Addicted Too Your Love [jongkey,2min] [4 pt. 2/4]
Title: Addicted Too Your Love
Pairing: Jongkey, 2min
Genre: AU, Romance, Drama
Rating: PG-13 (Consumption of alcohol, Slight sexual content, Language)
Word count: 2,063
Disclaimer(s): I own nothing.
Summary: Some addictions just can't be quit.
A/N: Beta'd by the lovely siaht !
Ch. 1, Ch. 2, Ch. 3, Ch. 4 pt. 1
My last image of bright neon lights transforms and takes the shape of fireworks in the night sky. I'm sitting on a rooftop with Jonghyun's scent wrapped around me like a protective blanket. Leaning against the short wall wrapped around the rooftop is Jonghyun. There's an odd amount of distance between us as he stares up into the night sky; large, dark eyes reflecting the fireworks.
"Kibum, do you ever feel like your life has no meaning?" He asks quietly.
Wait, I recognize this. Immediately, I want to be anywhere else but on this rooftop, sitting next to my boyfriend, because I know where these seemingly meaningless words lead to and I really don't want to go there again.
I can't stop myself from answering though, just like how I did that night. "No, I have you," I say, repeating one of his favorite cheesy lines.
"I'm serious," he says as he continues to gaze out at the night.
I follow his stare, trying to figure out what he's seeing that I can't in the vast black ocean overhead. "I've never thought about it," I answer honestly.
"I have," he says, "A lot. I don't know, maybe my life has meaning, but I just don't feel like I've accomplished anything I wanted to. Like I've been stuck in this world where I don't get anything done despite the passing time."
I frown. "You've been thinking too much again," I say with a sigh. Despite his normal macho exterior, I know from a long relationship that inside Jonghyun's a mess of thoughts and feelings that he sometimes gets swallowed up by.
He finally faces me. "You're telling me you don't think about it sometimes? How little we've really done. Teaching these kids and then sending them off to be someone,it makes me wonder why I'm sitting back here doing nothing with my life," as he speaks he gestures with his hands and I watch drowsily. "You know what I mean?"
I shake my head. "No, I don't. I'm content with my life," I say and search his face for what he's really trying to get across to me.
Jonghyun nods and looks away from me again. "You might feel that way, but I just can't stop this restless feeling growing inside me. I, I want to try and be someone quot;
"Go for it," I say with a shrug, "I'll always support you in whatever you want to pursue."
He shakes his head and looks down at the ground and that's when I know. I just know what's going to come out of his mouth next and I want to cover my ears so I never have to hear it. I want to keep living this fairytale, this sweet life I've settled in to.
"Kibum, I don't think I can do it with you," he says softly.
I laugh, but it comes out bitter instead of chipper like I wanted it to be. "Why would you say that?" My gaze narrows at the firecrackers still going off in the distance.
"It's not an easy industry. I'll have to do things that could hurt you," he sneaks a glance at my face. "You understand, right?"
I pull myself to my feet and numbly reply. "Yeah, I understand."
Jonghyun stands up to say goodbye but I've already dissapeared, taking off down the stairs to put as much distance between us as quickly as possible. But this scenario suddenly veers off from the original and I miss one of the steps. I go flying into a pool of darkness, falling farther and farther.
"Kibum!"
I jerk awake. Taemin's leaning above me with a concerned expression and his hand is on my shoulder where he shook me awake. I drop back down on the comfy sofa I'm currently occupying, the throbbing in my skull almost too much to take.
"Ugh, where am I Minnie?" I ask groggily.
A cup of water is shoved under my nose. "Minho's place," he informs me before ordering, "Drink."
I sit up enough so that when I drink the cool liquid I don't choke. I let out a groan as I finish off the glass quickly. "Taemin, I think I'm dying," I say while flailing my arms in desperation.
"It's just a hangover, hyung," he comments dryly and I wonder if this is really my sweet dongsaeng. "Don't drink so much next time."
I make a 'cluck' sound with my tongue. I'm going to make a snappy remark, but I'm interrupted by a smooth voice.
"Is he awake?" The suave voice speaks and the words flow over me like the best remedy imaginable.
Taemin backs away from me to face the door. "Yeah, he's all yours," he says before padding away, probably to find Minho.
I wait for my angel-voiced visitor to enter my field of vision. I'm slightly taken a back when I'm met with the image of Jonghyun sporting a black eye. I don't know why he's here or why his voice sounds so sweet, but I can't ignore my maternal instincts at the sight of the injury. I quickly sit up and reach out for his face.
"What happened?" I ask and he lets me run my thumbs gingerly around the swollen and bruised skin.
"That asshole you were with at the club wanted to get the last hit in," Jonghyun says with a tired grin, "He was pissed I knocked him out with one punch."
"Wait, you got in a fight with Khun?" I snap, a sharp pain shooting through my temples making me more irritated than necessary for something I hardly remember.
Jonghyun frowns. "Can you save the lecture for later?"
"Lecture - " I cut myself off from my bitch rant, becuse really, talking hurts way too much right now.
I take in his slumped form and the clear exhaustion written across his features and pull him down on the couch beside me. He gladly settles down with his head in my lap and I begin to gently massage his scalp with the tips of my fingers. All I can remember is him shaking me, yelling at me for being such an idiot and then fading into the dream, the memory of our break up. I can't stay mad at him, not when he warned me from the beginning I would get hurt. Although I can get mad at him later for getting in a fight with such a sweet guy like Khun.
"This is what you meant, isn't it?" I say with a sigh, "The girls and the sleeping around, it's just how you make your way in the industry."
Jonghyun nods against my touch. "It sucks," he returns with a drifting voice.
I gulp. "You know, I'm ... I'm still here for you, if you ever get tired of the singer life," I squeeze my eyes shut, wishing it was the remaining buzz of all the alcohol I had consumed talking but knowing it isn't.
Jonghyun shifts so that he's staring up at me. "I love you," he says in all seriousness.
I open my eyes long enough to take in his expression before shutting them again. "Sleep," I order, because I know neither of us are going to last much longer.
The sun is shining brightly through the curtains when I finally wake up again. Jonghyun's head is still on my lap and he's snoring away. I try to slip out from underneath him as quietly as possible, but I still manage to jar him awake.
"Babe?" He asks sleepily, peering up at me with blinking eyes.
"Mm?" I hum to let him know I'm listening.
"Can you make me breakfast?"
I let out a huff and shove his head onto the couch while I shuffle away. "What an ass," I grumble and Jonghyun's laughter follows me as I investigate the owner of the apartment's whereabouts.
"Minho? Taemin?" I call while searching through the small rooms, surprised I haven't stumbled over them yet.
I reach the end of the hallway before finally getting a response. Behind a precariously half shut door a muffled yelp sounds. I back away from the door.
"Um, if you two are busy, I'll just be in the kitchen making breakfast," I say, eyes wide because never do I want to witness some other couple in the middle of doing the naughty.
I let out a deep breath as soon as I'm in the safe confines of the kitchen. I start searching around and I'm glad Minho's such a methodical guy. I easily find all I need to start up rice and kimchi stew. I'm stirring ingredients into the pot when a pair of warm arms wrap around my waist.
"Did you mean what you said before?" Jonghyun whispers into my ear.
I shiver at the close proximity and the husky tone of his voice. I nod wordlessly. "How about you?" I ask and my stomach clenches in anxiety.
Jonghyun nods against my back where he's leaning against me. I smile in relief, but it's his next words that send me over the edge and tumbling into an abyss of happiness. "I don't want to do this on my own," he speaks into my back, "I'm sorry. Will you take me back?"
I laugh and can't hold back my tears, but at least this time they're tears of joy. I let them spill over as I spin around to pull Jonghyun into the tightest embrace I can manage. "Yeah, I will, baby, I will!" It all feels like the ending of a corny romance movie and it fits so well because I know Jonghyun is secretly the biggest cheeseball in the world.
Taemin and Minho chose this moment to enter the kitchen, interrupting our beautiful moment. Minho's eyebrows shoot up into his hair line while Taemin just pumps his fist into the air.
"And the world is set at peace again," He says between giggles, hanging off of his boyfriend.
I laugh along with him, but Minho is pulling Jonghyun aside with a stern face. He's starting one of his speeches and it's hilarious because he really does look older and wiser than Jonghyun. Taemin skips over to give me a hug. All that's missing is Jinki tripping over thin air, but then, he's probably at home being abused by his hormonal wife. It really does feel like the world has been set at peace again, so this crazy rollercoaster ride of emotions can stop and we can all just get on with our lives happily again
-----
It's two years later and I'm kicking my foot impatiently against a pale wall. The faint screams of over the top fan girls carry down the hall and into the dressing room I'm currently waiting in. I glance up at the clock. It's about time for my baby to be accepting his award. I'm brimming with pride right along with the stylist noonas sitting in the room with me.
Ten minutes later and a blubbering Jonghyun separates himself from a horde of women to get into the room. I jump to my feet and pull him into a comforting hug.
"I can't believe I won the week of my debut!" He manages to get out as I rub soothing circles on his back.
"Told you you're amazing," I say, laughing and crying right along with him. "I'll be waiting for you with the kids to celebrate."
We part, because he has idol business to attend to and I have a party to get ready. As soon as I'm back at the apartment, Taemin is already there setting up a table full of food with Sunny and Minho and Jinki are giving piggyback rides to little Lee's. I sidle up next to Taemin with an excited grin.
"Did you watch it?" I ask anxiously.
Taemin nods his head. "Of course! But the netizens won't let Jonghyun's comment about dedicating his success to his true love, Key, slide."
I gasp, because Jonghyun isn't supposed to mention me. That idiot wouldn't hear the end of it, but I also won't let him get away without a reward later tonight when the house is empty of guests. Besides, who am I to argue with the facts? Without me, Jonghyun would be nowhere.
How's that for a corny ending? But what the hell, it's my corny ending.
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A/N: Guys, please don't kill me for the ending! I'm sorry if anyone has rotted teeth from all the fluff, but when I set out to write a happy ending that's what I'm going to write. /bows repeatedly
Hope you enjoyed this and thank you to everyone who stuck around from the beginning!
Pairing: Jongkey, 2min
Genre: AU, Romance, Drama
Rating: PG-13 (Consumption of alcohol, Slight sexual content, Language)
Word count: 2,063
Disclaimer(s): I own nothing.
Summary: Some addictions just can't be quit.
A/N: Beta'd by the lovely siaht !
Ch. 1, Ch. 2, Ch. 3, Ch. 4 pt. 1
My last image of bright neon lights transforms and takes the shape of fireworks in the night sky. I'm sitting on a rooftop with Jonghyun's scent wrapped around me like a protective blanket. Leaning against the short wall wrapped around the rooftop is Jonghyun. There's an odd amount of distance between us as he stares up into the night sky; large, dark eyes reflecting the fireworks.
"Kibum, do you ever feel like your life has no meaning?" He asks quietly.
Wait, I recognize this. Immediately, I want to be anywhere else but on this rooftop, sitting next to my boyfriend, because I know where these seemingly meaningless words lead to and I really don't want to go there again.
I can't stop myself from answering though, just like how I did that night. "No, I have you," I say, repeating one of his favorite cheesy lines.
"I'm serious," he says as he continues to gaze out at the night.
I follow his stare, trying to figure out what he's seeing that I can't in the vast black ocean overhead. "I've never thought about it," I answer honestly.
"I have," he says, "A lot. I don't know, maybe my life has meaning, but I just don't feel like I've accomplished anything I wanted to. Like I've been stuck in this world where I don't get anything done despite the passing time."
I frown. "You've been thinking too much again," I say with a sigh. Despite his normal macho exterior, I know from a long relationship that inside Jonghyun's a mess of thoughts and feelings that he sometimes gets swallowed up by.
He finally faces me. "You're telling me you don't think about it sometimes? How little we've really done. Teaching these kids and then sending them off to be someone,it makes me wonder why I'm sitting back here doing nothing with my life," as he speaks he gestures with his hands and I watch drowsily. "You know what I mean?"
I shake my head. "No, I don't. I'm content with my life," I say and search his face for what he's really trying to get across to me.
Jonghyun nods and looks away from me again. "You might feel that way, but I just can't stop this restless feeling growing inside me. I, I want to try and be someone quot;
"Go for it," I say with a shrug, "I'll always support you in whatever you want to pursue."
He shakes his head and looks down at the ground and that's when I know. I just know what's going to come out of his mouth next and I want to cover my ears so I never have to hear it. I want to keep living this fairytale, this sweet life I've settled in to.
"Kibum, I don't think I can do it with you," he says softly.
I laugh, but it comes out bitter instead of chipper like I wanted it to be. "Why would you say that?" My gaze narrows at the firecrackers still going off in the distance.
"It's not an easy industry. I'll have to do things that could hurt you," he sneaks a glance at my face. "You understand, right?"
I pull myself to my feet and numbly reply. "Yeah, I understand."
Jonghyun stands up to say goodbye but I've already dissapeared, taking off down the stairs to put as much distance between us as quickly as possible. But this scenario suddenly veers off from the original and I miss one of the steps. I go flying into a pool of darkness, falling farther and farther.
"Kibum!"
I jerk awake. Taemin's leaning above me with a concerned expression and his hand is on my shoulder where he shook me awake. I drop back down on the comfy sofa I'm currently occupying, the throbbing in my skull almost too much to take.
"Ugh, where am I Minnie?" I ask groggily.
A cup of water is shoved under my nose. "Minho's place," he informs me before ordering, "Drink."
I sit up enough so that when I drink the cool liquid I don't choke. I let out a groan as I finish off the glass quickly. "Taemin, I think I'm dying," I say while flailing my arms in desperation.
"It's just a hangover, hyung," he comments dryly and I wonder if this is really my sweet dongsaeng. "Don't drink so much next time."
I make a 'cluck' sound with my tongue. I'm going to make a snappy remark, but I'm interrupted by a smooth voice.
"Is he awake?" The suave voice speaks and the words flow over me like the best remedy imaginable.
Taemin backs away from me to face the door. "Yeah, he's all yours," he says before padding away, probably to find Minho.
I wait for my angel-voiced visitor to enter my field of vision. I'm slightly taken a back when I'm met with the image of Jonghyun sporting a black eye. I don't know why he's here or why his voice sounds so sweet, but I can't ignore my maternal instincts at the sight of the injury. I quickly sit up and reach out for his face.
"What happened?" I ask and he lets me run my thumbs gingerly around the swollen and bruised skin.
"That asshole you were with at the club wanted to get the last hit in," Jonghyun says with a tired grin, "He was pissed I knocked him out with one punch."
"Wait, you got in a fight with Khun?" I snap, a sharp pain shooting through my temples making me more irritated than necessary for something I hardly remember.
Jonghyun frowns. "Can you save the lecture for later?"
"Lecture - " I cut myself off from my bitch rant, becuse really, talking hurts way too much right now.
I take in his slumped form and the clear exhaustion written across his features and pull him down on the couch beside me. He gladly settles down with his head in my lap and I begin to gently massage his scalp with the tips of my fingers. All I can remember is him shaking me, yelling at me for being such an idiot and then fading into the dream, the memory of our break up. I can't stay mad at him, not when he warned me from the beginning I would get hurt. Although I can get mad at him later for getting in a fight with such a sweet guy like Khun.
"This is what you meant, isn't it?" I say with a sigh, "The girls and the sleeping around, it's just how you make your way in the industry."
Jonghyun nods against my touch. "It sucks," he returns with a drifting voice.
I gulp. "You know, I'm ... I'm still here for you, if you ever get tired of the singer life," I squeeze my eyes shut, wishing it was the remaining buzz of all the alcohol I had consumed talking but knowing it isn't.
Jonghyun shifts so that he's staring up at me. "I love you," he says in all seriousness.
I open my eyes long enough to take in his expression before shutting them again. "Sleep," I order, because I know neither of us are going to last much longer.
The sun is shining brightly through the curtains when I finally wake up again. Jonghyun's head is still on my lap and he's snoring away. I try to slip out from underneath him as quietly as possible, but I still manage to jar him awake.
"Babe?" He asks sleepily, peering up at me with blinking eyes.
"Mm?" I hum to let him know I'm listening.
"Can you make me breakfast?"
I let out a huff and shove his head onto the couch while I shuffle away. "What an ass," I grumble and Jonghyun's laughter follows me as I investigate the owner of the apartment's whereabouts.
"Minho? Taemin?" I call while searching through the small rooms, surprised I haven't stumbled over them yet.
I reach the end of the hallway before finally getting a response. Behind a precariously half shut door a muffled yelp sounds. I back away from the door.
"Um, if you two are busy, I'll just be in the kitchen making breakfast," I say, eyes wide because never do I want to witness some other couple in the middle of doing the naughty.
I let out a deep breath as soon as I'm in the safe confines of the kitchen. I start searching around and I'm glad Minho's such a methodical guy. I easily find all I need to start up rice and kimchi stew. I'm stirring ingredients into the pot when a pair of warm arms wrap around my waist.
"Did you mean what you said before?" Jonghyun whispers into my ear.
I shiver at the close proximity and the husky tone of his voice. I nod wordlessly. "How about you?" I ask and my stomach clenches in anxiety.
Jonghyun nods against my back where he's leaning against me. I smile in relief, but it's his next words that send me over the edge and tumbling into an abyss of happiness. "I don't want to do this on my own," he speaks into my back, "I'm sorry. Will you take me back?"
I laugh and can't hold back my tears, but at least this time they're tears of joy. I let them spill over as I spin around to pull Jonghyun into the tightest embrace I can manage. "Yeah, I will, baby, I will!" It all feels like the ending of a corny romance movie and it fits so well because I know Jonghyun is secretly the biggest cheeseball in the world.
Taemin and Minho chose this moment to enter the kitchen, interrupting our beautiful moment. Minho's eyebrows shoot up into his hair line while Taemin just pumps his fist into the air.
"And the world is set at peace again," He says between giggles, hanging off of his boyfriend.
I laugh along with him, but Minho is pulling Jonghyun aside with a stern face. He's starting one of his speeches and it's hilarious because he really does look older and wiser than Jonghyun. Taemin skips over to give me a hug. All that's missing is Jinki tripping over thin air, but then, he's probably at home being abused by his hormonal wife. It really does feel like the world has been set at peace again, so this crazy rollercoaster ride of emotions can stop and we can all just get on with our lives happily again
-----
It's two years later and I'm kicking my foot impatiently against a pale wall. The faint screams of over the top fan girls carry down the hall and into the dressing room I'm currently waiting in. I glance up at the clock. It's about time for my baby to be accepting his award. I'm brimming with pride right along with the stylist noonas sitting in the room with me.
Ten minutes later and a blubbering Jonghyun separates himself from a horde of women to get into the room. I jump to my feet and pull him into a comforting hug.
"I can't believe I won the week of my debut!" He manages to get out as I rub soothing circles on his back.
"Told you you're amazing," I say, laughing and crying right along with him. "I'll be waiting for you with the kids to celebrate."
We part, because he has idol business to attend to and I have a party to get ready. As soon as I'm back at the apartment, Taemin is already there setting up a table full of food with Sunny and Minho and Jinki are giving piggyback rides to little Lee's. I sidle up next to Taemin with an excited grin.
"Did you watch it?" I ask anxiously.
Taemin nods his head. "Of course! But the netizens won't let Jonghyun's comment about dedicating his success to his true love, Key, slide."
I gasp, because Jonghyun isn't supposed to mention me. That idiot wouldn't hear the end of it, but I also won't let him get away without a reward later tonight when the house is empty of guests. Besides, who am I to argue with the facts? Without me, Jonghyun would be nowhere.
How's that for a corny ending? But what the hell, it's my corny ending.
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A/N: Guys, please don't kill me for the ending! I'm sorry if anyone has rotted teeth from all the fluff, but when I set out to write a happy ending that's what I'm going to write. /bows repeatedly
Hope you enjoyed this and thank you to everyone who stuck around from the beginning!