The Mirror's Reflection (4/10)
Title: The Mirror's Reflection
Rating: NC-15
Pairing/Characters: Jongkey, SHINee
Genre: fictional, HS, AU
Chapter Word Count: 2,225
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 Four: Freak
April
It’d been two months of becoming official and it’d been the best two months of Kibum’s life. Not only did he have to stop just crushing on Jonghyun, but he could finally do almost everything he wanted with him. Jonghyun would always make time for him no matter what the situation may be. Whether is be a gig, dinner party, or an after school session; it didn’t matter. Of course Kibum felt he was burdening him with taking him away from his social life, but Jonghyun said he’d make it work. And that statement was good enough for Kibum . . . after two weeks of arguing about it.
And so, during those two months, they even started establishing each other’s habits that they remark as be ‘cute’.
Jonghyun would lick his lips whenever he read the word ‘hold’ (Which Kibum said was seriously odd).
Kibum would wiggle his fingers while stretching after napping on Jonghyun’s shoulder.
In the gym (far from the mirrors), Jonghyun would always bite his lips when Kibum finally blinked as he watched him work out (Because, apparently, when Kibum realizes he’s been staring, a blush turned into a red face and makes Jonghyun’s heart shamelessly pour out and flood the center).
Kibum’s eyes would water when they’d watch a drama together and someone would get killed. Immediately as the death began taking place, Kibum would scream, “God, you dumb bitch, you have goddamn legs! It’s called running! You’re making me cry because you’re such a dumbfuck!”
Jonghyun would always flinch when Kibum cursed.
Kibum would apologize five million times when he’d curse and promise to stop.
(It was funny how they never noticed before.)
And today was one of those days where Kibum was mercilessly being dragged out of his house by what seemed like an overly excited Jonghyun.
“Kibum, let’s go!” Jonghyun smiled as he pulled him out of the house.
Jonghyun must’ve been having one of those ‘I’m-in-such-a-fantastic-mood-that-I’ll-take-my-Bummie-out-somewhere-unexpected’ moods.
“Jjong,” Kibum laughed as his arm was almost pulled off when they entered outside, “Where are we going? I’m wearing shorts, come on!”
As they walked down the street, Jonghyun held his hand tightly as if a sudden change in the atmosphere could be felt, “A place you wouldn’t expect, Bummie,” he said mildly. The entire mood completely changed.
“Jjong?”
He looked back at him and smiled, “Don’t worry, Bummie.”
So Kibum chuckled as the puppy regained his excitement and took him through multiple streets that he recognized all the way to a part of town where he had no clue where they were.
Not that he minded; maybe Jonghyun was in the mood for adventure.
Jonghyun kept squeezing his hand as they walked down a specific street. Tall buildings were pressed together and the sidewalk was a little bit dirtier than he’s seen. At the bottom of the buildings were little everyday shops that one would walk into for no reason and just look around.
The place didn’t feel dangerous, but Kibum wasn’t used to it either.
And he noticed how the people among the streets looked at their intertwined hands in disgust. Some hid their kids’ eyes and turned them around. Others would sneer from a distance and occasionally he would hear ‘Dumb gay people’.
Now, he was flamboyant and ready to flash their hands but instead kept it low. He really didn’t take a liking to this place and didn’t know how the public would react.
They were passing a very colorful flower shop and Kibum peered inside as they passed. There were literally thousands of colors and different kinds of flowers that he just wanted to go in and ransack the whole store.
Finally, Jonghyun entered a decent sized building across the street and slowed his pace a little. Kibum was extremely curious now and a little nervous-the place looked a little shady.
He was forced up stairs-millions of them for a while until what could’ve been the hundredth floor.
“You’re not going to rape me, are you?” Kibum chuckled a little, making it seem his question was a joke rather than serious.
Well . . . He had to ask. Jonghyun was a very mannered guy, but still! He trusted him with all his heart, but after all the episodes of dubbed Law and Order the day before, he couldn’t help it. Shows get people paranoid, and that’s why he stopped watching.
Jonghyun stopped at a specific door and whirled around, eyes literally piercing daggers in Kibum’s, “Don’t ever ask that, Kibum. Ever. Never would I.
“But just . . . close your eyes. Y-you’ll be okay.”
Suspicious, Kibum was about to ask what the hell was going on, but just closed his eyes and let Jonghyun pull him into the room, closing the door behind them.
The floor wasn’t a rug, so Kibum thought that this wasn’t a bedroom of a cheap motel.
Kibum felt Jonghyun’s palms get a little sweaty while guiding him to a specific spot. He could hear him panting a little and hear his tongue lick his lips nervously. What was happening?
“J-Jonghyun?”
Jonghyun breathed and turned Kibum to the left a little. His arms enclosed around him tightly and pressed against him, “Don’t hate me, baby,” he murmured into his ear, “I’m doing this because I love you too much-much more than words. Kibum, this is for you.”
“Jonghyun, it really sounds like you’re a maniac who’s about to fu-freaking rape me,” Kibum bit his lip and furrowed his brows, wondering what possibly puppy was doing.
“Bummie, open your eyes.”
At once, Kibum finally opened his eyes, only to shut them as quickly.
He screamed like bloody murder.
The wall. It was a large mirror-
A dance studio.
They were in a dance studio. That’s why the floor was so hard . . .
He started panicking and whining all at once that he was already overwhelming himself.
“K-Kibum, calm down.”
He shook his head frantically, squirming in his arms, “Y-You don’t understand! I-I can’t! Jonghyun, I . . .” He started crying that he couldn’t open his eyes and Jonghyun wouldn’t let him move. Why?
“Bummie, I know already. I know what’s wrong here,” Jonghyun calmly said to him, holding a bit tighter.
Kibum stopped for one second
No way.
No damn way.
Jonghyun knew he had this problem and he had the audacity to put him in front of a mirror-the size of a wall?!
Jonghyun meant to torture him all this time! Oh, how betrayed he felt! Now holding him in this spot with his strong arms just to make him open his eyes again-cruel!
“You . . . YOU ASSHOLE!” he screeched, trying to run from him, but he was too strong.
Oh my god, LET ME GO! Kibum internally screamed as he fidgeted. How could he look at himself? He thought he looked good, why does it have to be proven?! He most likely got rid of the monster and he didn’t want to see the result! That ugly thing-why would he want to look?!
“Bummie-”
“Don’t call me that!”
“Kibum,” he clutched him closely, “You have to look.”
“No.”
“Kibum-”
“No!”
“Listen-”
“GODDAMNIT, JONGHYUN, I SAID NO!” He clawed like a cat in desperation.
Jonghyun’s left arm kept holding him around his arms and his right lightly became the perimeter of his neck, holding him in place, “Stop it, Kibum. Look. Once. That’s it, baby, just once.”
Kibum’s rage slowly-very slowly-died as it turned into complete agony and began whimpering, “J-Jonghyun . . .”
“Sh, open them, Kibum.”
He shook his head and tried to escape but failed. Why didn’t he stop Jonghyun from working out so he wasn’t so strong? Why does he want to torture him to no end?
“I love you. No matter what, I’m going to love you,” Jonghyun whispered.
Kibum’s mouth made an eerie noise and once more, completely slow, opened his eyes and looked at himself in the haunted mirror.
He began to cry violently.
He was so ugly. So much worse than he used to be.
He shrieked as his gray skin dully shone in the light, cried out when he forcefully saw the deep shadows under his eyes and his cheeks sucked inward without even being intentionally sucked, accentuating his skull’s facial features awfully. He wanted to claw as he saw his skinny, boney, flailing arms-looking as if they’d break immediately. He most certainly did claw at Jonghyun’s arms when he saw his boney legs literally sticking outside of his shorts like he was made of . . . twigs.
This was . . . revolting.
“Stay calm, baby,” Jonghyun soothed as one arm took light hold of the hem of Kibum’s shirt.
Kibum immediately knew.
“GOD, NO!” he begged like a knife was at his throat, “God, please don’t do it, Jonghyun! PLEASE!”
Jonghyun’s head in the mirror looked him in the eyes and slowly shook his head, not listening. He visibly clenched his jaw as he lifted the oversized shirt up to Kibum’s collar.
Kibum made this . . . antagonizing and horrifying screech as he pulled at Jonghyun’s arm desperately to pull it down, absolutely and violently terrified of his own vision that wouldn’t shut.
His tummy was sucked in so much that his entire rib cage was in clear view. He could, somewhat, see the slight bumps of organs that worked inside him and it was absolutely sickening.
He had this awful body and it was just plain out . . . disgusting.
So nasty.
So ugly.
So revolting.
“No!” Kibum cried and turned quickly as Jonghyun’s hold loosened. He hid his face in the taller’s (he wore pretty decent insoles today) chest and sobbed violently.
“Ugly . . . So . . . much uglier!” he cried out, clutching on to Jonghyun’s shirt. He physically felt hurt. And the internal pain was no help. It was feeding the fire, “So-so . . . inhuman.”
“No, no, no,” he heard puppy reassuring, “No, that right there is not ugly, whatsoever. Baby, it’s a beautiful warning.”
“W-what are you t-talking about?!” He gasped and sobbed, “B-beautiful? Beautiful my nonexistent ass, Jonghyun!” The boy felt his twiggy legs buckle and slowly slid to the floor.
Jonghyun immediately took hold on to Kibum’s figure and walked them away from the mirror. He set Kibum down and let him lean against the wall as the sobbing younger caught his breath. He kneeled in front of him, blocking the view of the mirror completely.
“Bummie,” Jonghyun soothed, kissing his wet cheeks, “You know what I’m trying to tell you.”
“That I’m an ugly freak?” he tiredly whispered, a hurtful pang angled to his heart as his eyes closed.
“No damn way,” Jonghyun confidently said, “You’ve been the most beautiful thing on Earth to me-inside and out. I would never tell you you’re ugly, baby.” He took Kibum’s red face in his hands and wiped the tears, lightly blowing on his face because he had no other way to cool him down, “Baby, look.”
Kibum slowly opened his eyes, seeing the worried face of Jonghyun.
He was worried.
The puppy was insanely worried.
“Kibum,” he began, “You’re unhealthy-your body is suffering,” Kibum’s nosed was kissed, “Kibum, your phobia has your body in an extreme anorexic condition. Bummie, your body will starve you to death.
“But I won’t let you,” he held him tightly, “You can beg and plead for mercy all you want. I want-no-I need you to love looking at yourself more than you love me. I want you to be able to look at yourself and marvel. I want you to do your hair in front of a mirror. I want you to be able to smile at yourself.”
Kibum whimpered.
“Let me help you-this will work. Why would I do this if it wouldn’t? Bummie, I love you. I love you more than my own life. That’s my reason to do this. I need you. You need you. Healthy you.”
Kibum’s face screwed up and he shakily held his hands out, reaching for Jonghyun. Jonghyun finally got on both of his knees and held his hands, guiding them around his neck.
This wasn’t for torture. Jonghyun just . . . wanted to help him with something he wanted to stay oblivious of forever.
And now he knew he needed this help. If Jonghyun had the power to make him look at his monstrosity, then he had the power to make him go through a healing process.
He really had to get rid of this monster.
Weakly, he pulled him close and Jonghyun placed his hands on his hips, his thumbs stroking him.
This . . . reassuring touch.
Jonghyun kissed his cheeks softly and trailed to his lips, keeping it light and sweet and probably trying to convince him completely. Kibum took a light hold on his hair and pushed him back. With eyes in worry and staring at Jonghyun, he shuttered an exhale and weakly nodded.
Jonghyun raised his eyebrows.
Kibum nodded again and felt his mouth wiggling uncomfortably, “Jonghyun,” he whispered.
Jonghyun nodded.
He then pulled him into a weak hug and pressed his face on his neck.
“Help me.”
----Note~----
Ello. c:
Chapter four is now up to see.
I actually... forgot I was uploading today. OTL
So, I looked this over and left it be with making some minor changes. I'm not completely satisfied with the chapter because of its choppiness, like most of the fic, but I think I'll go back and make some changes later. So if you see another update for this fic before Friday, you probably shouldn't pay mind.
How was it today, guys? Jonghyun's getting Kibum to see what the mirror sees.
I know what Kibum's appearance is may be a little... exaggerated, and something you'd never see in your life, or you may have, but I purely left this fic up to my imagination, not a reality.
I know this is a pretty fast pace, but I think, JUST to slow it down a little, I might actually write more chapters in between the ones I've written already, but haven't posted. If I don't, I'm sorry for the lack of effort in doing that. ;A;
Also, it's the second half of the semester of the school year. I'm probably going to write more upbeat things now that I'm in a great Drama II class (I shouldn't have told them I 'sing', 'rap', and dance to Korean music. Now I have to perform it in front of everyone...) and... Really, a lot wouldn't say this, but now I'm in gym. I'll probably hate it to death, but I'mma do my best to sweat (when I have it as last period); and I can't WAIT for the dance unit. Oh yeah, I GOT IT COVERED. >:D
You guys having a good week so far? I actually started school today, feels like Monday. I'm off Friday too! :D
Thank you to views and comments.
They make my everything. <3
I'LL SEE YOU FRIDAY!
Bye! c:
~FlaMinhoe/Piplupz
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Rating: NC-15
Pairing/Characters: Jongkey, SHINee
Genre: fictional, HS, AU
Chapter Word Count: 2,225
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 Four: Freak
April
It’d been two months of becoming official and it’d been the best two months of Kibum’s life. Not only did he have to stop just crushing on Jonghyun, but he could finally do almost everything he wanted with him. Jonghyun would always make time for him no matter what the situation may be. Whether is be a gig, dinner party, or an after school session; it didn’t matter. Of course Kibum felt he was burdening him with taking him away from his social life, but Jonghyun said he’d make it work. And that statement was good enough for Kibum . . . after two weeks of arguing about it.
And so, during those two months, they even started establishing each other’s habits that they remark as be ‘cute’.
Jonghyun would lick his lips whenever he read the word ‘hold’ (Which Kibum said was seriously odd).
Kibum would wiggle his fingers while stretching after napping on Jonghyun’s shoulder.
In the gym (far from the mirrors), Jonghyun would always bite his lips when Kibum finally blinked as he watched him work out (Because, apparently, when Kibum realizes he’s been staring, a blush turned into a red face and makes Jonghyun’s heart shamelessly pour out and flood the center).
Kibum’s eyes would water when they’d watch a drama together and someone would get killed. Immediately as the death began taking place, Kibum would scream, “God, you dumb bitch, you have goddamn legs! It’s called running! You’re making me cry because you’re such a dumbfuck!”
Jonghyun would always flinch when Kibum cursed.
Kibum would apologize five million times when he’d curse and promise to stop.
(It was funny how they never noticed before.)
And today was one of those days where Kibum was mercilessly being dragged out of his house by what seemed like an overly excited Jonghyun.
“Kibum, let’s go!” Jonghyun smiled as he pulled him out of the house.
Jonghyun must’ve been having one of those ‘I’m-in-such-a-fantastic-mood-that-I’ll-take-my-Bummie-out-somewhere-unexpected’ moods.
“Jjong,” Kibum laughed as his arm was almost pulled off when they entered outside, “Where are we going? I’m wearing shorts, come on!”
As they walked down the street, Jonghyun held his hand tightly as if a sudden change in the atmosphere could be felt, “A place you wouldn’t expect, Bummie,” he said mildly. The entire mood completely changed.
“Jjong?”
He looked back at him and smiled, “Don’t worry, Bummie.”
So Kibum chuckled as the puppy regained his excitement and took him through multiple streets that he recognized all the way to a part of town where he had no clue where they were.
Not that he minded; maybe Jonghyun was in the mood for adventure.
Jonghyun kept squeezing his hand as they walked down a specific street. Tall buildings were pressed together and the sidewalk was a little bit dirtier than he’s seen. At the bottom of the buildings were little everyday shops that one would walk into for no reason and just look around.
The place didn’t feel dangerous, but Kibum wasn’t used to it either.
And he noticed how the people among the streets looked at their intertwined hands in disgust. Some hid their kids’ eyes and turned them around. Others would sneer from a distance and occasionally he would hear ‘Dumb gay people’.
Now, he was flamboyant and ready to flash their hands but instead kept it low. He really didn’t take a liking to this place and didn’t know how the public would react.
They were passing a very colorful flower shop and Kibum peered inside as they passed. There were literally thousands of colors and different kinds of flowers that he just wanted to go in and ransack the whole store.
Finally, Jonghyun entered a decent sized building across the street and slowed his pace a little. Kibum was extremely curious now and a little nervous-the place looked a little shady.
He was forced up stairs-millions of them for a while until what could’ve been the hundredth floor.
“You’re not going to rape me, are you?” Kibum chuckled a little, making it seem his question was a joke rather than serious.
Well . . . He had to ask. Jonghyun was a very mannered guy, but still! He trusted him with all his heart, but after all the episodes of dubbed Law and Order the day before, he couldn’t help it. Shows get people paranoid, and that’s why he stopped watching.
Jonghyun stopped at a specific door and whirled around, eyes literally piercing daggers in Kibum’s, “Don’t ever ask that, Kibum. Ever. Never would I.
“But just . . . close your eyes. Y-you’ll be okay.”
Suspicious, Kibum was about to ask what the hell was going on, but just closed his eyes and let Jonghyun pull him into the room, closing the door behind them.
The floor wasn’t a rug, so Kibum thought that this wasn’t a bedroom of a cheap motel.
Kibum felt Jonghyun’s palms get a little sweaty while guiding him to a specific spot. He could hear him panting a little and hear his tongue lick his lips nervously. What was happening?
“J-Jonghyun?”
Jonghyun breathed and turned Kibum to the left a little. His arms enclosed around him tightly and pressed against him, “Don’t hate me, baby,” he murmured into his ear, “I’m doing this because I love you too much-much more than words. Kibum, this is for you.”
“Jonghyun, it really sounds like you’re a maniac who’s about to fu-freaking rape me,” Kibum bit his lip and furrowed his brows, wondering what possibly puppy was doing.
“Bummie, open your eyes.”
At once, Kibum finally opened his eyes, only to shut them as quickly.
He screamed like bloody murder.
The wall. It was a large mirror-
A dance studio.
They were in a dance studio. That’s why the floor was so hard . . .
He started panicking and whining all at once that he was already overwhelming himself.
“K-Kibum, calm down.”
He shook his head frantically, squirming in his arms, “Y-You don’t understand! I-I can’t! Jonghyun, I . . .” He started crying that he couldn’t open his eyes and Jonghyun wouldn’t let him move. Why?
“Bummie, I know already. I know what’s wrong here,” Jonghyun calmly said to him, holding a bit tighter.
Kibum stopped for one second
No way.
No damn way.
Jonghyun knew he had this problem and he had the audacity to put him in front of a mirror-the size of a wall?!
Jonghyun meant to torture him all this time! Oh, how betrayed he felt! Now holding him in this spot with his strong arms just to make him open his eyes again-cruel!
“You . . . YOU ASSHOLE!” he screeched, trying to run from him, but he was too strong.
Oh my god, LET ME GO! Kibum internally screamed as he fidgeted. How could he look at himself? He thought he looked good, why does it have to be proven?! He most likely got rid of the monster and he didn’t want to see the result! That ugly thing-why would he want to look?!
“Bummie-”
“Don’t call me that!”
“Kibum,” he clutched him closely, “You have to look.”
“No.”
“Kibum-”
“No!”
“Listen-”
“GODDAMNIT, JONGHYUN, I SAID NO!” He clawed like a cat in desperation.
Jonghyun’s left arm kept holding him around his arms and his right lightly became the perimeter of his neck, holding him in place, “Stop it, Kibum. Look. Once. That’s it, baby, just once.”
Kibum’s rage slowly-very slowly-died as it turned into complete agony and began whimpering, “J-Jonghyun . . .”
“Sh, open them, Kibum.”
He shook his head and tried to escape but failed. Why didn’t he stop Jonghyun from working out so he wasn’t so strong? Why does he want to torture him to no end?
“I love you. No matter what, I’m going to love you,” Jonghyun whispered.
Kibum’s mouth made an eerie noise and once more, completely slow, opened his eyes and looked at himself in the haunted mirror.
He began to cry violently.
He was so ugly. So much worse than he used to be.
He shrieked as his gray skin dully shone in the light, cried out when he forcefully saw the deep shadows under his eyes and his cheeks sucked inward without even being intentionally sucked, accentuating his skull’s facial features awfully. He wanted to claw as he saw his skinny, boney, flailing arms-looking as if they’d break immediately. He most certainly did claw at Jonghyun’s arms when he saw his boney legs literally sticking outside of his shorts like he was made of . . . twigs.
This was . . . revolting.
“Stay calm, baby,” Jonghyun soothed as one arm took light hold of the hem of Kibum’s shirt.
Kibum immediately knew.
“GOD, NO!” he begged like a knife was at his throat, “God, please don’t do it, Jonghyun! PLEASE!”
Jonghyun’s head in the mirror looked him in the eyes and slowly shook his head, not listening. He visibly clenched his jaw as he lifted the oversized shirt up to Kibum’s collar.
Kibum made this . . . antagonizing and horrifying screech as he pulled at Jonghyun’s arm desperately to pull it down, absolutely and violently terrified of his own vision that wouldn’t shut.
His tummy was sucked in so much that his entire rib cage was in clear view. He could, somewhat, see the slight bumps of organs that worked inside him and it was absolutely sickening.
He had this awful body and it was just plain out . . . disgusting.
So nasty.
So ugly.
So revolting.
“No!” Kibum cried and turned quickly as Jonghyun’s hold loosened. He hid his face in the taller’s (he wore pretty decent insoles today) chest and sobbed violently.
“Ugly . . . So . . . much uglier!” he cried out, clutching on to Jonghyun’s shirt. He physically felt hurt. And the internal pain was no help. It was feeding the fire, “So-so . . . inhuman.”
“No, no, no,” he heard puppy reassuring, “No, that right there is not ugly, whatsoever. Baby, it’s a beautiful warning.”
“W-what are you t-talking about?!” He gasped and sobbed, “B-beautiful? Beautiful my nonexistent ass, Jonghyun!” The boy felt his twiggy legs buckle and slowly slid to the floor.
Jonghyun immediately took hold on to Kibum’s figure and walked them away from the mirror. He set Kibum down and let him lean against the wall as the sobbing younger caught his breath. He kneeled in front of him, blocking the view of the mirror completely.
“Bummie,” Jonghyun soothed, kissing his wet cheeks, “You know what I’m trying to tell you.”
“That I’m an ugly freak?” he tiredly whispered, a hurtful pang angled to his heart as his eyes closed.
“No damn way,” Jonghyun confidently said, “You’ve been the most beautiful thing on Earth to me-inside and out. I would never tell you you’re ugly, baby.” He took Kibum’s red face in his hands and wiped the tears, lightly blowing on his face because he had no other way to cool him down, “Baby, look.”
Kibum slowly opened his eyes, seeing the worried face of Jonghyun.
He was worried.
The puppy was insanely worried.
“Kibum,” he began, “You’re unhealthy-your body is suffering,” Kibum’s nosed was kissed, “Kibum, your phobia has your body in an extreme anorexic condition. Bummie, your body will starve you to death.
“But I won’t let you,” he held him tightly, “You can beg and plead for mercy all you want. I want-no-I need you to love looking at yourself more than you love me. I want you to be able to look at yourself and marvel. I want you to do your hair in front of a mirror. I want you to be able to smile at yourself.”
Kibum whimpered.
“Let me help you-this will work. Why would I do this if it wouldn’t? Bummie, I love you. I love you more than my own life. That’s my reason to do this. I need you. You need you. Healthy you.”
Kibum’s face screwed up and he shakily held his hands out, reaching for Jonghyun. Jonghyun finally got on both of his knees and held his hands, guiding them around his neck.
This wasn’t for torture. Jonghyun just . . . wanted to help him with something he wanted to stay oblivious of forever.
And now he knew he needed this help. If Jonghyun had the power to make him look at his monstrosity, then he had the power to make him go through a healing process.
He really had to get rid of this monster.
Weakly, he pulled him close and Jonghyun placed his hands on his hips, his thumbs stroking him.
This . . . reassuring touch.
Jonghyun kissed his cheeks softly and trailed to his lips, keeping it light and sweet and probably trying to convince him completely. Kibum took a light hold on his hair and pushed him back. With eyes in worry and staring at Jonghyun, he shuttered an exhale and weakly nodded.
Jonghyun raised his eyebrows.
Kibum nodded again and felt his mouth wiggling uncomfortably, “Jonghyun,” he whispered.
Jonghyun nodded.
He then pulled him into a weak hug and pressed his face on his neck.
“Help me.”
----Note~----
Ello. c:
Chapter four is now up to see.
I actually... forgot I was uploading today. OTL
So, I looked this over and left it be with making some minor changes. I'm not completely satisfied with the chapter because of its choppiness, like most of the fic, but I think I'll go back and make some changes later. So if you see another update for this fic before Friday, you probably shouldn't pay mind.
How was it today, guys? Jonghyun's getting Kibum to see what the mirror sees.
I know what Kibum's appearance is may be a little... exaggerated, and something you'd never see in your life, or you may have, but I purely left this fic up to my imagination, not a reality.
I know this is a pretty fast pace, but I think, JUST to slow it down a little, I might actually write more chapters in between the ones I've written already, but haven't posted. If I don't, I'm sorry for the lack of effort in doing that. ;A;
Also, it's the second half of the semester of the school year. I'm probably going to write more upbeat things now that I'm in a great Drama II class (I shouldn't have told them I 'sing', 'rap', and dance to Korean music. Now I have to perform it in front of everyone...) and... Really, a lot wouldn't say this, but now I'm in gym. I'll probably hate it to death, but I'mma do my best to sweat (when I have it as last period); and I can't WAIT for the dance unit. Oh yeah, I GOT IT COVERED. >:D
You guys having a good week so far? I actually started school today, feels like Monday. I'm off Friday too! :D
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I'LL SEE YOU FRIDAY!
Bye! c:
~FlaMinhoe/Piplupz
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