a different kind of crazy (2min)
TITLE A Different Kind of Crazy [interlude]
SUMMARY Taemin's never been one to care about what's right or wrong. He doesn't think about things like what's accepted and what's not. He wants what he wants, but it's not always a walk in the park.
CHARACTERS/PAIRINGS [SHINee] Jonghyun/Key, Minho/Taemin. (f(x) cameos)
RATING/WARNING R.
GENRE Real life/romance
1 2 3 4 5 6 ♥ 7
AN: Sorry this took so long. I just can't be satisfied with this interlude, but I'm going to post it anyway... cuz the JongKey stan in me had too. This................. is so bad. Oh well.
a different kind of crazy;
Class has just ended on Tuesday when Jonghyun realizes he's lost his phone. He's looked everywhere on campus searching for both his mobile and Kibum--Kibum who has been playing Houdini all day. He'd like to know where the hell he is so they can go home already. He does manage to locate Taemin in the courtyard though, stomping with monstrous force towards the gates.
"What's up?" He says with a bit of concern. Taemin looks stormy.
"Would you like the list alphabetically or chronologically?" Taemin stops loudly in front of him.
"Is this about yesterday?" Jonghyun asks, trying to go about Taemin's crispness in a delicate manner.
Taemin pulls his hood over his head. "Let's just keep it at I hate Tuesdays."
"I feel you." Jonghyun really does. He's lost his cell phone and his best friend and he's also botched up his math test. Oh woe is life. "Do you know where Kibum's off to?"
Taemin points across the street. "The baseball field, right?"
"Why?" Jonghyun furrows his brow.
Taemin mimics his expression, perplexed. He says, "You told me to tell him to on his phone yesterday."
"No I didn't. And Kibum hates baseball, so." Jonghyun hitches his bag higher on his shoulder and tries to push down the uneasy feeling in his gut.
"Well, the text was real." Taemin blinks, blank as ever. "I thought you were in on it. The lengths he goes to skip, really. Could you tell him he should at least come by for an hour." then he's off, stomping the rest of the way, rather ungracefully for a dancer, to the gates.
Jonghyun feels on his person one last time for his phone, attempting once more to swallow the rising disquiet within him that says what he's thinking is true. He checks his back pockets one last time, and then breaks out in a mad dash back towards the lockers.
"Shit." he curses, turning down the hall and grabbing his bat off the top of the locker along the way. He narrowly avoids colliding with a car whilst crossing the street, and trucks on, through the baseball field to the storage room behind it, where he knows Kibum is, and most likely his jacked cellphone and the rest of his team. It doesn't take much brainpower to figure it out: they had stolen his phone at practice yesterday and texted Kibum pretending to be him. Jonghyun's used to their constant knocks at Kibum. After what Jonghyun's mentally dubbed "The Courtyard Incident", though, now he actually has reason to be concerned.
He kicks open the door, bat barred in front of him, and points it menacingly when his teammates all look expectantly at him. Kibum's slung against a stack of manky boxes, half propped by the wall, bent over. His bangs sweep over his face, but Jonghyun can see blood dripping between his fingers where he grasps his nose.
"Took you long enough." Kibum mutters glumly from the corner. Jonghyun gives him a wary grin, despite the sobriety of their situation. The whole team is not present, but four on one is still near impossible odds. This isn't the movies, Jonghyun thinks, why couldn't this be the movies.
The captain raises his hands in jaunty interest, a mean smirk on his lips. He has Jonghyun's mobile. "The things phones say about a person these days." he goes. "And their friends."
"You're a fucking asshole, you know that?" Jonghyun's voice is rigid and he braces the bat, just barely holding himself back. "Return it, please."
"So you can call the cops?" the captain drops Jonghyun's phone and stomps on it with some force. "Why are you friends with this fag, anyway? He's fucking you up."
Jonghyun glances at Kibum, who looks up at him, hand still pressed against his nose to quell the blood flow.
"If you stand up for him then that means you're one too." their ace pitcher pipes in bravely.
"So what are you going to do about it?" Jonghyun snaps back, twisting the bat with exacted skill.
"Kick you off the team." The captain says easily, stepping up to Jonghyun and shoving him backwards. "Obviously."
Jonghyun moves to retaliate but Kibum grabs his arm. "Let it go."
They dismiss themselves with rude, empty threats and dirty looks, the pitcher pushing Jonghyun's shoulder roughly as they go, only because he knows he won't try to fight back.
"I don't think I have to tell you what will happen if we see you around the fields again." the captain jeers. "What a fucking pity."
As soon as they've hit the school gates, Jonghyun drops the bat, adrenaline fading to a low buzz. He's glad they hadn't decided to gang up on him, because even with a bat, the odds were still low.
Immediately he turns to Kibum, tilting forward to peer at his face. Kibum looks up, dropping his bloodied hand to his side. He's got a pretty deep gash on his eyebrow, a bloodied nose, and probably more than a few scrapes and bruises littered around his body. "A little more gung-ho next time maybe, Jjong."
"Thank you for saving my ass, Jonghyun-hyung." Jonghyun mimics how he thinks Kibum's voice sounds. "I'm a big damn martyr, that's what I am."
"That would be your phone." Kibum wipes at his nose again, sniffling. "Does it look broken?"
"No, but let me take you to the hospital." he pulls on Kibum's arm to make him follow, but Kibum yanks it away.
"I won't go to the hospital." he replies.
"Your face begs to differ." Jonghyun says with misplaced impatience. He wants to make sure Kibum's okay.
"Just give me a minute." Kibum says quickly, still looking down at the ground. He sits cross legged, and Jonghyun squats down beside him, dipping his head to get another look at Kibum's face.
In all the years Jonghyun's known Kibum, he's never seen him cry. Not even his freshman year when his parents disowned him for coming out as bisexual, through all the months he had to work several part time jobs, some shadier than others, just to stay in the shitty flat he now calls home. But Kibum is now, a choked, held-back kind of sob, salty tears stinging the cuts on his face.
Jonghyun is overcome with a mix of emotions making him want to go bash his former team's heads in and cry with him. "I'm so sorry." he says. "This is my fault."
"Shut up." Kibum replies in warning, refusing any help Jonghyun tries to offer and pulling himself up. He winces when he has to use his right wrist as a brace.
Jonghyun squats down in front of him. "Get on."
"I can walk, thank you." Kibum says, but he leans onto Jonghyun's back anyway, barely helping Jonghyun hook his arms under his legs and hitch Kibum up as he gets to his feet.
"Oh my god you're heavy." complains Jonghyun, stumbling forwards a bit.
"You're going to carry me all the way to the bus stop now, you know." Kibum informs him. "Just for saying that."
So Jonghyun takes him home, letting himself rummage through Kibum's meager belongings to find anything first aid-ish. "Does your wrist still hurt?" he asks quietly, sitting in front of Kibum on his futon; he has a roll of ACE conveniently in his duffel, and collects the antiseptic he had found in Kibum's bathroom, grabbing a wad of tissues as well.
"I'll be fine, Jonghyun. Just go home." Kibum is poking at his face in the mirror with his left hand.
Jonghyun offers him a quirky look of scorn. "Hey, I played, emphasis on -ed, baseball and I take judo; I think I know how to manage sprained wrists better than you do."
"They took your phone and faked your texts. This might not be the end of it, you know."
"I'll work on my gung-ho for next time then."
"At least get a few badass jump kicks in." Kibum gives him a bit of a grimacing smile, nothing short of caustic, and Jonghyun takes that as his okay to go on, tending to Kibum's wrist before moving onto his face, pressing cotton swabbed with antiseptic to the cut on Kibum's eyebrow with a pair of metal chopsticks.
Kibum is silent the whole time save for a few, "Ow"s and "I can do it myself"s that Jonghyun completely ignores. He's pressing a clean swab to Kibum's jaw, leaned in and focused, when he feels Kibum's gaze on him. He looks up and meets Kibum's eyes, chopsticks coming to rest in his lap with a soft clink.
Jonghyun's gaze unwittingly dips down to Kibum's lips before flitting back to Kibum's eyes, and that's all the invitation Kibum needs, leaning in and kissing him and not caring about the risk he's taking.
But Jonghyun lets him, mouth opening against Kibum's readily as he deepens the connection, pushing Jonghyun forward a bit with his force until Jonghyun pushes back, swallowing the soft sounds of discomfort Kibum emits.
Jonghyun waits for the disgust to hit him, for the feelings of guilt, anxiety, embarrassment to strike their mauling blow. They never do. Instead Jonghyun's filled with an excited heat, a want to touch and hold and make sure Kibum's not hiding anymore nicks and scratches.
"I mean it this time." Jonghyun says in a nervous hush.
Kibum huffs loudly in the small space between them, breath reaching Jonghyun's lips. "You better." he says.
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SUMMARY Taemin's never been one to care about what's right or wrong. He doesn't think about things like what's accepted and what's not. He wants what he wants, but it's not always a walk in the park.
CHARACTERS/PAIRINGS [SHINee] Jonghyun/Key, Minho/Taemin. (f(x) cameos)
RATING/WARNING R.
GENRE Real life/romance
1 2 3 4 5 6 ♥ 7
AN: Sorry this took so long. I just can't be satisfied with this interlude, but I'm going to post it anyway... cuz the JongKey stan in me had too. This................. is so bad. Oh well.
a different kind of crazy;
Class has just ended on Tuesday when Jonghyun realizes he's lost his phone. He's looked everywhere on campus searching for both his mobile and Kibum--Kibum who has been playing Houdini all day. He'd like to know where the hell he is so they can go home already. He does manage to locate Taemin in the courtyard though, stomping with monstrous force towards the gates.
"What's up?" He says with a bit of concern. Taemin looks stormy.
"Would you like the list alphabetically or chronologically?" Taemin stops loudly in front of him.
"Is this about yesterday?" Jonghyun asks, trying to go about Taemin's crispness in a delicate manner.
Taemin pulls his hood over his head. "Let's just keep it at I hate Tuesdays."
"I feel you." Jonghyun really does. He's lost his cell phone and his best friend and he's also botched up his math test. Oh woe is life. "Do you know where Kibum's off to?"
Taemin points across the street. "The baseball field, right?"
"Why?" Jonghyun furrows his brow.
Taemin mimics his expression, perplexed. He says, "You told me to tell him to on his phone yesterday."
"No I didn't. And Kibum hates baseball, so." Jonghyun hitches his bag higher on his shoulder and tries to push down the uneasy feeling in his gut.
"Well, the text was real." Taemin blinks, blank as ever. "I thought you were in on it. The lengths he goes to skip, really. Could you tell him he should at least come by for an hour." then he's off, stomping the rest of the way, rather ungracefully for a dancer, to the gates.
Jonghyun feels on his person one last time for his phone, attempting once more to swallow the rising disquiet within him that says what he's thinking is true. He checks his back pockets one last time, and then breaks out in a mad dash back towards the lockers.
"Shit." he curses, turning down the hall and grabbing his bat off the top of the locker along the way. He narrowly avoids colliding with a car whilst crossing the street, and trucks on, through the baseball field to the storage room behind it, where he knows Kibum is, and most likely his jacked cellphone and the rest of his team. It doesn't take much brainpower to figure it out: they had stolen his phone at practice yesterday and texted Kibum pretending to be him. Jonghyun's used to their constant knocks at Kibum. After what Jonghyun's mentally dubbed "The Courtyard Incident", though, now he actually has reason to be concerned.
He kicks open the door, bat barred in front of him, and points it menacingly when his teammates all look expectantly at him. Kibum's slung against a stack of manky boxes, half propped by the wall, bent over. His bangs sweep over his face, but Jonghyun can see blood dripping between his fingers where he grasps his nose.
"Took you long enough." Kibum mutters glumly from the corner. Jonghyun gives him a wary grin, despite the sobriety of their situation. The whole team is not present, but four on one is still near impossible odds. This isn't the movies, Jonghyun thinks, why couldn't this be the movies.
The captain raises his hands in jaunty interest, a mean smirk on his lips. He has Jonghyun's mobile. "The things phones say about a person these days." he goes. "And their friends."
"You're a fucking asshole, you know that?" Jonghyun's voice is rigid and he braces the bat, just barely holding himself back. "Return it, please."
"So you can call the cops?" the captain drops Jonghyun's phone and stomps on it with some force. "Why are you friends with this fag, anyway? He's fucking you up."
Jonghyun glances at Kibum, who looks up at him, hand still pressed against his nose to quell the blood flow.
"If you stand up for him then that means you're one too." their ace pitcher pipes in bravely.
"So what are you going to do about it?" Jonghyun snaps back, twisting the bat with exacted skill.
"Kick you off the team." The captain says easily, stepping up to Jonghyun and shoving him backwards. "Obviously."
Jonghyun moves to retaliate but Kibum grabs his arm. "Let it go."
They dismiss themselves with rude, empty threats and dirty looks, the pitcher pushing Jonghyun's shoulder roughly as they go, only because he knows he won't try to fight back.
"I don't think I have to tell you what will happen if we see you around the fields again." the captain jeers. "What a fucking pity."
As soon as they've hit the school gates, Jonghyun drops the bat, adrenaline fading to a low buzz. He's glad they hadn't decided to gang up on him, because even with a bat, the odds were still low.
Immediately he turns to Kibum, tilting forward to peer at his face. Kibum looks up, dropping his bloodied hand to his side. He's got a pretty deep gash on his eyebrow, a bloodied nose, and probably more than a few scrapes and bruises littered around his body. "A little more gung-ho next time maybe, Jjong."
"Thank you for saving my ass, Jonghyun-hyung." Jonghyun mimics how he thinks Kibum's voice sounds. "I'm a big damn martyr, that's what I am."
"That would be your phone." Kibum wipes at his nose again, sniffling. "Does it look broken?"
"No, but let me take you to the hospital." he pulls on Kibum's arm to make him follow, but Kibum yanks it away.
"I won't go to the hospital." he replies.
"Your face begs to differ." Jonghyun says with misplaced impatience. He wants to make sure Kibum's okay.
"Just give me a minute." Kibum says quickly, still looking down at the ground. He sits cross legged, and Jonghyun squats down beside him, dipping his head to get another look at Kibum's face.
In all the years Jonghyun's known Kibum, he's never seen him cry. Not even his freshman year when his parents disowned him for coming out as bisexual, through all the months he had to work several part time jobs, some shadier than others, just to stay in the shitty flat he now calls home. But Kibum is now, a choked, held-back kind of sob, salty tears stinging the cuts on his face.
Jonghyun is overcome with a mix of emotions making him want to go bash his former team's heads in and cry with him. "I'm so sorry." he says. "This is my fault."
"Shut up." Kibum replies in warning, refusing any help Jonghyun tries to offer and pulling himself up. He winces when he has to use his right wrist as a brace.
Jonghyun squats down in front of him. "Get on."
"I can walk, thank you." Kibum says, but he leans onto Jonghyun's back anyway, barely helping Jonghyun hook his arms under his legs and hitch Kibum up as he gets to his feet.
"Oh my god you're heavy." complains Jonghyun, stumbling forwards a bit.
"You're going to carry me all the way to the bus stop now, you know." Kibum informs him. "Just for saying that."
So Jonghyun takes him home, letting himself rummage through Kibum's meager belongings to find anything first aid-ish. "Does your wrist still hurt?" he asks quietly, sitting in front of Kibum on his futon; he has a roll of ACE conveniently in his duffel, and collects the antiseptic he had found in Kibum's bathroom, grabbing a wad of tissues as well.
"I'll be fine, Jonghyun. Just go home." Kibum is poking at his face in the mirror with his left hand.
Jonghyun offers him a quirky look of scorn. "Hey, I played, emphasis on -ed, baseball and I take judo; I think I know how to manage sprained wrists better than you do."
"They took your phone and faked your texts. This might not be the end of it, you know."
"I'll work on my gung-ho for next time then."
"At least get a few badass jump kicks in." Kibum gives him a bit of a grimacing smile, nothing short of caustic, and Jonghyun takes that as his okay to go on, tending to Kibum's wrist before moving onto his face, pressing cotton swabbed with antiseptic to the cut on Kibum's eyebrow with a pair of metal chopsticks.
Kibum is silent the whole time save for a few, "Ow"s and "I can do it myself"s that Jonghyun completely ignores. He's pressing a clean swab to Kibum's jaw, leaned in and focused, when he feels Kibum's gaze on him. He looks up and meets Kibum's eyes, chopsticks coming to rest in his lap with a soft clink.
Jonghyun's gaze unwittingly dips down to Kibum's lips before flitting back to Kibum's eyes, and that's all the invitation Kibum needs, leaning in and kissing him and not caring about the risk he's taking.
But Jonghyun lets him, mouth opening against Kibum's readily as he deepens the connection, pushing Jonghyun forward a bit with his force until Jonghyun pushes back, swallowing the soft sounds of discomfort Kibum emits.
Jonghyun waits for the disgust to hit him, for the feelings of guilt, anxiety, embarrassment to strike their mauling blow. They never do. Instead Jonghyun's filled with an excited heat, a want to touch and hold and make sure Kibum's not hiding anymore nicks and scratches.
"I mean it this time." Jonghyun says in a nervous hush.
Kibum huffs loudly in the small space between them, breath reaching Jonghyun's lips. "You better." he says.
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