Remember Me!?! Chapter 18: Deal
Remember Me!?!
Chapter 18: DEAL
Couple: JongKey/MinKey/JongxGirl (you'll find out who~~)
Rated; PG
Genre: Romance, Drama, Triagnle, CRACK (Keke)
Disclaimer: I Do Not Own SHINee, or Girls Genration, or Lady and The Tramp (haha)
Summary: Jonghyun cracks a deal with Kibum, trying not to run away from his true feelings anymore, and realizes that he'd regret leaving Kibum behind again more than he would have ever thought. Minho struggles with accepting his feelings for Kibum, and Kibum has a new victum of hatred as he comes in contact with Jonghyun's new girlfriend.
Jonghyun stepped in front of his dorm’s door and stared nervously at its knob. He knew what was inside of his dorm room, and he knew that it would cause for him to lose another night’s sleep. But, this time, he didn’t want to run away from it. This time he knew that he had to face it sooner or later, and he couldn’t keep running away from it...no matter how hard it seemed. So, he swallowed his nervousness the best he could and opened the door hesitantly.
“Kiiibumm, I’m home!” He sang into the dorm in a sing-song voice, half mocking his own misfortune and troubles, almost laughing at his own misery.
Kibum stuck his head up from what he was doing, and giggled happily as he jumped up from petting Roo behind the couch, and ran with the upmost happiness to the expecting Jonghyun.
“Ahh! Jonghyunnie, welcome home!! You were gone for so long! I started to worry about you not returning, you know? I had time to clean the whole entire dorm and make you dinner just in the time I waited for you today! I was worried that you’d try to run away again, but you’re too good to do that-I know now. I’m so glad!!” He sang, as he reached the older boy.
Jonghyun blinked as he continued to stand, completely and utterly dumbfounded by the younger. Just as Kibum had said, there they both stood, in a shining clean dorm room, the counters and appliances letting out gleams of shining cleanness as they sparkled.
“W-wahh...” Jonghyun muttered, more to himself, as he looked around his dorm room, completely confused by the whiteness and cleanness of his counters. “You got new counters too, by the look of it. They weren’t always white...”
Kibum half gagged as Jonghyun’s words took him back to the disgusting memory of having to clean those counters. “They were always supposed to be...” He muttered, after a moment.
Jonghyun ignored Kibum’s hint of his obvious and desperate need of improving his dormitory hygiene, and only kept looking around in amazement at how clean the dorm was, almost forgetting that it was Kibum who had done everything.
“Damn...you even sorted out the recyclables!” He muttered, more to himself. He had always been too lazy to try to buy and get together a separate bin just for the recyclables, and ended up always throwing them away. The guilt of throwing them away had been eating away at his soul since (“Stupid Jiminy” He would think). Kibum, however, was so sweet as to take away the guilt by sorting through his entire trashcan and salvaging his recyclables.
Suddenly, it struck Jonghyun like a smack across his face. Kibum had managed to steal away his keys, and snuck uninvited into his dorm (for the third time), and had not only snooped all around his whole entire dorm, but had GONE THROUGH HIS TRASH CAN. Jonghyun shuttered quickly. God only knows what he had done to his underwear drawer. His face flushed quickly before quickly turning and staring at Kibum again with huge eyes.
“KIBUM!” He snapped loudly, flailing around angrily. “I can’t believe you! You’ve really gone too far this time! You went through my trash!? Seriously!?! You actually went so far as to go through my trashcan!? Don’t you need some sort of search warrant for that!? This has to be illegal in someway! Or at least immoral! What about my privacy!? Seriously, god tell me that you stayed away from my underwear drawer!!” He snapped loudly.
Kibum glanced down and made a guilty half smile on his face, but chose not to use any words to answer the questions that Jonghyun had just screamed at him. He was totally freaking out over this. He was helping him clean his house, it just so happened that he had a chance to look through all of his ex-boyfriend's things and check up on his life.
“Well, I also had to raid your refrigerator too, if you put it that way. I mean, I had to get everything in order for making you dinner....” He muttered, unintentionally hurting himself more that he was helping himself. “I did you a favor and took out that nasty tuna. Oh, and although I’m proud, and I’m sure Umma would be proud of you too to see milk in your fridge, it was less past spoiled, and was completely solid (you really should drink more milk anyway, it’d do you good). So I went ahead and replaced all the rotten food with new and healthy foods. You drink too much beer, so I replaced it with chocolate soymilk instead; it’s good for you and tastes good too. Oh, and I put a lot of veggies in there for you too. Plus, your toilet smelt weird so I cleaned it and got you some air freshener. I hope you like tropical breeze ‘cause I figured floral would be too feni-“
“KIBUM! YOU’VE INVADED ANY PERSONAL SPACE I’VE EVER POSSED! YOU’VE GONE TOO FAR!” Jonghyun stopped him mid-sentence by screaming. “YOU’VE GONE WAY TOO FAR THIS TIME! GET OU-“ He was interrupted by a buzzing in his pocket and a loud chirp of his cellphone.
Ring ding dong, ding dong, ring-a-ding-ding-a-ding-ding-ding!
Jonghyun stopped his rampaging and glanced down slowly at his cellphone for a moment. Damn, Kibum had lucky timing. Kibum seemed to think so too and half smiled.
“It’s okay, Jongie, go ‘head and answer it, I don’t mind! I’ll wait for you to finish talking!” He chirped happily, thankful for his lucky timing.
Jonghyun pressed his lips together tightly and stubbornly, pouting slightly at how uncommonly lucky Kibum was that someone interrupted him kicking him out, before slowly pulling his cellphone out of his pocket and holding it up to his ear slowly.
“Y-Yeboseyo?” Jonghyun muttered after a moment, but still kept his eyes on Kibum. Suddenly, the voice on the other line caught him off guard. “Tiffany?”
Kibum looked away from the phone, plastering a strangely suspicious smile on his smug little face as he turned around and walked back towards Jonghyun’s kitchen, beginning to reheat the dinner he had made almost twenty minutes prior for Jonghyun.
“Jonghyun!! You haven’t answered your phone all week! What’s going on? I’ve tried calling you a million times!” Tiffany exploded on the other line of Jonghyun’s cellphone. “You promised me that you would call me last time we saw each other! That was already three days ago! What’s going on?”
Jonghyun blinked a few times as he tried his best to remember said promise of calling her three days ago. His life had become so busy and cloudy even to himself lately.
“I did?”
“YES! YOU DID!!!”
Jonghyun let out a half sigh. Kibum really did come in a shake up his whole life. He not only completely forgotten to call his girlfriend like he promised for three days, but he had almost even completely stopped thinking about her, stuck only thinking about Kibum.
There was an impatient noise on the other line of Tiffany impatiently waiting for her flakey boyfriend’s reply, but got too inpatient to wait for much longer than a few moments and let out a agitated huff before trying to clam herself down.
“Alright, never mind, it’s okay I guess. Onew told me that you went home sick from school on Saturday. I just wanted to call you to see if you were alright, so I guess I can’t fight with you right now.” She muttered, after a moment.
“Onew? Lee Onew? Why were you talking to that nerd? And why about me?” Jonghyun asked, momentarily completely forgetting about Kibum, who was still in his kitchen, going through his oven and fridge, until he heard his microwave go off beeping, and Kibum digging through his silverware drawer, and glanced back towards him.
“I saw him at that new chicken restaurant....oh!” Tiffany muttered after a moment (Lee Onew seemed to be their favorite ranting subject), but she suddenly remembered something. “Oh! By the way! I wanted to ask you something. Did you change your dorm phone number or something?” She asked, after a moment.
Jonghyun glanced away from watching Kibum as he stalked through his kitchen, before looking back towards his dorm phone, flashing a zero on it’s screen showing that there were no missed calls.
“No, I didn’t even know that you could change dorm phones’ numbers.” He muttered, after a moment, still looking at the phone. “Why?”
Tiffany made a low noise as she thought. “But, I’m sure that I have your phone number right. You’re the one who typed into my cellphone contact list, and I’ve called you on it a million time using the same number and I got through to you without a problem for six months already, when we first got together. Are you sure you haven’t changed it since last week when we talked on it last?” She asked, after a moment.
Jonghyun shook his head as he walked over to the other phone and began to look at it, seeing that it was plugged in just fine. He shrugged before picking it up and holding it up to his phone to listen to the dial tone.
“I’m sure that I haven’t changed it. I don’t even know how. Plus, the connection’s fine and it’s plugged in and everything. Why? Did it say that it was no longer in use or something! CRAP! Did I forget to pay my bills again!?” He asked quickly, starting to sweat. Stupid bills.
Kibum glanced up slowly from what he was doing in the kitchen and glanced back towards Jonghyun again, and made a muffled muttering noise as he looked at the phone.
“No. Stop freaking out, Jonghyun. It said it was in order and was ringing correctly. Anyway, I was with you when you paid the bill last time...” Tiffany muttered, after a moment. “It’s just that no matter how many times I redialed or hit the ‘recall’ button on my received calls section, I always got this strange guy on the receiving end telling me that I got the wrong number and telling me not to call anymore.”
Jonghyun stopped completely as an idea stuck him, and looked up quickly as his eye was caught by the guilty smile on Kibum’s face, and how Kibum, as soon as their eyes met, looked away from him and turned around, making himself busy in kitchen again, humming this completely innocent and happy tune (the kind of music that Kibum had and would never would enjoy let alone hum normally), and went back to what he had been doing guiltily.
“Do you have any idea why I might have gotten the wrong number so many time in a row?” Tiffany asked, after a moment of thought.
Jonghyun continued to glare to glare at Kibum’s back angrily as Kibum purposely kept his eyes away from Jonghyun’s stare, and only made a muffled growl for a reply to his girlfriend.
“Yeah...I think I have a hunch....” Hr muttered, moving the phone from his ear immediately and slamming it shut forcefully, not even walking for a reply before he started marching over towards Kibum dangerously.
Kibum sweated a little as he felt Jonghyun’s hard eyes on his back, and heard him stop behind him, crossing his arms impatiently, continuing to steam as he burned wholes in his back with his angry eyes.
“Say, Kibum, you don’t have any idea why my girlfriend has been getting trouble while calling the same phone number that we’ve been using to talk to each other with for the last six months, getting some guy saying that it was the wrong number and to stop calling EVERY SINGLE TIME SHE CALLS MY PHONE is!?!” The small and unhappy creature screamed loudly.
Kibum sweated a little bit more before slowly turning around the best he could to meet Jonghyun’s angry death glare, continuing the lean his back against the counter so there would be enough space between him and the angry boy in front of him.
“E-eh...th-that’s strange...I wouldn’t know...” He stuttered out, after a moment. “Are you sure you paid your phone bill?” He tried.
Jonghyun continued to keep his harsh eyes on him. “You really don’t have any idea, Kibum?” He asked, after a moment, seeing through Kibum’s pathetic act, already an experienced Kibum-lie-buster.
Kibum half smiled and scratched the not-itch on the back of his head and laughed out his incredible nervous the best he could.
*Kibum thirty-eight hours ago*
*Ring ring.* Kibum glanced up slowly from digging through Jonghyun’s trashcan, and reading every crumpled paper that he could find, upon hearing his phone ringing. He slowly glanced towards the front door, wondering if Jonghyun were to walk into at any moment, before making up his mind. He half smiled before slipping off the hot-pink plastic gloves, and walking towards the phone.
“Yeboseyo?” He asked happily, after a moment, picking up Jonghyun’s dorm phone and answering it as casually as if it were his own cellphone.
There was a slight pause on the other line before a confused sounding girl’s voice replied to his answer. “U-ugh...Jonghyun?” She asked, hesitantly.
“Who’s this?” Was the only reply.
The woman on the other line only made a nervous noise at the question, obviously aware that it wasn’t Jonghyun, but confused as to why they hadn’t told her it was the wrong number. “U-umm...it’s Tiffany. Is...this Jonghyun?” She asked after a moment, slightly nervously
Kibum scoffed at the name. He had noticed it on the back of the picture of Jonghyun and his new pretty little trophy girlfriend and saw it in a couple of letters that had been in Jonghyun’s trashcan. So this was the wretched girlfriend, huh?
“This is not Jonghyun. You have the wrong number. Please don’t call again.” The jealous diva snapped quickly, into the phone.
Tiffany made an obviously troubled noise before stuttering out an apology. “A-ah! I’m sorry! I’ll be sure to check my number. Sorry to waste you time!” She stuttered.
Kibum made something close to an apathetic grunt at the apology before hanging back up the phone. “Stupid girl. Don’t call him anymore.” The diva muttered.
However, before he could even turn around to go back to snooping through Jonghyun’s things again, the phone began ringing loudly again. Kibum’s contented smile slipped off his face a little before slowly turning back around and picking up the phone again. “Yeboseyo?” He asked, after a moment, bluntly.
“U-unnh...J-Jonghyun?” Tiffany stuttered, after a moment.
“THIS ISN’T JONGHYUN! YOU HAVE THE WRONG NUMBER!”
With that, there was only the beeping of the other line hanging up quickly in Tiffany’s ear. “Wh-what the heck?” She thought, after a moment.
~~~~~~
*Kibum seven hours ago*
Kibum smiled contently as he finished putting new, high quality cotton sheets onto Jonghyun’s bed, making sure that he had made the genuinely rock-hard mattress of the dorm’s bedroom as soft as it possibly could be. He was glad that he had gotten to go to a house-comforts store with Minho to buy Jonghyun things. These were sure to make him feel more comfortable already.
Suddenly, there was something that pulled Kibum happy smile off of his face and made him stop fluffing Jonghyun’s pillows.
*Ring, ring, ring*
“Again?” Kibum thought, as he stopped making Jonghyun’s bed comfortable and patted his hands against the thighs of his tight jeans before walking slowly towards Jonghyun’s living room, towards his dorm-phone. As he reached it, he slowly picked it up.
“Yeboseyo?” He asked, after a moment, not at all surprised to find the shocked noise of the prior day’s pest making her annoying breathing noise.
“A-ah, did I get the wrong number again!? Is this not Jonghyun again?” Tiffany asked quickly.
Kibum’s eyes slanted with a glare at the phone before putting the back of his wrists on his hips and walking a few steps forward. This chick really was annoying. He had to do something to get her to stop calling Jonghyun somehow.
“Listen, this is Jonghyun, ‘kay girly?” The possessive diva growled after a moment, glaring out the windows as he marched around the living room. “Obviously you have the wrong number so make sure that you actually have it right before calling back again. We’re very busy here and we don’t have time to keep having you calling us all the time. Maybe you just weren’t meant to call Jonghyun. Perhaps even, he doesn’t want to talk to you so he gave you a bogus number or changed his phone number. Maybe you should just give up on calling him in general. Anyway, I don’t want to talk to you either. Goodbye.”
And, with that, without even waiting for a response from Tiffany, Kibum hastily hung up and phone and marched back into Jonghyun’s dorm to continue improving it.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Jonghyun continued to keep his harsh eyes on Kibum as he younger began scratching the back of his head nervously. “You really don’t have any idea, Kibum?” He asked, even though he wondered why he even bothered to ask. He knew Kibum was lying. He had practically lived with Kibum for the first sixteen years of his life, and he was very able to see through his lies.
Kibum laughed again nervously before shaking his head again. “N-no....I-I have no idea!” He stuttered, slowly, trying his best to flash his best attempt of puppy eyes at Jonghyun.
Jonghyun let out an annoyed breath before backing up from Kibum again, and walking out of the sparkling clean kitchen, and plopping down on the not trash-covered coach in his living room. What was the point of screeching at Kibum about telling Tiffany not to call him anymore? It’s not like he didn’t know it was going to happen sooner or later. (He shuttered at the very memory of much Kibum had screamed at Jessica, the popular, skinny, blonde, big boobed, really annoying cheerleader, that had the guts to even try to ask Jonghyun to the prom junior year.) He wasn’t even sure if he wouldn’t regret it if he chased Kibum away already.
“Aish...listen, Kibum...I need to talk to you seriously.” Jonghyun found himself finally sighing out, glancing back towards the kitchen.
Kibum stopped the middle of perfecting the dinner he had made before looking back at Jonghyun, his bright eyes shining with happiness as he smiled his perfect smile, lighting up his beautiful face with happiness at Jonghyun’s semi-soft words.
“Ah! What is it, Jonghyun!?!” Kibum asked happily, excitedly jumping to the living room, plopping down on the couch next to Jonghyun with the upmost joy from not being immediately kicked out of the dorm again, and the fact that Jonghyun actually wanted to talk to him, instead of running away.
Jonghyun glanced up quickly, upon finding Kibum plopping down happily next to him a little too closely. He half smiled uneasily as he put his hands on Kibum’s shoulders and scoot him backwards a little bit more. Kibum only kept his smile though.
After a moment, Jonghyun slowly away from Kibum’s happy smile, as he glanced down at the vacuumed-for-the-first-time carpet. Was he really going to say what he was planning to say? Wouldn’t it only encouraging Kibum in the wrong way even more? Was this really okay to do? However, his mother’s words just came back to him.
“Don’t worry, angel. I know you’ll make the right choice. You’re a smart boy. Just choose whatever is right for you and whatever you want, and will make you happy, alright, Baby? Don’t worry. I know it’ll be alright.”
Jonghyun half sighed. He didn’t know what he wanted, but he did know that he didn’t want Kibum to go away from him again, hating his guts to the core. He knew he cared about Kibum...it was just he didn’t know what to do. Did he really love him? Was he really still in love with the ridiculous diva? No way. Even if it were anywhere in his heart, he would never allow himself to admit it. But...if he chased Kibum out of his life now...he knew he’d regret it. He didn’t know his feelings well enough to make any sort of move like that. So...it was decided. He was actually going to say what he was planning to say. He pressed his lips together tightly with thought before looking back to Kibum slowly.
“Kibum...ann....I...” He started off, but found the words hard to escape as Kibum continued to stare at him with happy eyes. He quickly yanked his eyes away from him, trying to regain his momentum. He took in another breath before attempting again.
“Unn...look...I know that since you’ve come back...I’ve been a mess.” He started, slowly. “And...I really have been. Actually, you’ve shocked me so much that I can’t even sleep or drink coffee-my two talents besides singing!” He snapped loudly. “I’m really pissed about that!”
This was replied by a soft giggle from Kibum, and Jonghyun had to try his best to ignore it in order to keep going at the pace that he had been at, before he got too confused and just ran away again. He swallowed a little before looking back towards Kibum again.
“W-well, actually, more than that...I want to...” He swallowed his stubbornness as if it pained him. “...apologize for running away from you the way I have up until now. I guess I’ve treated you unfairly.” He muttered, after a moment.
Kibum’s whole face light up like a toyshop on Christmas Eve before opening his mouth happily to make his happy reply and moving forwards, towards Jonghyun quickly, probably in an attempt to try to hug him tightly.
However, as Kibum leaned forwards, he only found himself ending up slamming his mouth into the cup of Jonghyun’s palm, being silenced at once, before he even had the chance to say a single word.
“Aaaaang!!!” Jonghyun shrieked as he quickly hurried to slap his hand against Kibum’s mouth in order to slice him before he got to say anything. “No speaking! If you speak, you’ll say something that will throw my delicate train of thoughts and I’ll never ever be able to get to say what I’m trying to say!!”
Kibum looked down at Jonghyun’s hand on his mouth, diva-side obviously not happy with Jonghyun’s less-than-clean hand over his beautifully plump lips, but Kibum-side enjoying the contact with the one he had missed so much for the last four years. He seemed to think whether to let Diva-Key or Kibum take over, before making a muffled noise in some sort of agreement to Jonghyun, but kept his lips against Jonghyun’s hand.
Jonghyun let out a slight and relieved sigh as Kibum (in one way or another) agreed to remain quiet, but still kept his hand on his mouth for good measures. You could never be too careful with Kibum.
“Look, Kibum,” Jonghyun started after a moment, picking back up his thread of thoughts, trying to get his words out the best he could. “Okay, Kibum, I’m in NO WAY okay with the fact that you continuously sneak into my empty dorm room when I’m not even at home, and somehow managed to steal yourself a set of my keys, and not only let yourself in (uninvited), but go through my stuff and decide to do home improvement with my dorm. Actually, I find it really, really uncommonly freaky, unfeeling and utterly stalkerish...but....” He paused to push out what he had to say (an also to take a breath after the very long sentence).
“I don’t hate you, Kim Kibum. And even though it’s completely and utterly impossible at this point in time for me to go back with you and become the way that we were before...I know I’ll regret it if I chase you out of my life and cut ties with you again.”
Kibum looked up quickly; eyes flashing with surprise and delight, but continued to stay quiet and listen to everything that Jonghyun had to say.
Jonghyun stopped his speech before slowly forcing himself to look into the eyes of his lifelong friend again. Was he really saying everything that he had thought about saying? This was sure to encourage Kibum more, and in a negative (at least for Jonghyun) way. Maybe he should rethink this....no. He knew it was true. There were many things he didn’t know, but he knew that this much was true. He would just have to swallow his pride and worries and say it.
“S-so...Kibum...from now on...I want to be able to talk to you normally again, okay? I don’t want to have to run away from you every time you sneak into my dorm. How about we start over, and try to deal with this as friends again...okay?” Jonghyun found himself asking, after a moment.
Kibum’s whole face light up, and his eyes smiled as widely and brightly as eyes could smile as he made a light and delighted muffled noise in agreement, but still didn’t make any sort of reply.
Jonghyun sat impatiently for a few moments before pressing his lips together with frustration and impatience to Kibum answering his proposition. “Well? Are you going to accept? It’s never been like you to stay quiet for so long (believe me, I know)....wait, do you like stalking me or something? You’ve gotten creepy with age, Kibum!” He asked, after a moment, impatiently.
Kibum seemed to lose out to his Diva-Key side before glaring at his hand, and moving his mouth around to show it was still covering it, making some sort of sarcastic remark from under Jonghyun’s fingers as he pointed at his hand.
Jonghyun made a face to hide his expression of stubborn acceptance of a mistake before quickly removing his hand from Kibum’s mouth. “A-ah...sorry...” He muttered after a moment. He honestly had forgotten he had still been gagging Kibum. It was no wonder why he was so obedient.
However, the moment that Jonghyun moved his hand, and his strong arm was no longer keeping Kibum back and at bay, Jonghyun found himself being plowed over by an completely and overly elated Kibum, and found himself being pressed backwards into the (luckily dusted for the first time) sofa cushions. Obviously Diva-Key had subdued for a short while, and Kibum was aloud to be the overly happy and obnoxious teenage-like boy that he really was under his pettiness (Jonghyun was the same, under his cynicalness, he was really quiet obnoxious).
“Yeoboooo! I’m so happy!!” Kibum chirped happily in Jonghyun’s ear as Jonghyun continued to be crushed under him, suffocated by his way too feminine and overpowering sweet cologne, and crushed against the newly beaten and dust free couch.
“I promise I’ll definitely work hard to make myself your best friend again, and I won’t give up on getting you back no matter what!! I won’t chase Tiffany away anymore than I already have, but I want to meet her with you!! Just give me a week, and most two, and I’ll make you fall back in love with me! I know you can’t resist me!! Then we can be together again happily-ah, but don’t worry, I let you go slow at first! I just want to be with you again, Jonghyun. The most important thing to me right now is just having you back in my life! I can wait to be loved by you until you admit to yourself that you’re crazily in love with my resistible sexiness! Until then, I’m really happy to hear you say all this, Jonghyunnie!!!” The long and loud voice came streaming out of the small boy’s body, seemingly all in one breath.
Jonghyun was left sitting, wide eyes as Kibum stopped smothering him and sat him back up on the couch, as Kibum hurried around to grab a few things on the clean counters of his dorm, before glancing over his shoulder as he reached the door and smiling.
“You look tired though, Yeobo. Eat the dinner and milk I made for you, it’s healthy. And I think that you’ll sleep better in your bed now, I got you new sheets. And I got better body wash for you....” Kibum began saying, as he started going on and on about all he had bought for Jonghyun, before cutting himself off. “B-but, more than anything, I want you to get better. It’s not like you being so serious and not obnoxious. I’ll leave now and let you eat and sleep, but I’ll see you soon, Honey, I promise!! Love you!” He sang happily, as he opened the door and let himself out of the dorm, just as easily as he let himself in.
Jonghyun just sat, a little dumbstruck at Kibum’s quick actions, blinking as he was left on the couch, looking at the door that Kibum had so easily let himself out of, before waiting for any sort of answer. Anyway, since when did he start calling him Yeobo?
“Did....I encourage him in the wrong way....?” Jonghyun was left thinking with much confusion.
~~~~~~~~~~~~
The innocent and un-expecting empty hallways of the peaceful five star hotel were immediately contaminated with the loudness of an overly happy young man, screaming, shouting, laughing and dancing with joy as if he were a sixteen year old girl who had just been asked to prom by the class hotie.
“Miiinhoo! Minho! Guess what!?! I’m so happy!! Minhoo~~kekeke!!” Kibum’s happy shouts echoed from outside the shared hotel room.
Minho, who had always been a quiet being who liked to be surrounded by quiet beings, opened the door slowly after a moment, and seemed to rub the back of his neck as if Kibum’s loud, high pitched and happy squeals had some how hurt it. However, the next thing that the poor unaware Choi Minho knew, Kibum had happily attached himself around him, and buried his head happily in his chest.
“I’m so happy, Minho~~” Kibum giggled against Minho’s collarbone. “I think I’m really getting through to him. I’m really going to get him back this time!!!”
Minho stayed completely still, and stared over Kibum’s shoulder into a distance far away, staring through the wall at absolutely nothing. He heard Kibum’s words, and he knew he was talking about how much he loved Jonghyun, but all that Minho could focus on right then was the way Kibum had accidently yanked down the collar of his shirt a little in the tightness of his embrace, and the feeling of Kibum’s breath against the skin of his collarbone. The hotness that crawled across his cheeks as Kibum continued to hug him tightly, and burry his head against his chest. The way Kibum’s lips would move against his chest as he formed each of his happy words, always ending the sentence with “Jonghyun”. It was a little too much for Minho to handle, but he knew it wasn’t good to allow himself to enjoy it so much.
~~~~~~~
*Growl. Rumble. Growl.*
Jonghyun kept staring down at the plate below him, and held his stomach tighter.
“Eat it. It’s made, it’s ready, it’s hot. It’d be a waste if you didn’t...” Jonghyun heard his mind echoing. He smiled widely before taking another step towards the food.
“Nooo, wait, Jonghyun! Think about it first!” Another voice suddenly shouted in his head, causing for his feet to come to a screeching stop, high topped dark blue Reeboks squeaking on the tile floor. “If you go and eat his cooking now, it’ll be as if you’ve already given into him! You can’t go back to being with him! Don’t give in!!!”
“No, no, that’s ridiculous. It’s delicious food that Kibum had made just for you, Jonghyun.” The other voice reasoned, after a moment. “Not only would it be freakishly evil not to eat it, but it would be a waste not to. Eat it. Eat it now.”
Jonghyun’s second mind’s voice was about to make its reply before Jonghyun quickly shook it out, being driven insane with hunger, while the scent of the meal that Kibum had made for him (sitting on the counter with a light towel over it to keep it warm) started smelling heavenly.
He smiled happily with the fact that he was indeed going to eat a nicely cooked meal for the first time in months (he normally made himself a nice meal of instant hot and sour bowl noodle for dinner when he was on his own as he normally was) and slowly moved his hand to take off the towel. However, the moment he saw what was on the plate, his heart fell sad.
Spaghetti. Jonghyun had not even looked at the long and memory filled noodles for the last four years of his life. For it was spaghetti...the last meal he had gotten to eat with Kibum before having to leave him for what he thought would be forever. Kibum had made spaghetti the night that Jonghyun said goodbye to him for the last time because his umma and appa were both out on a business trip, and Kibum had wanted to make Jonghyun one of his favorite meals since it was the first time at night that they were alone in a house together, and the two dined on the wonderfully-made Kibum meal, laughing and playing with it by throwing it on the walls, and whacking each other in the face with it...not forgetting to try to reply a scene of Lady And The Tramp.
Jonghyun let out a quiet breath, trying his best not to remember the night and regret moving on, but as he took his fork and gently played with the noodles, remembering the smile on Kibum’s face as he whipped him with it, and the softness of his lips when the noodle brought them against his...Jonghyun felt a lump grow in his throat, and forbade himself from realizing that there were tears in his eyes from crying, not because Kibum used too much onion.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~`
My Note: (It's here, it's finally here! I've finally finished this uber long chapter!) Wellp, you finally know you who the girl is! How do you feel? Plus, I hope that you don't hate Jonghyunnie anymore. I hope this explained his feelings a little better. I think the length of this chapter should make up for the boring chapter before. Sorry! MORE JONGKEY FROM NOW ON. (And more MINKEY too, actually) Yup, JongKey will become more more in the next few chapters (you shall see~)
Oh, and I didn't get to proof read this (I've been soooo busy), so sorry for the typeos.
Chapter 18: DEAL
Couple: JongKey/MinKey/JongxGirl (you'll find out who~~)
Rated; PG
Genre: Romance, Drama, Triagnle, CRACK (Keke)
Disclaimer: I Do Not Own SHINee, or Girls Genration, or Lady and The Tramp (haha)
Summary: Jonghyun cracks a deal with Kibum, trying not to run away from his true feelings anymore, and realizes that he'd regret leaving Kibum behind again more than he would have ever thought. Minho struggles with accepting his feelings for Kibum, and Kibum has a new victum of hatred as he comes in contact with Jonghyun's new girlfriend.
Jonghyun stepped in front of his dorm’s door and stared nervously at its knob. He knew what was inside of his dorm room, and he knew that it would cause for him to lose another night’s sleep. But, this time, he didn’t want to run away from it. This time he knew that he had to face it sooner or later, and he couldn’t keep running away from it...no matter how hard it seemed. So, he swallowed his nervousness the best he could and opened the door hesitantly.
“Kiiibumm, I’m home!” He sang into the dorm in a sing-song voice, half mocking his own misfortune and troubles, almost laughing at his own misery.
Kibum stuck his head up from what he was doing, and giggled happily as he jumped up from petting Roo behind the couch, and ran with the upmost happiness to the expecting Jonghyun.
“Ahh! Jonghyunnie, welcome home!! You were gone for so long! I started to worry about you not returning, you know? I had time to clean the whole entire dorm and make you dinner just in the time I waited for you today! I was worried that you’d try to run away again, but you’re too good to do that-I know now. I’m so glad!!” He sang, as he reached the older boy.
Jonghyun blinked as he continued to stand, completely and utterly dumbfounded by the younger. Just as Kibum had said, there they both stood, in a shining clean dorm room, the counters and appliances letting out gleams of shining cleanness as they sparkled.
“W-wahh...” Jonghyun muttered, more to himself, as he looked around his dorm room, completely confused by the whiteness and cleanness of his counters. “You got new counters too, by the look of it. They weren’t always white...”
Kibum half gagged as Jonghyun’s words took him back to the disgusting memory of having to clean those counters. “They were always supposed to be...” He muttered, after a moment.
Jonghyun ignored Kibum’s hint of his obvious and desperate need of improving his dormitory hygiene, and only kept looking around in amazement at how clean the dorm was, almost forgetting that it was Kibum who had done everything.
“Damn...you even sorted out the recyclables!” He muttered, more to himself. He had always been too lazy to try to buy and get together a separate bin just for the recyclables, and ended up always throwing them away. The guilt of throwing them away had been eating away at his soul since (“Stupid Jiminy” He would think). Kibum, however, was so sweet as to take away the guilt by sorting through his entire trashcan and salvaging his recyclables.
Suddenly, it struck Jonghyun like a smack across his face. Kibum had managed to steal away his keys, and snuck uninvited into his dorm (for the third time), and had not only snooped all around his whole entire dorm, but had GONE THROUGH HIS TRASH CAN. Jonghyun shuttered quickly. God only knows what he had done to his underwear drawer. His face flushed quickly before quickly turning and staring at Kibum again with huge eyes.
“KIBUM!” He snapped loudly, flailing around angrily. “I can’t believe you! You’ve really gone too far this time! You went through my trash!? Seriously!?! You actually went so far as to go through my trashcan!? Don’t you need some sort of search warrant for that!? This has to be illegal in someway! Or at least immoral! What about my privacy!? Seriously, god tell me that you stayed away from my underwear drawer!!” He snapped loudly.
Kibum glanced down and made a guilty half smile on his face, but chose not to use any words to answer the questions that Jonghyun had just screamed at him. He was totally freaking out over this. He was helping him clean his house, it just so happened that he had a chance to look through all of his ex-boyfriend's things and check up on his life.
“Well, I also had to raid your refrigerator too, if you put it that way. I mean, I had to get everything in order for making you dinner....” He muttered, unintentionally hurting himself more that he was helping himself. “I did you a favor and took out that nasty tuna. Oh, and although I’m proud, and I’m sure Umma would be proud of you too to see milk in your fridge, it was less past spoiled, and was completely solid (you really should drink more milk anyway, it’d do you good). So I went ahead and replaced all the rotten food with new and healthy foods. You drink too much beer, so I replaced it with chocolate soymilk instead; it’s good for you and tastes good too. Oh, and I put a lot of veggies in there for you too. Plus, your toilet smelt weird so I cleaned it and got you some air freshener. I hope you like tropical breeze ‘cause I figured floral would be too feni-“
“KIBUM! YOU’VE INVADED ANY PERSONAL SPACE I’VE EVER POSSED! YOU’VE GONE TOO FAR!” Jonghyun stopped him mid-sentence by screaming. “YOU’VE GONE WAY TOO FAR THIS TIME! GET OU-“ He was interrupted by a buzzing in his pocket and a loud chirp of his cellphone.
Ring ding dong, ding dong, ring-a-ding-ding-a-ding-ding-ding!
Jonghyun stopped his rampaging and glanced down slowly at his cellphone for a moment. Damn, Kibum had lucky timing. Kibum seemed to think so too and half smiled.
“It’s okay, Jongie, go ‘head and answer it, I don’t mind! I’ll wait for you to finish talking!” He chirped happily, thankful for his lucky timing.
Jonghyun pressed his lips together tightly and stubbornly, pouting slightly at how uncommonly lucky Kibum was that someone interrupted him kicking him out, before slowly pulling his cellphone out of his pocket and holding it up to his ear slowly.
“Y-Yeboseyo?” Jonghyun muttered after a moment, but still kept his eyes on Kibum. Suddenly, the voice on the other line caught him off guard. “Tiffany?”
Kibum looked away from the phone, plastering a strangely suspicious smile on his smug little face as he turned around and walked back towards Jonghyun’s kitchen, beginning to reheat the dinner he had made almost twenty minutes prior for Jonghyun.
“Jonghyun!! You haven’t answered your phone all week! What’s going on? I’ve tried calling you a million times!” Tiffany exploded on the other line of Jonghyun’s cellphone. “You promised me that you would call me last time we saw each other! That was already three days ago! What’s going on?”
Jonghyun blinked a few times as he tried his best to remember said promise of calling her three days ago. His life had become so busy and cloudy even to himself lately.
“I did?”
“YES! YOU DID!!!”
Jonghyun let out a half sigh. Kibum really did come in a shake up his whole life. He not only completely forgotten to call his girlfriend like he promised for three days, but he had almost even completely stopped thinking about her, stuck only thinking about Kibum.
There was an impatient noise on the other line of Tiffany impatiently waiting for her flakey boyfriend’s reply, but got too inpatient to wait for much longer than a few moments and let out a agitated huff before trying to clam herself down.
“Alright, never mind, it’s okay I guess. Onew told me that you went home sick from school on Saturday. I just wanted to call you to see if you were alright, so I guess I can’t fight with you right now.” She muttered, after a moment.
“Onew? Lee Onew? Why were you talking to that nerd? And why about me?” Jonghyun asked, momentarily completely forgetting about Kibum, who was still in his kitchen, going through his oven and fridge, until he heard his microwave go off beeping, and Kibum digging through his silverware drawer, and glanced back towards him.
“I saw him at that new chicken restaurant....oh!” Tiffany muttered after a moment (Lee Onew seemed to be their favorite ranting subject), but she suddenly remembered something. “Oh! By the way! I wanted to ask you something. Did you change your dorm phone number or something?” She asked, after a moment.
Jonghyun glanced away from watching Kibum as he stalked through his kitchen, before looking back towards his dorm phone, flashing a zero on it’s screen showing that there were no missed calls.
“No, I didn’t even know that you could change dorm phones’ numbers.” He muttered, after a moment, still looking at the phone. “Why?”
Tiffany made a low noise as she thought. “But, I’m sure that I have your phone number right. You’re the one who typed into my cellphone contact list, and I’ve called you on it a million time using the same number and I got through to you without a problem for six months already, when we first got together. Are you sure you haven’t changed it since last week when we talked on it last?” She asked, after a moment.
Jonghyun shook his head as he walked over to the other phone and began to look at it, seeing that it was plugged in just fine. He shrugged before picking it up and holding it up to his phone to listen to the dial tone.
“I’m sure that I haven’t changed it. I don’t even know how. Plus, the connection’s fine and it’s plugged in and everything. Why? Did it say that it was no longer in use or something! CRAP! Did I forget to pay my bills again!?” He asked quickly, starting to sweat. Stupid bills.
Kibum glanced up slowly from what he was doing in the kitchen and glanced back towards Jonghyun again, and made a muffled muttering noise as he looked at the phone.
“No. Stop freaking out, Jonghyun. It said it was in order and was ringing correctly. Anyway, I was with you when you paid the bill last time...” Tiffany muttered, after a moment. “It’s just that no matter how many times I redialed or hit the ‘recall’ button on my received calls section, I always got this strange guy on the receiving end telling me that I got the wrong number and telling me not to call anymore.”
Jonghyun stopped completely as an idea stuck him, and looked up quickly as his eye was caught by the guilty smile on Kibum’s face, and how Kibum, as soon as their eyes met, looked away from him and turned around, making himself busy in kitchen again, humming this completely innocent and happy tune (the kind of music that Kibum had and would never would enjoy let alone hum normally), and went back to what he had been doing guiltily.
“Do you have any idea why I might have gotten the wrong number so many time in a row?” Tiffany asked, after a moment of thought.
Jonghyun continued to glare to glare at Kibum’s back angrily as Kibum purposely kept his eyes away from Jonghyun’s stare, and only made a muffled growl for a reply to his girlfriend.
“Yeah...I think I have a hunch....” Hr muttered, moving the phone from his ear immediately and slamming it shut forcefully, not even walking for a reply before he started marching over towards Kibum dangerously.
Kibum sweated a little as he felt Jonghyun’s hard eyes on his back, and heard him stop behind him, crossing his arms impatiently, continuing to steam as he burned wholes in his back with his angry eyes.
“Say, Kibum, you don’t have any idea why my girlfriend has been getting trouble while calling the same phone number that we’ve been using to talk to each other with for the last six months, getting some guy saying that it was the wrong number and to stop calling EVERY SINGLE TIME SHE CALLS MY PHONE is!?!” The small and unhappy creature screamed loudly.
Kibum sweated a little bit more before slowly turning around the best he could to meet Jonghyun’s angry death glare, continuing the lean his back against the counter so there would be enough space between him and the angry boy in front of him.
“E-eh...th-that’s strange...I wouldn’t know...” He stuttered out, after a moment. “Are you sure you paid your phone bill?” He tried.
Jonghyun continued to keep his harsh eyes on him. “You really don’t have any idea, Kibum?” He asked, after a moment, seeing through Kibum’s pathetic act, already an experienced Kibum-lie-buster.
Kibum half smiled and scratched the not-itch on the back of his head and laughed out his incredible nervous the best he could.
*Kibum thirty-eight hours ago*
*Ring ring.* Kibum glanced up slowly from digging through Jonghyun’s trashcan, and reading every crumpled paper that he could find, upon hearing his phone ringing. He slowly glanced towards the front door, wondering if Jonghyun were to walk into at any moment, before making up his mind. He half smiled before slipping off the hot-pink plastic gloves, and walking towards the phone.
“Yeboseyo?” He asked happily, after a moment, picking up Jonghyun’s dorm phone and answering it as casually as if it were his own cellphone.
There was a slight pause on the other line before a confused sounding girl’s voice replied to his answer. “U-ugh...Jonghyun?” She asked, hesitantly.
“Who’s this?” Was the only reply.
The woman on the other line only made a nervous noise at the question, obviously aware that it wasn’t Jonghyun, but confused as to why they hadn’t told her it was the wrong number. “U-umm...it’s Tiffany. Is...this Jonghyun?” She asked after a moment, slightly nervously
Kibum scoffed at the name. He had noticed it on the back of the picture of Jonghyun and his new pretty little trophy girlfriend and saw it in a couple of letters that had been in Jonghyun’s trashcan. So this was the wretched girlfriend, huh?
“This is not Jonghyun. You have the wrong number. Please don’t call again.” The jealous diva snapped quickly, into the phone.
Tiffany made an obviously troubled noise before stuttering out an apology. “A-ah! I’m sorry! I’ll be sure to check my number. Sorry to waste you time!” She stuttered.
Kibum made something close to an apathetic grunt at the apology before hanging back up the phone. “Stupid girl. Don’t call him anymore.” The diva muttered.
However, before he could even turn around to go back to snooping through Jonghyun’s things again, the phone began ringing loudly again. Kibum’s contented smile slipped off his face a little before slowly turning back around and picking up the phone again. “Yeboseyo?” He asked, after a moment, bluntly.
“U-unnh...J-Jonghyun?” Tiffany stuttered, after a moment.
“THIS ISN’T JONGHYUN! YOU HAVE THE WRONG NUMBER!”
With that, there was only the beeping of the other line hanging up quickly in Tiffany’s ear. “Wh-what the heck?” She thought, after a moment.
~~~~~~
*Kibum seven hours ago*
Kibum smiled contently as he finished putting new, high quality cotton sheets onto Jonghyun’s bed, making sure that he had made the genuinely rock-hard mattress of the dorm’s bedroom as soft as it possibly could be. He was glad that he had gotten to go to a house-comforts store with Minho to buy Jonghyun things. These were sure to make him feel more comfortable already.
Suddenly, there was something that pulled Kibum happy smile off of his face and made him stop fluffing Jonghyun’s pillows.
*Ring, ring, ring*
“Again?” Kibum thought, as he stopped making Jonghyun’s bed comfortable and patted his hands against the thighs of his tight jeans before walking slowly towards Jonghyun’s living room, towards his dorm-phone. As he reached it, he slowly picked it up.
“Yeboseyo?” He asked, after a moment, not at all surprised to find the shocked noise of the prior day’s pest making her annoying breathing noise.
“A-ah, did I get the wrong number again!? Is this not Jonghyun again?” Tiffany asked quickly.
Kibum’s eyes slanted with a glare at the phone before putting the back of his wrists on his hips and walking a few steps forward. This chick really was annoying. He had to do something to get her to stop calling Jonghyun somehow.
“Listen, this is Jonghyun, ‘kay girly?” The possessive diva growled after a moment, glaring out the windows as he marched around the living room. “Obviously you have the wrong number so make sure that you actually have it right before calling back again. We’re very busy here and we don’t have time to keep having you calling us all the time. Maybe you just weren’t meant to call Jonghyun. Perhaps even, he doesn’t want to talk to you so he gave you a bogus number or changed his phone number. Maybe you should just give up on calling him in general. Anyway, I don’t want to talk to you either. Goodbye.”
And, with that, without even waiting for a response from Tiffany, Kibum hastily hung up and phone and marched back into Jonghyun’s dorm to continue improving it.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Jonghyun continued to keep his harsh eyes on Kibum as he younger began scratching the back of his head nervously. “You really don’t have any idea, Kibum?” He asked, even though he wondered why he even bothered to ask. He knew Kibum was lying. He had practically lived with Kibum for the first sixteen years of his life, and he was very able to see through his lies.
Kibum laughed again nervously before shaking his head again. “N-no....I-I have no idea!” He stuttered, slowly, trying his best to flash his best attempt of puppy eyes at Jonghyun.
Jonghyun let out an annoyed breath before backing up from Kibum again, and walking out of the sparkling clean kitchen, and plopping down on the not trash-covered coach in his living room. What was the point of screeching at Kibum about telling Tiffany not to call him anymore? It’s not like he didn’t know it was going to happen sooner or later. (He shuttered at the very memory of much Kibum had screamed at Jessica, the popular, skinny, blonde, big boobed, really annoying cheerleader, that had the guts to even try to ask Jonghyun to the prom junior year.) He wasn’t even sure if he wouldn’t regret it if he chased Kibum away already.
“Aish...listen, Kibum...I need to talk to you seriously.” Jonghyun found himself finally sighing out, glancing back towards the kitchen.
Kibum stopped the middle of perfecting the dinner he had made before looking back at Jonghyun, his bright eyes shining with happiness as he smiled his perfect smile, lighting up his beautiful face with happiness at Jonghyun’s semi-soft words.
“Ah! What is it, Jonghyun!?!” Kibum asked happily, excitedly jumping to the living room, plopping down on the couch next to Jonghyun with the upmost joy from not being immediately kicked out of the dorm again, and the fact that Jonghyun actually wanted to talk to him, instead of running away.
Jonghyun glanced up quickly, upon finding Kibum plopping down happily next to him a little too closely. He half smiled uneasily as he put his hands on Kibum’s shoulders and scoot him backwards a little bit more. Kibum only kept his smile though.
After a moment, Jonghyun slowly away from Kibum’s happy smile, as he glanced down at the vacuumed-for-the-first-time carpet. Was he really going to say what he was planning to say? Wouldn’t it only encouraging Kibum in the wrong way even more? Was this really okay to do? However, his mother’s words just came back to him.
“Don’t worry, angel. I know you’ll make the right choice. You’re a smart boy. Just choose whatever is right for you and whatever you want, and will make you happy, alright, Baby? Don’t worry. I know it’ll be alright.”
Jonghyun half sighed. He didn’t know what he wanted, but he did know that he didn’t want Kibum to go away from him again, hating his guts to the core. He knew he cared about Kibum...it was just he didn’t know what to do. Did he really love him? Was he really still in love with the ridiculous diva? No way. Even if it were anywhere in his heart, he would never allow himself to admit it. But...if he chased Kibum out of his life now...he knew he’d regret it. He didn’t know his feelings well enough to make any sort of move like that. So...it was decided. He was actually going to say what he was planning to say. He pressed his lips together tightly with thought before looking back to Kibum slowly.
“Kibum...ann....I...” He started off, but found the words hard to escape as Kibum continued to stare at him with happy eyes. He quickly yanked his eyes away from him, trying to regain his momentum. He took in another breath before attempting again.
“Unn...look...I know that since you’ve come back...I’ve been a mess.” He started, slowly. “And...I really have been. Actually, you’ve shocked me so much that I can’t even sleep or drink coffee-my two talents besides singing!” He snapped loudly. “I’m really pissed about that!”
This was replied by a soft giggle from Kibum, and Jonghyun had to try his best to ignore it in order to keep going at the pace that he had been at, before he got too confused and just ran away again. He swallowed a little before looking back towards Kibum again.
“W-well, actually, more than that...I want to...” He swallowed his stubbornness as if it pained him. “...apologize for running away from you the way I have up until now. I guess I’ve treated you unfairly.” He muttered, after a moment.
Kibum’s whole face light up like a toyshop on Christmas Eve before opening his mouth happily to make his happy reply and moving forwards, towards Jonghyun quickly, probably in an attempt to try to hug him tightly.
However, as Kibum leaned forwards, he only found himself ending up slamming his mouth into the cup of Jonghyun’s palm, being silenced at once, before he even had the chance to say a single word.
“Aaaaang!!!” Jonghyun shrieked as he quickly hurried to slap his hand against Kibum’s mouth in order to slice him before he got to say anything. “No speaking! If you speak, you’ll say something that will throw my delicate train of thoughts and I’ll never ever be able to get to say what I’m trying to say!!”
Kibum looked down at Jonghyun’s hand on his mouth, diva-side obviously not happy with Jonghyun’s less-than-clean hand over his beautifully plump lips, but Kibum-side enjoying the contact with the one he had missed so much for the last four years. He seemed to think whether to let Diva-Key or Kibum take over, before making a muffled noise in some sort of agreement to Jonghyun, but kept his lips against Jonghyun’s hand.
Jonghyun let out a slight and relieved sigh as Kibum (in one way or another) agreed to remain quiet, but still kept his hand on his mouth for good measures. You could never be too careful with Kibum.
“Look, Kibum,” Jonghyun started after a moment, picking back up his thread of thoughts, trying to get his words out the best he could. “Okay, Kibum, I’m in NO WAY okay with the fact that you continuously sneak into my empty dorm room when I’m not even at home, and somehow managed to steal yourself a set of my keys, and not only let yourself in (uninvited), but go through my stuff and decide to do home improvement with my dorm. Actually, I find it really, really uncommonly freaky, unfeeling and utterly stalkerish...but....” He paused to push out what he had to say (an also to take a breath after the very long sentence).
“I don’t hate you, Kim Kibum. And even though it’s completely and utterly impossible at this point in time for me to go back with you and become the way that we were before...I know I’ll regret it if I chase you out of my life and cut ties with you again.”
Kibum looked up quickly; eyes flashing with surprise and delight, but continued to stay quiet and listen to everything that Jonghyun had to say.
Jonghyun stopped his speech before slowly forcing himself to look into the eyes of his lifelong friend again. Was he really saying everything that he had thought about saying? This was sure to encourage Kibum more, and in a negative (at least for Jonghyun) way. Maybe he should rethink this....no. He knew it was true. There were many things he didn’t know, but he knew that this much was true. He would just have to swallow his pride and worries and say it.
“S-so...Kibum...from now on...I want to be able to talk to you normally again, okay? I don’t want to have to run away from you every time you sneak into my dorm. How about we start over, and try to deal with this as friends again...okay?” Jonghyun found himself asking, after a moment.
Kibum’s whole face light up, and his eyes smiled as widely and brightly as eyes could smile as he made a light and delighted muffled noise in agreement, but still didn’t make any sort of reply.
Jonghyun sat impatiently for a few moments before pressing his lips together with frustration and impatience to Kibum answering his proposition. “Well? Are you going to accept? It’s never been like you to stay quiet for so long (believe me, I know)....wait, do you like stalking me or something? You’ve gotten creepy with age, Kibum!” He asked, after a moment, impatiently.
Kibum seemed to lose out to his Diva-Key side before glaring at his hand, and moving his mouth around to show it was still covering it, making some sort of sarcastic remark from under Jonghyun’s fingers as he pointed at his hand.
Jonghyun made a face to hide his expression of stubborn acceptance of a mistake before quickly removing his hand from Kibum’s mouth. “A-ah...sorry...” He muttered after a moment. He honestly had forgotten he had still been gagging Kibum. It was no wonder why he was so obedient.
However, the moment that Jonghyun moved his hand, and his strong arm was no longer keeping Kibum back and at bay, Jonghyun found himself being plowed over by an completely and overly elated Kibum, and found himself being pressed backwards into the (luckily dusted for the first time) sofa cushions. Obviously Diva-Key had subdued for a short while, and Kibum was aloud to be the overly happy and obnoxious teenage-like boy that he really was under his pettiness (Jonghyun was the same, under his cynicalness, he was really quiet obnoxious).
“Yeoboooo! I’m so happy!!” Kibum chirped happily in Jonghyun’s ear as Jonghyun continued to be crushed under him, suffocated by his way too feminine and overpowering sweet cologne, and crushed against the newly beaten and dust free couch.
“I promise I’ll definitely work hard to make myself your best friend again, and I won’t give up on getting you back no matter what!! I won’t chase Tiffany away anymore than I already have, but I want to meet her with you!! Just give me a week, and most two, and I’ll make you fall back in love with me! I know you can’t resist me!! Then we can be together again happily-ah, but don’t worry, I let you go slow at first! I just want to be with you again, Jonghyun. The most important thing to me right now is just having you back in my life! I can wait to be loved by you until you admit to yourself that you’re crazily in love with my resistible sexiness! Until then, I’m really happy to hear you say all this, Jonghyunnie!!!” The long and loud voice came streaming out of the small boy’s body, seemingly all in one breath.
Jonghyun was left sitting, wide eyes as Kibum stopped smothering him and sat him back up on the couch, as Kibum hurried around to grab a few things on the clean counters of his dorm, before glancing over his shoulder as he reached the door and smiling.
“You look tired though, Yeobo. Eat the dinner and milk I made for you, it’s healthy. And I think that you’ll sleep better in your bed now, I got you new sheets. And I got better body wash for you....” Kibum began saying, as he started going on and on about all he had bought for Jonghyun, before cutting himself off. “B-but, more than anything, I want you to get better. It’s not like you being so serious and not obnoxious. I’ll leave now and let you eat and sleep, but I’ll see you soon, Honey, I promise!! Love you!” He sang happily, as he opened the door and let himself out of the dorm, just as easily as he let himself in.
Jonghyun just sat, a little dumbstruck at Kibum’s quick actions, blinking as he was left on the couch, looking at the door that Kibum had so easily let himself out of, before waiting for any sort of answer. Anyway, since when did he start calling him Yeobo?
“Did....I encourage him in the wrong way....?” Jonghyun was left thinking with much confusion.
~~~~~~~~~~~~
The innocent and un-expecting empty hallways of the peaceful five star hotel were immediately contaminated with the loudness of an overly happy young man, screaming, shouting, laughing and dancing with joy as if he were a sixteen year old girl who had just been asked to prom by the class hotie.
“Miiinhoo! Minho! Guess what!?! I’m so happy!! Minhoo~~kekeke!!” Kibum’s happy shouts echoed from outside the shared hotel room.
Minho, who had always been a quiet being who liked to be surrounded by quiet beings, opened the door slowly after a moment, and seemed to rub the back of his neck as if Kibum’s loud, high pitched and happy squeals had some how hurt it. However, the next thing that the poor unaware Choi Minho knew, Kibum had happily attached himself around him, and buried his head happily in his chest.
“I’m so happy, Minho~~” Kibum giggled against Minho’s collarbone. “I think I’m really getting through to him. I’m really going to get him back this time!!!”
Minho stayed completely still, and stared over Kibum’s shoulder into a distance far away, staring through the wall at absolutely nothing. He heard Kibum’s words, and he knew he was talking about how much he loved Jonghyun, but all that Minho could focus on right then was the way Kibum had accidently yanked down the collar of his shirt a little in the tightness of his embrace, and the feeling of Kibum’s breath against the skin of his collarbone. The hotness that crawled across his cheeks as Kibum continued to hug him tightly, and burry his head against his chest. The way Kibum’s lips would move against his chest as he formed each of his happy words, always ending the sentence with “Jonghyun”. It was a little too much for Minho to handle, but he knew it wasn’t good to allow himself to enjoy it so much.
~~~~~~~
*Growl. Rumble. Growl.*
Jonghyun kept staring down at the plate below him, and held his stomach tighter.
“Eat it. It’s made, it’s ready, it’s hot. It’d be a waste if you didn’t...” Jonghyun heard his mind echoing. He smiled widely before taking another step towards the food.
“Nooo, wait, Jonghyun! Think about it first!” Another voice suddenly shouted in his head, causing for his feet to come to a screeching stop, high topped dark blue Reeboks squeaking on the tile floor. “If you go and eat his cooking now, it’ll be as if you’ve already given into him! You can’t go back to being with him! Don’t give in!!!”
“No, no, that’s ridiculous. It’s delicious food that Kibum had made just for you, Jonghyun.” The other voice reasoned, after a moment. “Not only would it be freakishly evil not to eat it, but it would be a waste not to. Eat it. Eat it now.”
Jonghyun’s second mind’s voice was about to make its reply before Jonghyun quickly shook it out, being driven insane with hunger, while the scent of the meal that Kibum had made for him (sitting on the counter with a light towel over it to keep it warm) started smelling heavenly.
He smiled happily with the fact that he was indeed going to eat a nicely cooked meal for the first time in months (he normally made himself a nice meal of instant hot and sour bowl noodle for dinner when he was on his own as he normally was) and slowly moved his hand to take off the towel. However, the moment he saw what was on the plate, his heart fell sad.
Spaghetti. Jonghyun had not even looked at the long and memory filled noodles for the last four years of his life. For it was spaghetti...the last meal he had gotten to eat with Kibum before having to leave him for what he thought would be forever. Kibum had made spaghetti the night that Jonghyun said goodbye to him for the last time because his umma and appa were both out on a business trip, and Kibum had wanted to make Jonghyun one of his favorite meals since it was the first time at night that they were alone in a house together, and the two dined on the wonderfully-made Kibum meal, laughing and playing with it by throwing it on the walls, and whacking each other in the face with it...not forgetting to try to reply a scene of Lady And The Tramp.
Jonghyun let out a quiet breath, trying his best not to remember the night and regret moving on, but as he took his fork and gently played with the noodles, remembering the smile on Kibum’s face as he whipped him with it, and the softness of his lips when the noodle brought them against his...Jonghyun felt a lump grow in his throat, and forbade himself from realizing that there were tears in his eyes from crying, not because Kibum used too much onion.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~`
My Note: (It's here, it's finally here! I've finally finished this uber long chapter!) Wellp, you finally know you who the girl is! How do you feel? Plus, I hope that you don't hate Jonghyunnie anymore. I hope this explained his feelings a little better. I think the length of this chapter should make up for the boring chapter before. Sorry! MORE JONGKEY FROM NOW ON. (And more MINKEY too, actually) Yup, JongKey will become more more in the next few chapters (you shall see~)
Oh, and I didn't get to proof read this (I've been soooo busy), so sorry for the typeos.