The Mirror's Reflection (2/10)
Title: The Mirror's Reflection
Rating: NC-15
Pairing/Characters: Jongkey, SHINee
Genre: fictional, HS, AU
Chapter Word Count: 2,911
Summary: Kibum, a junior in high school, hadn't known just because he irrationally feared his enemy, he had lost a part of himself that everyone else could see. He always thought people were staring at him in awe or jealousy. But Kibum finding the truth makes him realize it's definitely not the way he thought it was. That's where Jonghyun came in. Jonghyun, the senior and partner in his English class, turned out to be more than just a seat partner, but more like a best friend at first. And it turned out Jonghyun was the one. The one who could see the mirror's reflection, unlike Kibum.
Chapter 2: Unfamiliar With This
"Himchan Hyung, is the guy I just . . . okay?"
"Zelo, just drop it, bud."
The boy watched as Kibum went on. Disbelief crossed his face at the answer he received. No way was this guy alright, and he very well knew everyone else knew what he was talking about while Kibum was misled.
Kibum didn’t acknowledge anyone in the classroom and just sat in his seat. It was going to be another useless day in English, and he really could do without it. He opened his financial book and started last-minute studying for his next class to pass the time.
The desk suddenly moved as Jonghyun’s books met the table. Kibum looked up to see Jonghyun not looking at him, instead, messing with his guitar case, finding a way to set it down.
“What’s that?” Kibum asked (feeling remotely stupid), even though he already knew.
Jonghyun smiled and shrugged, “My guitar.”
"You play?"
Jonghyun chuckled and sat down, slowly putting the case down, “Yes, Kibum-ssi, I play.”
Kibum mumbled something unintelligent as an insult under his breath as Jonghyun only chuckled.
“What was that?”
Head shaking, he replied, “Nothing.”
Jonghyun shrugged with a smile, opening up his book.
Kibum felt interested and ended up staring at Jonghyun. He was actually a very handsome man. His skin was clear and a perfect, dark color. His appearance, even for short person who was electrocuted, was seemingly attracting. They way his puppy eyes drooped as he traveled down his page, mouthing all the words, making very odd yet musical noises here and there.
He ended up ignoring the entire class period and watched Jonghyun look at his musical book. Kibum's nails began tapping on the table as his engrossment grew. The louder the sound, the more into Jonghyun he got. Before it got loud enough, Kibum had to put his hands on his lap, tapping nonetheless.
Jonghyun barely even looked up to make sure the teacher wasn't suspicious and Kibum did it for him. Gladly, it was bookwork day and she barely spoke.
Class went on silently and Kibum noticed not a page was turned from Jonghyun's book. He furrowed his brows, trying to figure out what he must've been reading (he didn't look like a slow reader). Kibum's head tried to go unnoticed as he moved around to get a curious glance, but he remained unsuccessful.
"Two minutes before class is over. Everyone put away your books," the teacher announced without looking from her English book.
Immediately, the class erupted into socialization as they set their books away and sat near their peers.
Jonghyun didn't move; didn't turn the page. And Kibum finally had enough curiosity to kill the cat.
"What are you reading?" Kibum asked, brows raised.
Jonghyun looked up and smiled sheepishly and tried going unnoticed as he bit his lip, "Just this vocal book."
"Jonghyun-ssi, you haven't turned the page all period," Kibum leaned in.
Jonghyun stared surprised and backed his book away from Kibum nervously, "I'm a slow-wait!"
Kibum turned the book towards him and the truth was revealed. A long 'To-Do~' sticky note was stuck to the page Jonghyun read. Without looking specifically at it, he could see the lines were filled with lyric instead of to-do's. Kibum looked away and shoved the book back at him. He wasn't rude enough to read it. It could've been something incredibly personal and Jonghyun most definitely didn't want it read yet.
"Sorry. I didn't look at it, either," he mumbled before the bell rang. He grabbed his things and began to make a run for it before something could stop him. But as he passed the senior, a hand grabbed his wrist.
"Wait a sec," he said, turning the jumpy younger around, "Were you paying attention to me the entire period?" He flashed a white and toothy smile.
"I-uh, no. I just . . . Well . . . Jonghyun-ssi, I have class-"
"C-Come listen."
Kibum stopped his foreign blabbering and stared at him confused, "Wait-what?"
Jonghyun let go of his wrist and scratched his head in hesitance, looking down; away from Kibum's face, "I-I don't eat lunch in the cafeteria . . . It's disgusting in there," he softly chuckled, "I'm on the bleachers with my baby," he nervously shrugged and pointed at the guitar, "You . . . could come listen sometime."
When Jonghyun looked back up, Kibum's face was full of amusement. A person stuttering in his presence? Usual. A senio asking him thi an stuttering? The first.
"Jonghyun-ssi," Kibum smiled as he slowly retreated to the door, "This is only the first week you've known me and you're already asking me to . . ." Kibum breathed his laugh as the older's face looked turned down, "Jonghyun-ssi, you have a fast pace and I like that. I won't mind . . . today?"
Was the Almighty Kim Kibum getting . . . nervous? Was he trailing off in . . . nerves?
No, no, no! This wasn't Kim Kibum! This . . . had to be some sprit taking over his body! He was fearless and never nervous around other people-even his elders!
Oh god.
He's smiling. The senior's smiling; dear god this isn’t fair!
Jonghyun's face brightened and Kibum swore he saw puppy ears perk and a puppy tail wag.
"You know what pup-Jong-you-Bah!" his back hit the wall next to the door.
"Puppy?" Jonghyun raised an eyebrow, cocking his head.
"I'm gonna c-call you puppy from now on. I swear . . . I have to . . . Lunch, puppy-boy. Lunch," he laughed at himself and scurried out the door, hoping he wasn't going to be late.
"Oh, God, please don't let me fail this test!" he quietly screeched as he realized financial study was his next class.
October is a bitch.
It was fall and it wa still s hot as Summer's core melting metal. Kibum left his things in his locker and was already behind the school, eyes set on the track bleachers.
God, it was sweltering, and by the time Kibum was half way there, he was already wiping sweat off of his forehead.
The grass was still green and there wasn't any breeze to breathe in. Damn, global warming must really be taking a toll on Korea.
He could literally feel his uniform wet under his arms and it drove him mad. He looked really good today and the weather worked to kill it. He could even feel his hair curling after all the careful straightening he guessed he did well of. The weather was just awful! It's fall! Be fall! Come back next year!
He thought it could've been better if he spent lunch in the art room. Most likely he would've done a good amount of getting through his watercolor project. But no, he came outside to sit in the sinful heat, listen to something he most likely wasn't fond of.
. . . And stare at a really cute guy . . .
Ah, Kibum! Stop it!
By the time he reached the track, he could hear fingers delicately work on a multi-voiced singer. The voice was fast in tempo and upbeat-something all fiesta-like.
Kibum looked up at the bleachers to see a man and his chestnut instrument in front of the announcer's room-where the only shade was. Quietly, he tapped his feet up the stairs and watched the man's head roam around with closed eyes and his mouth silently speaking as the singer kept playing.
When his fingers reached the highest of her neck and tickled her, she gave out shrill laughs and it sounded so cheery to Kibum, he could've died on spot.
With final, energetic, strokes of the guitar, the song had ended, and Jonghyun's eyes had finally opened. When he saw Kibum was carefully walking up the stairs, he chuckled and jerked his head right, signaling the younger to hurry up.
Kibum's cheeks flushed (although, he bet no one could tell, he already knew the sun gave him sunburn) as he still made his slow entrance; his mind racing on what to say or what to do when he came next to Jonghyun.
Just . . . Sit!
Kibum nonchalantly crossed his legs as if the friction between his skin and his pant didn't urt. Man, how he wished October was freezing to the bone, right now . . .
"It's hot, I know," Jonghyun panted between taking gulps of his water, "I would've told you to meet somewhere else but I didn't know where to find you and here we are now. Here," he handed Kibum a second cold bottle, "Don't die."
Kibum scoffed as he popped open the cap and took a brief swig to cool.
But looking at Jonghyun made everything . . . warmer.
"So," the puppy's eyes became larger as they roamed the guitar, "How about jus one ong so we can leave and not burn to ash, hm?"
Kibum almost choked on his water to chuckle before he managed to swallow without looking like he was going to drown. He raised his eyebrows and nodded, putting the water down, "Alright, pup. Let me hear it."
Jonghyun smiled as he tuned his guitar to the way he liked it.
Kibum watched as Jonghyun proceeded to close his eyes and stroke the guitar's neck before starting.
The song began . . .
Kibum gaped.
Even though it seemed the tune was slightly easy, he made the original sound so amateur. He knew the song was originally done on piano. But to transfer it to guitar?
Beautiful.
He was beautiful. In and out.
He started rocking front to back as his head began to bury by his guitar’s neck. He was really feeling his music and his fingers proved he wouldn't stop; not even for the audience.
The pace grew just a little as he became louder, and Kibum observed his face had been most intense. His brows furrowed and his eyes squeezed, rocking now incredibly noticeable
Kibum noticed he had started rocking with Jonghyun, staring at him without a single blink, his ears being raided with beauty that he could only hear for now.
The song wasn't just a cover of the pianist's story, but Jonghyun had turned it into his own little book. He took the melody and turned it into something that life itself couldn't manage to do, and that's pretty big. The way his fingers moved had Kibum on swaying, just thinking. What if those hands embraced him? What if they touched him instead?
Kibum patted on his cheeks and stared all over, wondering if he was ever going to feel normal again. When he heard Jonghyun finally breathe out and his strumming starting to decrease, Kibum knew it was almost over, and he needed to look presentable.
It was difficult to clasp his hands together, so he just let them clutch on to his pants as he leaned back, eyes still wide. He couldn't do it. He couldn't look normal.
Can a week really do this to you?
Jonghyun opened his eyes and shyly gave him a lip smile, head slowly lifting, eyes worried.
"How was it-?"
"Amazing."
Kibum couldn't hold it back. Amazing wasn't even the right word-it was the weakest word to describe Jonghyun's . . . perfection
"Really?"
Kibum licked his lips and looked down with big eyes, hoping the older wouldn't see through his nerves, "I've never really heard anyone play in front of me before, but I have heard acoustics. You . . . You really have so much emotion in your music, Jonghyun-ssi."
When he looked up, Jonghyun was staring at Kibum with the biggest smile to give. Oh, how he felt like he was ready to melt of affection instead of heat right there. His puppy eyes filled with the joy a kid would have on Christmas morning and he could see his fingers itching to reach forward, probably for a thankful hug. But instead, Jonghyun packed up his guitar and stood, a hand reached out for Kibum's wrist and pulling him up.
When he was lifted up, he was ready to just move from him and leave because the heat was starting to upset him, but he couldn't move. He became paralyzed as the guitar was set down and two arms held him in place.
Jonghyun . . . Is hugging me.
nbsp;"Thank you, Kibum-ssi," Jonghyun said next to his ear, "You're the first person I played for, to be honest. I thought I was no good, really."
Kibum chuckled and hesitantly hugged the older, "You're welcome. Why was I the first?" When you've known me for a week.
"... I just thought you should."
Kibum could feel heat growing on his cheeks and it wasn't sunburn.
Oh my god. Seriously.
I have a crush on a puppy-dog-eyed-short-muscley-senior-wrapped-in-cuteness-named-Kim-Jonghyun.
It was months later and winter entered normally, rather than the late fall. Kibum found that over the months, it was easy to get close to Jonghyun and start feeling extreme ease behind the anxiety of crushing while looking at the puppy. Jonghyun had been in Kibum's mind and eyes every single day that all he could breathe was him (His musky-manly scent with a hint of some kind of citrus).
(His tiny yet bulky figure Kibum could crush himself to . . .
His hair to unconsciously run his hands through . . .
Smooth skin . . .)
Everyday was felicity when Jonghyun responded back. He always replied with a touch. A touch of Kibum's arms, rarely at his thigh, his neck, a poke in the face, and even held hi hand. He treated Kibum like a king and himself as the puppy servant who followed him around obediently.
Kibum understood once the puppy claimed to have a predilection to skin ship too much than an average person would. And Kibum had no problem with it. But he always wondered if Jonghyun was trying to get him to combust his confession and whatnot (which he most certainly will not do!). All this skin ship and Jonghyun had to know it drove him mad!
They've known each other for four months now, and Kibum didn't think the puppy developed strong feelings for him as he had. Or he just really couldn't tell. Then again, Jonghyun wasn't a secretive person and was a bad liar.
But he did remain hopeful.
He'd never seen someone so touchy-feely (even as the 'King of Skin ship') unless there was a strong attachment to one another.
And so, Jonghyun had often been over to Kibum's home. They'd spend hours doing nothing or everything. It all depended on the mood they created. Most the time, Kibum begged Jonghyun to bring the guitar and sing to him. Of course, he politely granted his wish, but on one condition.
Kibum sings too.
Now, Kibum did object to it, but it was the only way to hear Jonghyun's singing voice and, well, Kibum had to give in. When he 'showed off' his 'awful' singing and saw Jonghyun's eyes popping out of his skull, he thought it was terrible. Terrible until Jonghyun clapped to the point his hands were reddened and repeated 'You sound so . . good!'
Kibum really didn't care for his own voice, but goodness, was he glad he did it.
Hearing Jonghyun-period-was like finding honey that no bee could put their tiny little bodies on to harvest-not even the queen could touch it. It was like he was born as an angel and Kibum found him. An angel with the voice of God-Maybe he was God reincarnated
. . . Falling in love with a God like this?
Kibum, you’re so ridiculous . . .
He was just so perfect. From the top of his messy black hair to his feet that so badly needed insoles.
Kibum met each of his friends-deciding he liked Onew the most. He was the eldest; the one coming up with all of Jonghyun's names and such big heart for his boyfriend (who, may he add, looks like an alien). Even though they were all seniors, he felt at comfort with them all.
Kibum didn't have any friends whatsoever and he told Jonghyun that. He told him about how his only friend was when he was in fifth grade. The kid was younger and held the name Taemin. Unfortunately, he lost Taemin due to him moving away to America and all ties to communicate were cut.
And Kibum's mother liked Jonghyun very much. Whenever he stayed over, Kibum seemed so much happier that life itself was dreary without Jonghyun when comparing. He was bouncing off walls, laughing, smiling, occasionally blushing; just all around vivacious.
She found most joy when Jonghyun started eating over. Every time he stayed for dinner, Kibum was unconsciously eating a whole plate as well. He didn't even know it! Even though his appearance showed no copious change, it didn't change the fact Kibum was finally in-taking calories.
She believed Jonghyun was the special someone that could save her boy. Truly. Kibum eve confessed o his mother about his fancy of this puppy and she couldn't contain herself. She was finally going to get her baby help he couldn't refuse.
With the help of Jonghyun, Kibum was going to get better.
---Note~---
AYO.
...
Nope, never doing that kind of hello again.
But hi. c:
So, things are getting started! Excited?
I'm really afraid if anyone would like it the way I've written it; it sort of has the same writing style as Only One (GO READ THAT IF YOU'RE BORED, YEAH?).
After this chapter, the time of events come into play. So that basically means in each chapter, there will be different months in which events are happening. Confused yet? Once you see it, you'll get it, I promise. It's really obvious.
So. Kibum is kind of ruining his independent shell, am I right?
Oh dear god, this is already getting incredibly cliche, like a lot of things I write, but I just like it so much. Is that a problem? ;A;
Of course Jonghyun has to be musically inclined in everything I write or it wouldn't feel right. Can't blame me, right?
Now looking at this, the POV of the story is kind of messy. I hope I can clean it up as I edit it all.
LJ is doing weird stuff. I should stop copy and pasting to put this on here; words get cut off and it keeps turning Kibum into Kibu. Odd?
Maybe, if I'm feeling really antsy and happy enough, I'll decide to upload the next chapter tomorrow. That's where everything lifts off. How about it? c:
And this very same time, I just finished the last episode of Missing You. CRIED TEARS. SO MANY TEARS. NOT ENOUGH PDA EITHER, COME ON. Yoochun has me crying good. >.<
So... Might see everyone tomorrow? Good. I'll post this to the Jongkey community tomorrow along with the new chapter instead of doing them separate. c:
If you have anything more to say, go ahead over to my tumblr.
Now I'll stop being incredibly mushy.
BYE!
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Rating: NC-15
Pairing/Characters: Jongkey, SHINee
Genre: fictional, HS, AU
Chapter Word Count: 2,911
Summary: Kibum, a junior in high school, hadn't known just because he irrationally feared his enemy, he had lost a part of himself that everyone else could see. He always thought people were staring at him in awe or jealousy. But Kibum finding the truth makes him realize it's definitely not the way he thought it was. That's where Jonghyun came in. Jonghyun, the senior and partner in his English class, turned out to be more than just a seat partner, but more like a best friend at first. And it turned out Jonghyun was the one. The one who could see the mirror's reflection, unlike Kibum.
Chapter 2: Unfamiliar With This
"Himchan Hyung, is the guy I just . . . okay?"
"Zelo, just drop it, bud."
The boy watched as Kibum went on. Disbelief crossed his face at the answer he received. No way was this guy alright, and he very well knew everyone else knew what he was talking about while Kibum was misled.
Kibum didn’t acknowledge anyone in the classroom and just sat in his seat. It was going to be another useless day in English, and he really could do without it. He opened his financial book and started last-minute studying for his next class to pass the time.
The desk suddenly moved as Jonghyun’s books met the table. Kibum looked up to see Jonghyun not looking at him, instead, messing with his guitar case, finding a way to set it down.
“What’s that?” Kibum asked (feeling remotely stupid), even though he already knew.
Jonghyun smiled and shrugged, “My guitar.”
"You play?"
Jonghyun chuckled and sat down, slowly putting the case down, “Yes, Kibum-ssi, I play.”
Kibum mumbled something unintelligent as an insult under his breath as Jonghyun only chuckled.
“What was that?”
Head shaking, he replied, “Nothing.”
Jonghyun shrugged with a smile, opening up his book.
Kibum felt interested and ended up staring at Jonghyun. He was actually a very handsome man. His skin was clear and a perfect, dark color. His appearance, even for short person who was electrocuted, was seemingly attracting. They way his puppy eyes drooped as he traveled down his page, mouthing all the words, making very odd yet musical noises here and there.
He ended up ignoring the entire class period and watched Jonghyun look at his musical book. Kibum's nails began tapping on the table as his engrossment grew. The louder the sound, the more into Jonghyun he got. Before it got loud enough, Kibum had to put his hands on his lap, tapping nonetheless.
Jonghyun barely even looked up to make sure the teacher wasn't suspicious and Kibum did it for him. Gladly, it was bookwork day and she barely spoke.
Class went on silently and Kibum noticed not a page was turned from Jonghyun's book. He furrowed his brows, trying to figure out what he must've been reading (he didn't look like a slow reader). Kibum's head tried to go unnoticed as he moved around to get a curious glance, but he remained unsuccessful.
"Two minutes before class is over. Everyone put away your books," the teacher announced without looking from her English book.
Immediately, the class erupted into socialization as they set their books away and sat near their peers.
Jonghyun didn't move; didn't turn the page. And Kibum finally had enough curiosity to kill the cat.
"What are you reading?" Kibum asked, brows raised.
Jonghyun looked up and smiled sheepishly and tried going unnoticed as he bit his lip, "Just this vocal book."
"Jonghyun-ssi, you haven't turned the page all period," Kibum leaned in.
Jonghyun stared surprised and backed his book away from Kibum nervously, "I'm a slow-wait!"
Kibum turned the book towards him and the truth was revealed. A long 'To-Do~' sticky note was stuck to the page Jonghyun read. Without looking specifically at it, he could see the lines were filled with lyric instead of to-do's. Kibum looked away and shoved the book back at him. He wasn't rude enough to read it. It could've been something incredibly personal and Jonghyun most definitely didn't want it read yet.
"Sorry. I didn't look at it, either," he mumbled before the bell rang. He grabbed his things and began to make a run for it before something could stop him. But as he passed the senior, a hand grabbed his wrist.
"Wait a sec," he said, turning the jumpy younger around, "Were you paying attention to me the entire period?" He flashed a white and toothy smile.
"I-uh, no. I just . . . Well . . . Jonghyun-ssi, I have class-"
"C-Come listen."
Kibum stopped his foreign blabbering and stared at him confused, "Wait-what?"
Jonghyun let go of his wrist and scratched his head in hesitance, looking down; away from Kibum's face, "I-I don't eat lunch in the cafeteria . . . It's disgusting in there," he softly chuckled, "I'm on the bleachers with my baby," he nervously shrugged and pointed at the guitar, "You . . . could come listen sometime."
When Jonghyun looked back up, Kibum's face was full of amusement. A person stuttering in his presence? Usual. A senio asking him thi an stuttering? The first.
"Jonghyun-ssi," Kibum smiled as he slowly retreated to the door, "This is only the first week you've known me and you're already asking me to . . ." Kibum breathed his laugh as the older's face looked turned down, "Jonghyun-ssi, you have a fast pace and I like that. I won't mind . . . today?"
Was the Almighty Kim Kibum getting . . . nervous? Was he trailing off in . . . nerves?
No, no, no! This wasn't Kim Kibum! This . . . had to be some sprit taking over his body! He was fearless and never nervous around other people-even his elders!
Oh god.
He's smiling. The senior's smiling; dear god this isn’t fair!
Jonghyun's face brightened and Kibum swore he saw puppy ears perk and a puppy tail wag.
"You know what pup-Jong-you-Bah!" his back hit the wall next to the door.
"Puppy?" Jonghyun raised an eyebrow, cocking his head.
"I'm gonna c-call you puppy from now on. I swear . . . I have to . . . Lunch, puppy-boy. Lunch," he laughed at himself and scurried out the door, hoping he wasn't going to be late.
"Oh, God, please don't let me fail this test!" he quietly screeched as he realized financial study was his next class.
October is a bitch.
It was fall and it wa still s hot as Summer's core melting metal. Kibum left his things in his locker and was already behind the school, eyes set on the track bleachers.
God, it was sweltering, and by the time Kibum was half way there, he was already wiping sweat off of his forehead.
The grass was still green and there wasn't any breeze to breathe in. Damn, global warming must really be taking a toll on Korea.
He could literally feel his uniform wet under his arms and it drove him mad. He looked really good today and the weather worked to kill it. He could even feel his hair curling after all the careful straightening he guessed he did well of. The weather was just awful! It's fall! Be fall! Come back next year!
He thought it could've been better if he spent lunch in the art room. Most likely he would've done a good amount of getting through his watercolor project. But no, he came outside to sit in the sinful heat, listen to something he most likely wasn't fond of.
. . . And stare at a really cute guy . . .
Ah, Kibum! Stop it!
By the time he reached the track, he could hear fingers delicately work on a multi-voiced singer. The voice was fast in tempo and upbeat-something all fiesta-like.
Kibum looked up at the bleachers to see a man and his chestnut instrument in front of the announcer's room-where the only shade was. Quietly, he tapped his feet up the stairs and watched the man's head roam around with closed eyes and his mouth silently speaking as the singer kept playing.
When his fingers reached the highest of her neck and tickled her, she gave out shrill laughs and it sounded so cheery to Kibum, he could've died on spot.
With final, energetic, strokes of the guitar, the song had ended, and Jonghyun's eyes had finally opened. When he saw Kibum was carefully walking up the stairs, he chuckled and jerked his head right, signaling the younger to hurry up.
Kibum's cheeks flushed (although, he bet no one could tell, he already knew the sun gave him sunburn) as he still made his slow entrance; his mind racing on what to say or what to do when he came next to Jonghyun.
Just . . . Sit!
Kibum nonchalantly crossed his legs as if the friction between his skin and his pant didn't urt. Man, how he wished October was freezing to the bone, right now . . .
"It's hot, I know," Jonghyun panted between taking gulps of his water, "I would've told you to meet somewhere else but I didn't know where to find you and here we are now. Here," he handed Kibum a second cold bottle, "Don't die."
Kibum scoffed as he popped open the cap and took a brief swig to cool.
But looking at Jonghyun made everything . . . warmer.
"So," the puppy's eyes became larger as they roamed the guitar, "How about jus one ong so we can leave and not burn to ash, hm?"
Kibum almost choked on his water to chuckle before he managed to swallow without looking like he was going to drown. He raised his eyebrows and nodded, putting the water down, "Alright, pup. Let me hear it."
Jonghyun smiled as he tuned his guitar to the way he liked it.
Kibum watched as Jonghyun proceeded to close his eyes and stroke the guitar's neck before starting.
The song began . . .
Kibum gaped.
Even though it seemed the tune was slightly easy, he made the original sound so amateur. He knew the song was originally done on piano. But to transfer it to guitar?
Beautiful.
He was beautiful. In and out.
He started rocking front to back as his head began to bury by his guitar’s neck. He was really feeling his music and his fingers proved he wouldn't stop; not even for the audience.
The pace grew just a little as he became louder, and Kibum observed his face had been most intense. His brows furrowed and his eyes squeezed, rocking now incredibly noticeable
Kibum noticed he had started rocking with Jonghyun, staring at him without a single blink, his ears being raided with beauty that he could only hear for now.
The song wasn't just a cover of the pianist's story, but Jonghyun had turned it into his own little book. He took the melody and turned it into something that life itself couldn't manage to do, and that's pretty big. The way his fingers moved had Kibum on swaying, just thinking. What if those hands embraced him? What if they touched him instead?
Kibum patted on his cheeks and stared all over, wondering if he was ever going to feel normal again. When he heard Jonghyun finally breathe out and his strumming starting to decrease, Kibum knew it was almost over, and he needed to look presentable.
It was difficult to clasp his hands together, so he just let them clutch on to his pants as he leaned back, eyes still wide. He couldn't do it. He couldn't look normal.
Can a week really do this to you?
Jonghyun opened his eyes and shyly gave him a lip smile, head slowly lifting, eyes worried.
"How was it-?"
"Amazing."
Kibum couldn't hold it back. Amazing wasn't even the right word-it was the weakest word to describe Jonghyun's . . . perfection
"Really?"
Kibum licked his lips and looked down with big eyes, hoping the older wouldn't see through his nerves, "I've never really heard anyone play in front of me before, but I have heard acoustics. You . . . You really have so much emotion in your music, Jonghyun-ssi."
When he looked up, Jonghyun was staring at Kibum with the biggest smile to give. Oh, how he felt like he was ready to melt of affection instead of heat right there. His puppy eyes filled with the joy a kid would have on Christmas morning and he could see his fingers itching to reach forward, probably for a thankful hug. But instead, Jonghyun packed up his guitar and stood, a hand reached out for Kibum's wrist and pulling him up.
When he was lifted up, he was ready to just move from him and leave because the heat was starting to upset him, but he couldn't move. He became paralyzed as the guitar was set down and two arms held him in place.
Jonghyun . . . Is hugging me.
nbsp;"Thank you, Kibum-ssi," Jonghyun said next to his ear, "You're the first person I played for, to be honest. I thought I was no good, really."
Kibum chuckled and hesitantly hugged the older, "You're welcome. Why was I the first?" When you've known me for a week.
"... I just thought you should."
Kibum could feel heat growing on his cheeks and it wasn't sunburn.
Oh my god. Seriously.
I have a crush on a puppy-dog-eyed-short-muscley-senior-wrapped-in-cuteness-named-Kim-Jonghyun.
It was months later and winter entered normally, rather than the late fall. Kibum found that over the months, it was easy to get close to Jonghyun and start feeling extreme ease behind the anxiety of crushing while looking at the puppy. Jonghyun had been in Kibum's mind and eyes every single day that all he could breathe was him (His musky-manly scent with a hint of some kind of citrus).
(His tiny yet bulky figure Kibum could crush himself to . . .
His hair to unconsciously run his hands through . . .
Smooth skin . . .)
Everyday was felicity when Jonghyun responded back. He always replied with a touch. A touch of Kibum's arms, rarely at his thigh, his neck, a poke in the face, and even held hi hand. He treated Kibum like a king and himself as the puppy servant who followed him around obediently.
Kibum understood once the puppy claimed to have a predilection to skin ship too much than an average person would. And Kibum had no problem with it. But he always wondered if Jonghyun was trying to get him to combust his confession and whatnot (which he most certainly will not do!). All this skin ship and Jonghyun had to know it drove him mad!
They've known each other for four months now, and Kibum didn't think the puppy developed strong feelings for him as he had. Or he just really couldn't tell. Then again, Jonghyun wasn't a secretive person and was a bad liar.
But he did remain hopeful.
He'd never seen someone so touchy-feely (even as the 'King of Skin ship') unless there was a strong attachment to one another.
And so, Jonghyun had often been over to Kibum's home. They'd spend hours doing nothing or everything. It all depended on the mood they created. Most the time, Kibum begged Jonghyun to bring the guitar and sing to him. Of course, he politely granted his wish, but on one condition.
Kibum sings too.
Now, Kibum did object to it, but it was the only way to hear Jonghyun's singing voice and, well, Kibum had to give in. When he 'showed off' his 'awful' singing and saw Jonghyun's eyes popping out of his skull, he thought it was terrible. Terrible until Jonghyun clapped to the point his hands were reddened and repeated 'You sound so . . good!'
Kibum really didn't care for his own voice, but goodness, was he glad he did it.
Hearing Jonghyun-period-was like finding honey that no bee could put their tiny little bodies on to harvest-not even the queen could touch it. It was like he was born as an angel and Kibum found him. An angel with the voice of God-Maybe he was God reincarnated
. . . Falling in love with a God like this?
Kibum, you’re so ridiculous . . .
He was just so perfect. From the top of his messy black hair to his feet that so badly needed insoles.
Kibum met each of his friends-deciding he liked Onew the most. He was the eldest; the one coming up with all of Jonghyun's names and such big heart for his boyfriend (who, may he add, looks like an alien). Even though they were all seniors, he felt at comfort with them all.
Kibum didn't have any friends whatsoever and he told Jonghyun that. He told him about how his only friend was when he was in fifth grade. The kid was younger and held the name Taemin. Unfortunately, he lost Taemin due to him moving away to America and all ties to communicate were cut.
And Kibum's mother liked Jonghyun very much. Whenever he stayed over, Kibum seemed so much happier that life itself was dreary without Jonghyun when comparing. He was bouncing off walls, laughing, smiling, occasionally blushing; just all around vivacious.
She found most joy when Jonghyun started eating over. Every time he stayed for dinner, Kibum was unconsciously eating a whole plate as well. He didn't even know it! Even though his appearance showed no copious change, it didn't change the fact Kibum was finally in-taking calories.
She believed Jonghyun was the special someone that could save her boy. Truly. Kibum eve confessed o his mother about his fancy of this puppy and she couldn't contain herself. She was finally going to get her baby help he couldn't refuse.
With the help of Jonghyun, Kibum was going to get better.
---Note~---
AYO.
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Nope, never doing that kind of hello again.
But hi. c:
So, things are getting started! Excited?
I'm really afraid if anyone would like it the way I've written it; it sort of has the same writing style as Only One (GO READ THAT IF YOU'RE BORED, YEAH?).
After this chapter, the time of events come into play. So that basically means in each chapter, there will be different months in which events are happening. Confused yet? Once you see it, you'll get it, I promise. It's really obvious.
So. Kibum is kind of ruining his independent shell, am I right?
Oh dear god, this is already getting incredibly cliche, like a lot of things I write, but I just like it so much. Is that a problem? ;A;
Of course Jonghyun has to be musically inclined in everything I write or it wouldn't feel right. Can't blame me, right?
Now looking at this, the POV of the story is kind of messy. I hope I can clean it up as I edit it all.
LJ is doing weird stuff. I should stop copy and pasting to put this on here; words get cut off and it keeps turning Kibum into Kibu. Odd?
Maybe, if I'm feeling really antsy and happy enough, I'll decide to upload the next chapter tomorrow. That's where everything lifts off. How about it? c:
And this very same time, I just finished the last episode of Missing You. CRIED TEARS. SO MANY TEARS. NOT ENOUGH PDA EITHER, COME ON. Yoochun has me crying good. >.<
So... Might see everyone tomorrow? Good. I'll post this to the Jongkey community tomorrow along with the new chapter instead of doing them separate. c:
If you have anything more to say, go ahead over to my tumblr.
Now I'll stop being incredibly mushy.
BYE!
~FlaMinhoe/Piplupz
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