SHINee fanfic: It'll work out
Title: It'll Work Out
Pairing: Jongkey, some 2Min
Genre: Extreme angst // happy ending
Rating: PG-16
Warnings: broken hearts, alcohol & sexual references
Summary: Key is bluffing, and he's at it again -- Jonghyun is a bit tired of it all.
Disclaimer: prompt from the shinee pairing/prompt generator, and they don't belong to me (sadly)
Length: oneshot. 2696 words.
He watches him. He takes in how he acts around others; the group members, himself, fans and everyone in between. He’s even following him with his eyes now, how he distributes the food on plates to give to the members (a mother, in a way). And he’s pretty hungry himself.
Then he’s walking in his direction, plate of food in his hand, sets it down in front of him. “Thanks, Key,” he says, smiling. A glare is his reply and he subconsciously gulps.
Everyone digs into their food, compliments to Key go around the table; mild chatter sets in. But Jonghyun is silent (and he’s still watching Key from the corner of his eye.) “Hey Key,” he tries again. “Can you pass the dipping sauce?” By now he’s seething, everyone feels it (the chatter stops) and Key roughly shoves the requested item across the table.
The pause is too great. “Is there something wrong--?”
“--Eat your food, Taemin.” Key’s voice is so harsh, so sharp, that it makes Minho -- sitting on the other side of the table --- wince inwardly.
It secretly hurts everybody.
*
The music is playing from his radio softly, and Jonghyun is humming, singing just as softly along with the lyrics of broken hearts and frozen tears coming from it. He shuts the radio off abruptly because he hears it again. The talking -- giggling -- he hears it faintly coming through the wall (Key is at it again).
He opens the door, quietly, cranes his neck around the frame, looks into the small living room. Jonghyun’s suspicions are confirmed because he sees it. Key really is at it again. But he’s not that surprised either.
It hurts a little (he’s kinda kidding himself because it hurts a lot). It hurts to see Key’s arm around the shoulders of a girl. They’re sitting on the couch, his hand is holding her chin up and he pecks her mouth; she giggles. He winces as Key’s hand caresses her shoulder. “You like that, don’t you?” Jonghyun hears him say. There’s an “Oh Kibum,” her hand travels down his covered, toned abdomen, then they’re locked into a heated kiss.
It hurts Jonghyun more than anything.
*
Later, Jonghyun resists the urge to jump when Key comes barging through the bedroom door, they’re both frenzied, her hand is unbuckling his belt and he’s hastily removing her bra.
“Your roommate is in here,” she whispers.
He can feel Key glance at him. “It doesn’t matter,” he says. “He’s a heavy sleeper.” But he’s lying. He knows better than anyone else about Jonghyun’s sleeping habits.
He hears -- almost feels -- Key’s bed depress under their weight and he knows they’re touching, undressing. And much later he can hear her gasps and moans and groans -- Key’s grunts too -- he silently wishes for them to shut up. (Because it really hurts.)
Jonghyun’s not too sure about the clenching in his chest, but he knows it’s Key’s fault.
*
Jonghyun wakes up, no alarm clock, (he can’t believe he actually fell asleep last night.) His eyes travel to Key’s bed, he’s expecting someone to be lying next to him, but he’s there by himself, shirtless, the sheet covering his body from the waist down. He’s still asleep, but he doesn’t bother to wake him up. Just gets dressed and leaves the room.
*
“Hyungs, please tell me that I’m not the only one who heard what happened last night,” Taemin sighs. Minho wraps his arm around his shoulders in a sort of comforting way and slowly shakes his head.
“I know Jonghyun didn’t get much sleep last night,” Onew jokes and Jonghyun laughs it off before any hurt can surface to his face, then the room is serious again. “There’s something going on with him.”
“Yeah. Any guesses?”
It goes quiet.
“I think,” Minho starts (everyone’s attention is on him because he actually spoke). “He’s mad at someone,” and he pauses, bites his lip in thought. “I would say it’s Jonghyun hyung, by the way he’s acting.”
“Oh, it makes sense,” Taemin says softly. “How he acted at the dinner table last night…”
Onew is a bit skeptical. “Are you sure it’s not one of his prolonged mood swings?” Minho nods and Onew sighs.
“What happened between you two now?”
“Well, I don’t,” Jonghyun pauses. “I seriously don’t know. He just sort of--”
The door to Key’s and his room opens, a very disgruntled Key steps out in the direction of the kitchen.
“Hey, Key,” Onew says loudly. “We all heard what you did last night!” In response, he stops, sucks his teeth and gives an angry glare (his eyes are a little red so it’s a bit unnerving.)
“Um, yeah,” the leader whispers, turning back to them. “Jonghyun, you talk to him.”
*
From sitting in between Minho and Jonghyun on the couch, Taemin spots Key from the corner of his eye. He’s dressed to go somewhere and curiosity gets the best of him. “Umma,” he says as Key nears the door. “Where ya going?”
He picks the keys up from the table, “Out.” He simply replies, opens the door and closes it behind him.
Hours later, he’s back and Taemin is asleep on Minho’s shoulder. Still on the couch, Minho and Jonghyun are laughing at a comedy program on the T.V (Onew is on the computer.) The door closes, the laughter stops also (so does the typing, but no one really notices that.)
“You’ve been out for a while,” Onew says dryly.
“Yeah, and?” He shrugs his jacket off and heads for the bathroom.
“And it’s almost one o’clock in the morning,” Jonghyun stands up, walks over to him so that he’s blocking his way. “Plus you smell like smoke.”
“So, what?” Key snorts. “Move.”
“Where were you?”
“I said I was out,” he hisses and shoves him out the way; stomps into the bathroom, slams the door and locks it. Jonghyun sighs.
*
Jonghyun is at the gym; he needs to relieve some stress. He’s in the weight-lifting section of the building and he can’t believe it -- he thinks he’s going crazy -- because there he is, he’s looking at him but he doesn’t know he’s there. Key is lifting weights and Jonghyun is a bit above speechless.
“Hey,” he approaches him, smirking; tries his luck. “I didn’t know the Almighty Key worked out.” Promptly ignored, also.
But he tries again anyway. “Seriously, is there something wrong? When did you start working out?” He still doesn’t answer though.
“Key--?”
“--Shut up, Jonghyun hyung,” he growls.
The honorific scares Jonghyun in a way.
*
Again, it’s happening, a replay of the other night. He’s feeling on her curves, lips locked, her hands are running down the skin of his arms; over toned muscles. They’re pressed hard together, his finger tips are creeping up her thigh now; she moans. And it’s hot, and Jonghyun cannot stand it.
Torture. He’s being tortured.
*
Again, and again. The same as last night, but he’s with someone else. A man. His hand is stuffed down the waistband of his pants, the guy is touching him roughly, the kisses are biting, but Key is inviting it all. Keening and moaning, like he’s truly, whole-heartedly, enjoying it.
This time, Jonghyun is fed up; he can’t take anymore. He’s done, and he’s off the bed and across the room so fast (before Key can say a word). “Out,” he spits, grabs the man by the back of his shirt. “Get the fuck out.” Drags him out his room, to the front door, he opens it, and he tosses the guy out like a rag doll. He slams the front door, stomps back to the room (slams that door too). Key is in the same spot, staring at him, dumbfounded.
“Key,” he starts, walking to where he’s still slumped against the wall. “Why?” He’s standing in front of him now. There’s no response, but he’s recovered from his initial shock.
Jonghyun’s fingertips run along Key’s jaw line. “Key, what’s wrong with you?” His body visibly stiffens at the touch, but he relaxes some as his knuckles graze his cheek.
“I’m fine,” he says, but he doesn’t look him in the eye.
“You’re lying, and you know it. You put on this bad boy act, whore yourself out and you tell me you’re fine,” he doesn’t care if he’s getting loud now, doesn’t care if the members in the other room can hear him (pretty sure they’re listening anyway), but he’s had enough. “There is something wrong with you, but you’re so goddamned wrapped up in yourself to tell anybody--”
“--I never asked you to fucking care--!”
“--Well, Kibum, I do fucking care. Everybody in this dorm fucking cares! I don’t know if this is some kind of test to see if we care what you do, but we do,” his fist connects with the wall. “Or if you’re just testing me, I probably failed, but god damnit Kibum, I fucking love you,” his voice cracks in the end, eyes on the brim of tears (he’s looking at the ground instead of Key), and it hurts; but he doesn’t cry. He’s too angry to cry.
“Don’t do it,” he hears him say and Jonghyun looks up. “I’ve heard it from you before. You’ve said it before. I get it, you love me. It doesn’t change anything, Jonghyun ah.” It’s cold all of a sudden. The words are so cold, and they pass through his lips so easily that Jonghyun believes them.
“Kibum, if you don’t accept it, just tell me already. I’m a man, I can take it--” but he’s cut off by Key’s finger to his lips; effectively hushing him. “I’m sorry,” Key mouths, and he brushes past Jonghyun. But Jonghyun doesn’t see that Key is on the verge of tears himself.
He’s almost at the door. “Don’t go,” he says and Key stops in his tracks. Jonghyun seizes the opportunity to wrap his arms around the slightly smaller boy’s waist from behind. “Please,” he whispers close to his ear and Key‘s hands are on his forearms with a reassuring squeeze.
Key stays by his side for that night.
*
When Jonghyun wakes up, he wakes up alone, but the spot next to him was still sort of warm; he hasn’t been alone that long.
Now, Key has been gone for a few days.
**
They’re all sitting at the dinner table, discussing the missing one.
“Jonghyun,” Onew clears his throat. “We, um, heard everything that happened that one night. You know…what you and he said and all.” But Jonghyun shrugs. He’s so numb, it doesn’t matter anymore. Onew continues, “I think that’s why he’s been gone for so long.”
“It was cruel what Key Umma said,” Taemin shakes his head. It made him want to cry just thinking about the words he spoke the one night (he’s surprised that Jonghyun hasn’t broken down yet just because of how cold-hearted Key could be.) Minho agrees with a sympathetic nod.
“He knows that I’m just a loyal dog, and I’ll keep running back to him even when he’s finished kicking and shoving me away. He just uses it to his advantage.”
Everyone silently agrees. And Jonghyun feels his heart clenching.
“Jonghyun hyung--?”
The front door swings open and Key comes stumbling inside, he’s pale and there’s something terribly wrong with him; he plays it off though. He’s tripping over his own feet and his eyes are glassy, so it‘s obvious.
“Key,” Onew stands up from his seat. “Are you alright?” He crashes into the wall, coughing.
“I’m okay,” he says in between coughs. He tries to make his way to his room, his disorientation is evident as he trips and falls over nothing in particular. Hits the floor hard, and Jonghyun is by his side in moments. He tries to help him up -- he’s cold to the touch. “Key?” He says and he gets a meek “I’m fine,” in response. Jonghyun looks up at the other members. “He smells like alcohol…” he drifts off, still trying to help Key to his feet.
“Is he…is he drunk?” Taemin asks.
“I don’t know,” and the worry is etched so deep in his voice that it even scares Minho.
“Taemin, and Minho, I think you should get him some water and the med kit,” Onew tells them. “I’ll go call a doctor, I think he has Alcohol Poisoning.” And everyone is scared right then and there.
They go and Jonghyun is still here, holding him. Key is becoming paler by the minute and the last time Jonghyun tries to get him to stand up, he crumples to the floor in a heap. “Key--Kibum!” He’s phasing in and out of consciousness (and it’s even scarier because he’s mumbling incoherent things too.) Jonghyun pulls him up so he’s at least sitting upright.
“Kibum, say something,” Jonghyun cups his chin and tilts his head so he’s looking into Key’s eyes -- eyes so glassy and fogged that the brown is barely noticeable, once so lively, now so dull. “Please.”
“Whazzat?” And Minho is back with the glass of water, forcing it to Key’s lips. He bites the edge of the glass cup -- tries to drink the water through his teeth -- but soon he’s hacking and coughing and choking and they’re thumping him on the back. He falls forward, his head is resting on Jonghyun’s shoulder, loosely holding on to him.
Taemin is back with the med kit, Onew is off the phone. “I described the situation to them. They said to keep him awake so he doesn’t pass out, they’re supposed to be sending a doctor over here right now,” he says, looking down to hide his watery eyes, and joins them on the floor. Jonghyun can feel how labored his breathing is, it’s so irregular that he’s unsure about how long Key can actually hold onto consciousness.
“He looks so bad,” Taemin wants to cry just looking at Key. He’s speaking for all of them.
Pause.
“Look,” (and everyone is silent because Key is speaking, trying to, at least). “Ifsh I die here, J-Jonghyun,” he pauses, and his breathing is so harsh that Jonghyun thinks he’ll really pass out. “I wants ya to k-know that I lovesh you too,” another pause. “Just too mush of ah cowrard to ah-admits it.”
“Key,” Jonghyun says (the tears are about to come because he feels them) “You’re not going to die.”
“Feels l-like it,” he whispers, his weak grip on Jonghyun slackens, closes his eyes; Key passes out.
And Jonghyun breaks down in front of everybody, buries his face in the crook of Key’s neck, and cries. Men aren’t supposed to cry, he knows that. Still, he shakes and sobs and cries until the paramedics come seven minutes later.
Even then, he doesn’t want to let Key go.
*
Onew was right; Key did have Alcohol poisoning and he was in the hospital for a few days. But he’s back in the dorm now, back to his old, old self. He’s smiling, laughing, joking again (Jonghyun is too). “I just realized how much I missed your laugh,” Key had said to him. “It’s so loud and annoying that it’s cute.”
Jonghyun is happy.
Even now, he’s definitely happy as Key is shirtless, pressing against him; hands traveling underneath his shirt and up his chest. His own hands around the slightly smaller boy’s waist, drawing him closer. Jonghyun palms Key’s -- aah -- through his skinny jeans and he goes to kiss and nip at his neck as Key hisses and moans directly in his ear. And he loves it.
“I love you,” Jonghyun softly sings in Key’s ear, pulls him into a heated, passionate, and sincere kiss (Key accepts it willingly.)
“S-Shut up,” he says as they part, but Jonghyun knows that Key is just too turned on -- horny -- to say anything else so he accepts that as a “I love you, too,” because that’s really what Key means.
He’s happier to know that Key is his. And he is Key’s, so it all works out.
A/N: FIRST SHINEE FIC!! :D it's angsty, i know ;-; happy ending ftw though. comment?
Pairing: Jongkey, some 2Min
Genre: Extreme angst // happy ending
Rating: PG-16
Warnings: broken hearts, alcohol & sexual references
Summary: Key is bluffing, and he's at it again -- Jonghyun is a bit tired of it all.
Disclaimer: prompt from the shinee pairing/prompt generator, and they don't belong to me (sadly)
Length: oneshot. 2696 words.
He watches him. He takes in how he acts around others; the group members, himself, fans and everyone in between. He’s even following him with his eyes now, how he distributes the food on plates to give to the members (a mother, in a way). And he’s pretty hungry himself.
Then he’s walking in his direction, plate of food in his hand, sets it down in front of him. “Thanks, Key,” he says, smiling. A glare is his reply and he subconsciously gulps.
Everyone digs into their food, compliments to Key go around the table; mild chatter sets in. But Jonghyun is silent (and he’s still watching Key from the corner of his eye.) “Hey Key,” he tries again. “Can you pass the dipping sauce?” By now he’s seething, everyone feels it (the chatter stops) and Key roughly shoves the requested item across the table.
The pause is too great. “Is there something wrong--?”
“--Eat your food, Taemin.” Key’s voice is so harsh, so sharp, that it makes Minho -- sitting on the other side of the table --- wince inwardly.
It secretly hurts everybody.
*
The music is playing from his radio softly, and Jonghyun is humming, singing just as softly along with the lyrics of broken hearts and frozen tears coming from it. He shuts the radio off abruptly because he hears it again. The talking -- giggling -- he hears it faintly coming through the wall (Key is at it again).
He opens the door, quietly, cranes his neck around the frame, looks into the small living room. Jonghyun’s suspicions are confirmed because he sees it. Key really is at it again. But he’s not that surprised either.
It hurts a little (he’s kinda kidding himself because it hurts a lot). It hurts to see Key’s arm around the shoulders of a girl. They’re sitting on the couch, his hand is holding her chin up and he pecks her mouth; she giggles. He winces as Key’s hand caresses her shoulder. “You like that, don’t you?” Jonghyun hears him say. There’s an “Oh Kibum,” her hand travels down his covered, toned abdomen, then they’re locked into a heated kiss.
It hurts Jonghyun more than anything.
*
Later, Jonghyun resists the urge to jump when Key comes barging through the bedroom door, they’re both frenzied, her hand is unbuckling his belt and he’s hastily removing her bra.
“Your roommate is in here,” she whispers.
He can feel Key glance at him. “It doesn’t matter,” he says. “He’s a heavy sleeper.” But he’s lying. He knows better than anyone else about Jonghyun’s sleeping habits.
He hears -- almost feels -- Key’s bed depress under their weight and he knows they’re touching, undressing. And much later he can hear her gasps and moans and groans -- Key’s grunts too -- he silently wishes for them to shut up. (Because it really hurts.)
Jonghyun’s not too sure about the clenching in his chest, but he knows it’s Key’s fault.
*
Jonghyun wakes up, no alarm clock, (he can’t believe he actually fell asleep last night.) His eyes travel to Key’s bed, he’s expecting someone to be lying next to him, but he’s there by himself, shirtless, the sheet covering his body from the waist down. He’s still asleep, but he doesn’t bother to wake him up. Just gets dressed and leaves the room.
*
“Hyungs, please tell me that I’m not the only one who heard what happened last night,” Taemin sighs. Minho wraps his arm around his shoulders in a sort of comforting way and slowly shakes his head.
“I know Jonghyun didn’t get much sleep last night,” Onew jokes and Jonghyun laughs it off before any hurt can surface to his face, then the room is serious again. “There’s something going on with him.”
“Yeah. Any guesses?”
It goes quiet.
“I think,” Minho starts (everyone’s attention is on him because he actually spoke). “He’s mad at someone,” and he pauses, bites his lip in thought. “I would say it’s Jonghyun hyung, by the way he’s acting.”
“Oh, it makes sense,” Taemin says softly. “How he acted at the dinner table last night…”
Onew is a bit skeptical. “Are you sure it’s not one of his prolonged mood swings?” Minho nods and Onew sighs.
“What happened between you two now?”
“Well, I don’t,” Jonghyun pauses. “I seriously don’t know. He just sort of--”
The door to Key’s and his room opens, a very disgruntled Key steps out in the direction of the kitchen.
“Hey, Key,” Onew says loudly. “We all heard what you did last night!” In response, he stops, sucks his teeth and gives an angry glare (his eyes are a little red so it’s a bit unnerving.)
“Um, yeah,” the leader whispers, turning back to them. “Jonghyun, you talk to him.”
*
From sitting in between Minho and Jonghyun on the couch, Taemin spots Key from the corner of his eye. He’s dressed to go somewhere and curiosity gets the best of him. “Umma,” he says as Key nears the door. “Where ya going?”
He picks the keys up from the table, “Out.” He simply replies, opens the door and closes it behind him.
Hours later, he’s back and Taemin is asleep on Minho’s shoulder. Still on the couch, Minho and Jonghyun are laughing at a comedy program on the T.V (Onew is on the computer.) The door closes, the laughter stops also (so does the typing, but no one really notices that.)
“You’ve been out for a while,” Onew says dryly.
“Yeah, and?” He shrugs his jacket off and heads for the bathroom.
“And it’s almost one o’clock in the morning,” Jonghyun stands up, walks over to him so that he’s blocking his way. “Plus you smell like smoke.”
“So, what?” Key snorts. “Move.”
“Where were you?”
“I said I was out,” he hisses and shoves him out the way; stomps into the bathroom, slams the door and locks it. Jonghyun sighs.
*
Jonghyun is at the gym; he needs to relieve some stress. He’s in the weight-lifting section of the building and he can’t believe it -- he thinks he’s going crazy -- because there he is, he’s looking at him but he doesn’t know he’s there. Key is lifting weights and Jonghyun is a bit above speechless.
“Hey,” he approaches him, smirking; tries his luck. “I didn’t know the Almighty Key worked out.” Promptly ignored, also.
But he tries again anyway. “Seriously, is there something wrong? When did you start working out?” He still doesn’t answer though.
“Key--?”
“--Shut up, Jonghyun hyung,” he growls.
The honorific scares Jonghyun in a way.
*
Again, it’s happening, a replay of the other night. He’s feeling on her curves, lips locked, her hands are running down the skin of his arms; over toned muscles. They’re pressed hard together, his finger tips are creeping up her thigh now; she moans. And it’s hot, and Jonghyun cannot stand it.
Torture. He’s being tortured.
*
Again, and again. The same as last night, but he’s with someone else. A man. His hand is stuffed down the waistband of his pants, the guy is touching him roughly, the kisses are biting, but Key is inviting it all. Keening and moaning, like he’s truly, whole-heartedly, enjoying it.
This time, Jonghyun is fed up; he can’t take anymore. He’s done, and he’s off the bed and across the room so fast (before Key can say a word). “Out,” he spits, grabs the man by the back of his shirt. “Get the fuck out.” Drags him out his room, to the front door, he opens it, and he tosses the guy out like a rag doll. He slams the front door, stomps back to the room (slams that door too). Key is in the same spot, staring at him, dumbfounded.
“Key,” he starts, walking to where he’s still slumped against the wall. “Why?” He’s standing in front of him now. There’s no response, but he’s recovered from his initial shock.
Jonghyun’s fingertips run along Key’s jaw line. “Key, what’s wrong with you?” His body visibly stiffens at the touch, but he relaxes some as his knuckles graze his cheek.
“I’m fine,” he says, but he doesn’t look him in the eye.
“You’re lying, and you know it. You put on this bad boy act, whore yourself out and you tell me you’re fine,” he doesn’t care if he’s getting loud now, doesn’t care if the members in the other room can hear him (pretty sure they’re listening anyway), but he’s had enough. “There is something wrong with you, but you’re so goddamned wrapped up in yourself to tell anybody--”
“--I never asked you to fucking care--!”
“--Well, Kibum, I do fucking care. Everybody in this dorm fucking cares! I don’t know if this is some kind of test to see if we care what you do, but we do,” his fist connects with the wall. “Or if you’re just testing me, I probably failed, but god damnit Kibum, I fucking love you,” his voice cracks in the end, eyes on the brim of tears (he’s looking at the ground instead of Key), and it hurts; but he doesn’t cry. He’s too angry to cry.
“Don’t do it,” he hears him say and Jonghyun looks up. “I’ve heard it from you before. You’ve said it before. I get it, you love me. It doesn’t change anything, Jonghyun ah.” It’s cold all of a sudden. The words are so cold, and they pass through his lips so easily that Jonghyun believes them.
“Kibum, if you don’t accept it, just tell me already. I’m a man, I can take it--” but he’s cut off by Key’s finger to his lips; effectively hushing him. “I’m sorry,” Key mouths, and he brushes past Jonghyun. But Jonghyun doesn’t see that Key is on the verge of tears himself.
He’s almost at the door. “Don’t go,” he says and Key stops in his tracks. Jonghyun seizes the opportunity to wrap his arms around the slightly smaller boy’s waist from behind. “Please,” he whispers close to his ear and Key‘s hands are on his forearms with a reassuring squeeze.
Key stays by his side for that night.
*
When Jonghyun wakes up, he wakes up alone, but the spot next to him was still sort of warm; he hasn’t been alone that long.
Now, Key has been gone for a few days.
**
They’re all sitting at the dinner table, discussing the missing one.
“Jonghyun,” Onew clears his throat. “We, um, heard everything that happened that one night. You know…what you and he said and all.” But Jonghyun shrugs. He’s so numb, it doesn’t matter anymore. Onew continues, “I think that’s why he’s been gone for so long.”
“It was cruel what Key Umma said,” Taemin shakes his head. It made him want to cry just thinking about the words he spoke the one night (he’s surprised that Jonghyun hasn’t broken down yet just because of how cold-hearted Key could be.) Minho agrees with a sympathetic nod.
“He knows that I’m just a loyal dog, and I’ll keep running back to him even when he’s finished kicking and shoving me away. He just uses it to his advantage.”
Everyone silently agrees. And Jonghyun feels his heart clenching.
“Jonghyun hyung--?”
The front door swings open and Key comes stumbling inside, he’s pale and there’s something terribly wrong with him; he plays it off though. He’s tripping over his own feet and his eyes are glassy, so it‘s obvious.
“Key,” Onew stands up from his seat. “Are you alright?” He crashes into the wall, coughing.
“I’m okay,” he says in between coughs. He tries to make his way to his room, his disorientation is evident as he trips and falls over nothing in particular. Hits the floor hard, and Jonghyun is by his side in moments. He tries to help him up -- he’s cold to the touch. “Key?” He says and he gets a meek “I’m fine,” in response. Jonghyun looks up at the other members. “He smells like alcohol…” he drifts off, still trying to help Key to his feet.
“Is he…is he drunk?” Taemin asks.
“I don’t know,” and the worry is etched so deep in his voice that it even scares Minho.
“Taemin, and Minho, I think you should get him some water and the med kit,” Onew tells them. “I’ll go call a doctor, I think he has Alcohol Poisoning.” And everyone is scared right then and there.
They go and Jonghyun is still here, holding him. Key is becoming paler by the minute and the last time Jonghyun tries to get him to stand up, he crumples to the floor in a heap. “Key--Kibum!” He’s phasing in and out of consciousness (and it’s even scarier because he’s mumbling incoherent things too.) Jonghyun pulls him up so he’s at least sitting upright.
“Kibum, say something,” Jonghyun cups his chin and tilts his head so he’s looking into Key’s eyes -- eyes so glassy and fogged that the brown is barely noticeable, once so lively, now so dull. “Please.”
“Whazzat?” And Minho is back with the glass of water, forcing it to Key’s lips. He bites the edge of the glass cup -- tries to drink the water through his teeth -- but soon he’s hacking and coughing and choking and they’re thumping him on the back. He falls forward, his head is resting on Jonghyun’s shoulder, loosely holding on to him.
Taemin is back with the med kit, Onew is off the phone. “I described the situation to them. They said to keep him awake so he doesn’t pass out, they’re supposed to be sending a doctor over here right now,” he says, looking down to hide his watery eyes, and joins them on the floor. Jonghyun can feel how labored his breathing is, it’s so irregular that he’s unsure about how long Key can actually hold onto consciousness.
“He looks so bad,” Taemin wants to cry just looking at Key. He’s speaking for all of them.
Pause.
“Look,” (and everyone is silent because Key is speaking, trying to, at least). “Ifsh I die here, J-Jonghyun,” he pauses, and his breathing is so harsh that Jonghyun thinks he’ll really pass out. “I wants ya to k-know that I lovesh you too,” another pause. “Just too mush of ah cowrard to ah-admits it.”
“Key,” Jonghyun says (the tears are about to come because he feels them) “You’re not going to die.”
“Feels l-like it,” he whispers, his weak grip on Jonghyun slackens, closes his eyes; Key passes out.
And Jonghyun breaks down in front of everybody, buries his face in the crook of Key’s neck, and cries. Men aren’t supposed to cry, he knows that. Still, he shakes and sobs and cries until the paramedics come seven minutes later.
Even then, he doesn’t want to let Key go.
*
Onew was right; Key did have Alcohol poisoning and he was in the hospital for a few days. But he’s back in the dorm now, back to his old, old self. He’s smiling, laughing, joking again (Jonghyun is too). “I just realized how much I missed your laugh,” Key had said to him. “It’s so loud and annoying that it’s cute.”
Jonghyun is happy.
Even now, he’s definitely happy as Key is shirtless, pressing against him; hands traveling underneath his shirt and up his chest. His own hands around the slightly smaller boy’s waist, drawing him closer. Jonghyun palms Key’s -- aah -- through his skinny jeans and he goes to kiss and nip at his neck as Key hisses and moans directly in his ear. And he loves it.
“I love you,” Jonghyun softly sings in Key’s ear, pulls him into a heated, passionate, and sincere kiss (Key accepts it willingly.)
“S-Shut up,” he says as they part, but Jonghyun knows that Key is just too turned on -- horny -- to say anything else so he accepts that as a “I love you, too,” because that’s really what Key means.
He’s happier to know that Key is his. And he is Key’s, so it all works out.
A/N: FIRST SHINEE FIC!! :D it's angsty, i know ;-; happy ending ftw though. comment?