(no subject)
Two
JongKey
PG
Warnings: creepyfic. long thought process. lapslock.
cold
wet
iced up, shirt hanging from his shoulders, concrete gutter solid dragging against his knees.
the door is hard against his knuckles. wet. it's wood, engorged, dripping like he is.
knocks
onetwothree
fourfive-open
key's eyes glare shadows down his cheeks, slipping ovals to his mouth.
it's 2am
two, two, he mulls, twice for effect.
two
he checks his clock.
2.04.
(liar.)
liarliar he says to key, and he smirks because it’s the edge in his voice that tells the untruth.
he's not really angry, furious, hot-headed not thinking
mischievous more like; just looking to play, fingers over knuckles circle spiral bones until he's had enough (of key.)
(never)
his fingertip drags over key's palm.
food sits warm and light,
bread and toast in his stomach
breakfast
at tiffany's
tiffankey's? he muses.
early breakfast.
what ti-
interrupt.
2.17 he says and it feels thick on his lips. paste, dry, spread like peanut butter on his toast.
key nods.
breadcrumbs dust the edges of his plate and his mouth
lick
clean it feels clean. nice. to be clean.
dishes in water,
2.43
sleep.
he needs sleep, blurring and dark.
but he needs warmth first,
perhaps more than the blanket draping from his shoulders.
warm not like linoleum slipslapping his feet ball and arch they hurt
bathroom's (cold.)
cuts sting when he sinks into the bath,
water's hot
it laps at his bruises, coming away with bits of brown scab caught in its maw.
the teeth of the bath bite rough at his elbows, toocramped
his hand slips against the railing, force downward,
shoulders burst through surface
-t-e-n-s-i-o-n
tension bursts through shoulders
bathrobe fuzzy against his knees.
key doesn't ask where he's been
where he's going.
wordless
wordmore,
less is more, more or less
he drops into the bed.
key lays next to him.
couch, jonghyun grunts,
no,
key mutters, rolling as far away as he can,
the sheets clump under his fingers,
(don't wanna)
jonghyun pauses, tension still breaking like shards of glass teetering over his shoulderblades.
okay, he sighs,
goes boneless in his exhaustion, sack of potatoes on the sack of quilted down, (limp
id)
not transparent at all,
not clear why he's here
even to him, quiet and sidled like a child against two pillows.
warm pillows, headprint crater on one of them before he even touches it.
two brown hairs tickle the edge
smear of black where a pair of eyes (would be)
slanted slipped-shut slits.
sleeping,
here
key
(he had been, at least)
the knowledge makes him inhale to catch those trails
those last threads of scent he loves
familiar
(home)
jonghyun had pushed him out of his
bed, home
space that’s not enough in their bedroom-kitchen-bathroom-hallway arrangement
not enough not nearly
not when their toes are touching despite the distance between
(exhale shakily)
(inhale
breathe him
inheal)
keep him there, filter divide the air until it's just him.
(concentrate
d)
powder in his bloodstream,
he feels too full.
too much.
too
two
3.57.
(sleep.)
wake
sunshine bright too much in his eyes makes his head pound.
lub
dub
lubdub (heart's there)
still (here)
key isn’t.
there’s no note,
not
a
not-
a dish in the sink.
drops of water down the hall.
he slips on one, toes caught in it,
(wet)
there’s a head-crater on a pillow
slowly
(ex
haling its existence)
disappearing and
there’s only one, only one depression
two pillows and
one corner of the covers
folded origami-style
fading into wrinkled crumples mashed
jonghyun-style
key’s boots are gone from the door and he pauses
then then key is gone but
(dishes unwashed
drip-dropped floor)
p a u s e
his boots are gone,
shoes picked from the door plucked taken
stolen
steal
(then you steal my -)
paus-
photograph.
top of table.
key of, the photograph is of key.
key.
his reflection in the table grins back at jonghyun.
quiet.
arm slung over a sopping wet jonghyun, out of a lake
in summer
framed in wood, brown,
chocolate streaked with knots of black
ink
(liner
on pillows)
and he speeds back to the bedside
heart in throat
summer strewn to the back of his mind, cut from key at the front.
two disheveled sacks of stuffing, thrown on the left side
(jonghyun's side)
the right side is made
protected,
(off-limits, need the key to break the barrier)
shockwaves unreaching though the jonghyun-style sleeping
really tries
(to reach him.)
silent
the pillow is white.
too
white
too
(two
8.02.)
jonghyun wakes.
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just a long thought-process. jonghyun just misses key. or he could be a ghost ide.