Hi ! can you write something about jackbam , with jackson as the new guy in school and bambam is the kinda kawaii guy who will confess to him after an accident kiss or something like that ? like super fluffy ? with all the blushing and manga stuffs ?
Sorry this took so long! I just got back from a trip to my sisters house and I the internet is terrible since she lives in the mountains. *cries* Anyways, I’m currently working on all the other requests I have and I’ll post them asap! This one was super fun to write! I’ve always been really interested by Japanese crepes so I used them in the fic. I hope you enjoy it!!
Bambam sat in the corner of the classroom, by the windows and as far as he possibly could get from the teachers. He didn’t do it so he could get away with not paying attention in class or spend his time looking out the window instead of at the board. It was just a habit he picked up after reading one too many mangas when he was little. Though a part of him did hope he looked mysterious and handsome sitting by the window and rain dripped across it in the stormy early spring weather.
(He knew he didn’t really because his cute face prevented him but looking like a precious little kid that needed to protected.)
There was a seat next to him that no one ever sat at. At the beginning of the year, everyone had paired off and found friends to sit by. Bambam had moved to Japan half way through the year. While his classmates didn’t do out of their way to be mean to him, they also didn’t go out of their way to include him. They were nice enough, Bambam just didn’t speak enough Japanese when he first moved to keep peoples interest in him for longer than the first week he was there.
With one month left until the end of the school year, Bambam didn’t hold out any hope that anything would change before summer came and it was time for him to go back to Thailand with nothing to show for his time in a foreign country but some faded memories and a basic grasp of a language he’d probably never use again.
When there was a break between periods, Bambam took to drawing in his notebooks. There wasn’t much else for him to do. His brain was spinning from the the high level Japanese he had to process and he needed something that he could do to help destress so he could he could handle the long school day.
So after every few pages of notes he took, the would be one filled with quick doodles scrawled across it. They were of flowers, of things from back home that he missed, of his classmates laughing together as all teenagers did.
Bambam wasn’t a very good artist in his mind, but he did draw a lot of character from the mangas he read back when he still lived in Thailand. He could capture the likeness of a character but he never could do something as ambitious as try to be a mangaka. For Bambam, it was just a hobby.
But every once in a while, one of his classmates would pass by his desk while he drew and stop to compliment his drawing.
It was probably small and meaningless to them, but the little bit of intersection he got out of that was so important to him.
Four months in a foreign country without any friends, Bambam had discovered, was one of the most lonely things in the while world.
***
“My name is Jackson Wang! I’m from Hong Kong and I was on the Hong Kong national fencing team last year! Please take care of me!” A cheerful looking boy bowed to the class and grinned at them like they had been best friends for years. Just by looking at him, Bambam could tell that he was the kind of boy who could make friends in no time at all. Jackson’s Japanese was no better than Bambam’s when he first arrived in Japan but he seemed to have no shame at all and didn’t care if he mispronounced things at all. The second after he introduced himself, he was already chattering way with a student in the front row with a pencil case coved in a character he liked.
Bambam couldn’t help but give him an envious glance before looking back out the rain coated window.
The teacher scolded Jackson for disrupting the class and told him to go find a seat. This point, Bambam wasn’t paying attention at all. He tugged gently at the corner of his sleeve and cleared his throat. He pulled out his pencil and started doodling again. He was halfway through a bouquet of flowers when a shadow came near him and there was a scraping of a chair being moved next to him.
Bambam turned around to find Jackson sitting in the previously empty desk next to his own with a smile on his face.
“Can I sit here?” He asked. Bambam nodded, slightly stunned. Someone as social as him would normally sit up front with everyone else so they could talk and make friends, right?
But Jackson was sitting so naturally in the seat next to him, talking about how he was almost late to class because he got caught in the rain. He pulled out his pencil box and notebook before turning to Bambam.
“By the way, sorry, I forgot to ask, but what’s your name?” Jackson said.
“Call me Bambam.” Suddenly, he felt very shy. Jackson had this way of making you feel like you were the only person he cared about in the whole world when he spoke to you. It was a kind of intimacy Bambam hadn’t had since he moved to Japan alone.
“Nice to meet you, Bambam!”
***
“All I’m saying is!” Jackson practically shouted in his defense. “If a store is going to sell things high schoolers shouldn’t be looking at! Then they should hang a sign or something!”
Bambam was doubled over, laughing at Jackson’s bright red face and frantic gestures. “There was a sign!” He said in between gasps for air. “You walked right passed it!”
“Then it should be bigger!!” Bambam laughed even harder and Jackson just got most frustrated. “It was an honest mistake!” More laughter. “Anyone could make it!” Bambam was wheezing at this point, he could hardly breath. “Why am I even friends with you of all you ever do it laugh at me! How dare you!”
After the last few laughs had bubbled out of Bambam’s chest, he whipped the tears out of his eyes.
“Sorry Jackson, I just-” He started giggling again and Jackson crossed his arms to show how offended he was. “Your face was so funny!”
“Well have you tried looking in the mirror lately? That’ll give you a really laugh.”
It was a month since Jackson had transferred to their high school and sat down next to Bambam.
In that month, the two had become best friends. Since neither of them knew a lot of Japanese, they found comfort in each other. After school, Jackson and Bambam would study new vocabulary and help each other with pronunciation. Would it have been better if they studied with a native speaker? Probably, but at least this way no one would laugh if they said something wrong. After a few study sessions, Jackson had complained loudly that they never did anything together outside of school related stuff and dragged Bambam to the nearest arcade with him. A few visits to the arcades gave way to going to the movies together. Which in turn meant they started to go out for dinner together after the movie and, well, after that Jackson was much too tired to walk all the way home in the dark so he’d end up crashing at Bambam apartment.
The two exchange students were glued at the hip.
“Want to go get crepes? My treat.” Jackson was pouting so much, Bambam knew he’d have to do something for Jackson if he didn’t want him to sulk for the rest of the day.
“Okay.” Jackson agreed but then aggressively poked Bambam’s chest. “I still hate you though.”
“Aw… Jackson don’t be like that. I’m your best friend.” Bambam slung an arm around Jackson shoulders and pulled him close. The older boy was a sucker for skin ship and he knew it.
“No you’re not. My best friend is that tree.” Jackson pointed at the nearest tree and walked over to it. “How’s it going, man? I love you, bro!” He then proceeded to lean in a give the small tree trunk a very big hug.
The two had wondered into a park. The first few cherry blossom buds were blooming and it wouldn’t be long before the entire area was blanketed in pink petals. A few couples walked around, enjoying the beauty, but they were very far down the path and too wrapped up in their lovers eyes to care after the high school boy who was hugging a tree.
“If that tree was your crush, you’d have the makings of a shojo manga.” Bambam told him.
“Well, it’s a good thing you can’t fall in love with a tree.” Jackson abandoned his “best friend” and walked back to Bambam.
“Well if you try really hard…” He grinned mischievously.
“Do you want me to marry a tree? Do you want to be the best man at a wedding where a tree is carted down the aisle?” Jackson pointed at him accusingly.
“What? I have no idea what to even say to that. What are you even saying, Jackson?”
“You’re the one who brought up shojo and trees! Don’t turn this around on me! I’m not the guilty one!”
“Let’s just go get those crepes.” Bambam shook his head but smile at Jackson as they walked to a crepe stand under the shelter of a large cherry tree.
“What flavor can I get for you boys, today?” A sweet elderly lady smiled at them and gestured to the menu.
Bambam looked at the menu and picked out the sweetest sounding item. “I’d like a chocolate custard cream crepe, please!”
She nodded at him before turning to Jackson. “And for you, dear?”
“A dark chocolate strawberry crepe, please.” He pointed at the menu.
“Let me go make those for you two.” She smiled and winked at them.
The elder lady ladled out some batter onto a circular stove with practiced hands and spread it evenly across the entire surface with a special tool she had. The batter cooked for just a few seconds before she took a spatula and flipped it over to cook for just enough time to get crispy on the other side. When it was done, she moved the crepe over to a board and pulled out a piping bag filled with whipped cream. She carefully squeezed the bag and decorated the top half of the crepe before the tucking the piping bag away safely again. The custard was in another piping bag and she put a stripe of it parallel to the whipped cream.Then she drizzled the milk chocolate across the whole thing in decorative stripes and zigzags. After being rolled up neatly so none of the fillings oozed out, the old lady handed it to Bambam and got started on Jackson’s crepe.
The batter for his was cooked just the same. But when the elderly lady laid out the cooked crepe, she reached for a small container of fruit first. She cut up two strawberries carefully and laid them out across the whipped cream like it was a work of art. Then dark chocolate was drizzled across it richly and Jackson could feel himself salivating at the sweet, tempting smell.
Jackson watched the whole process with child like interest.
“Ma’am, you’re really good at this!” Jackson complimented her and she beamed at him as she rolled up his crepe. “How long have you been doing this?”
“Oh, 7 years, give or take. It never gets old.” The elder lady handed him his crepe. “Everyday I get to see friends and couple, just like yourselves passing through and growing. There’s always someone interesting coming by.”
“That’s so cool!” Bambam chimed in. “You must have the best job in the whole world!”
“Oh you’re sweet. It’s not so much the job as it is your attitude.” She spoke with the wisdom of someone who had done many jobs and moved around just as often. “As long as you focus on what your work gives you instead of what it takes away from you, you’ll find enjoy joy in what you do.”
“That’s good advice.” Jackson glanced at Bambam before looking back at her. “Thank you so much for the food and the talk, ma’am! We’ll come visit you again soon!”
“Oh alright then! Have a good day, you two!”
Jackson and Bambam bowed at her before heading on their way with on last wave to the kind elder lady.
Bambam paused for a second as he looked at his crepe. It had finally hit him that somehow, he was going to have to eat this. He opened his mouth as if to just bit into it but then he closed it and pulled away. He cocked his head to the side and furrowed his brow. Deciding to just go for it after not thinking of a better strategy to eat it, he leaned back down and bite into it.
The chocolate smeared across his lips and a piece of the crepe fell to the ground. Jackson let out a high pitched, hyena-like laugh at his expense.
“Shut up! … How do you even eat these?” Bambam mumbled. He kept looking at his crepe, turning it this way at that, as if it was the most difficult puzzle in the world and his life depended on solving it.
“You just eat it. It’s not rocket science.” Jackson took a bite of his crepe and annoyingly didn’t get any of it on him.
Bambam glared at him as he took another bite. Again, chocolate got all over his lips and even streak across his cheeks instead of inside his mouth.
Jackson laughed at him again and Bambam grumbled to himself.
“You’re so cute, Bambam!” Jackson reached over and brushed his thumb across Bambam’s cheek to get the chocolate off. He brought his thumb back to his mouth and licked it off like it was the most natural things in the world.
Jackson started to walk off, taking another bit of his crepe, but Bambam was frozen in place with cheeks more red than the strawberries in Jackson’s crepe.
He couldn’t quick process what had just happened.
Jackson had. Gotten chocolate off of his face. And licked his thumb clean. And walked away like that was the most fucking sexy thing that had ever happened to Bambam.
“W-Wait! J-Jackson!” Bambam called out and ran after him.
Jackson paused and turned around to find Bambam almost exactly where he had left him. Jackson walked toward him, meeting him halfway.
“You gotta move faster than that if you want to keep up, Bambam.” Jackson slung an arm around his shoulder and pulled him along.
“I-It’s just…” Bambam trailed off, not quite sure was he was trying to say but knowing that he was tired of trying to hide how he felt for Jackson.
Before Jackson had transferred into his class, Bambam didn’t have any friends. But once Jackson, and all his talkative tendencies, took him in he made more friends. He got roped into more class discussion, and he wasn’t as afraid of making mistakes with his Japanese. If he said something wrong, Jackson or one of his classmates would kindly help him. But if Jackson hadn’t been by his side the whole time, he would have been afraid to even try to put himself out there. Jackson had been with him every step of the way.
And slowly.
Bit by bit.
Bambam began to rely on him.
And even more than that, he grew to like him.
And with Jackson standing in front of him, waiting for Bambam to finish what he was saying with a cutely expectant expression, Bambam decided it was time for him to make a move.
“You missed a spot.” He pointed to his chocolate covered lips and nervously shifted his feet.
Jackson froze. He looked stunned at Bambam, who was waiting for him to make a move with adorable pink cheeks and very welcoming lips.
“…”
Jackson slowly reached over and cupped Bambam’s cheek in his right hand. He leaned into the hand and closed his eyes.
Then Jackson whispered hoarsely. “Let me help you get that.”
And Jackson leaned down, oh so slowly, and kissed Bambam.
Bambam’s heart felt like it was swelling too big for his chest, so much that it might burst, and he could almost swear that if he opened their eyes they would see shoo bubbles and flowers all around them.
Because everything was sweet and perfect and warm and Bambam hadn’t felt this at home since he first came to Japan.
Could you do an au where Gwiboon and Jonghyun are both teenagers and dating? They're at the mall watching Taemin who is a toddler and for some reason, he likes to call Gwi umma and he refuses to call Jong appa. Of course, this causes a lot of confusion because the other people think Tae is Gwi's kid and that Jong was probably her second guy. They decide they want to mess with the people a bit, so they just don't deny anything and let the others come to their conclusions. Fluffy and funny please?
Wow this kinda took a life of it’s own and turned into something completely different. I tried to incorporate the prompt as much as I could but I couldn’t do much without it turning too long. Anyways, without further ado, Transgirl Gwiboon and her boyfriend Jonghyun being cute with toddler Taemin!
Warnings: mentions of transphobia and daddy kinks
Gwiboon fiddled with the sleeve of her sweater. She took a deep breath and stood up straight before her nerves got to her again and she adjusted her already straightened out skirt again. Then she pulled out her compact and began to scrutinize her make up and hair. After a moment, she slammed it close with a sharp click and shoved it back into her purse.
“That’s it. I’m not going.” She moved to stand up form the couch where she was waiting for her cousin Taemin to get out of the bathroom.
“Gwiboon…” Warm arms wrapped around her waist before she could stand up completely and she was pulled back down onto the couch. Her boyfriend of six months, Jonghyun curled up into her a nuzzled her neck gently. “I know you want to go. You haven’t been to the mall in ages.”
“I’m fine. I’ve been shopping online!” She tried to wiggle her way out of his arms but he just tightened his grip on her.
Jonghyun lightly pecked her cheek so he wouldn’t ruin her lipstick and rubbed his thumb in lazy, soothing circles at her side. “You hate online shopping though. The clothes never fit you.”
She huffed indignantly and turned her head to the side.
“You’ll be fine, Gwiboon. You know every staff member who works at the mall by name and they all love you. And if they don’t like you anymore because you’ve realized you’re a girl and not a boy then who needs them?”
Gwiboon opened her mouth to argue but Jonghyun spoke over her. “You’re the most beautiful woman in the whole world and you have an impeccable taste in clothing. You’re charming to a fault and if people disagree with your opinions then they can go fuck themselves for all you care.”
Gwiboon smiled slightly and tucked a lock of hair from her wig behind her ear.
“You’re amazing, Gwiboon. I’m so lucky to have you and I’m so proud of you. You’re taking a big step toward becoming your true self and I’m happy that I’m able to hold your hand through it.”
“You big cheese ball…” Gwiboon muttered slightly with a bashful smile on her face. She leaned over and gave him a grateful peck on the cheek.
“Mommy!” A voice called out from the bathroom. Gwiboon perked up and pushed Jonghyun off her so she could rush down the hall to Taemin.
“What is it, baby?” She cooed through the closed door.
Jonghyun had followed lazily behind her and draped himself over he when he finally reached her. Gwiboon huffed at him but let him have his way since she was more focused on Taemin.
“Mommy, look!” Taemin opened the door to the bathroom and grinned up at her with a smile and smeared on make up on his face. On the floor behind him was opened tubes of mascara and broken up clumps of eyeshadow and smushed lipstick. But worst go all of Taemin. He had lips stick on the entire lower half go his face and his mascara and eyeshadow and mixed together until it was a messy finger painting decorating all the way up to his forehead. Taemin beamed up at Gwiboon, proud of the clown like make up he had put on up face.
Jonghyun’s eyes widened and he quickly whipped around to look at Gwiboon. That make up meant a lot to her, he knew it did. That was the first thing she had bought when she started to question her gender. It was what made her realize that she was a girl. Jonghyun had been there with her when she put on the make up the first time. It hadn’t gone very well. Her make up was too heavy and uneven; and in some places it was poorly blended. But Gwiboon started crying the second she saw herself. She gently touched her face and was smiling like it was the first time she had seen herself in a mirror. Ever since then, the make up had become her most prized possession.
But instead of being furious like Jonghyun had expected her to be, she was beaming down at the young boy.
Gwiboon bent down and scooped him up in her arms and twirled him around. “You look beautiful, Taemin!” She sang and Taemin giggled, enjoying being lifted up.
Jonghyun smiled, pleasantly surprised, when she set Taemin back down. Both of them were still smiling bigger than he had ever seen before. Gwiboon knelt down on the ground, so she could be at the same hight as her young cousin.
“But Taemin,” She spoke in a serious tone, the one she only used when she was scolding him. “You know you’re not suppose to touch other people stuff.”
“I know…” He mumbled and shrunk down and a betrayed and slightly confused expression. Just a second ago, Gwiboon had been so happy about his make up. What had changed?
“Next time you want to wear make up, ask me first. I’ll help you put it on!” She smiled at him and took his hand. “Wearing make up is awesome but it’s important to ask for permission first, Taemin.”
“Okay. I will.” He smiled back at her bashfully.
“Now come on,” Gwiboon took his hand and pulled him into the bathroom. “You made this mess so you’re going it help clean it up.”
Laughter and screeches came from the bathroom as Gibbon and Taemin played around as the cleaned and washed up. When they were done, they both changed (they had a water fight and got soaked), and went to the mall together. When they got home that night, everything had gone very well at the mall, just like Jonghyun had predicted. All of Gwiboon’s friends at the mall were very respectful and even helped her pick out some dressed that fit her perfectly (one cashier had notably teased them and asked if Taemin was their son when he called Gwiboon mommy).
When they got home that night, Taemin was tuckered out and went straight to bed with little resistance. Jonghyun and Gwiboon went to their own room quietly and closed the door behind them.
Gwiboon flopped down on the bed with a big sigh and Jonghyun laid down next to her. After a quiet peaceful moment where they lazy held hands, Jonghyun decided to ask her what had been bothering him all day.
“Why didn’t you get angry when Taemin messed up your make up?”
“Because my mom got angry when I touched her make up. And if I get angry with Taemin and he realizes he’s a girl in the future, things will be harder for him.”
Jonghyun pulled Gwiboon into his arms and pecked her lips. “You’re amazing.”
“Thank you, I try.”
They’re quiet for a second more before Jonghyun speaks up again.
“Why does he call you mommy but doesn’t call me daddy?”
"You're an employee and I have a crush on you but when you hand me my soft serve I accidentally grab it by the ice cream instead of the cone" Jackbam
I had way too much fun writing this omg its almost three in the morning but here we are. I hope you like it!! My requests are open btw, if anyone else wants to send in requests!
Jackson sat at a table down at a table in the food court. As he absentmindedly started eating his usual order from the chinese place, he looked over at the ice cream stand.
Since it had been an unusually hot summer that year, you’d expect that they’d be hopping but not a single person was in line to get ice cream. The attendant had a bored, glazed over look in his eye and he was doodling idly on a receipt. Jackson sighed dreamily as he watched the boy.
Jackson had never had a summer romance before but he supposed it was better late than never. He hadn’t gotten the courage to talk to the boy yet but he knew a little bit about his from the many times he walked slowly past the stand to try to listen in on his conversations. His name was Bambam and he had a cute accent that sounded like he was from Thailand? Yeah, it had to be Thailand. Bambam had a cute voice and would chatter on endlessly whenever he was with coworkers. He never stopped smiling and he was always really sweet when kids came to buys ice cream from him.
Letting out a high pitched squeal, Jackson covered his face with his hands and curled in on himself. Just thinking about the cute boy was killing him and he felt his cheeks turn pink. He took a deep breath and tried to breath at a more even pace.
He hadn’t even talked to the guy but Jackson was so whipped for him.
Jackson took a few more bites of his noodles before he peeked back over at the one cream stand. Bambam was still doodling, but overtime someone walked past him he would look up hopefully at them. When they didn’t even glance at him, he’d sigh and add on to his doodle. Jackson frowned and rested his chin on his hand as he watched Bambam. No one was stopping by the stand and he was working all by himself today. that couldn’t be fun.
With every sigh from Bambam, Jackson grew more restless. It was obvious that Bambam wasn’t having fun. He was normally so lively, even when it was slow. Had something happened? Had he been alone all day? Or was it something else?
So consumed in worries for his crush, Jackson didn’t realize how much he had eaten until he stabbed the bottom of the styrofoam carton and came up empty handed. He gave the carton a reproachful look, as if it was the reason Bambam was unhappy. Restless, he used his plastic fork to carve into to the carton. He ended up trying to make a likeness of Bambam that looked at him with a fake, unhappy smile.
“What are you looking at?” Jackson asked Fake Bambam.
Fake Bambam said nothing, even when Jackson raised his eyebrows challengingly. Jackson slammed the lid down so Fake Bambam couldn’t give him that look again but it sprang back up and Fake Bambam smiled mockingly at him.
“What?” Jackson said angrily. “Are you saying I should go talk to him? That’s crazy. I can’t just go up to him say ‘Hi I’d like some ice cream. Wow it sure is slow for you to day that’s really weird shouldn’t you be busy when it’s this hot outside?’ I can’t just strike up a conversation with him like that.”
Fake Bambam said nothing but continued to stare at him. Jackson stared back at him. After a minute of the impossible staring contest, Jackson finally gave into his stinging eyes and blinked.
“Okay,” He pointed at Fake Bambam. “You’ve convinced me. I’ll go talk to him.”
Jackson stood up and threw away his trash before heading to the ice cream stand. So he wouldn’t freak out, Jackson forced himself not to think as he got closer to he guy he’d been crushing in all summer. Bambam glanced up a little and smiled when he saw the man heading straight at him. He quickly put away the recipe filled with his doodles on it.
“Hi!” Bambam cheerfully greeted him when he was still a few feet away from the counter. “Would you like some ice cream?”
“Yeah, that sounds great!” Jackson smiled in a way he hoped was handsome and charming instead of terrified and nervous like he actually felt.
“What flavor would you like?” He asked.
“Hm… What do you recommend?” Jackson was thankful he had day dreamed about talking to Bambam a thousand times before because that helped him think of something to actually say because honestly he had no idea what any of the flavors they had were. They were all called “Fruit Flavor Fire” and “Chunky Chocolate Charlie” and a bunch of other alliterations and bad puns. Which was cool, unless you wanted to know what they tasted like.
Bambam beamed at him. He probably never got asked that. “Well, personally I love Funky Chunky Fruit. It sounds gross -I have no idea who comes up with the names for these flavors at - It’s vanilla with random streaks of different fruit flavors mixed in.”
“Eh, I’m not much of a fruit person.” Jackson wrinkled his nose slightly. “Got anything unique with chocolate?”
“Well,” Bambam laughed and Jackson swore he nearly died from how sweet it sounded. “How much chocolate are you willing to eat? I can give you chocolate ice cream with streaks of chocolate syrup in it with chunks of chocolate in it with as well as brownies and then dip it in chocolate and and put in it a chocolate covered cone.”
“That sounds like way too much chocolate.” Jackson said with wide eyes. “I’ll take a large.”
“Wow really? You’re just going right for it.” Bambam smiled as he put on some gloves and began to scoop out the ice cream.
“Might as well. Where’s the fun in holding back?”
However, when Bambam handed him the massive, way too chocolatey ice cream cone, Jackson may have had a few regrets. It only took one bite for him to feel sick of chocolate. But Bambam was watching him expectantly with an innocent and adorable smile on his face. Jackson forced himself to take another bite.
But while he ate, Bambam kept talking to him. No one stopped by the ice cream stand with so they were never interrupted. They ended up chatting for like half an hour before the mall started to shut down and the employees from the rest of the food court began to leave. By that time, Jackson’s ice cream was long gone and the two were talking like they had known each other for years.
“Hold on a second Jackson, I gotta check out my drawer.” Bambam said when it was closing time.
“I’ll wait for you,” Jackson smiled. “We can walk out together.”
“O-Oh. Okay.” Bambam quickly turned around and if Jackson wasn’t totally crushing on him and sure he was over analyzing everything Bambam did, he’d say he’d been blushing.
A few minutes later, Bambam ran hung up his apron and ran over to Jackson. In his hands, He held two small vanilla ice cream cones.
“I couldn’t fit anymore vanilla into our overflow containers so they were going to be thrown out. Want one?” Bambam offered one of the cones to Jackson.
“Yeah, thanks man.” He smiled at the ice cream boy briefly before glancing at the message his mom had just sent him. He went to grab it blindly but instead of his hands meeting the crisp cone, his hand met something really cold a squishy.
Jackson made a grossed out confused, and slightly offended expression as he pulled his hand away and found it covered in vanilla ice cream.
Bambam and he were silent for a moment as they took in his hand covered in the sticky white substance.
Then, all of a sudden, Bambam cracked up. He was laughing so hard his face was turning red and Jackson was starting to feel like a clown. He held his hand up to his face to cover his mouth, forgetting that he too was holding ice cream, and accidentally stuck his nose in it but that only made him laugh harder. He was gasping and wheezing for air and Jackson was partially happy that he was the one that made him laugh so hard, partially offended that it had to be at his expense.
“You have no right to be laughing at me!” Jackson yelled indignantly, launching his crush into a new cacophony of giggles. “You have ice cream on your nose!”
He reached out at went to wipe it off of his nose to show him how much was on his face but missed and instead slipped his fingers across Bambam’s lips. They both froze instantly. Jackson eyes were wide and Bambam let out a shaky breath that Jackson could feel brush against his fingers. Bambam had soft lips that were a lovely natural shade of pink. They were slightly sticky from the ice cream he had just been eating and it flashed through Jackson’s head that his lips were probably just as sweet as the desert he served. Jackson glanced up and met Bambam’s eyes. He stared curiously back at him.
Suddenly, Jackson was startled into realizing that he was touching the lips of the boy he had a massive crush on since summer had started. He quickly pulled away and looked at the ground. He just couldn’t bring himself to look at Bambam and see what his reaction was.
A hand reached out and gently touched his cheek.
Jackson looked up just as Bambam stood up on his tip toes. Bambam leaned in close and softly, lingeringly, placed a peck on Jackson’s cheek.
“Don’t think I didn’t notice you watching me all summer.” Bambam grinned mischievously and winked at him before turning and walking to his car. Jackson watched him go until he got in his car and drove away.
Jackson reached up and gently touched his cheek.
Bambam had kissed him.
Jackson had never had a summer romance before, let alone a summer crush. He had never had soda sweetened kisses on beaches by a bonfire or summer drives in the heart listening to music full blast down the freeway. He had never held hands with someone under the stars and danced with the fireflies with his loved one in the forest.
But as Jackson stood outside the mall his his hands covered in vanilla ice cream and cheek slightly sticky from the ice cream covered lips of his crush, he couldn’t help but think that maybe this year he would have a summer romance.
‘I called you because I was curious and wow you have a very soothing voice can you please sing me to sleep’ AU for JongKey?
I got you! <3
“I’m just saying,” Kibum said in between munches of popcorn. “No sex line worker would actually like a client.”
“Shut up,” Taemin snapped at him, way too absorbed in the bad c-list rom com they had found in the dark depths of netflixs for his own good. “It’s a movie. They can take artistic liberties.”
Kibum gave him a look. “Okay…? You’re really getting into this. I thought you hated rom coms.”
“Shut up, I can’t hear what their saying.” He didn’t even take his eyes off the TV to glance at his friend.
“…How much money do you thing he spent trying to woo her with his bad porno moans?”
“Oh my god, Kibum.”
“I’m just saying. The fees can’t be cheap. I want to know how much money he wasted on her.”
“Do I look like I’ve used a sex line?” Taemin sighed in exasperation.
“Yes.”
“Fuck you.”
One melodramatic climax later (the girl and guy ended up together predictably and Taemin unpredictively started crying. Kibum wasn’t sure why he related to the bad movie on such a deep level and he was too afraid to ask.), Taemin bid his room mate good night and went to bed.
Kibum, however, had no intention of going to bed just yet. He was still wide awake and didn’t think he’d be able to fall asleep any time soon. He played down on the couch and stared at the ceiling, letting his thoughts wonder as they may.
He thought of his fashion class briefly, and of the homework he’d been putting off that he’d have to take care of tomorrow. He thought of his grandma and how much he missed her. He thought of his room mate and the weird attachment he had to the movie that was essentially a middle aged women porno they had watched earlier. He thought about the gapping plot holes in it and scoffed slightly at the bad acting.
But then he thought about sex lines. He had never called one before; Didn’t really see the point in them. With high speed internet available almost everywhere he went, he had a world of free porn at his finger tips should he ever need it.
But he couldn’t help but wonder… What was it like to call a sex line? Was it better than porn? Was it more intimate? Was it like someone was there with you as you got off?
Kibum sat up quickly and looked up a sex line impulsively on his phone. With out giving it much thought, he dialed up the first number he came across.
As his phone rang through to the other line, he tried to rationalize himself before he started to panic.
He was young, he was allowed to be curious about these sorts of things. It was totally normal for him to try out something knew. And it was no skin off his knee if he didn’t like it. He had just gotten a bonus at work so it wouldn’t harm him too much in the financial department.
Before he could get too wrapped up in his thoughts, he got through to the other line.
“Hello, this is Jjong and I’ll be serving you today.”
Kibum froze as a downright heavenly voice spoke to me.
“What can I do for you today?” Jjong asked him.
HIs voice was as soft as velvet and Kibum felt like he was cooing his ear with every word he said.
“O-Oh, Um…” He stuttered. “I don’t really want to um… You know. I just called because I was curious.”
“Ah,” Jjong didn’t sound surprised. It ran across Kibum’s mind that he probably wasn’t the only one who called because they were curious but then Jjong started talking again and all his thoughts abandoned him. “Well, I don’t have to dirty talk you. If you’d like, I could just talk to you or something like that. It doesn’t really matter to me what we do as long as it makes you comfortable.”
Kibum swore Jjong had the same kind of voice as a singer who could captivate audiences with a single song and make them fall in love with him for just the few minutes he sang.
“Would you sing for me?” Kibum asked him. ”I’m having a hard time falling asleep.”
“Really? You call a sex line when you can’t sleep?” Jong sounded mildly amused.
“My friend and i were watching this movie earlier and one of the characters was a sex line worker so I got curious.” Kibum tried to defend himself.
“I suppose that makes sense.” Kibum could hear shuffling on the other end and Jjong took a drink of water. “Well, are you ready for me to sing you a lullaby?”
“Yeah, I’m bundled up in a mountain of blankets.”
“Sound like you were born ready. I bet you look really cute.”
Kibum flushed slightly, pleased.
Jung started singing a soft ballad. As he sang about an old love turning stale, Kibum fell asleep with a peaceful smile on his face.
A/N: I’m having some seriously sucky writers block some Im trying to force my way through it with bad drabbles. If you send in a request I’ll probably do it
Kibum’s lips tasted like cotton candy dreams and soda pop filled summers. Like wishing on shooting stars and singing in the rain. Like falling in love with a childhood friend and a thousand love songs playing endlessly on the radio. Like a dream within a dream and a reality too good to be true.
After years of silently pining and always being just one step away from where he wished he could be, Jonghyun found himself in the remarkable place of being in his first love’s arms.
It was a chaste press of lips, nothing more. But Jonghyun felt his heart over flowing with a thousand things he had never felt before, like a shell around his heart and been ripped open and everything he had bottled up all those years was tumbling out.
When Kibum slowly pulled away from Jonghyun and moved his hands from Jonghyun’s cheeks to his waist, there was an peaceful quiet around them. After years of being stuck in a push and pull of unsure emotions, they had finally come together.
Jonghyun kept his eyes close after the kiss. Somehow, even though it had been his own kiss, it felt like he was intruding on something very private. His cheeks were blushing faintly and he bowed his head to try to hid it. But them Kibum leaned forward and captured his lips in a more passionate kiss, and Jonghyun found himself lost once more in the lips that tasted of every cliche dream he had ever had.
‘Hey bastard this store is already closed oh wait you’re hot never mind please do come in’ AU
'I’m on the verge of tears because of a rude customer and you step in and stand up for me’ AU
‘I can feel you silently judging me as you ring up my purchases I swear I’m not using these for their intended purpose’ au
‘Why does this cost TEN DOLLARS THIS IS AN OUTRAGE’ AU
Hairdresser AU
‘You’re my regular customer and I’m in love with the feel of your hair’ AU
“Rumor has it that you’re a hairdresser with magic fingers and you can fix any bad hair day so that’s why I’m here’ AU
Gift store AU
'Why the fuck are you choosing that for a gift to your crush’ AU
‘You walk in and offer to pay me to wrap your gifts’ AU
Florist AU
‘I work as a florist and every day you walk in, buy one flower and give it to me’ AU
‘I work part-time in a flower shop and you keep asking me about what this flower means in flower language and I honestly don’t know so you end up giving me a lesson’ AU
Jewellery shop AU
'You walk in and ask for the most expensive piece are you loaded to the gills what the fuck man’ AU
‘I’m the employee and this is the first time ever I’ve met you but you buy me a necklace saying the gem compliments my eyes’ AU
Coffee Shop AU
I write a bad pick up line on your cup every time I’m your barista’ AU
'You’re the customer and you get back at me for all the times I’ve spelt your name wrong by mispronouncing my name in increasingly horrible ways’ AU
'You’re really short and cute and you buy a cup of black coffee every morning but you make weird faces as you sip it and you never finish your drink are you trying to look mature or something’ AU
'Should I be concerned about how much caffeine you’re taking in’ AU
Bakery AU
'Your love of strawberry shortcake really doesn’t match your appearance but i still think that’s really cute’ AU
'Every morning you walk in and inhale deeply then walk back out seriously just buy something already’ AU
Drug Store/Chemist AU
'You embarrassedly place your items into the counter so I call a price check just to make you feel more awkward, but it turns out one of your items were actually overpriced’ AU
Bartender AU
'You’re the bartender and you catch someone slipping something into my drink’ AU
‘I ask you to concoct something from all the ingredients on the list i gave you and it ends up tasting so horrible and wrong that i can’t stop laughing’ AU
Teacher AU
We’re both teachers and at the end of the year we compare how many gifts we’ve received from students and you’ve won for the past three years’ AU
'Romeo and Juliet of the math and english dept. in school’ AU
Writer AU
I’m a writer and when it gets close to my deadlines I neglect taking care of myself so you’ll pop in my house every so often to make sure I’m doing okay’ AU
Fast food Chain AU
‘You just ordered a smile and I look at you like you’re batshit insane before bursting out into laughter’ AU
‘You’re an employee and I have a crush on you so when you hand me the soft serve I accidentally grab it by the ice cream instead of the cone’ AU
‘We have a free refill policy for soft drink and you’ve prepared several empty bottles what the fuck’ AU
Corner Shop AU
‘I see you come in here every day to buy the same drink and one day I leave a message on the bottle’ AU
‘You run in looking really panicked and you ask for 6 gallons of milk why’ AU
Restaurant AU
‘You’re a famous critique and I’m a server and I get so nervous that I trip and spill the dish all over you’ AU
‘You’ve always been a good cook so I encouraged your start your own restaurant and seven years down the track you own one of the most successful businesses’ AU
Idol/Manger AU
‘I’m your manager and holy shit you have crazy fans’ AU
‘You’re an idol and you got the lead role in a romance drama and you practice at my expense’ AU
‘Can you please act appropriately do you know just how many of your fuck ups I’ve had to cover up last week’ AU
Firefighter AU
‘You’ve just been saved from a burning building and you’re begging to go back in to save your pet cat’ AU
“No that’s impossible how the fuck did you manage to get it to catch fire?!” AU
Sex Line Operator AU
‘I called you because I was curious and wow you have a very soothing voice can you please sing me to sleep’ AU
‘I have a very cute neighbour and very thin walls and one day I call you and err your moans are very synchronised with my neighbour’s’ AU
And Finally:
You’re a drug lord and I think I’ve just walked into your drug den’ AU
he just came in again and when I tried to tell him to fight me again I started coughing and I couldn’t breathe and then then he just smiled and told he won’t fight me because he knows I’d win
A/N: *crawls out of a grave* I’m still alive have a one shot
Jonghyun’s life was by no means a special one. He had just finished another day of high school and was heading home to another night of tortuous homework. His house wasn’t very far from school, thank goodness, but he did have to cross a few major intersections to get there. That day a truck driver had had too much to drink and ran a red light. Jonghyun would have been hit had it not been for the angel.
Jonghyun had closed his eyes, bracing for the impact and the on coming pain when he felt a pair of warm arms wrap around him protectively and lift him into the air. When he opened his eyes a second later, he was on the sidewalk on the other side of the street in the arm of a handsome boy with high cheekbones, lips more fit for cupid than an angel, and beautiful white wings.
The angel smiled at him and he swore his heart skipped a beat.
Jonghyun was 14 when he met his guardian angel.
***
At 15, he had long since grown use to the idea of the mythical being real. It hadn’t been difficult, considering his very own guardian angel spent everyday from dawn to dusk with him.
His angel’s name was Key and it was his job to look after Jonghyun, his protected. He helped Jonghyun do his homework, made sure he ate every meal, and protected him from anything dangerous or harmful. Somewhere along the way, he had also became Jonghyun’s best friend.
Key was a bit of a diva. He nagged him about his fashion choices and his bad habits, and went on endlessly about how careless he was about leaving his school books at home. But he was also kind and caring. Key was the one who convinced him to take up an instrument and start composing. He listened to all Jonghyun’s problems and gave him useful advice. The angel was always there for him and Jonghyun was grateful that he had someone to rely on.
***
At 16, he had been picked up by an entertainment company and shoved into a dorm filled with other boys while he trained and waited to debut. Invisible to everyone but his protected, Key found Jonghyun drifting away from him since they could never talk in front of others.
Key watched his protected grow stronger and work harder than he ever had before. Every time Jonghyun did something that was one more step toward his goal of being an idol, Key felt himself glow with pride.
But at night. when it was only him and the stars and sound of Jonghyun’s soft breath as he dreamed, Key let himself long for the past. He missed the days when it was just the two of them. He missed being able to talk to his protected, to encourage him, to give him advice. He missed being able to tease Jonghyun about his messy hair in the morning without being ignored so that the other trainees wouldn’t think he was crazy.
He missed Jonghyun even though he was still by his side every day.
***
At 18, Jonghyun debut with some friends he had made as a trainee. He smiled at Key after his debut stage before getting ushered into a van by his manager and the angel felt his heart swell and his cheeks burn.
Key had never been more proud and more lonely.
***
At 19, Jonghyun and Key didn’t talk anymore. The angel couldn’t even be in the same room with him. The tension between them had broken one night, after Key had spent hours in silence while Jonghyun laughed and messed with his band members while they practiced. The angel had yelled at his protected and Jonghyun had yelled back. They both said terrible things they didn’t mean but knew would tear the other down in one blow.
But Key still watched over Jonghyun, because what’s the difference in watching over from a far than up close and in silence.
***
At 20, Jonghyun had his first kiss with a boy and Key felt himself cry as he watched but he wasn’t sure why.
Maybe he missed Jonghyun more than he let himself admit.
***
At 21, Jonghyun and his first boyfriend had a messy break up. Key sat on the roof of the apartment across from Jonghyun’s and watched over him through the dorm window as his sobbed into his pillow. His band members tried to cheer him up in all the wrong way and Jonghyun ended up locking them out of his room so he could cry in peace (Key felt most smug because the people who talked to him more than the angel didn’t know how to comfort him but he did).
Key watched over him quietly as Jonghyun started tearing love songs out of this notebook that he had written for his boyfriend and thrown them into the trash. For months the songs had stayed in his notebook, unseen by their muse, since every time Jonghyun brought his boyfriend over, all he wanted to do was make out. His ex had never given him a chance to share what was most important to him since he didn’t care about anything he had to say in the first place.
When Jonghyun had finally cried himself to sleep, his guardian angel got to work and pulled every scrap of paper out the trash and taped them back together. Even if they were a painful reminder right now, he would want his compositions later. There was nothing his protected loved more than his music, not even his ex-boyfriend. Then the angel set them on his desk with a small bag of his favorite candy and gently kissed his protected’s forehead to bless him with a dreamless sleep.
“Silly boy,” He whispered in a voice raspy with disuse. “Why would you care so much about someone you couldn’t share your music with?”
Then he left.
***
At 22, Key slipped up and Jonghyun saw him for the first time in three years.
When the moon was new and there was nothing but stars to pin the sky back in place, Key let himself be close to Jonghyun. While his protected slept, he lay on the bed next to him, like they had done from when their first met nearly 10 years ago to his first days as a trainee, and stroked his hair. When Jonghyun slept, he was 14 again and any moment he could wake up and smile at Key in that puppy-like way of his and ask him to play a game.
But Jonghyun never asked him, never smiled at him, and never woke up. He slept through the nights that Key looked forward to the most and was never any wiser.
On a night when clouds covered the stars as well as the moon and there was nothing but shadows pressed against the dorm windows, Key went to Jonghyun’s side. He ran his fingers through his protected’s hair like he always did, gently untangling any knots and working out any gel that had’t gotten washed out in his quick shower earlier. But when Jonghyun’s hair was smooth and tangle free again, he didn’t want to leave. Key sat by Jonghyun and watched him properly, up close and personal, for the first time in years.
There was a comforting contentment in being this close to his protected that just didn’t come from watching over him from a far.
As Key sat there, he found that he had so much to say to his protected. Three years of silence had been terrible and so much had happened that Key wanted to talk about but knew he never could. Jonghyun never did anything more than listen.
Key’s mouth opened but no words came out. He closed it again and he withdrew his hand from Jonghyun’s hair.
What was the point is saying anything? Jonghyun couldn’t even listen while he was asleep.
The angel sighed and started to stand up when hand reached out and grabbed his wrist.
“Don’t go…”
Key’s head whipped around and stared at his protected. “…What?”
“Don’t leave me…” Jonghyun’s voice was barely above a whisper. His slowly cracked open his eyes and gazed up at his guardian angel. “I miss you. Please don’t leave me again…”
Something inside Key broke as he stared down at his protected. Jonghyun looked so sad, so vulnerable , and Key knew he could never leave his side again.
He reached over and cupped Jonghyun’s cheek in one hand and leaned over him until their foreheads touched. He closed his eyes a willed himself not to cry but didn’t realize that his tears already when dripping on to Jonghyun’s cheeks beneath him.
“I’m sorry. I won’t. I’ll always be here for you.”
It was at 22, after three years of silence, that Jonghyun and Key shared their first kiss.
***
At 23, Jonghyun had convinced his manager to let him have his own room. It wasn’t hard to do, since he composed many of the band’s tracks and his musical equipment was spilling over into his roommates side of the room.
Key loved the new arrangement since it meant he could have conversations with Jonghyun when he first woke up in the morning again. He could kiss him awake as well, and since Jonghyun had told him it was is favorite way to get up and Key was more than happy to oblige.
The summer that year was hotter than normal, so on his days off Jonghyun preferred to lounge around and share lazy kisses his with angel than to brave the heat to go out with his band mates. If the other members noticed anything unusual about the amount of time Jonghyun spent in his room alone they said nothing and let him has some privacy.
Key discovered he had a knack for coordinating outfits when Jonghyun wouldn’t wake up one morning so he went ahead and picked out an outfit for him to give him a few more minutes of well earned rest. The outfit ended up being a hit so Key assigned himself the role of Jonghyun’s personal coordi.
Jonghyun may have mumbled complaints about being treated like a barbie doll but he didn’t seem to mind too much when Key stole kisses from him while helping him change quickly in the morning.
***
At 24, a fan came to Jonghyun during a fan sign and asked him when he would get a girlfriend.
Jonghyun had smiled and said they typical idol response of being too focused on his band to think about a relationship.
But when the girl left and the next one asked him when he looked for in a girlfriend, Jonghyun began to realize how unconventional his relationship was.
Key had been a part of his life for ten years now. He was a normal everyday thing to Jonghyun but to everyone else he was invisible. Literally. Jonghyun could never tell his fans he was happily in a relationship with someone they couldn’t see. But he couldn’t imagine himself with anyone else. Key and he were like ill-fitted puzzle pieces. They made up for what the other lack but weren’t perfect. They fought and argued like everyone else but at the end of the day they made each other better people.
***
At 26, his company came to him and inquired about his lack of a love life. The other members in his group had at least shown interest in dating but Jonghyun seemed to be interested in nothing but his work.
After being grilled for half an hour, Jonghyun irritatedly admitted that he was in a relationship with a childhood friend.
His manager paused. “Why haven’t I seen her? You’re not that good at hiding things.”
Jonghyun grimaced slightly at the manager thinking he was straight. “We have a long distance relationship. They travel a lot for their work.”
Key stood in the corner of the room with his mouth wide open and a look of shock on his face. He had never expected Jonghyun to ever tell anyone about them let alone his manager. With his hand covering his mouth, he turned away so Jonghyun couldn’t see the tears of joy welling up in his eyes.
***
At 30, Jonghyun confessed to his fans that he was in a relationship with someone at a press conference. There was an uproar of joy and his fans all yelled their congratulations to him. They had all been worried he would never settle down and find happiness. One of the members in his band was already married and the rest had at least had one relationship.
Jonghyun bowed to them to show his thanks and to make a plea. “The person I’m in a relationship is very important to me. They have been a dear friend of mine for nearly twenty years now. However, they’re very shy and prefer to have a private life. I haven’t told you about our relationship before now on their request because of this. I hope that you’ll respect my partner’s wishes and allow them to continue to have this privacy.”
Key stood right next to him on the stage, beaming at the audience.
***
At 40, Jonghyun’s band had finally broken up after many years and many albums. They were all still good friends but they moved on to other work. One started managing a new boy band made up of trainees from their old company. Another started working more seriously as an actor. Their leader went on to form his own entertainment company that was very successful.
Jonghyun, however, never stopped composing. He bought a small little cottage out in the country and moved in with Key. With no one else for miles, they had more freedom than they had ever had before. Key could tended to the garden while Jonghyun was inside at their baby grand piano creating his latest masterpiece. Sometimes Key would sit by his side as he composed and help him write the lyrics and sing them as he played. Jonghyun often told him his voice was beautiful and that it’s a shame recording equipment couldn’t pick up his heavenly voice.
Key and Jonghyun could walk hand in hand together through the woods by their cottage and talk animatedly without having to worry about Jonghyun being caught talking to seemingly no one.
***
At 50, Jonghyun was invited to a ceremony that recognized artists for their accomplishments. He was given more awards than he could carry and Key began to realize that he would always be in a constant state of being proud of his protected.
***
At 60, Jonghyun got very sick. He was taken to the hospital and stayed there for many weeks. The doctors were amazing at how optimistic he was, despite his illness being terminal. When he was asked about it, Jonghyun simply said he had lived a full life already and done everything he could think of wanting to do.
What he didn’t tell them was that his guardian angel was always by his side to reassure him. Though the years had finally caught up with Jonghyun and his face begun to droop and was creased with the wrinkles of a thousand smiles, Key still looked as young and as beautiful and they day he had first saved Jonghyun’s life. The angel teased his boyfriend endlessly about his gray hairs (“You dyed it gray too many times when you were young. I knew exactly how you were going to look when you got old.”) and aching arthritis (“What did I tell you about spending all those nights composing instead of sleeping?”) but he still cared for his protected. When the pain became too much for Jonghyun, Key would gently presses his cupid bow lips against where it hurt and kiss away the pain for him.
***
At 65, Jonghyun may have been trapped in a hospital bed but that did not stop him from composing. Key had taken over writing everything down for him. Every morning he would sneak out of the hotel room before Jonghyun woke up and pick a bouquet of flowers from a nearby garden to place in a small vase at his bedside. When Jonghyun woke up, they would get right to work and start writing all of the melodies that came to his head.
It was the greatest out pouring of songs he had ever had. Each one was more beautiful and touching than the last. When one was completed, Key would sing it once for Jonghyun. His protected loved his voice more than any other in the world. He said it brought him peace. When Key had finished singing, Jonghyun would tell him who he wanted the song to be given to and Key would write the name across the top.
***
At 66, Jonghyun’s condition was getting worse. Key no longer went out in the morning to get flowers. He spent every second with his lover. With every passing day, Jonghyun’s grip on Key’s hand was getting weaker and weaker and the angel was getting more and more afraid.
One day, when Jonghyun was a bit more quiet than normal, He looked out the window at the bright blue sky.
“Would you open the window for me?” He asked Key. “I haven’t smelt the sunshine in a while.”
Key nodded tersely and gave Jonghyun’s hand a quick squeeze before slowly getting up. He opened the window and a warm breeze came in. The many folders of songs littered across the room fluttered in the wind and Jonghyun took a deep breath of the fresh air.
“You use to bring me flowers…” He mused.
“Yes,” Key went straight back to Jonghyun’s side and took his hand in his own again. “I stole them from the hospital garden.”
Jonghyun chuckled. “I feel loved.”
“Only the best for you, Jjong.” He smiled softly and brought their hands to cheek and gently nuzzled them.
“Would you bring me some more?”
Key’s eyes flew open.
“Just this once.”
Key was silent and his grip tightened slightly. “… Promise me you won’t go any where without me.”
“I’ll be here when you get back.”
Key gave him a lingering kiss. “I’ll be right back with your flowers.”
The second he stepped out of the room be sprinted down the hall, as if it was a race against the clock. Key skipped the elevator and instead ran down the stairs. He was sweaty and out of breath by the time he reached the bottom but he didn’t stop. He ran to the gardens and quickly grabbed the first flowers he saw. He turned to leave but before he could even take a step toward the hospital, he felt his mouth run dry.
There was no point for him to go back to the hospital room any more.
He could always feel Jonghyun’s presence. Even when they were fighting and he flew a hundred miles away, he knew where Jonghyun was.
But right now, he felt nothing.
Key felt like half of his heart had been taken from him and shattered in a million glittering peaces that had no hope of ever being put back together. A screamed ripped out of his throat and tears began to stream down his face.
Jonghyun was gone.
***
Jonghyun woke up to the sound of the voice he always thought was the most beautiful in the whole world. The voice was singing his favorite song, the one he composed for the one he loved the most many years ago. But some how, the song had never sounded so peaceful.
Something soft touches his temple and then someone gently shakes him.
“Come on, lovely, I know you’re awake. It’s time to get up.”
Jonghyun opened his eyes and slowly sat up. He felt like he had had a long long. He was rejuvenated. All of the stiffness in his old bones were gone and the chronic pain that even Key couldn’t kiss away was gone.
Around him, there was white for as far as he could see. There was just the endless nothingness.
“I wasn’t sure what would happen when you passed,” Jonghyun turned around and found that he had been laying in Key’s lap. “Sometimes angels are separated from their protected after they pass on.”
“But you’re here.” Jonghyun was pleasantly surprised when he heard his voice. His voice didn’t have the roughness that came with old age any more.
“I am,” Key beamed at him. “And so are you.”
“Where are we?”
Key heaved a sigh and looked up and what should be the sky. “Forever.”
“Does that mean we’ll always be together?”
“Yes,” Key smiled and wrapped his arms around Jonghyun’s waist, giving him a quick peck on the cheek while he did so. “You’re stuck with me for good.”
“Thank doesn’t sound too bad. Could be worse.”
Key pretended to be offended. “What’s that suppose to mean?”
“I means I wouldn’t mind spending forever with you.”
“You’re still a sap, Jonghyun.”
“But you love it.”
“Yeah, I guess I do.”
“You guess?” It was Jonghyun’s turn to pretend to be offended.
“Well, it could be worse. I could have said ‘I guess I love you.’”
“But I don’t need you to tell me that.”
“Why not?”
“Because I know you love me.”
Key smiled and booped his nose. “I know you love me, too.”
aus for a group of friends aka family who probably all live together in a ridiculously cramped apartment and all love one another way too much
“uh oh we ran out of chips and instant noodle time for an emergency trip to the grocery store at 1AM IN THE MORNING. and only one of us gets to sit in the shopping cart ”
EVERYBODY CRAMMED INTO THE TINY PURIKURA PHOTO BOOTH and whoever is adding all those sparkly heart decorations needs to stop!!
horror movie night and there is only one blanket so everyone crowds around sharing the sides and corners, limbs all tangled.
water park au?? “dont you dare point that sprinkler at me dont you fucking dare–”
the weekly super smash bros/mario kart house tournament and how come it’s always those two battling for the top spot.
“alright who ate the last piece of chocolate cake i thought we all agreed to share it?!”
taking up an ENTIRE SECTION of tables at the restaurant and ends up getting kicked out for “disrupting the public” (aka laughing way too loud at jokes and possibly playing with their food)
EVERYONE PILED ONTO THE BUS TO PICK UP MISSING MEMBER FROM THE AIRPORT. loud hugging and chattering when said member shows up at the arrivals gate.
‘i fucking hate the beach but you’re a hot lifeguard and dammit why won’t you notice me’ au
‘every wednesday at the same damn time you’re at the same cereal aisle getting the same cereal brand and i’ve been trying to make a move on you for ages’ au
‘i’m drunk and sad and dialed the wrong number but you picked up and now i can’t get you out of my head’ au
‘we met through a video game and now we talk everyday but holy shit i think i’m in love with you’ au
‘we don’t know each other at all but got stuck in an elevator together and in that hour i feel like i’ve known you longer than i’ve known my best friends’ au
‘i’m a single parent with a son starting his first year of middle school and i think ‘i’m falling for his english teacher’ au
‘you’re an annoying rich kid and i fucking hate you but actually i really don’t and why won’t you just kiss me you fool’ au
‘i don’t like you at all but you give the greatest handjobs i’ve ever experienced and i know this was suppose to be an only sex thing but do you wanna go out on a date’ au
‘you look awfully familiar aND HOLY SHIT you’re that person in that porn magazine i wanked off to when i was 14’ au
I just want them all happy and carefree, not having to worry about idol stuff or public opinion, just chilling in a field, heads in each others' laps, weaving flowers in each others' hair, bouncing freestyles and adlibs off each other, not even bothering to write them down because they know they'll come up with something even better in a few seconds.
one time in grade six i went with my boyfriend to his school dance and when the song low came on i saw him across the gym grinding with a grade five and i got so mad that when single ladies played i stuck my hands up in the air and looked him right in the eyes when beyoncé asked all the single ladies to put their hands up and that’s how i broke up with my first boyfriend
