We got married: Nagging couple [3/3]
Day Two: Late schedules
Today I was the only one with a full schedule. I was informed that they were shooting Jonghyun at the WGM house and that I shouldn’t be worried. Not like he was doing anything but sitting on his butt all day anyways. I went into the dorm to get changed and Taemin was eyeing me, running a free hand into his hair and extensions,” You know . . . I am so glad I have more lines now, I would rather sing more than be on a stupid show.” I pulled on my shirt and looked into the mirror to adjust my bangs,” I sing too, Tae.” He shook his head and started sharing the mirror,” No, you really only rap certain parts. But I, I have singing parts like Jonghyun and Onew hyungs.” I swung my bag over my shoulder with a force that Taemin backed away from. I scrunched up my face,” Do you not listen to the ‘whoa-u-oh’ in Lucifer? It is one good line, where is your whoa in it, huh? Actually, your voice is getting a little raspy, are you smoker now or something? And, no, you know what? Bye Taemin.”
I stormed out of the house and entered the van with a huff, slinging my bag onto the seat next to me. I took out my phone and touched the new text; it was a video of Jonghyun’s interview he did today. Not that I care or anything, but I should make sure he doesn’t say crap behind my back. I pressed play and I smiled at the sight of Jonghyun flustering,” Actually, I really like being on this show with Key, I wouldn’t want to have it with anyone else. Even if he said he wanted to do it with Nana, I’m glad we are.” I blushed and heard the noona’s voice,” Do you have anything you especially like about him?” He looked to the side, letting a smirk crawl up to his lips,” I have a lot. For starters, he is always caring for the members even if they try to send him away. When he gets angry he tries his best not to show it for the benefit of the group. And, well, he is easy to fall in love with, even if he doesn’t return it.” The noona was quiet, totally dazed from how heartfelt his answer was.
She smiled after coughing a little,” Is there something inevitable about him?” He nodded excitedly and placed his hands in his lap,” Sometimes he is just so cute, like I want to bite him. There was one time where we were on stage and he was doing this funny dance and he told me to look at him, but I tried to control my emotions because if I didn’t I would have kissed him right there. He can be really cute sometimes, even cuter than the maknae.” She cleared her throat,” Anything you would like to say to him?” He nodded and put all his attention to the camera,” Even if you don’t want me, even if you don’t love me, even if you don’t want anything to do with me; I’ll still love you.”
This couldn’t be real, it was fake right? Don’t let it get to you Kibum, you aren’t gay. Kim Kibum is not a freaking gay person that falls for his band member by listening to words! I let the words rerun in my mind when the van stopped. I got out and into the elevator, pushing the button for the eleventh floor. I took a few deep breaths to get back to normal, listening to the faint beeping that occurred every time we hit a new floor. A loud bump and the doors opened, I walked out and shoved the key in the slot. So this is what it feels like being on this side of the door; anxious.
I tugged at the knob and slid into the house; it smelled of cooking bulgogi. I slid in closer, my back against the wall and peeking into the kitchen on the side. Jonghyun was fully concentrated on the meat that was frying; he picked up a piece and chewed it cutely. He was cute, way too cute for his own being. And not just cute; but short, but it didn’t matter anymore. I ran full speed until I rammed into his body, he let out a thud and turned around, but he couldn’t see my face because it was implanted in his back. The soft smell of his cologne was inevitable as I inhaled it deeply, so much that I breathed it. My hands were firmly wrapped around his waist as I looked over his shoulder, the marinated meat was sizzling and he held up a piece. I slurped up the piece and chewed it into his shoulder blade. I could see that dorky grin on his face growing bigger and bigger.
I stayed like that until we reached the table, but I still had a leg over his. He was happy, I could tell; so was I. I didn’t even need to have my own plate, since I was eating out of Jonghyun’s chopsticks and fingers most of the time. Being taken care of was all I wanted, and now it seemed like a fantasy fulfilled.
We went into the bathroom for the last interview; it was to be of both of us together. We couldn’t find another chair so I was sitting on top of him; it must stink being short and old. The camera blinked red and the noona signaled,” So, after two days like this is there anything you would like to say?” Jonghyun jumped up,” Kibum is the biggest luck in my life.” I blushed light pink, and he lightly grabbed my knee. I knew then, I was married emotionally. We got married.
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WHY IS WRITIING A FRATERNITY FICCY SO HARDDDDDD!?!?
The next chapter might be posted around next week if I go on like this!