Want - oneshot
Title: Want
Pairing: broken!JongKey and MinKey
Genre: fail!Angst
Summary: Weddings are supposed to be happy
A/N: For sarangshinee08 unnie! She requested some MinKey but my bias self had to put JongKey in there, even if they are broken. Haha, also, replaying Leona Lewis’s Happy MV helped me a bunch!!
He stood in the doorway, shaking away his fears and gazing at the beautiful structure before him. He admired the way the porcelain hand made its way into the charcoal hair and down to the onyx bowtie for adjustments. Everything that he could describe him with was too much to say in one breath, so instead, he whispered,” Breath taking.” He took about five deep breaths of air before entering the empty room.
He leaned on the wall, seeing his reflection next to the boy’s. The young one looked up and a deep dimple smile appeared, causing Jonghyun to tingle with joy. Kibum made his way over to him and turned around, pointing to the Velcro strap on the collar,” You mind?” Jonghyun took the two strips and connected them, turning the taller one around to take in the whole outfit. He opened his mouth slightly and let his round eyes wander all over the grown man,” You look, wow, you look beautiful. Seriously, absolutely wonderful.” He looked in the mirror before sitting down to fan himself with a brochure he picked up. He was nervous and Jonghyun was just the friend that helped him before he got married off. Just that friend.
Jonghyun POV
His hand extended over the table to grasp mine, I looked up to meet those warming almond eyes of his. He grinned and his thumb went up and down over my front fingers,” Could you go check how many people there are outside?” I nodded and was released by his sweet hold. I looked outside and Kibum begged me to pull it back in, he pointed his hand out the other door to the groom’s room,” Get me Jokwon, you can leave if you want after.”
I was obedient, maybe too much for my own good. I followed his directions my whole life, like a lost puppy that found a potential owner. But in this case, he was getting a different puppy, and using this one as just a guard. I thought that we would get married, one fine day in July next to the boats. But no, because he was already engaged and renting out a church. Sure, it pained me to see him with someone so handsome. But seeing how he could be close to me was enough, my life seems to only hold ‘enough’.
I peeked into the room that was booming with guys, yelling and laughing filled the small place. I skimmed my eyes over the crowd of men in search for a short person, I caught his eyes and whipped my hand towards me and he squeezed through the spaces. I pointed to the room,” Kibum wants to see you, I don’t know what it’s about though, go make sure.” He nodded and I went into the church aisle, just imagining how it would feel to watch him come down the length to meet me. His eyes would glisten and his perfect mouth corners would curl up at my stupid grin. I would take his hand and cradle it in mines, like all those times I did before when his soon-to-be husband hurt him.
I guess it was my fault for not stopping him from marrying some jerk that’ll hurt him sooner or later. If I had the strength to take him away I would, but, if his happiness means anything to me I wouldn’t. He’s my friend, and it seems as though we were only meant to be so close. After today, he isn’t my responsibility anymore. Although it seems wrong to give it away to him, it’s the right thing to do, even if it hurts its okay. The piano keys started and everyone turned their heads. I stole a glance at the groom; he was a statue in that suit, so proud and confident that it would take the smile off a two year old.
After all the minor people came out it was time for the main attraction. There wasn’t any disappointment when he made his way down the aisle, his arm firmly wrapped around his father’s and looking proudly into his fiancé’s eyes. How I envied how beautiful that look was, it was terribly lovely.
I watched the way their eyes met when exchanging vows, the way they automatically said those two dreadful words; I do. The way they walked down the carpeted aisle like they were the ideal couple for everyone. The way they seemed to be each other’s puzzle piece, as if they fit together perfectly, like a beautiful disaster waiting to happen.
They stopped at the last row which I was sitting in, I faked a smile and clenched my teeth,” Take care of him, Minho. He’s all yours now . . .” He smiled this gorgeous dead drop grin and gripped my shoulder a little too tight,” I will, I will.” There he goes, off to enter a world of marriage; without me. Even if I had a chance, I wouldn’t have the strength to snatch him away, if only my emotions weren’t: want.
Kibum POV
I waited for something, one thing that would have made me drop it all; I love you. I wanted to hear it, I needed to, I would’ve changed everything just to be with him. But all he did was hand me off, that is all he did. I guess life has its turns; it’s a shame that he never knew my feelings. Want.