Obsession 2/?
title: Obsession 2/?
author: jaaycakes
rating: PG or PG-13. Very few cussing, so.. I don't know?
pairing: Jongho (Jonghyun/Minho)
genre: Angst, Romance, Drama
summary: Jonghyun and Minho get closer. (LOL, sorry. I just.. no. I can't even.. Summaries are big fails with me ;-;)
Where are you, who was laughing until just now?
The morning following that faithful night, Jonghyun woke up with an unusually bright and blissful mood. If he were to explain why, he could have blamed - no he would have given credit to the dream he just had. It was weird, though, that Jonghyun even remembered his dream. He never remembered his dreams, even after just seconds of opening his eyes to the sunlight. But for some reason, he remembered this dream clearly that day. And every day after that.
“Yah, Minho, just leave it alone, will you? I fucking swear it doesn’t even hurt that bad. It’ll heal on it’s own,” Jonghyun complained, jerking his arm away from Minho’s touch for what seemed like the hundredth time.
“Damnit, Jonghyun. Why are you so stubborn? Just. let. me. help. you,” Minho replied, stressing every last word as he grabbed Jonghyun’s arm once again, this time with a tighter grip.
Jonghyun let out a sigh of defeat and let his arm relax under Minho’s care.
Letting out that sigh was like letting his guard down. Leaving his pride at the door. Because after that, Jonghyun’s attitude changed completely.
Or maybe it was Minho’s gentle, yet firm touch that felt so real. Maybe his touch softened Jonghyun. Maybe it’s what caused him to melt.
“And, done. Finally” Minho announced, inspecting Jonghyun’s now bandaged arm, satisfied with his own work.
“It only took a while, because someone over here is a stubborn little man who wouldn’t let me take care of him,” Minho joked, a smirk apparent on his face before he gently let go of Jonghyun’s arm.
Jonghyun only let out a knowing laugh in return, not bothering to continue the playful bantering. Instead, he took a different route, “Thanks Minho. I feel like I bother you too much because you always look out for me. You know I appreciate you helping me all the time, right?”
Minho laughed slightly, speaking softly, “Yeah, yeah. Whatever, you sap. You’re welcome. And, you know I love you right?”
Laying within the warmth of his bed, Jonghyun recalled the events in his dream that morning. As he did so, that scene stuck out the most, for obvious reasons. It took him by surprise, now that he was able to analyze the dream, brain completely awake. He hardly knew anything about the man he had spent only fifteen minutes with. He knew his name. He knew that he was caring. He knew that he was witty. He knew that he wasn’t afraid to speak his mind. Or at least, those were things he speculated.
But for some reason, even though he knew almost nothing certain about the man, except for his exceptionally good looks topped with flaming charisma, Jonghyun felt a certain attachment towards him. He felt emotions towards Minho that he hadn’t felt for anyone else in a while.
And although there was the dark thought that he would never see Minho ever again, Jonghyun still smiled for the rest of the morning, replaying the gentle laugh and the I love you in his head.
-
Kaein called one too many times that morning. If it was our average argument that I could easily get over, then I probably would have picked up the first time she called. If it was our average argument that I could easily get over, then I probably would have accepted her apologies the second she offered it. But as far as I can remember, it apparently wasn’t our average argument in my opinion, considering I ignored every attempt she made to apologize.
Or maybe she wasn’t trying to apologize. Maybe she wanted to argue more, and try to prove her thoughts were right. Whatever it was, I wanted to ignore it. Once my ringtone got to the point of annoyance, I angrily picked up my phone and turned it off. The silence after felt eerie, but I ignored it and grabbed a sweater. There was no way I was staying home. She knew where I lived.
Seeing as I didn’t sleep the night before, except for maybe an hour or two, because of my overflowing thoughts of both Kaein and that idiot Jonghyun, I decided to grab a coffee at a small local shop.
I was, and still am, a regular at that shop. All I had to do was walk in, wave and flash a pearly white smile at the cashier, and my order was already in the making. Not having to go through the process of waiting in line, thinking of what to order, and answering multiple questions saved, and still saves, me a lot of time. It allows me to find an empty table to sit at, relax, and enjoy whatever current book I was reading. I can’t remember exactly what book I held in my hands that day, but I do remember that I couldn’t pay attention to the book because I was distracted.
I saw the same idiot I saw the night before, walking towards the coffee shop with a bright smile on his face. I never thought I would see him again, despite my feelings of wanting to. So you can only imagine my surprise by his sudden appearance. But when we locked eyes the moment he walked in, I couldn’t help but smirk a bit. By the look on his face, it seemed that I wasn’t the only one pleased about running into each other again.
I watched his every move after our eyes lost contact. I remember wondering if he could feel my eyes following him, but I didn’t care. I continued watching him anyways, out of pure curiosity.
“I’ll... have a, um, white ch-, uh, white chocolate mocha, please,” I heard him order, stumbling a bit on his words. He seemed flustered, and I couldn’t help but chuckle softly to myself. Maybe he did feel my eyes trace his every move.
“Medium, thanks,” He seemed to have regained posture, but the awkward smile he offered the cashier told me otherwise. He definitely felt my eyes.
Jonghyun moved out of the way to wait for his order, letting the others behind him order. I then watched him as he shifted his weight from leg to leg, as he pulled out his phone to check for either the time or if he received anything, as he -
“Minho, your caramel machiatto’s ready,” I heard, somewhere in my mind. But I chose to ignore it, still busy observing Jonghyun. I don’t know what took over me at that moment, but I couldn’t snap out of it.
I continued watching him as he stuffed his phone back into his pocket, as he looked down at the floor then up at the ceiling, as he -
“Minho.. Minho,” I heard again, once more pushing the thought to the side.
I kept watching him as he puffed his cheeks a bit before letting air out of his mouth, and as he looked around the shop, seeming to ignore looking in my direction.
“Minho!” This one was a bit louder, but not loud enough.
At that moment, he quickly glanced at me with a questioning look on his face, and again we locked eyes for a few seconds.
“Yah! MINHO! Get your drink!” The sudden yelling and Jonghyun’s amused grin finally took me out of my daze before I realized my drink was ready.
It was my turn to be flustered as I stumbled my way towards the pick-up counter. As I walked, I could feel his eyes tracing my every movement.
“Thanks, Min. Sorry,” I apologized to the cashier, shooting her another glistening smile to redeem myself. She was used to me, though, and wasn’t taken aback by my smile. Instead, she scoffed and rolled her eyes, “Whatever, Minho. Whatever.” I laughed slightly, pulling out my wallet to pay for my drink. And before I could change my mind, I nodded towards Jonghyun behind me and quickly asked Min, “Hey, how much was that guys drink?”
She was obviously confused by the question, but slowly answered anyways. Before she could ask why, I had the exact amount of cash in my hand and shoved it into Min’s before walking back to my table.
I don’t know what it was that made me act like that around him during that time. I wasn’t even in love with him back then. Neither was I lusting for him. I was just... taken by him and his ways. Or perhaps I was lonely for not having Kaein to look over.
As I had expected, Jonghyun showed up at my table, mixed with confusion, thanks, and anger.
“Can I help you?” I asked him, with a satisfied, smug look on my face, ready to take his yelling.
The moment I spoke, it seemed as if Jonghyun lost all of his prepared words. It was as if he softened a bit. Almost like my presence and deep voice melted him like butter on a hot summer day. But he tried hard to not let it show.
“You.. Do you really think I’m that big of an idiot? I can pay for myself, you know!” Jonghyun argued, his voice not as loud or intimidating as I had half-expected it to be.
I looked up from my book, took one long sip from my hot beverage before finally answering, sarcastically, “Oh, no problem Jonghyun! You’re welcome, really. It was nothing.”
“Aish, you.. Don’t even... Just, here. Take this,” He slammed some money on the table, obviously frustrated with me.
Ignoring the money, and the current situation, I pushed the chair on the other side out from under the table with my long legs, “Want to sit?”
Surprisingly, Jonghyun didn’t miss a beat that time, “Only if you take the money.”
It took me a few seconds to get over the surprise of his ultimatum, but I finally shrugged and looked back down at my book, simply answering, “I don’t need the money. And I don’t need you to sit with me. I was simply offering you a seat. So you can either take the money and leave, or take the money and sit.” I was lying and bluffing through my teeth, and I couldn’t tell if Jonghyun knew that I was or not. Either way, I tried playing the nonchalant role off perfectly by, yet again, taking another long sip from my machiatto.
Defeated, Jonghyun took the money back and sat down in the pushed out chair.
I couldn’t help but smile, feeling accomplished. I opened my mouth, ready to comment on his act of defeat, but before I could, Jonghyun put his hand up and started speaking, “Thanks, okay? But I’m paying you back for the car ride, the jacket, and the coffee, got it?”
I ignored the question first, simply asking, “Busy today?”
Confused, Jonghyun answered simply, “Uh. No.. Why?”
“Pay me back by just hanging out with me today.”
-
That day, Jonghyun learned a lot more about Minho, and vice versa. One of the oddest things, he thought, was that he was younger than him. Not by much, but enough to surprise Jonghyun. He thought Minho was either the same age as him, or older by just a bit. So when he started to call him hyung every now and then, Jonghyun was still taken by surprise.
Aside from the surprise, Jonghyun enjoyed everything else about that day. He knew the simple things about Minho. His likes, dislikes, pet peeves, birthday, where he was born, his family, his friends (or somewhat lack of, except for a select few), and all of those things someone should know about a friend.
After hours of being each other’s company, Jonghyun couldn’t help but already feel a slight attachment to Minho. They had this strange love-hate, teasing type of relationship that Jonghyun enjoyed and craved in the future when he wasn’t with Minho.
The last thing they had done that day, after going to the movies and walking around aimlessly from place to place all day, was eat at a small little restaurant. Their energy was completely drained after the day, and they had quickly regained it the moment their food reached the table.
“Ah I’m full. Hey, I think it’s time to call it a day. Consider your expenses payed back, thanks for today. Had fun, even with an idiot like you,” Minho joked, standing up from his seat, stretching his arms out a bit.
“Need a ride? Or do you think you can make it home without freezing to death today?” Minho asked with a small laugh.
“Hey, do you see this?” Jonghyun pointed to his sweater, and continued sarcastically, “I think I can make it home safely today, thanks.”
“Whatever you say, oh and here’s my number,” Minho added, grabbing Jonghyun’s phone, which was sitting on the table, and added his number. In a matter of seconds, Minho added his number and texted his own phone to get Jonghyun’s number.
“Smile!” Minho laughed a bit, turning on his phone and pointing his phone’s camera at Jonghyun’s surprised face. He continued laughing, looking at the stolen picture he took of Jonghyun. “Well, there’s your picture on my phone now, hyung,” He commented, showing the picture at an unamused Jonghyun. That only made Minho laugh a little more as he added Jonghyun into his contacts.
“Anyways, yeah, just call if you don’t make it home today, or if you ever need a ride in the future, or if you just want to talk or whatever. I don’t mind, but I gotta go now. So, see you!”
With that, Minho was out the door, leaving Jonghyun with only one last smile for him to cling to that night.
Following that day, Jonghyun and Minho seemed inseparable. Day after day for about a month, the two found or made time to hang out with each other. Jonghyun could feel his feelings grow day after day. He noticed the change of the speed his heart would beat when he saw Minho, then heard him speak. There was no doubt in his mind that he was falling for Minho. And he thought Minho was falling for him too.
His smile.
“Yah, Jonghyun. You really are an idiot, you know that right?” Minho would say after Jonghyun did something even remotely idiotic.
“I know. And I know that’s what you love about me,” Jonghyun would joke, laugh, and send a fake wink to Minho.
“See? You really are an idiot,” Minho would reply, but nod and agree. “But you’re right. It is,” Minho would add, with a large smile on his face that Jonghyun had memorized.
His laugh.
Anytime Jonghyun would fail at delivering a joke, Minho would laugh anyways.
“Minho-ah, why are you laughing so hard? Even I don’t think it was that funny,” Jonghyun would ask, utterly confused as to why the taller man had his arm over his stomach, dying from a laughing attack.
“It wasn’t. Just the way you failed at it was funny, hyung,” Minho would explain in between laughs.
Then Jonghyun would smile an understanding smile, and wait until Minho finished his laugh attack.
“Ah, Jonghyun.. Thanks for making my day every day, hyung. I mean it,” Minho would say, laughing, but much softer and sweeter than before.
His touch.
“Yeah, yeah. You win, where do you want to go, hyung?” Minho would ask, inching closer and closer to Jonghyun as they walked side by side in the cold, night streets.
“I want to go.. Wherever you wanna go, Minho,” Jonghyun would answer with his winning smile on his face.
Minho would smile, and let out a small laugh before suddenly draping his arm around Jonghyun’s shoulder, “Hey, you won. Your choice. And your choice does not include where I want to go, which is the park, in case you were wondering.”
Jonghyun would laugh at Minho’s unsubtle hint, and nod, resting his head on Minho’s shoulder, “Fine. I pick.. the park. I really doubt our basketball’s still there though.”
“We’ll find something to do. We always do.”
His compliments.
“Minho-ah! Guess who won the dance competition?!” Jonghyun would scream excitedly into this phone, after phoning the first person he thought of after winning.
“Ah, congrats hyung! I told you! Don’t ever doubt your amazing dancing skills again, even though you know mine are ten times better than yours,” Minho would congratulate him, joking a bit as well.
Jonghyun would laugh and pretend to act hurt by Minho’s comment, “Ah, Minho. Can’t you let me just have my moment? If you think you’re so much better, join the next competition I join.”
Minho would smile, and Jonghyun could hear the smile in his voice as he spoke, “Yah, you know that I don’t want to embarrass you. See, I am letting you have your moment by not joining. But my talents aside, congrats hyung. You really are a great dancer, and you definitely deserve that trophy and award. How about we celebrate tonight?”
His smiles, his laugh, his touch, his compliments (though usually covered up with a joking insult or two), everything Minho did seemed like a sign to Jonghyun. All he lacked was a confession.
-
I remember when everything changed. The days following our encounter at the coffee shop were normal. We were just two guys hanging out like regular guys would. Playing sports, watching movies, talk about girls, challenge each other, all of that. I felt like I had gained another life long friend, a guy best friend.
Never was I was in love with Jonghyun in the way he apparently thought so. I loved him, yes. But just as a best friend at that time. And I thought, at first, that was how he felt as well. Just loving me as a best friend.
After a month, though, everything seemed to speed up. Everything started to change. And it didn’t take me long to realize it.
“Hello?” I spoke into my phone, groggily after barely opening my eyes.
“Minho! What are you doing today?” Jonghyun asked eagerly, wide awake.
I stole a glance at my clock, then at my window. It was still dark outside, and it was only 5 in the morning. “Yah, hyung, why the hell are you waking me up so damn early?” I asked, my voice still weak from just waking up.
“Hey, Minho-ah, I didn’t know you were this grumpy in the morning.. But anyways, I wanted to ask if you wanted to come over today, just at my house,” Jonghyun explained, unfazed by Minho’s grumpy reaction.
Those words woke me up, and my eyes suddenly opened all the way. In the past month, whenever we hung out, it was outside. In the city, the town, the movies, the park, wherever. Anywhere but each other’s house. The sudden invitation, especially that early in the morning, took me by surprise.
“Really? You called me this early in the morning to ask that? Couldn’t you have waited until normal people are awake to call?” I answered, ignoring the question at first.
“Minho! Just answer the question!” Jonghyun whined into the phone.
“Okay, okay. Yeah, I’ll be there.. When?” I asked, sure he was about to regret even asking.
“Now!” Jonghyun demanded and I could hear the smile in his voice.
I couldn’t stay mad at him for too long, so I laughed a bit at his eagerness and stretched my arms out before stepping out of the warmth of my bed. “Fine, I’ll see you in a little bit hyung,” I answered, hanging up after Jonghyun did.
By then, we had already gotten to the point of comfortability around each other. I didn’t care much anymore about how I presented myself around him. So it didn’t take too long for me to get ready. I threw on a black sweatshirt with some random dark blue designs on it, and put on a black leather jacket over it. To finish it off, I pulled on some dark skinny jeans, and I was out the door and driving towards Jonghyun’s house.
When I got there, a warm breakfast was prepared and basically calling my name.
“You made all of this?” I asked with a smile, staring at all the food. I hadn’t eaten much the night before, and I was already hungry enough. The smell of the food, and it actually sitting in front of me just made me hungry more. If I didn’t hold myself back, I would have started chowing down right away.
“Yep! For us,” He answered, smiling back at me, probably noticing how hungry I was, because he quickly told me to start eating. And I did.
“It’s for everything you’ve done for me ever since I’ve known you. You’re almost like a personal driver for me, and not to mention you pay for almost everything when we go out together. So, I felt like I needed to repay you. Because even though I appreciate you helping me out all the time, I feel bad.. So, here you go. It’s not much, but..” Jonghyun explained, speaking quickly as if he was nervous.
I couldn’t help but smile, and even smirk a bit at his apparent nervousness. “Ah, hyung. You’re such a sap. You’re welcome for everything, and thanks for this, really. It means a lot. And so do you. You know I love you, right?” I answered nonchalantly, digging into the warm food, just asking to be eaten.
-
“You know I love you, right?” Jonghyun repeated to himself that night, his smile never fading. He didn’t know if it was reality. He didn’t know if he was having the same dream he had after his first meeting with Minho. But after pinching himself repeatedly, he was sure it was reality. He was sure Minho truly said those words. But what he didn’t know, was that it didn’t mean exactly what he thought it meant.
-
I didn’t mean what he apparently thought by it. I didn’t mean it as a confession. I meant that I loved him as a best friend. I had already made up with Kaein by then. And we were.. well, we were together at that time too. I even told him later on that day. But it seemed that he either ignored it. Or he didn’t hear it. Because he took it the wrong way. He thought I loved him the way he loved me.
-
a/n: Lol okay, I realize that Minho’s outfit during the whole “I didn’t care much about how I presented myself around him” was actually not really a idgaf outfit. It was supposed to be a little more comfortable, and even him just getting out of bed and leaving to go to Jjong’s house, but I was on tumblr and saw the picture of him when they were on Young Street (I think?) recently. And Minho looked so ajsldg;aks <3 with that outfit on. So I just had to. xD Sorry, felt the need to ~explaain myself.
Also, I feel like I crammed a lot into this chapter, but at the same time I feel like there’s a whole lot of.. nothing too. So I don’t know if I’m completely satisfied with this chapter. Blehh. Whatever D:
edit: Okay, just re-read it. There’s a whole lot of nothing, lolol. Crap, this is going really slow. Next chapter, I promise. There’ll be more obvious-ness of the real story T.T
Lastlyy, I’ll give you a hint to the real story. This is based on just one person’s interpretation of Jonghyun’s/SHINee’s “Obsession”. (And you'll realize that every first sentence will start with one line from Obsession) Do what you will with that little piece of info I just gave you, though idk if it’ll really help, ahah. If for any reason, you really just.. don’t wanna try and figure out the story, all will be explained in the end, I promise. But if you’re impatient like me, you can just ask me and I’ll probably tell you anyways xD Although it’d probably be better if you wait and get surprised at the end, haha. Also, it’s not completely obvious in this chapter either. But I definitely dropped more hints than the last chapter.
GDI, I need to stop making such long a/n's. I'm sorry D:
author: jaaycakes
rating: PG or PG-13. Very few cussing, so.. I don't know?
pairing: Jongho (Jonghyun/Minho)
genre: Angst, Romance, Drama
summary: Jonghyun and Minho get closer. (LOL, sorry. I just.. no. I can't even.. Summaries are big fails with me ;-;)
Where are you, who was laughing until just now?
The morning following that faithful night, Jonghyun woke up with an unusually bright and blissful mood. If he were to explain why, he could have blamed - no he would have given credit to the dream he just had. It was weird, though, that Jonghyun even remembered his dream. He never remembered his dreams, even after just seconds of opening his eyes to the sunlight. But for some reason, he remembered this dream clearly that day. And every day after that.
“Yah, Minho, just leave it alone, will you? I fucking swear it doesn’t even hurt that bad. It’ll heal on it’s own,” Jonghyun complained, jerking his arm away from Minho’s touch for what seemed like the hundredth time.
“Damnit, Jonghyun. Why are you so stubborn? Just. let. me. help. you,” Minho replied, stressing every last word as he grabbed Jonghyun’s arm once again, this time with a tighter grip.
Jonghyun let out a sigh of defeat and let his arm relax under Minho’s care.
Letting out that sigh was like letting his guard down. Leaving his pride at the door. Because after that, Jonghyun’s attitude changed completely.
Or maybe it was Minho’s gentle, yet firm touch that felt so real. Maybe his touch softened Jonghyun. Maybe it’s what caused him to melt.
“And, done. Finally” Minho announced, inspecting Jonghyun’s now bandaged arm, satisfied with his own work.
“It only took a while, because someone over here is a stubborn little man who wouldn’t let me take care of him,” Minho joked, a smirk apparent on his face before he gently let go of Jonghyun’s arm.
Jonghyun only let out a knowing laugh in return, not bothering to continue the playful bantering. Instead, he took a different route, “Thanks Minho. I feel like I bother you too much because you always look out for me. You know I appreciate you helping me all the time, right?”
Minho laughed slightly, speaking softly, “Yeah, yeah. Whatever, you sap. You’re welcome. And, you know I love you right?”
Laying within the warmth of his bed, Jonghyun recalled the events in his dream that morning. As he did so, that scene stuck out the most, for obvious reasons. It took him by surprise, now that he was able to analyze the dream, brain completely awake. He hardly knew anything about the man he had spent only fifteen minutes with. He knew his name. He knew that he was caring. He knew that he was witty. He knew that he wasn’t afraid to speak his mind. Or at least, those were things he speculated.
But for some reason, even though he knew almost nothing certain about the man, except for his exceptionally good looks topped with flaming charisma, Jonghyun felt a certain attachment towards him. He felt emotions towards Minho that he hadn’t felt for anyone else in a while.
And although there was the dark thought that he would never see Minho ever again, Jonghyun still smiled for the rest of the morning, replaying the gentle laugh and the I love you in his head.
-
Kaein called one too many times that morning. If it was our average argument that I could easily get over, then I probably would have picked up the first time she called. If it was our average argument that I could easily get over, then I probably would have accepted her apologies the second she offered it. But as far as I can remember, it apparently wasn’t our average argument in my opinion, considering I ignored every attempt she made to apologize.
Or maybe she wasn’t trying to apologize. Maybe she wanted to argue more, and try to prove her thoughts were right. Whatever it was, I wanted to ignore it. Once my ringtone got to the point of annoyance, I angrily picked up my phone and turned it off. The silence after felt eerie, but I ignored it and grabbed a sweater. There was no way I was staying home. She knew where I lived.
Seeing as I didn’t sleep the night before, except for maybe an hour or two, because of my overflowing thoughts of both Kaein and that idiot Jonghyun, I decided to grab a coffee at a small local shop.
I was, and still am, a regular at that shop. All I had to do was walk in, wave and flash a pearly white smile at the cashier, and my order was already in the making. Not having to go through the process of waiting in line, thinking of what to order, and answering multiple questions saved, and still saves, me a lot of time. It allows me to find an empty table to sit at, relax, and enjoy whatever current book I was reading. I can’t remember exactly what book I held in my hands that day, but I do remember that I couldn’t pay attention to the book because I was distracted.
I saw the same idiot I saw the night before, walking towards the coffee shop with a bright smile on his face. I never thought I would see him again, despite my feelings of wanting to. So you can only imagine my surprise by his sudden appearance. But when we locked eyes the moment he walked in, I couldn’t help but smirk a bit. By the look on his face, it seemed that I wasn’t the only one pleased about running into each other again.
I watched his every move after our eyes lost contact. I remember wondering if he could feel my eyes following him, but I didn’t care. I continued watching him anyways, out of pure curiosity.
“I’ll... have a, um, white ch-, uh, white chocolate mocha, please,” I heard him order, stumbling a bit on his words. He seemed flustered, and I couldn’t help but chuckle softly to myself. Maybe he did feel my eyes trace his every move.
“Medium, thanks,” He seemed to have regained posture, but the awkward smile he offered the cashier told me otherwise. He definitely felt my eyes.
Jonghyun moved out of the way to wait for his order, letting the others behind him order. I then watched him as he shifted his weight from leg to leg, as he pulled out his phone to check for either the time or if he received anything, as he -
“Minho, your caramel machiatto’s ready,” I heard, somewhere in my mind. But I chose to ignore it, still busy observing Jonghyun. I don’t know what took over me at that moment, but I couldn’t snap out of it.
I continued watching him as he stuffed his phone back into his pocket, as he looked down at the floor then up at the ceiling, as he -
“Minho.. Minho,” I heard again, once more pushing the thought to the side.
I kept watching him as he puffed his cheeks a bit before letting air out of his mouth, and as he looked around the shop, seeming to ignore looking in my direction.
“Minho!” This one was a bit louder, but not loud enough.
At that moment, he quickly glanced at me with a questioning look on his face, and again we locked eyes for a few seconds.
“Yah! MINHO! Get your drink!” The sudden yelling and Jonghyun’s amused grin finally took me out of my daze before I realized my drink was ready.
It was my turn to be flustered as I stumbled my way towards the pick-up counter. As I walked, I could feel his eyes tracing my every movement.
“Thanks, Min. Sorry,” I apologized to the cashier, shooting her another glistening smile to redeem myself. She was used to me, though, and wasn’t taken aback by my smile. Instead, she scoffed and rolled her eyes, “Whatever, Minho. Whatever.” I laughed slightly, pulling out my wallet to pay for my drink. And before I could change my mind, I nodded towards Jonghyun behind me and quickly asked Min, “Hey, how much was that guys drink?”
She was obviously confused by the question, but slowly answered anyways. Before she could ask why, I had the exact amount of cash in my hand and shoved it into Min’s before walking back to my table.
I don’t know what it was that made me act like that around him during that time. I wasn’t even in love with him back then. Neither was I lusting for him. I was just... taken by him and his ways. Or perhaps I was lonely for not having Kaein to look over.
As I had expected, Jonghyun showed up at my table, mixed with confusion, thanks, and anger.
“Can I help you?” I asked him, with a satisfied, smug look on my face, ready to take his yelling.
The moment I spoke, it seemed as if Jonghyun lost all of his prepared words. It was as if he softened a bit. Almost like my presence and deep voice melted him like butter on a hot summer day. But he tried hard to not let it show.
“You.. Do you really think I’m that big of an idiot? I can pay for myself, you know!” Jonghyun argued, his voice not as loud or intimidating as I had half-expected it to be.
I looked up from my book, took one long sip from my hot beverage before finally answering, sarcastically, “Oh, no problem Jonghyun! You’re welcome, really. It was nothing.”
“Aish, you.. Don’t even... Just, here. Take this,” He slammed some money on the table, obviously frustrated with me.
Ignoring the money, and the current situation, I pushed the chair on the other side out from under the table with my long legs, “Want to sit?”
Surprisingly, Jonghyun didn’t miss a beat that time, “Only if you take the money.”
It took me a few seconds to get over the surprise of his ultimatum, but I finally shrugged and looked back down at my book, simply answering, “I don’t need the money. And I don’t need you to sit with me. I was simply offering you a seat. So you can either take the money and leave, or take the money and sit.” I was lying and bluffing through my teeth, and I couldn’t tell if Jonghyun knew that I was or not. Either way, I tried playing the nonchalant role off perfectly by, yet again, taking another long sip from my machiatto.
Defeated, Jonghyun took the money back and sat down in the pushed out chair.
I couldn’t help but smile, feeling accomplished. I opened my mouth, ready to comment on his act of defeat, but before I could, Jonghyun put his hand up and started speaking, “Thanks, okay? But I’m paying you back for the car ride, the jacket, and the coffee, got it?”
I ignored the question first, simply asking, “Busy today?”
Confused, Jonghyun answered simply, “Uh. No.. Why?”
“Pay me back by just hanging out with me today.”
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That day, Jonghyun learned a lot more about Minho, and vice versa. One of the oddest things, he thought, was that he was younger than him. Not by much, but enough to surprise Jonghyun. He thought Minho was either the same age as him, or older by just a bit. So when he started to call him hyung every now and then, Jonghyun was still taken by surprise.
Aside from the surprise, Jonghyun enjoyed everything else about that day. He knew the simple things about Minho. His likes, dislikes, pet peeves, birthday, where he was born, his family, his friends (or somewhat lack of, except for a select few), and all of those things someone should know about a friend.
After hours of being each other’s company, Jonghyun couldn’t help but already feel a slight attachment to Minho. They had this strange love-hate, teasing type of relationship that Jonghyun enjoyed and craved in the future when he wasn’t with Minho.
The last thing they had done that day, after going to the movies and walking around aimlessly from place to place all day, was eat at a small little restaurant. Their energy was completely drained after the day, and they had quickly regained it the moment their food reached the table.
“Ah I’m full. Hey, I think it’s time to call it a day. Consider your expenses payed back, thanks for today. Had fun, even with an idiot like you,” Minho joked, standing up from his seat, stretching his arms out a bit.
“Need a ride? Or do you think you can make it home without freezing to death today?” Minho asked with a small laugh.
“Hey, do you see this?” Jonghyun pointed to his sweater, and continued sarcastically, “I think I can make it home safely today, thanks.”
“Whatever you say, oh and here’s my number,” Minho added, grabbing Jonghyun’s phone, which was sitting on the table, and added his number. In a matter of seconds, Minho added his number and texted his own phone to get Jonghyun’s number.
“Smile!” Minho laughed a bit, turning on his phone and pointing his phone’s camera at Jonghyun’s surprised face. He continued laughing, looking at the stolen picture he took of Jonghyun. “Well, there’s your picture on my phone now, hyung,” He commented, showing the picture at an unamused Jonghyun. That only made Minho laugh a little more as he added Jonghyun into his contacts.
“Anyways, yeah, just call if you don’t make it home today, or if you ever need a ride in the future, or if you just want to talk or whatever. I don’t mind, but I gotta go now. So, see you!”
With that, Minho was out the door, leaving Jonghyun with only one last smile for him to cling to that night.
Following that day, Jonghyun and Minho seemed inseparable. Day after day for about a month, the two found or made time to hang out with each other. Jonghyun could feel his feelings grow day after day. He noticed the change of the speed his heart would beat when he saw Minho, then heard him speak. There was no doubt in his mind that he was falling for Minho. And he thought Minho was falling for him too.
His smile.
“Yah, Jonghyun. You really are an idiot, you know that right?” Minho would say after Jonghyun did something even remotely idiotic.
“I know. And I know that’s what you love about me,” Jonghyun would joke, laugh, and send a fake wink to Minho.
“See? You really are an idiot,” Minho would reply, but nod and agree. “But you’re right. It is,” Minho would add, with a large smile on his face that Jonghyun had memorized.
His laugh.
Anytime Jonghyun would fail at delivering a joke, Minho would laugh anyways.
“Minho-ah, why are you laughing so hard? Even I don’t think it was that funny,” Jonghyun would ask, utterly confused as to why the taller man had his arm over his stomach, dying from a laughing attack.
“It wasn’t. Just the way you failed at it was funny, hyung,” Minho would explain in between laughs.
Then Jonghyun would smile an understanding smile, and wait until Minho finished his laugh attack.
“Ah, Jonghyun.. Thanks for making my day every day, hyung. I mean it,” Minho would say, laughing, but much softer and sweeter than before.
His touch.
“Yeah, yeah. You win, where do you want to go, hyung?” Minho would ask, inching closer and closer to Jonghyun as they walked side by side in the cold, night streets.
“I want to go.. Wherever you wanna go, Minho,” Jonghyun would answer with his winning smile on his face.
Minho would smile, and let out a small laugh before suddenly draping his arm around Jonghyun’s shoulder, “Hey, you won. Your choice. And your choice does not include where I want to go, which is the park, in case you were wondering.”
Jonghyun would laugh at Minho’s unsubtle hint, and nod, resting his head on Minho’s shoulder, “Fine. I pick.. the park. I really doubt our basketball’s still there though.”
“We’ll find something to do. We always do.”
His compliments.
“Minho-ah! Guess who won the dance competition?!” Jonghyun would scream excitedly into this phone, after phoning the first person he thought of after winning.
“Ah, congrats hyung! I told you! Don’t ever doubt your amazing dancing skills again, even though you know mine are ten times better than yours,” Minho would congratulate him, joking a bit as well.
Jonghyun would laugh and pretend to act hurt by Minho’s comment, “Ah, Minho. Can’t you let me just have my moment? If you think you’re so much better, join the next competition I join.”
Minho would smile, and Jonghyun could hear the smile in his voice as he spoke, “Yah, you know that I don’t want to embarrass you. See, I am letting you have your moment by not joining. But my talents aside, congrats hyung. You really are a great dancer, and you definitely deserve that trophy and award. How about we celebrate tonight?”
His smiles, his laugh, his touch, his compliments (though usually covered up with a joking insult or two), everything Minho did seemed like a sign to Jonghyun. All he lacked was a confession.
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I remember when everything changed. The days following our encounter at the coffee shop were normal. We were just two guys hanging out like regular guys would. Playing sports, watching movies, talk about girls, challenge each other, all of that. I felt like I had gained another life long friend, a guy best friend.
Never was I was in love with Jonghyun in the way he apparently thought so. I loved him, yes. But just as a best friend at that time. And I thought, at first, that was how he felt as well. Just loving me as a best friend.
After a month, though, everything seemed to speed up. Everything started to change. And it didn’t take me long to realize it.
“Hello?” I spoke into my phone, groggily after barely opening my eyes.
“Minho! What are you doing today?” Jonghyun asked eagerly, wide awake.
I stole a glance at my clock, then at my window. It was still dark outside, and it was only 5 in the morning. “Yah, hyung, why the hell are you waking me up so damn early?” I asked, my voice still weak from just waking up.
“Hey, Minho-ah, I didn’t know you were this grumpy in the morning.. But anyways, I wanted to ask if you wanted to come over today, just at my house,” Jonghyun explained, unfazed by Minho’s grumpy reaction.
Those words woke me up, and my eyes suddenly opened all the way. In the past month, whenever we hung out, it was outside. In the city, the town, the movies, the park, wherever. Anywhere but each other’s house. The sudden invitation, especially that early in the morning, took me by surprise.
“Really? You called me this early in the morning to ask that? Couldn’t you have waited until normal people are awake to call?” I answered, ignoring the question at first.
“Minho! Just answer the question!” Jonghyun whined into the phone.
“Okay, okay. Yeah, I’ll be there.. When?” I asked, sure he was about to regret even asking.
“Now!” Jonghyun demanded and I could hear the smile in his voice.
I couldn’t stay mad at him for too long, so I laughed a bit at his eagerness and stretched my arms out before stepping out of the warmth of my bed. “Fine, I’ll see you in a little bit hyung,” I answered, hanging up after Jonghyun did.
By then, we had already gotten to the point of comfortability around each other. I didn’t care much anymore about how I presented myself around him. So it didn’t take too long for me to get ready. I threw on a black sweatshirt with some random dark blue designs on it, and put on a black leather jacket over it. To finish it off, I pulled on some dark skinny jeans, and I was out the door and driving towards Jonghyun’s house.
When I got there, a warm breakfast was prepared and basically calling my name.
“You made all of this?” I asked with a smile, staring at all the food. I hadn’t eaten much the night before, and I was already hungry enough. The smell of the food, and it actually sitting in front of me just made me hungry more. If I didn’t hold myself back, I would have started chowing down right away.
“Yep! For us,” He answered, smiling back at me, probably noticing how hungry I was, because he quickly told me to start eating. And I did.
“It’s for everything you’ve done for me ever since I’ve known you. You’re almost like a personal driver for me, and not to mention you pay for almost everything when we go out together. So, I felt like I needed to repay you. Because even though I appreciate you helping me out all the time, I feel bad.. So, here you go. It’s not much, but..” Jonghyun explained, speaking quickly as if he was nervous.
I couldn’t help but smile, and even smirk a bit at his apparent nervousness. “Ah, hyung. You’re such a sap. You’re welcome for everything, and thanks for this, really. It means a lot. And so do you. You know I love you, right?” I answered nonchalantly, digging into the warm food, just asking to be eaten.
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“You know I love you, right?” Jonghyun repeated to himself that night, his smile never fading. He didn’t know if it was reality. He didn’t know if he was having the same dream he had after his first meeting with Minho. But after pinching himself repeatedly, he was sure it was reality. He was sure Minho truly said those words. But what he didn’t know, was that it didn’t mean exactly what he thought it meant.
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I didn’t mean what he apparently thought by it. I didn’t mean it as a confession. I meant that I loved him as a best friend. I had already made up with Kaein by then. And we were.. well, we were together at that time too. I even told him later on that day. But it seemed that he either ignored it. Or he didn’t hear it. Because he took it the wrong way. He thought I loved him the way he loved me.
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a/n: Lol okay, I realize that Minho’s outfit during the whole “I didn’t care much about how I presented myself around him” was actually not really a idgaf outfit. It was supposed to be a little more comfortable, and even him just getting out of bed and leaving to go to Jjong’s house, but I was on tumblr and saw the picture of him when they were on Young Street (I think?) recently. And Minho looked so ajsldg;aks <3 with that outfit on. So I just had to. xD Sorry, felt the need to ~explaain myself.
Also, I feel like I crammed a lot into this chapter, but at the same time I feel like there’s a whole lot of.. nothing too. So I don’t know if I’m completely satisfied with this chapter. Blehh. Whatever D:
edit: Okay, just re-read it. There’s a whole lot of nothing, lolol. Crap, this is going really slow. Next chapter, I promise. There’ll be more obvious-ness of the real story T.T
Lastlyy, I’ll give you a hint to the real story. This is based on just one person’s interpretation of Jonghyun’s/SHINee’s “Obsession”. (And you'll realize that every first sentence will start with one line from Obsession) Do what you will with that little piece of info I just gave you, though idk if it’ll really help, ahah. If for any reason, you really just.. don’t wanna try and figure out the story, all will be explained in the end, I promise. But if you’re impatient like me, you can just ask me and I’ll probably tell you anyways xD Although it’d probably be better if you wait and get surprised at the end, haha. Also, it’s not completely obvious in this chapter either. But I definitely dropped more hints than the last chapter.
GDI, I need to stop making such long a/n's. I'm sorry D: