4 Drabbles ; JongKey ; MinKey
Life Is Wonderful ; JongKey ; G
Jonghyun runs down the hallway, taking Kibum's hand in his, both panting but smiles painted on their faces. Canvas shoes with rubber soles landing on the rugged ground, eyes looking into the other, laughter ringing through the empty land. Fingers entwined, Kibum's nails dug into Jonghyun's palms, but not even one complaint was made.
They continued running, it didn't matter if the world was against them. They didn't care if everyone had objected to them, or even if Jesus himself came down to stop them. They had the moment, breaths lined and smiles never leaving. With the sun shining over them, nothing could hurt them.
Gone were the lies.
Gone were the pain.
It reflected the light off the sun, it shone brilliantly, be it the ring on their finger or...
Their love
Somebody To Love ; JongKey ; G
Jonghyun watches everything Kibum does. The way he speaks, how he would tense up a little while he sings, lean muscles appearing for a second just to disappear at the next. He smiles, and mouthes a simple 'Stay Classy' to him, tension slowly fading in apparent. He closes his eyes for a while, taking in every pitch and melody Kibum exhales, capturing every moment.
It shook him a little when Kibum's voice wavered. His eyes shot open, glassy crystals staring back at him. Jonghyun nodded a little, spoke a few irrelevant words that flew out of his mouth unconsciously and dismissed Kibum.
Jonghyun hums a little, inviting the next person to get up on the stage.
Kim Kibum.
What a coincidence.
I Don't Feel It Anymore ; MinKey ; PG-13
"Minho! Minho, oh God! Save me, Minho!"
His voice replayed.
"Minho- please."
He couldn't get it out.
"Lord, please! It hurts- Minho, save me!"
Someone get it out.
Minho cried for whatever it was worth. Fuck, Kibum needed help. He needed someone to pull him out of that fucking situation.
"I'm so sorry," Minho cried into his palms.
"I'm really sorry. Kibum, I'm so sorry." He stared at the window pane.
Plain walls enclosed him, the cold floor devouring him into their stillness.
"Kibum, are you listening? I'm so fucking sorry."
He knew he should've been there when Kibum texted him.
"Kibum, are you there? Listen to me!" Minho shouted into absolute silence.
He stood up, swiping everything off of his desk. The table lamp flew and trashed itself against the wall, sparks emanating before the last source of light blew.
"I'm so sorry, Kibum. Kibum. Kibum, come back! Kibum!" he threw his fist against the table, a loud thump resonating.
He was late. He was so fucking late.
The last thing he had of Kibum was of voicemails. Voicemails calling for help.
"Minho, save me!" Kibum cried out, raspy and desperate.
"Fucking bitch, calling for help?"
"Please- !"
How was he worth of Kibum's love? What was guilt? What was hurt?
He only knew of regret.
The promises they shared, the promise to stay together- to be happy no matter what happens; everything was alright as long as they were together. The promise for the both of them to kiss the other's pain away. The promise to love the other forever. The promise to... Always be there for the other.
Minho stared at the piece of plain paper scribbled with Kibum's handwriting. They were small and cursive.
He kissed the piece of paper- damp with his tears and saliva.
"Kibum," he exhaled.
He promised.
"Come back."
A promise no one could break. Minho remembered the sharp intakes of breath, gasping for air- gasping for life. But he wasn't there to help.
He wasn't there for Kibum.
Timeless ; MinKey ; PG
There was never a need of sweet, romantic gestures between the both of them; they were just two fitting puzzle pieces- so perfect together. The way they linked their fingers together, legs entangled beneath the sheets and breath lingering against their skin.
"Minho," Kibum rasped out ever so often, throat dry from shouting out unpleasant but strong words.
Minho would stare into his eyes, the smile playing on his lips unwavering with time. It proved so much to Kibum, the woes and happiness they went through replaying like a timeless film. Minho knew that there was never a need to prove his words through actions to Kibum, because there was a ink-less bond between them; what more did they have to say if all they had ever wanted was to spend every waking moment looking at the other, eyes being able to convey messages instead of words.
Kibum laid his head gently on Minho's shoulder, arms slithering across his chest and tightening their hold on his waist. There was a quiet break between the both of them- it wasn't awkward, but more of a understanding moment of silence.
"I love you."
Both of them knew that there was never a need to prove to others how much they meant to each other.
Because their love was invincible.
Jonghyun runs down the hallway, taking Kibum's hand in his, both panting but smiles painted on their faces. Canvas shoes with rubber soles landing on the rugged ground, eyes looking into the other, laughter ringing through the empty land. Fingers entwined, Kibum's nails dug into Jonghyun's palms, but not even one complaint was made.
They continued running, it didn't matter if the world was against them. They didn't care if everyone had objected to them, or even if Jesus himself came down to stop them. They had the moment, breaths lined and smiles never leaving. With the sun shining over them, nothing could hurt them.
Gone were the lies.
Gone were the pain.
It reflected the light off the sun, it shone brilliantly, be it the ring on their finger or...
Their love
Somebody To Love ; JongKey ; G
Jonghyun watches everything Kibum does. The way he speaks, how he would tense up a little while he sings, lean muscles appearing for a second just to disappear at the next. He smiles, and mouthes a simple 'Stay Classy' to him, tension slowly fading in apparent. He closes his eyes for a while, taking in every pitch and melody Kibum exhales, capturing every moment.
It shook him a little when Kibum's voice wavered. His eyes shot open, glassy crystals staring back at him. Jonghyun nodded a little, spoke a few irrelevant words that flew out of his mouth unconsciously and dismissed Kibum.
Jonghyun hums a little, inviting the next person to get up on the stage.
Kim Kibum.
What a coincidence.
I Don't Feel It Anymore ; MinKey ; PG-13
"Minho! Minho, oh God! Save me, Minho!"
His voice replayed.
"Minho- please."
He couldn't get it out.
"Lord, please! It hurts- Minho, save me!"
Someone get it out.
Minho cried for whatever it was worth. Fuck, Kibum needed help. He needed someone to pull him out of that fucking situation.
"I'm so sorry," Minho cried into his palms.
"I'm really sorry. Kibum, I'm so sorry." He stared at the window pane.
Plain walls enclosed him, the cold floor devouring him into their stillness.
"Kibum, are you listening? I'm so fucking sorry."
He knew he should've been there when Kibum texted him.
"Kibum, are you there? Listen to me!" Minho shouted into absolute silence.
He stood up, swiping everything off of his desk. The table lamp flew and trashed itself against the wall, sparks emanating before the last source of light blew.
"I'm so sorry, Kibum. Kibum. Kibum, come back! Kibum!" he threw his fist against the table, a loud thump resonating.
He was late. He was so fucking late.
The last thing he had of Kibum was of voicemails. Voicemails calling for help.
"Minho, save me!" Kibum cried out, raspy and desperate.
"Fucking bitch, calling for help?"
"Please- !"
How was he worth of Kibum's love? What was guilt? What was hurt?
He only knew of regret.
The promises they shared, the promise to stay together- to be happy no matter what happens; everything was alright as long as they were together. The promise for the both of them to kiss the other's pain away. The promise to love the other forever. The promise to... Always be there for the other.
Minho stared at the piece of plain paper scribbled with Kibum's handwriting. They were small and cursive.
He kissed the piece of paper- damp with his tears and saliva.
"Kibum," he exhaled.
He promised.
"Come back."
A promise no one could break. Minho remembered the sharp intakes of breath, gasping for air- gasping for life. But he wasn't there to help.
He wasn't there for Kibum.
Timeless ; MinKey ; PG
There was never a need of sweet, romantic gestures between the both of them; they were just two fitting puzzle pieces- so perfect together. The way they linked their fingers together, legs entangled beneath the sheets and breath lingering against their skin.
"Minho," Kibum rasped out ever so often, throat dry from shouting out unpleasant but strong words.
Minho would stare into his eyes, the smile playing on his lips unwavering with time. It proved so much to Kibum, the woes and happiness they went through replaying like a timeless film. Minho knew that there was never a need to prove his words through actions to Kibum, because there was a ink-less bond between them; what more did they have to say if all they had ever wanted was to spend every waking moment looking at the other, eyes being able to convey messages instead of words.
Kibum laid his head gently on Minho's shoulder, arms slithering across his chest and tightening their hold on his waist. There was a quiet break between the both of them- it wasn't awkward, but more of a understanding moment of silence.
"I love you."
Both of them knew that there was never a need to prove to others how much they meant to each other.
Because their love was invincible.