SHINee fanfic: Of all the mistakes in history
Title: Of All the Mistakes In History
Pairing: Jongkey
Genre: angst covered by humor.
Rating: PG-16
Warnings: strong language. more alcohol & sexual references
Summary: Key wakes up from another "mistake" -- the best one night stand -- with his best friend.
Disclaimer: the guys belong to SM.
Length: 2/3 (1470 words) Part 3
Several stabs of yogurt, the connecting of his heel with the lower cabinet later -- Key is still pretty sure he still has some amount of alone time left. But hearing kicks in once more -- ruins that -- because scratching of a scalp can be heard from the direction of the bedroom.
A miracle known as peripheral vision allows Key to know it’s Jonghyun (kinda obvious) and for some stupid-ass reason, decides it’s safe to take a full glance at him, and unfortunately his eyes choose to linger longer than he expected; Jonghyun had actually thrown on some pants, but they were skinny jeans and they hung comparatively low, underscoring his abs. Chest muscles flex as he shifts his position to lean on the doorframe and--
Key chokes and sputters, biting down on the metallic spoon, praying to God that his intoxicated affiliate won’t take notice. “Go put on a shirt,” he grinds out (his teeth are starting to hurt.) And he glares all the way as Jonghyun spins rather drunk-like back into the room.
He snorts, managing to roll his eyes (that doesn‘t really help the rather suggestive images flowing through his head though.)
“Jesus Christ, what happened?”
Keeps his attention on the empty yogurt cup. “We celebrated,” Key answers patiently. “Got wasted, just like you kindly implied.”
“Oh,” Jonghyun stumbles into the kitchen. “Anything besides that?” He manages to slur.
“N-no,” Key quickly says (almost chokes again), throws the spoon in the sink, hops off the counter to throw the cup of yogurt away only to realize that he didn’t replace the trash bag. “How are you feeling?” He asks, then curses himself inwardly as he pokes his head in the fridge.
“Better off dead.”
He reaches upwards, grabs a glass, messily pours some apple juice and offers it to Jonghyun. “Here.”
Jonghyun drinks the juice in small sips, wincing. “This sucks,” he groans -- that sounds a lot like a moan and Key twitches, keeping his gaze focused intently on Jonghyun’s bobbing Adam’s apple. “God, I thought drinking was supposed to be fun,” he rants -- to the best of his ability -- holds his forehead in his palm. “And this headache is a killer.” Key kinda tunes him out, though.
“You’re gonna be the death of me,” Jonghyun murmurs into his shoulder.
“Yeah? I’d much rather spend eternity with you, though,” Key whispers back. Jonghyun seems to blink and pause -- and he does, just for a moment.
Jonghyun plops down at the table with his glass of apple juice, foot hitting something that slightly clinks together near the leg of the table. “What the--” (Key’s mind snaps back to the present) Jonghyun stares dumbly under the table; so he feels compelled to look also and--
Oh, oh, under the table. He didn’t get rid of the--
“Damn, how much did we drink?”
More of the damning evidence is there, the thoroughly emptied bottles. Forgotten (until now) but grinning, and still saluting, like soldiers reporting for duty. A little too happy to be doing so.
It’s obvious they had been drunk. They both had been so drunk; Jonghyun and Key forgot all about the bottles, the alcohol pumping through their veins, turned their full attention to each other. Lips clashing, hands feeling and touching, hearts racing with anticipation, eager bodies not willing to wait--
Key’s knees almost give way and he grips the edge of the sink. “I dunno,” he says, eyes attempting to find something other than Jonghyun to stare down.
“Do you remember--?”
“Nope,” Key fully turns towards the sink, voice tight, pants tighter. “You want something for that headache?”
“Please,” Jonghyun begs and Key resists the urge to scream as he swiftly makes for the bathroom.
In his haste, Key had forgotten about his own headache (and the dizziness) so with the blur of his rapid movement, barges through the bathroom door and manages to trip and flip himself into the tub. Not too sure which number to assign to this mistake -- he lost count already.
Still somewhat dazed, he climbs out of the tub (prays that Jonghyun is too hung-over to notice the commotion) and sets to right himself, despite the dizziness. Things like this weren’t suppose to happen to him. He frowns into the mirror, grasps the edge of the sink.
“Why are you so pretty,” Jonghyun lays a trail of light kisses from Key’s lips to his collarbone, “so perfect,” fingertips travel from a toned chest to faintly visible abs.
Key’s laugh comes as a giggle. “That’s like asking why you’re so good at singing.”
“But can it really be compared--?”
Key cuts him off with a full kiss on the lips. “Maybe,” his mouth moves against the other boy’s and Key feels Jonghyun pull their bodies closer.
“Piece of shit,” Key howls.
“Kibum--?”
“--Just give me a minute,” he rummages through the bathroom cabinet. Finds a small box of Tylenols just as the door swings open.
“It really hurts--!”
“Take this,” Key hurriedly dumps a pill into Jonghyun’s hand, trying not to get too close. “Lemme, uh, take those bottles down to the dumpster now.” He suggests, doesn’t wait for a reply then brushes past Jonghyun back towards the table in the kitchen.
Being outside proves to be refreshing, the chilly wind nips at any exposed skin (surprisingly it felt good.) At least he was free from the crime scene, so that’s a plus. Goosebumps develop on Key’s arm, but he doesn’t take too much notice because it’s actually relaxing and the wind seems to take his increasingly dirty thoughts as it blows past.
Unfortunately those thoughts end up being replaced by as-innocent-as-could-be ones (and the air stream doesn’t seem to touch those)--
“Sometimes I wonder why you’re such a good Umma.”
“Huh,” Key contemplates punching Jonghyun, but drunken curiosity gets the best of him. “Go on.”
“Well, like,” and Jonghyun pauses, “sure you have your bitchy moments,” fingers idly play with the shell of Key’s ear. “But you always cook and clean, then when Taemin, Minho, and Jinki-hyung come over you’re like… I’unno, really caring and stuff.”
“Really? I never really-- I’m just like that, I guess,” Key rests his head on Jonghyun’s chest. “Though sometimes I wonder why you’re older than me.”
“What d’ya mean?”
“Let’s put it like this,” he begins to draw lazy patterns on Jonghyun’s stomach. “You’re like this little puppy,” then he sits up a bit. “This adorable little puppy that follows me around everywhere and I have to take care of him.” Key ruffles Jonghyun’s hair.
He grunts, grabbing Key’s wrist. “Yeah?” And Key just nods -- heart fluttering just a little as Jonghyun pulls him closer.
“This adorable little puppy is always there to protect you.”
Key’s breath catches in his throat as the words take their precious time to sink in.
… And Key will be incorrect to say that there never came a time where he wants to bash his head in so badly.
Key slinks through the threshold of the front door, stands in the doorway of the bedroom, hands on either side of the doorframe. “Hey, Jonghyun,” he starts, and can’t help but think that a slightly bent over Jonghyun with strands of hair in his face -- making his bed -- is an enticing sight. He really wouldn’t mind--
“What?”
Get your mind out the gutter.
“Never mind,” then Key loses his nerve.
Key turns the butter knife to the side, applying the mayonnaise to his sandwich. “Kibum,” this really looks a lot like--
What was that?
“Uh, yeah?”
“Look at what I found,” Jonghyun announces, and Key turns to face him as his eyes land on-- “Your earring.”
Nothing could cover that one up. “Oh,” and he’s doing his best to keep the panic out his voice. “Remember? We were singing karaoke last night, prancing around and stuff.”
“So?”
“So, I lost the back and took it off so it wouldn’t get lost.”
“That’s strange,” Jonghyun reports, thumb running over the piece of jewelry. “I don’t remember that.”
“You were drunk,” Key is lying as genuinely as he possibly can. “Nobody expects you to--”
“--But I do remember it getting snagged when I took off your shirt.”
Key busies himself with his sandwich, taking as large as a bite as he could. Without choking. This was not happening.
“Listen, Kibum,” Jonghyun growls. “Stop playing games,” thrusts the earring into the hands of its rightful owner (who almost faints right there). “If you don’t want it to happen again, it won’t. I don’t care if you don’t care. We’ll forget about it, if that‘s what you want.” Jonghyun stomps back into the bedroom, going at the sheets with a little more force than necessary.
Key thinks even that sandwich lost its taste now.
A/N: part two. part three (final) coming soon. whatcha think now? ;D
Pairing: Jongkey
Genre: angst covered by humor.
Rating: PG-16
Warnings: strong language. more alcohol & sexual references
Summary: Key wakes up from another "mistake" -- the best one night stand -- with his best friend.
Disclaimer: the guys belong to SM.
Length: 2/3 (1470 words) Part 3
Several stabs of yogurt, the connecting of his heel with the lower cabinet later -- Key is still pretty sure he still has some amount of alone time left. But hearing kicks in once more -- ruins that -- because scratching of a scalp can be heard from the direction of the bedroom.
A miracle known as peripheral vision allows Key to know it’s Jonghyun (kinda obvious) and for some stupid-ass reason, decides it’s safe to take a full glance at him, and unfortunately his eyes choose to linger longer than he expected; Jonghyun had actually thrown on some pants, but they were skinny jeans and they hung comparatively low, underscoring his abs. Chest muscles flex as he shifts his position to lean on the doorframe and--
Key chokes and sputters, biting down on the metallic spoon, praying to God that his intoxicated affiliate won’t take notice. “Go put on a shirt,” he grinds out (his teeth are starting to hurt.) And he glares all the way as Jonghyun spins rather drunk-like back into the room.
He snorts, managing to roll his eyes (that doesn‘t really help the rather suggestive images flowing through his head though.)
“Jesus Christ, what happened?”
Keeps his attention on the empty yogurt cup. “We celebrated,” Key answers patiently. “Got wasted, just like you kindly implied.”
“Oh,” Jonghyun stumbles into the kitchen. “Anything besides that?” He manages to slur.
“N-no,” Key quickly says (almost chokes again), throws the spoon in the sink, hops off the counter to throw the cup of yogurt away only to realize that he didn’t replace the trash bag. “How are you feeling?” He asks, then curses himself inwardly as he pokes his head in the fridge.
“Better off dead.”
He reaches upwards, grabs a glass, messily pours some apple juice and offers it to Jonghyun. “Here.”
Jonghyun drinks the juice in small sips, wincing. “This sucks,” he groans -- that sounds a lot like a moan and Key twitches, keeping his gaze focused intently on Jonghyun’s bobbing Adam’s apple. “God, I thought drinking was supposed to be fun,” he rants -- to the best of his ability -- holds his forehead in his palm. “And this headache is a killer.” Key kinda tunes him out, though.
“You’re gonna be the death of me,” Jonghyun murmurs into his shoulder.
“Yeah? I’d much rather spend eternity with you, though,” Key whispers back. Jonghyun seems to blink and pause -- and he does, just for a moment.
Jonghyun plops down at the table with his glass of apple juice, foot hitting something that slightly clinks together near the leg of the table. “What the--” (Key’s mind snaps back to the present) Jonghyun stares dumbly under the table; so he feels compelled to look also and--
Oh, oh, under the table. He didn’t get rid of the--
“Damn, how much did we drink?”
More of the damning evidence is there, the thoroughly emptied bottles. Forgotten (until now) but grinning, and still saluting, like soldiers reporting for duty. A little too happy to be doing so.
It’s obvious they had been drunk. They both had been so drunk; Jonghyun and Key forgot all about the bottles, the alcohol pumping through their veins, turned their full attention to each other. Lips clashing, hands feeling and touching, hearts racing with anticipation, eager bodies not willing to wait--
Key’s knees almost give way and he grips the edge of the sink. “I dunno,” he says, eyes attempting to find something other than Jonghyun to stare down.
“Do you remember--?”
“Nope,” Key fully turns towards the sink, voice tight, pants tighter. “You want something for that headache?”
“Please,” Jonghyun begs and Key resists the urge to scream as he swiftly makes for the bathroom.
In his haste, Key had forgotten about his own headache (and the dizziness) so with the blur of his rapid movement, barges through the bathroom door and manages to trip and flip himself into the tub. Not too sure which number to assign to this mistake -- he lost count already.
Still somewhat dazed, he climbs out of the tub (prays that Jonghyun is too hung-over to notice the commotion) and sets to right himself, despite the dizziness. Things like this weren’t suppose to happen to him. He frowns into the mirror, grasps the edge of the sink.
“Why are you so pretty,” Jonghyun lays a trail of light kisses from Key’s lips to his collarbone, “so perfect,” fingertips travel from a toned chest to faintly visible abs.
Key’s laugh comes as a giggle. “That’s like asking why you’re so good at singing.”
“But can it really be compared--?”
Key cuts him off with a full kiss on the lips. “Maybe,” his mouth moves against the other boy’s and Key feels Jonghyun pull their bodies closer.
“Piece of shit,” Key howls.
“Kibum--?”
“--Just give me a minute,” he rummages through the bathroom cabinet. Finds a small box of Tylenols just as the door swings open.
“It really hurts--!”
“Take this,” Key hurriedly dumps a pill into Jonghyun’s hand, trying not to get too close. “Lemme, uh, take those bottles down to the dumpster now.” He suggests, doesn’t wait for a reply then brushes past Jonghyun back towards the table in the kitchen.
Being outside proves to be refreshing, the chilly wind nips at any exposed skin (surprisingly it felt good.) At least he was free from the crime scene, so that’s a plus. Goosebumps develop on Key’s arm, but he doesn’t take too much notice because it’s actually relaxing and the wind seems to take his increasingly dirty thoughts as it blows past.
Unfortunately those thoughts end up being replaced by as-innocent-as-could-be ones (and the air stream doesn’t seem to touch those)--
“Sometimes I wonder why you’re such a good Umma.”
“Huh,” Key contemplates punching Jonghyun, but drunken curiosity gets the best of him. “Go on.”
“Well, like,” and Jonghyun pauses, “sure you have your bitchy moments,” fingers idly play with the shell of Key’s ear. “But you always cook and clean, then when Taemin, Minho, and Jinki-hyung come over you’re like… I’unno, really caring and stuff.”
“Really? I never really-- I’m just like that, I guess,” Key rests his head on Jonghyun’s chest. “Though sometimes I wonder why you’re older than me.”
“What d’ya mean?”
“Let’s put it like this,” he begins to draw lazy patterns on Jonghyun’s stomach. “You’re like this little puppy,” then he sits up a bit. “This adorable little puppy that follows me around everywhere and I have to take care of him.” Key ruffles Jonghyun’s hair.
He grunts, grabbing Key’s wrist. “Yeah?” And Key just nods -- heart fluttering just a little as Jonghyun pulls him closer.
“This adorable little puppy is always there to protect you.”
Key’s breath catches in his throat as the words take their precious time to sink in.
… And Key will be incorrect to say that there never came a time where he wants to bash his head in so badly.
Key slinks through the threshold of the front door, stands in the doorway of the bedroom, hands on either side of the doorframe. “Hey, Jonghyun,” he starts, and can’t help but think that a slightly bent over Jonghyun with strands of hair in his face -- making his bed -- is an enticing sight. He really wouldn’t mind--
“What?”
Get your mind out the gutter.
“Never mind,” then Key loses his nerve.
Key turns the butter knife to the side, applying the mayonnaise to his sandwich. “Kibum,” this really looks a lot like--
What was that?
“Uh, yeah?”
“Look at what I found,” Jonghyun announces, and Key turns to face him as his eyes land on-- “Your earring.”
Nothing could cover that one up. “Oh,” and he’s doing his best to keep the panic out his voice. “Remember? We were singing karaoke last night, prancing around and stuff.”
“So?”
“So, I lost the back and took it off so it wouldn’t get lost.”
“That’s strange,” Jonghyun reports, thumb running over the piece of jewelry. “I don’t remember that.”
“You were drunk,” Key is lying as genuinely as he possibly can. “Nobody expects you to--”
“--But I do remember it getting snagged when I took off your shirt.”
Key busies himself with his sandwich, taking as large as a bite as he could. Without choking. This was not happening.
“Listen, Kibum,” Jonghyun growls. “Stop playing games,” thrusts the earring into the hands of its rightful owner (who almost faints right there). “If you don’t want it to happen again, it won’t. I don’t care if you don’t care. We’ll forget about it, if that‘s what you want.” Jonghyun stomps back into the bedroom, going at the sheets with a little more force than necessary.
Key thinks even that sandwich lost its taste now.
A/N: part two. part three (final) coming soon. whatcha think now? ;D