Hypothetically Speaking
Title: Hypothetically Speaking
Author: moi
Pairing: JongKey
Genre: Vignette
Rating: G
Disclaimer: Just borrowing~
Summary: Then again, not having him parade in your life would generally be a bad thing.
A/N: So, here's some more XD Wrote this on a whim; hope you enjoy. Comments are love~♥
"What would you ever do without me," he says, throwing a smile, and even though you know it was meant teasingly, the words stick in your head. What if.
You absentmindedly watch as he blows away the eyelash he carefully just took away from your cheek. Normally, you'd reply with some witty remark, but logic and words fail you, for some unexplainable reason. His phone rings and he's off to pick up, soon out of your sight.
You know you're not supposed to give too much thought over meaningless things -you're generally against it- but you can't help the way your brain works. The muscles in your body give up, making you sink further into the sofa, fluffy pillows swallowing you whole. What if he just left? What if he had never even shown up in the first place?
Actually, not even knowing he existed would make things better than practically losing him one day; you're sure he'd leave a Kim-Key-sized hole in your soul, or in some other part of yourself that's equally important, and you wouldn't want that.
Then again, not having him parade in your life would generally be a bad thing. There would be no person to get dorky with, no person picking eyelashes up from your cheek, no fingers brushing against your skin at random. Most importantly, there would be no human in your life to call yours.
He appears in the room again, mobile to his ear. He stands by the door frame and you observe.
"Are you stupid? Of course I didn't tell him," he replies to whoever it is he's speaking to and wickedly winks at you. That's another one, too. He trusts you a whole lot, even more than you thought he ever would. It's not like you became soulmates the moment you first saw each other; if anything, the looks you gave each other were, well, a little disapproving. But you came to love him and so did he, even though you're not that much of the vocal types. Although you insist he kind of is vocal... In a different department. Anyways.
His voice is tuned out now, your only functional sense right now being your sight. You stare as his right hand comes to rest on his waist, hip jutting out in that very familiar way. His eyes go sideways, a sign that he's about to hang up -and you have collected that small piece of information too, yes- so you stand up before he even does so.
He glances up at you for a tiny moment, probably startled at the sudden movement, and his finger reaches for the End Call button, just a second before you end up right in front of him.
"Jong-" his voice, or what you manage to hear, is questioning, but stops when your palm gently comes against his cheek, right thumb on his lips.
"I wouldn't even dare to think about it," you say, answering to a question long-forgotten, or so one would think, and he looks puzzled. You inch a little closer, your breath full on his face, and you doubt he understands.
When you bring your mouth against his, though, teeth nibbling at his lower lip for a second, his hands snake up all the way to your chest, finding that spot curved out for them. You feel him smile into the kiss; at least he got an answer.
Author: moi
Pairing: JongKey
Genre: Vignette
Rating: G
Disclaimer: Just borrowing~
Summary: Then again, not having him parade in your life would generally be a bad thing.
A/N: So, here's some more XD Wrote this on a whim; hope you enjoy. Comments are love~♥
"What would you ever do without me," he says, throwing a smile, and even though you know it was meant teasingly, the words stick in your head. What if.
You absentmindedly watch as he blows away the eyelash he carefully just took away from your cheek. Normally, you'd reply with some witty remark, but logic and words fail you, for some unexplainable reason. His phone rings and he's off to pick up, soon out of your sight.
You know you're not supposed to give too much thought over meaningless things -you're generally against it- but you can't help the way your brain works. The muscles in your body give up, making you sink further into the sofa, fluffy pillows swallowing you whole. What if he just left? What if he had never even shown up in the first place?
Actually, not even knowing he existed would make things better than practically losing him one day; you're sure he'd leave a Kim-Key-sized hole in your soul, or in some other part of yourself that's equally important, and you wouldn't want that.
Then again, not having him parade in your life would generally be a bad thing. There would be no person to get dorky with, no person picking eyelashes up from your cheek, no fingers brushing against your skin at random. Most importantly, there would be no human in your life to call yours.
He appears in the room again, mobile to his ear. He stands by the door frame and you observe.
"Are you stupid? Of course I didn't tell him," he replies to whoever it is he's speaking to and wickedly winks at you. That's another one, too. He trusts you a whole lot, even more than you thought he ever would. It's not like you became soulmates the moment you first saw each other; if anything, the looks you gave each other were, well, a little disapproving. But you came to love him and so did he, even though you're not that much of the vocal types. Although you insist he kind of is vocal... In a different department. Anyways.
His voice is tuned out now, your only functional sense right now being your sight. You stare as his right hand comes to rest on his waist, hip jutting out in that very familiar way. His eyes go sideways, a sign that he's about to hang up -and you have collected that small piece of information too, yes- so you stand up before he even does so.
He glances up at you for a tiny moment, probably startled at the sudden movement, and his finger reaches for the End Call button, just a second before you end up right in front of him.
"Jong-" his voice, or what you manage to hear, is questioning, but stops when your palm gently comes against his cheek, right thumb on his lips.
"I wouldn't even dare to think about it," you say, answering to a question long-forgotten, or so one would think, and he looks puzzled. You inch a little closer, your breath full on his face, and you doubt he understands.
When you bring your mouth against his, though, teeth nibbling at his lower lip for a second, his hands snake up all the way to your chest, finding that spot curved out for them. You feel him smile into the kiss; at least he got an answer.