because i don't want a fluffy wedding
Title: Marriage (should be like this)
Pairing: JongKey
Rating: PG
Genre: Maybe it's fluffy?
I wondered how Key's vows would sound at his wedding...if he were to marry Jjong and this happened. By far, the worst thing I've written since I misspelled my name on my final.
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I can't promise you I'll be friendly in the mornings or that I won't hog the blanket on the couch. I can't promise you that I won't get bored or that I won't annoy you. I can't promise you that I'll be the same person every day of the year. I can't promise you that I'll stick to the agreed terms of engagement. I can't promise you that I'll be fair or a good listener. I can't promise you that I'll give you my all each day, that I'll notice whenever you change your hair, or compliment you when you're feeling insecure. I can't and I won't promise you anything I couldn't do for myself, so no moons or stars or "forevers" just me. Me with my caterpillar eyebrows, my blunt mannerisms, my shameless self promotions. Me with all of my careless gesturing, my loud and prudish laugh. I can promise you that much. That this flawed person will be there, not everyday, not every hour, but in that moment when everyone else has left you, when the cold become freezing, and your skin turns to dust, I'll be there. Me, just me, with a made-up face and honest eyes, a pout that seems to last an eternity, and open arms
The guests all ah in unison and Jonghyun stumbles, tries to remain perfectly still, staring fully into Key's eyes, searching for a lie, for any indication that he should turn around and run, back home, back to safety, back to the security of his lonesome den. But his feet won't move. Not an inch, he's stuck there, the leather soles have fused to the carpet and he's melted in place. The preacher smiles at Key and Jonghyun, watery eyes all lit up, all pretty.
-Do you Kibum take this man Jonghyun to be your lawfully wedded husband?
-Yes.
And as he turns to repeat the question to Jonghyun, his eyes slam close, his mouth drops, and a firm "No" pushes past his lips.
-No. I need forever, I need it, I need it. The bed is cold at night, Kibum, it's freezing, no matter how much friction I create, no matter how high the thermostat, it's freezing. I can't. I want it all, all of you. I want you in the morning when you hate to be seen. On those drunk Friday nights I want you to stumble across my threshold, I can't just have you when you're comfortable giving yourself to me. So no, I don't take you Kibum to be my lawfully wedded husband, unless you will be mine in spite of your shortcomings, unless you will take off the mask and show me your vulnerability, let me inside your pain. That's how I want you, not this, not some show.
They stare. And they stare some more. And someone smacks their teeth in the back rows.
Hadn't they already discussed this? I told you he couldn't do it. What a waste of time. Why do this now?
Key just smirks, a telling smirk. His fingers glide up his chest and undo button after button, his hands pull open his shirt and each article drops easily to the floor, the muscles in his back flex, as small as they are and the crowd is afraid of what he might do next. But in a matter of seconds his shoes fly upwards and he's bending forwards, pulling off socks and pants and boxer briefs he bought the day before because Jonghyun needed to see this, that he wasn't afraid, that he wanted it.
And he nods to the preacher to continue, as people file out of the pews and down the aisle to be greeted by rain clouds and wind.
It was a perfect ceremony.
Pairing: JongKey
Rating: PG
Genre: Maybe it's fluffy?
I wondered how Key's vows would sound at his wedding...if he were to marry Jjong and this happened. By far, the worst thing I've written since I misspelled my name on my final.
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I can't promise you I'll be friendly in the mornings or that I won't hog the blanket on the couch. I can't promise you that I won't get bored or that I won't annoy you. I can't promise you that I'll be the same person every day of the year. I can't promise you that I'll stick to the agreed terms of engagement. I can't promise you that I'll be fair or a good listener. I can't promise you that I'll give you my all each day, that I'll notice whenever you change your hair, or compliment you when you're feeling insecure. I can't and I won't promise you anything I couldn't do for myself, so no moons or stars or "forevers" just me. Me with my caterpillar eyebrows, my blunt mannerisms, my shameless self promotions. Me with all of my careless gesturing, my loud and prudish laugh. I can promise you that much. That this flawed person will be there, not everyday, not every hour, but in that moment when everyone else has left you, when the cold become freezing, and your skin turns to dust, I'll be there. Me, just me, with a made-up face and honest eyes, a pout that seems to last an eternity, and open arms
The guests all ah in unison and Jonghyun stumbles, tries to remain perfectly still, staring fully into Key's eyes, searching for a lie, for any indication that he should turn around and run, back home, back to safety, back to the security of his lonesome den. But his feet won't move. Not an inch, he's stuck there, the leather soles have fused to the carpet and he's melted in place. The preacher smiles at Key and Jonghyun, watery eyes all lit up, all pretty.
-Do you Kibum take this man Jonghyun to be your lawfully wedded husband?
-Yes.
And as he turns to repeat the question to Jonghyun, his eyes slam close, his mouth drops, and a firm "No" pushes past his lips.
-No. I need forever, I need it, I need it. The bed is cold at night, Kibum, it's freezing, no matter how much friction I create, no matter how high the thermostat, it's freezing. I can't. I want it all, all of you. I want you in the morning when you hate to be seen. On those drunk Friday nights I want you to stumble across my threshold, I can't just have you when you're comfortable giving yourself to me. So no, I don't take you Kibum to be my lawfully wedded husband, unless you will be mine in spite of your shortcomings, unless you will take off the mask and show me your vulnerability, let me inside your pain. That's how I want you, not this, not some show.
They stare. And they stare some more. And someone smacks their teeth in the back rows.
Hadn't they already discussed this? I told you he couldn't do it. What a waste of time. Why do this now?
Key just smirks, a telling smirk. His fingers glide up his chest and undo button after button, his hands pull open his shirt and each article drops easily to the floor, the muscles in his back flex, as small as they are and the crowd is afraid of what he might do next. But in a matter of seconds his shoes fly upwards and he's bending forwards, pulling off socks and pants and boxer briefs he bought the day before because Jonghyun needed to see this, that he wasn't afraid, that he wanted it.
And he nods to the preacher to continue, as people file out of the pews and down the aisle to be greeted by rain clouds and wind.
It was a perfect ceremony.