really is. He is insensitive and flighty and indecisive and selfish and scared to death of commitment a little bit of a slut on bad days.
He knows all of this, and the man he spent his weekend with knows none of it (as far as he knows), which is why he is so very confused about being the one who woke up in love this morning, while the other half of his bed is empty. There isn’t even a note. He’s sure, because he’s checked every inch of his apartment two or three times.
It crosses his mind that the entire thing might have been some amazing dream, but when he tilts his head he can see footprints in the plush carpet, marking out the places where they danced. His cheeks flush and his palms grow sweaty as he sees the glass on the counter, still lying on its side from when Kibum knocked it over.
Before lunchtime, he checks his voice mail eighteen times and his thumb gets sore from flipping his phone open.
Of course Kibum would slip through his fingers.
Jonghyun collapses on the floor melodramatically as he hears the door slam below him.
“Kibum?”
He runs to the stairs where Minho stares up at him with wide, confused eyes. “Jjong?”
“You’re not Kibum.”
“No,” Minho answers slowly, attempting to make his way up the stairs with arms full of grocery bags. “Is Kibum the guy from the coffee shop?”
Jonghyun nods, his eyes glazed and wistful. “He’s my soulmate.”
“Of course he is, hyung.” Minho pats the blond’s shoulder somewhat sympathetically. “Just like Taemin was last week and Jessica the week before.”
“This is different,” Jonghyun protests.
Minho sighs and puts a cereal box in the cupboard.
Jonghyun is determined to prove it, if he can tear his eyes away from the wilting bouquet of flowers that seem like a distant memory.
Words: 331.
Rating: PG-13.
Pairings: JongKey.
I wrote this about two months ago for a 15-minute challenge at kpopficwangst. at the time, I wanted to write more, but I'm not sure I remember the plot XD anyway, I like what I had written.
Jonghyun is an asshole. He really is. He is insensitive and flighty and indecisive and selfish and scared to death of commitment a little bit of a slut on bad days.
He knows all of this, and the man he spent his weekend with knows none of it (as far as he knows), which is why he is so very confused about being the one who woke up in love this morning, while the other half of his bed is empty. There isn’t even a note. He’s sure, because he’s checked every inch of his apartment two or three times.
It crosses his mind that the entire thing might have been some amazing dream, but when he tilts his head he can see footprints in the plush carpet, marking out the places where they danced. His cheeks flush and his palms grow sweaty as he sees the glass on the counter, still lying on its side from when Kibum knocked it over.
Before lunchtime, he checks his voice mail eighteen times and his thumb gets sore from flipping his phone open.
Of course Kibum would slip through his fingers.
Jonghyun collapses on the floor melodramatically as he hears the door slam below him.
“Kibum?”
He runs to the stairs where Minho stares up at him with wide, confused eyes. “Jjong?”
“You’re not Kibum.”
“No,” Minho answers slowly, attempting to make his way up the stairs with arms full of grocery bags. “Is Kibum the guy from the coffee shop?”
Jonghyun nods, his eyes glazed and wistful. “He’s my soulmate.”
“Of course he is, hyung.” Minho pats the blond’s shoulder somewhat sympathetically. “Just like Taemin was last week and Jessica the week before.”
“This is different,” Jonghyun protests.
Minho sighs and puts a cereal box in the cupboard.
Jonghyun is determined to prove it, if he can tear his eyes away from the wilting bouquet of flowers that seem like a distant memory.