(chaptered) running through a stop sign 3/3
title: running through a stop sign 3/3
pairing: Jonghyun/Key
genre: au, romance
rating: pg
warnings: alcohol influence
word count: 2025 words
summary: In which the ever-perfect and falsely immaculate Kibum gets butterflies inside his stomach because of a jubilant and carefree boy named Jonghyun, who happens to rotate Kibum's world in an extremely different direction.
notes: did you wait long ? sorry~ D: i was busy writing another fic. -.- but anyways, yaaayyy. it`s finished ! \o/ as you can see, i`m not good with endings so yeah. ^^;; me is not satisfied with thizz. :| i hope you like it though~ :D oh. and i want to show you guys my incredibly crappy video-editing skills. :3 ehehe. i made a fanvid: jongkeyyy~ ♥ lmao. please bear with the editing, alright. XDD and thank you everyone for reading up `till here. ♥ you don`t know how much i appreciate you taking your time to read this, ide. ;A; ♥♥
Today was, as Kibum concluded in his mind right after his Geometry class, like losing his taste buds and eating sugar - making him feel as if he was just having sand in his mouth - tasteless, lacking, tasteless, off-colored, tasteless.
The seat on his right was vacant and he can’t stop his brain from projecting thoughts of the absentee. Though, his mind was alerted by a message from his phone that told him to meet Jonghyun at the playground as he was walking out of the campus.
Kibum took measured steps on the gray pavement and watched his chilled breaths escape his plump lips in the form of a quick disappearing mist due to the freezing weather. As he neared towards the playground - the one that no kid bothered to go to since the slide is rusty, the seesaw has no handles, and the sandbox is filled with brittle dry leaves in the color of scarlet and copper that was never raked away since autumn- he caught sight of the familiar tousled brown hair and he could feel his breath hitch as he remembered what happened the night before too clearly.
Jonghyun displayed a smile that made the blond’s cheeks warm up despite the chilling winter air. “Kibum-ah.”
Kibum tried his best to display a confident smirk in return as he walked over to a swing opposite where the brunet was sitting.
“So,” Jonghyun started after exhaling. “Aren’t you supposed to say how much you’ve missed me for the past few hours?”
The blond gawked at him with an expression of disbelief smeared all over his face. “Do you know how tempted I am to push you off that swing?”
The shorter of the two hurriedly stood up, grinning, his motives smeared all over his face. “And do you know,” he said as-a-matter-of-factly while slowly nearing his face towards Kibum’s, upper body lowered to be on eye-level with the blond. “How badly I want to continue where we last left off?” Jonghyun released an air of warmth, and Kibum took in the citrus fragrance of his breath as they locked eyes with each other - faces only a few inches apart.
“I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
“Don’t play stupid.” Was the last thing Jonghyun said before closing the space between them and placing his lips gently against Kibum’s.
“It’s three in the morning, it’s fucking cold, and you’re fucking drunk.” Kibum nagged on as the both of them sat on a bench in the abandoned playground. “And what do I get out of this? Nothing, absolutely nothing.” He sharply lets out a breath in frustration, fogging up his eyeglasses due to the Antarctic atmosphere. “Sometimes I really like you, sometimes I wanna push you in front of a bus.”
Jonghyun’s head rested on Kibum’s shoulder because of gravity as the boy who smelled greatly of gin mixed with maple syrup fell deeper into his slumber.
“Yes, Jjong, I said sweet dreams. Sweet dreams, and sleep well.” He said to himself with irony and bitter sarcasm in his voice.
He took in the vast expanse of the sky blue above him with a gaze that followed the patches of white clouds. As his arms hugged his knees, he slowly inhaled the calm and serenity - forgetting about everything, but without someone to do it along with him.
After six beats of his heart, the person who’s currently tattooed on said organ appeared beside him. Jonghyun sat on Kibum’s left, legs crossed and palms laid flat on the rooftop’s asphalt.
“What are you thinking about?”
“Not you.” He lied without flaw.
“How wonderful. Very interesting, Kibum.” Jonghyun used his sarcastic monotone line.
Kibum breathed out a short-spanned chuckled with a smile on his lips. The confident curve of his lips then morphed into a small, fragile one. “Jonghyun.”
He flicked his vision away from the sky and towards the blond in response to his name.
“Can’t you change your ways?”
If he hadn’t followed his will to buy a carton of yogurt milk just to satisfy his sudden late night craving that disturbed his studying, he wouldn’t have spotted Jonghyun stumbling his way to no one knows where, or maybe even death.
Kibum lets out his breath with one clenched fist. “Are you suicidal or just too stupid or just too drunk, or all of the above?” he messed up his hair in frustration as he sat on the cold concrete steps of a store that closed just a few weeks ago.
The slightly older of the two who sat next to the rambling blond didn’t spend effort to respond - he kept his head bowed down and Kibum couldn’t even tell if Jonghyun was already dead or what.
“You don’t even know how,” he sharply took in a breath and gulped - because it was too hard to let his words spill out of his lips. “worried I was. I mean, I swear, you could’ve heard my heart scream when I saw an idiot - a.k.a you, you fucking retard - that almost got hit by a car, and I just-” he felt the lump on is throat grab on to his words and replace them with tears instead. He groaned in frustration and told himself not to cry. “Why are you so messed up, everything was perfect back then. I don’t even know, don’t make me look like I love you too much - shit, why are you making me care so badly, damn it Jonghyun.” Kibum craned his head upwards and exhaled the tears away.
“I’m sorry.” Jonghyun muttered before drifting away to dreamland and drooping beside Kibum, letting his weight rest on the blond’s side.
Kibum doesn’t even know what to feel about this - he wants to cry because of anger, cry because Jonghyun apologized (for what, exactly?), cry out of giddiness because they looked so sweet and cozy at the moment, and cry because his feelings are as messed up as the drowsing boy beside him.
A breeze with a slight splash of chill jumbled up his curly golden strands as he controlled the paint brush in his hand, covering up their wooden stool project for Home Economics with a layer of paint. The grass lost its green as droplets of deep magenta splattered on the lawn of their backyard. He heard the glass door slid open, and resisted the urge to take notice of who it was through his peripheral vision.
The brunet who just woke up from his slumber ( and is still wearing the gray gin-stained shirt and the diva’s pink pajamas. ) hummed a familiar, popular tune as he walked over to Kibum. “Hey, thanks for letting me sleep here. Dad would’ve killed me last night if I went home like that.”
Kibum didn’t even part his lips and continued to paint the stool with another layer of paint.
Jonghyun sighed deeply and fidgeted on his place, that made the blades of grass tickle his toes through his slippers. “Look, I’m sorry. For everything - for waking you up every time I’m too much of a crap and can’t go home by myself, for plagiarizing your homeworks all the time like a damn parasite, for liking you too much that I may actually dare to use the word love instead but that’s-” he stopped his tongue from saying more and took in air sharply as he closed his eyes, not wanting what slipped out of his mouth. “For everything.” He concluded.
“No matter how many times you apologize to me, you still don’t want to change.” He replied with a slow shaking of his head from left to right and back. “I mean, damn it Jonghyun.” He stroked the paint brush against the wood of the stool with a little too much force than necessary. “You don’t even try.”
“But the only reason I don’t want to change in the first place is you.” He slipped right next to the blond, sitting cross-legged on the vast green - mirroring Kibum completely. “You know the way your voice is actually filled with sincere concern? And the way you give me warmth on cold midnights - alright, cold dawns - and the way you deny that you don’t leave until you see that my bedroom light is switched on through my window? I’d actually miss that. I’d miss that a lot, in all honesty.”
Kibum was surprised that he actually listened on and that he didn’t interrupt the brunet - not even one snide comment. “Wow, deep.” So he just had to make up for it by making a sarcastic-toned remark. He laid the paint brush gently beside him, looking thoughtful all the while. “If that’s the case - well, shit, I’ll just stop caring then.”
“As if you can do that.” Jonghyun replied, all pride and smug, and shrugged his shoulders - arms brushing Kibum’s own.
“I know, you don’t need to remind me.” He muttered in a frail voice and in surrender, eyes locked towards something that isn’t named Jonghyun.
“Just…” a voice, so soft that Kibum could actually hear how fragile the boy is, whispered through the wind. “Just let me be the weak one this time, alright?” the brunet rested his forehead against the arm of the boy whose heart he took without warning.
Kibum thought that everything will be alright soon, and that he just had to be a knight in shining armor for a while until the both of them gets tired of it - because really, he knows that he’s the one meant to be the damsel in distress who throws a bitch fight the moment someone makes him break his nail. “Hmph, since when were you the strong one?” he poked a finger on Jonghyun’s forehead with a small, playful smile on lips - signaling that the cloudburst hovering above them was finally shooed away.
“Alright, alright.” Kibum cut off Jonghyun’s excited ramblings about the chocolate fountain, the alcohol in tiny shot glasses that glowed pastel, and the four floor’s of Eunhyuk’s house - and how he’ll get wasted later. “See you at three a.m., then.” The blond’s smile lasted for at least two seconds and was later on replaced by a cold façade - complete with a piercing stare, crossed arms, and crossed legs while leaning back on his chair. “You drunkard piece of shi-”
Jonghyun zipped the diva’s mouth by leaning down, palms flat on Kibum’s desk, and letting their lips meet without hesitation.
Kibum swore that he saw how Jinki ( who’s currently occupying Jonghyun’s seat beside him ) looked very, very amused - and now he can’t even think of a way to bully that student council president because his mind is filled with how Jonghyun’s lips tasted like those candied apples that Taemin has been whining for lately.
The brunet pulled away and placed his hand on Kibum’s chin to lift the blond’s face slightly. “I’d like that, thanks.” He winked before stealthily retreating out of the classroom, probably running over to Minho (who doesn’t remember that Jonghyun actually puked on his shirt at that forgotten party only the brunet recalls of.) to seek support if ever Kibum will chase after him and nag until forever.
“I see that everything’s back to normal.” Jinki faced the blond, biting a slice of watermelon.
Kibum pushed up the black-rimmed glasses of the auburn-headed boy into place before replying. “Kind of, I guess.” He shrugged. “And when was I not normal? My grades absolutely didn’t falter, right? Lee Jinki, I’m talking to you - stop looking so engrossed in your own bite marks on that watermelon.”
Minho then entered the quite empty classroom with a Taemin clinging on his back as he pulled Jonghyun by the wrist.
“Jinki-hyung!” Taemin waved with one hand, the other gripping tightly on the tall boy’s collar to ensure that he wouldn’t fall from his piggyback ride.
“He - I mean, they’re bothering me.” Minho complained as he cocked his head in the direction where Jonghyun’s struggling to get out of his grip and pointed his thumb at the boy whom he unwillingly gave a piggyback to.
“If you call that normal, then sure Jinki, sure thing.”
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☁ one ; two
pairing: Jonghyun/Key
genre: au, romance
rating: pg
warnings: alcohol influence
word count: 2025 words
summary: In which the ever-perfect and falsely immaculate Kibum gets butterflies inside his stomach because of a jubilant and carefree boy named Jonghyun, who happens to rotate Kibum's world in an extremely different direction.
notes: did you wait long ? sorry~ D: i was busy writing another fic. -.- but anyways, yaaayyy. it`s finished ! \o/ as you can see, i`m not good with endings so yeah. ^^;; me is not satisfied with thizz. :| i hope you like it though~ :D oh. and i want to show you guys my incredibly crappy video-editing skills. :3 ehehe. i made a fanvid: jongkeyyy~ ♥ lmao. please bear with the editing, alright. XDD and thank you everyone for reading up `till here. ♥ you don`t know how much i appreciate you taking your time to read this, ide. ;A; ♥♥
Today was, as Kibum concluded in his mind right after his Geometry class, like losing his taste buds and eating sugar - making him feel as if he was just having sand in his mouth - tasteless, lacking, tasteless, off-colored, tasteless.
The seat on his right was vacant and he can’t stop his brain from projecting thoughts of the absentee. Though, his mind was alerted by a message from his phone that told him to meet Jonghyun at the playground as he was walking out of the campus.
Kibum took measured steps on the gray pavement and watched his chilled breaths escape his plump lips in the form of a quick disappearing mist due to the freezing weather. As he neared towards the playground - the one that no kid bothered to go to since the slide is rusty, the seesaw has no handles, and the sandbox is filled with brittle dry leaves in the color of scarlet and copper that was never raked away since autumn- he caught sight of the familiar tousled brown hair and he could feel his breath hitch as he remembered what happened the night before too clearly.
Jonghyun displayed a smile that made the blond’s cheeks warm up despite the chilling winter air. “Kibum-ah.”
Kibum tried his best to display a confident smirk in return as he walked over to a swing opposite where the brunet was sitting.
“So,” Jonghyun started after exhaling. “Aren’t you supposed to say how much you’ve missed me for the past few hours?”
The blond gawked at him with an expression of disbelief smeared all over his face. “Do you know how tempted I am to push you off that swing?”
The shorter of the two hurriedly stood up, grinning, his motives smeared all over his face. “And do you know,” he said as-a-matter-of-factly while slowly nearing his face towards Kibum’s, upper body lowered to be on eye-level with the blond. “How badly I want to continue where we last left off?” Jonghyun released an air of warmth, and Kibum took in the citrus fragrance of his breath as they locked eyes with each other - faces only a few inches apart.
“I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
“Don’t play stupid.” Was the last thing Jonghyun said before closing the space between them and placing his lips gently against Kibum’s.
“It’s three in the morning, it’s fucking cold, and you’re fucking drunk.” Kibum nagged on as the both of them sat on a bench in the abandoned playground. “And what do I get out of this? Nothing, absolutely nothing.” He sharply lets out a breath in frustration, fogging up his eyeglasses due to the Antarctic atmosphere. “Sometimes I really like you, sometimes I wanna push you in front of a bus.”
Jonghyun’s head rested on Kibum’s shoulder because of gravity as the boy who smelled greatly of gin mixed with maple syrup fell deeper into his slumber.
“Yes, Jjong, I said sweet dreams. Sweet dreams, and sleep well.” He said to himself with irony and bitter sarcasm in his voice.
He took in the vast expanse of the sky blue above him with a gaze that followed the patches of white clouds. As his arms hugged his knees, he slowly inhaled the calm and serenity - forgetting about everything, but without someone to do it along with him.
After six beats of his heart, the person who’s currently tattooed on said organ appeared beside him. Jonghyun sat on Kibum’s left, legs crossed and palms laid flat on the rooftop’s asphalt.
“What are you thinking about?”
“Not you.” He lied without flaw.
“How wonderful. Very interesting, Kibum.” Jonghyun used his sarcastic monotone line.
Kibum breathed out a short-spanned chuckled with a smile on his lips. The confident curve of his lips then morphed into a small, fragile one. “Jonghyun.”
He flicked his vision away from the sky and towards the blond in response to his name.
“Can’t you change your ways?”
If he hadn’t followed his will to buy a carton of yogurt milk just to satisfy his sudden late night craving that disturbed his studying, he wouldn’t have spotted Jonghyun stumbling his way to no one knows where, or maybe even death.
Kibum lets out his breath with one clenched fist. “Are you suicidal or just too stupid or just too drunk, or all of the above?” he messed up his hair in frustration as he sat on the cold concrete steps of a store that closed just a few weeks ago.
The slightly older of the two who sat next to the rambling blond didn’t spend effort to respond - he kept his head bowed down and Kibum couldn’t even tell if Jonghyun was already dead or what.
“You don’t even know how,” he sharply took in a breath and gulped - because it was too hard to let his words spill out of his lips. “worried I was. I mean, I swear, you could’ve heard my heart scream when I saw an idiot - a.k.a you, you fucking retard - that almost got hit by a car, and I just-” he felt the lump on is throat grab on to his words and replace them with tears instead. He groaned in frustration and told himself not to cry. “Why are you so messed up, everything was perfect back then. I don’t even know, don’t make me look like I love you too much - shit, why are you making me care so badly, damn it Jonghyun.” Kibum craned his head upwards and exhaled the tears away.
“I’m sorry.” Jonghyun muttered before drifting away to dreamland and drooping beside Kibum, letting his weight rest on the blond’s side.
Kibum doesn’t even know what to feel about this - he wants to cry because of anger, cry because Jonghyun apologized (for what, exactly?), cry out of giddiness because they looked so sweet and cozy at the moment, and cry because his feelings are as messed up as the drowsing boy beside him.
A breeze with a slight splash of chill jumbled up his curly golden strands as he controlled the paint brush in his hand, covering up their wooden stool project for Home Economics with a layer of paint. The grass lost its green as droplets of deep magenta splattered on the lawn of their backyard. He heard the glass door slid open, and resisted the urge to take notice of who it was through his peripheral vision.
The brunet who just woke up from his slumber ( and is still wearing the gray gin-stained shirt and the diva’s pink pajamas. ) hummed a familiar, popular tune as he walked over to Kibum. “Hey, thanks for letting me sleep here. Dad would’ve killed me last night if I went home like that.”
Kibum didn’t even part his lips and continued to paint the stool with another layer of paint.
Jonghyun sighed deeply and fidgeted on his place, that made the blades of grass tickle his toes through his slippers. “Look, I’m sorry. For everything - for waking you up every time I’m too much of a crap and can’t go home by myself, for plagiarizing your homeworks all the time like a damn parasite, for liking you too much that I may actually dare to use the word love instead but that’s-” he stopped his tongue from saying more and took in air sharply as he closed his eyes, not wanting what slipped out of his mouth. “For everything.” He concluded.
“No matter how many times you apologize to me, you still don’t want to change.” He replied with a slow shaking of his head from left to right and back. “I mean, damn it Jonghyun.” He stroked the paint brush against the wood of the stool with a little too much force than necessary. “You don’t even try.”
“But the only reason I don’t want to change in the first place is you.” He slipped right next to the blond, sitting cross-legged on the vast green - mirroring Kibum completely. “You know the way your voice is actually filled with sincere concern? And the way you give me warmth on cold midnights - alright, cold dawns - and the way you deny that you don’t leave until you see that my bedroom light is switched on through my window? I’d actually miss that. I’d miss that a lot, in all honesty.”
Kibum was surprised that he actually listened on and that he didn’t interrupt the brunet - not even one snide comment. “Wow, deep.” So he just had to make up for it by making a sarcastic-toned remark. He laid the paint brush gently beside him, looking thoughtful all the while. “If that’s the case - well, shit, I’ll just stop caring then.”
“As if you can do that.” Jonghyun replied, all pride and smug, and shrugged his shoulders - arms brushing Kibum’s own.
“I know, you don’t need to remind me.” He muttered in a frail voice and in surrender, eyes locked towards something that isn’t named Jonghyun.
“Just…” a voice, so soft that Kibum could actually hear how fragile the boy is, whispered through the wind. “Just let me be the weak one this time, alright?” the brunet rested his forehead against the arm of the boy whose heart he took without warning.
Kibum thought that everything will be alright soon, and that he just had to be a knight in shining armor for a while until the both of them gets tired of it - because really, he knows that he’s the one meant to be the damsel in distress who throws a bitch fight the moment someone makes him break his nail. “Hmph, since when were you the strong one?” he poked a finger on Jonghyun’s forehead with a small, playful smile on lips - signaling that the cloudburst hovering above them was finally shooed away.
“Alright, alright.” Kibum cut off Jonghyun’s excited ramblings about the chocolate fountain, the alcohol in tiny shot glasses that glowed pastel, and the four floor’s of Eunhyuk’s house - and how he’ll get wasted later. “See you at three a.m., then.” The blond’s smile lasted for at least two seconds and was later on replaced by a cold façade - complete with a piercing stare, crossed arms, and crossed legs while leaning back on his chair. “You drunkard piece of shi-”
Jonghyun zipped the diva’s mouth by leaning down, palms flat on Kibum’s desk, and letting their lips meet without hesitation.
Kibum swore that he saw how Jinki ( who’s currently occupying Jonghyun’s seat beside him ) looked very, very amused - and now he can’t even think of a way to bully that student council president because his mind is filled with how Jonghyun’s lips tasted like those candied apples that Taemin has been whining for lately.
The brunet pulled away and placed his hand on Kibum’s chin to lift the blond’s face slightly. “I’d like that, thanks.” He winked before stealthily retreating out of the classroom, probably running over to Minho (who doesn’t remember that Jonghyun actually puked on his shirt at that forgotten party only the brunet recalls of.) to seek support if ever Kibum will chase after him and nag until forever.
“I see that everything’s back to normal.” Jinki faced the blond, biting a slice of watermelon.
Kibum pushed up the black-rimmed glasses of the auburn-headed boy into place before replying. “Kind of, I guess.” He shrugged. “And when was I not normal? My grades absolutely didn’t falter, right? Lee Jinki, I’m talking to you - stop looking so engrossed in your own bite marks on that watermelon.”
Minho then entered the quite empty classroom with a Taemin clinging on his back as he pulled Jonghyun by the wrist.
“Jinki-hyung!” Taemin waved with one hand, the other gripping tightly on the tall boy’s collar to ensure that he wouldn’t fall from his piggyback ride.
“He - I mean, they’re bothering me.” Minho complained as he cocked his head in the direction where Jonghyun’s struggling to get out of his grip and pointed his thumb at the boy whom he unwillingly gave a piggyback to.
“If you call that normal, then sure Jinki, sure thing.”
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☁ one ; two