#key angst

[idkwhatimdoing-studios]

i made the fanfic~

It's not the most jaw dropping thing ever but I liked it well enough to post. Plus I spent like 4 hours writing and rewriting it i genuinely need to sleep lol.

its key angst one shot......

Yes I know the title needs work but I'll think of something once I sleep on it.

Anyways here's the fic~

I hope y'all give it a read and maybe share your thoughts?

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

[taem-min-archived]

Double

PAIRING || Key x reader (X-SHINee??)

GENRES || Horror, x-exo type Key, romance

SUMMARY || Paranoid as he maybe he knew there was someone playing Jekyll and Hyde with him.

WC || 1124

WARNINGS || horror, character deaths

A/N || Tell me what you think about this story, because I want to know whether you guys liked the plot twist or not!

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Everyone had a facade.

But for Kibum, he was sure it was a completely different human.

When he was young, people brushed him off thinking it was just a young boy's obsession over Robert Louis Stevenson, but he always had this inkling feeling there was another him.

And when he grew up, he was even more certain about it.

Maybe it was through the rare comments people dropped to him about seeing him in places he hasn't been to.

Or maybe it was because he felt that he was always being watched.

To the point people called him paranoid.

But he could swear someone was watching him, studying his each and every step.

The only time this paranoia wasn't on his mind was when you were with him.

There was something about you that kept him in ease, something that helped him calm down and gave him something else to think of.

He didn't know when this crush had begun, but he was sure of it by now.

"Kibum."

He blinked, as you waved your hand in front of his face.

He blinked rapidly as you smirked at him, causing him to clear his throat in embarrassment.

"You were uh, saying?"

"Distracted much?" You asked, neatly folding the papers and placing them in the folder. 

He really didn't know how trustworthy fate was, but he sure could thank his stars, and his boss, for giving him this new project with you.

"Yeah...uh you know...football season?" He lied.

You gave him a quizzical look.

"I thought you didn't like sports?"

Kibum cursed himself mentally for lying so obviously.

"I was talking about how our stats have improved so much this month. I think we did a great job!"

"Really?" He was surprised.

Because no matter how hard he worked, his boss always seemed to say it wasn't enough.

"I would love a break." He kyrrered to himself.

But you heard it and let out a loud gasp.

"That's it! We can celebrate tonight because knowing Mr. Lee, we will never get a break."

"Oh." He scratched his neck awkwardly. "So what are you going to do to celebrate?"

You blinked at him, frowning at his obliviousness. Clearly, he hasn't understood what you meant.

"I meant us. We should celebrate. Together."

Kibum felt his cheeks heat up.

Oh god. Where was his sass? Why was he such a mess in front of you?

"Sure. You, uh, want to hang out with me? We could go to that restaurant that opened last month."

You smiled at him, causing his heart to flutter.

"I would love that. Formals?"

"Whatever you are comfortable in."

Now you grinned at him even more brightly.

"You really know how to win my heart, Kibum. "

"You are a monster!" You gasped, covering your mouth so that you didn't cough out your food because of the amount you were laughing.

"He's the monster!" Kibum said, eyes growing wide at her in fake disappointment. "I asked him to take care of my house for a day. Not enter my house, steal my clothes and take my food!"

You laughed more, imagining Taemin's expression when he sent these pictures to Kibum.

"Oh my god you both love each other. Just admit it."

He shook his head rapidly, eyes wide in horror. 

"No way! I only hang out with him because he's Jinki's half brother-"

This time your eyes opened wide at horror.

"J-Jinki? Did you just call Mr. Lee by his name?"

"He's my close friend, okay?"

"This is getting spicier. Should I tell him about all the things you've spoken behind his back?" 

Kibum groaned.

"Please don't."

You laughed.

"Don't worry, I won't tattle to the boss."

You edged closer to him, giving him a soft smile.

He felt his heart flutter, feeling bold enough to wrap his arm around you. You obliged willingly, snuggling closer to him.

"I know this sounds creepy," he began, the alcohol kicking in his system, "but I have a crush on you."

"Funny." You said, your words slightly slurred too. "Because so do I."

Kibum blinked at her, before deciding he had to kiss you. So he leaned in slowly, not breaking eye contact in case you didn't want this but closed his eyes when you met his lips halfway through.

The kiss was a small one, but it was enough to set his heart on fire.

"I really like you." You confessed, as he pressed his forehead against yours.

He smiled at you.

"Do you want to come home with me?"

"Hello babe."

Kibum jumped at those words, and had a bigger heart attack when you worked and sat down beside him.

"Hey?" He said uncertainly, wondering how the new nickname had been assigned to him.

Not that he minded it, he was just surprised.

He hadn't even confessed to you yet, so he wondered if you were using this term of endearment as a joke.

But things got serious, when you wrapped your arms around him.

"I missed you. You were away for two whole days and I missed you so much."

Kibum froze.

"Excuse me?" He asked slowly.

The smile from your  face dropped.

"What do you mean excuse me?"

"You said I've been away for two days?"

"Er, yes?" 

"I, uh, have been away for the whole week though?"

The colours from your face drained out.

"Kibum." You said a bit more sternly. "This isn't funny."

"N-no. I'm not joking! I was with my mother she's sick-"

You could see the fear in his eyes too.

"But I went home with you…" you muttered, feeling dizzy.

"I, uh, I'll be back." Kibum said, getting up unsteadily.

You nodded weakly at him as he walked out of the room.

Pressing your hand to your template, you tried to wrap your mind around what had happened.

The Kibum you had spent time with felt real, he had acted just the way Kibum would.

But so did this one…

Which was the real one then?

Just as that moment you heard a scream come from the bathroom, and you froze, unable to get up from your seat to help the person.

After a few minutes, the door of the room opened and Kim Kibum walked in.

But you could see the change in his attitude, and his appearance.

There was blood splattered over his face as he smirked at you, fear rooting you to your spot.

He took a step closer and you noticed the bloody knife in his hand, fear coursing through your veins.

"Whi-which one are you?" You whispered, throat dry with fear.

He took another step close, now right beside you before smiling cruelly at you.

"Whichever you want me to be, darling."

A/N: Please do tell me what you think about this story!! I worked really hard on it and I would love to know everyone’s thoughts on it~ Comments and reblogs are appreciated!

[ofwolvesandbutterflies]

Synonyms for Painful - Part 1;  SHINee’s Key

20 - difficult; had anyone told me before, I would’ve laugh and said they’re stupid. Only now without you here do I realize how difficult living without you is.

A/N: hullos, I’ve finally decided to post this Part 1 of ‘Synonyms for Painful’. In case you’re new, I will not be posting the sections of this series in chronological order because none of the parts, unless mentioned otherwise, are really connected at all, unless indicated. The numbers before the prompts are just for organization purposes. Without further ado, please enjoy part 1!

and yes... i did take some artistic license to key’s character. 

you should also listen to this nice song as bgm; (x) 

I only have one thing to say about working in an office building; it’s boring as hell. There’s no dragons flying around setting buildings aflame with their fiery breath, there’s never a damsel in distress hanging precariously with one hand from a ledge of a 50-story tower. There’s no dice of destiny deciding your fate; dice that -with one roll- could grant you all the treasure in the universe or trap you in a slow, excruciating death.

Yeah, nope. It’s pretty boring.

Every day it’s the same thing. It’s just me and my office, Kim ‘Key’ Kibum in our shared office as the hours tick by slowly with only a flickering light bulb hanging above us. From the crack of dawn to the first sign of nightfall, our bgm is the the quiet buzzing of the weak light bulb.

The most exciting thing that’s happened throughout our relatively uneventful careers must have been 

that day a storm burned out the electricity in the building and Key and I played poker and b.s. by candle light for the rest of work day. Long story short, life as us was really boring and repetitive and neither of us had a problem with it. We both preferred the serene and recurring safe haven in our shared office. We both preferred life boring.

I’ll admit to staring at him and his delicate features for more than was required time and time again, but it was hard not to. He was decorated with prominent cheekbones, a peaceful smile, and eyes that always scrunched up when he smiled, which was not often. He was around the smaller size when it came to men, perhaps because Asian men were infamous for being short, but he still managed to look good in it. Every day, he surprised me with a new variation to the strict dress code we were stuck working with. I always wondered where he got the money for such clean and professional looking clothes, after all, we didn’t have a very high salary.

Key got his nickname from my first day of work. I had forgotten my office key that first morning. Fortunately, upon walking through the hallway on the floor I was appointed to be in for the next long while, I was only mildly pleased to realize I was sharing an office with the attractive Asian male I had been sneaking glances at on the elevator ride up and that he had his keys. I still remember the way he looked over me, a half smirk painted on his lips when he realized one, that I was doomed to being his office mate for however long we were going to be working here, and two, that I didn’t have my keys.

Ever since that first day, we fell into a pattern of me ‘forgetting’ my keys, and him always there to greet me with keys, that half smirk I might or might not have fallen for and a cup filled with my usual white chocolate mocha.

Yes, it was boring. Yes it was repetitive, but we didn’t mind. So we kept it the same.

That is… at least until one day, he didn’t show up to work and I was forced to ask the secretary for a spare key. At first, I didn’t think much of it, after all, though we had each other’s personal numbers, we never really contacted each other outside of work. There was a good chance he was on sick leave, the flu had been passing through our building.

After about a month of becoming awkwardly acquainted with the secretary, a pleasant, small female with round glasses, dimples, and a crazy amount of unwavering patience, I started to get worried. After another week of racking up the courage to ask her if she knew anything about Key, I finally asked.

This time, I wasn’t met with the same, patient smile. In its place was a sad, sympathetic one. She stared at me with unshed tears painted in her eyes and handed me a plain manila folder. Upon entering the soundless elevator, I pondered the pain in her eyes and the sadness in the wordless silence she had greeted me with.

Arriving at our office, I finally opened the manila envelope, expecting to see a pink slip with his name on it or something. Instead, I was met with the appearance of a hastily written url on a torn piece of paper along with a neatly folded letter. Opening my personal laptop, I quickly typed in the url, not expecting much to pop up. I have never in my life been more wrong. What popped up exactly 0.72 seconds later was a news article whose headlines stopped my heart for a brief, jaw dropping second.

No. No. It couldn't be. Scrawled across the top of the screen were the following words; Terrible 10 Car Collision on the 805 north. 5 People Killed, 7 mortally wounded.

I scrolled down further with my hand shaking badly and tears collecting at corners of my eyes. The list of the deceased drivers finally crawled into view and the dam holding back my tears broke. His name was the first one there.

Dropping my expensive personal laptop, I slid to the floor in shock. I covered my mouth, the tears running down my face and bile building in the back of my throat.

I would never see him again. He would never be there to open the door for me with that snarky smile of his. We could never play b.s. again during our breaks and speak about the older lady next door who wanted to set him up with her granddaughter. I would never get that last cup of white chocolate mocha he always bought for me in the mornings. He was gone. Dead. And to think we were foolish enough to promise to marry each other if by the time we were 45 we hadn't found someone else.

After about an hour sitting there on the floor, crying my eyes out, someone knocked on the door.

Shakily opening the door, the secretary I had been recently getting to know appeared with a smile and letter in her hands. She left shortly after, saying she had spoken with our boss and that I had the rest of the day off.

On the letter was the familiar chicken scratch of my late co worker and best friend. I slowly read his writing, savoring the one sure thing I had left of the man I didn’t realize was my best friend until it was too late.

My favorite person in the whole world~

If you’re reading this and I’m not here… That means something bad happened.

I don’t know if you remembered that one conversation that happened a couple years ago, but during that conversation, I promised never to leave you. I know… it was a stupid promise to make, knowing separation is  inevitable, eventually, one of us might have left. I guess it had to be me. I broke that foolish promise and I cringe to think I ever promised you something so impossible and unrealistic.

If you’re reading this… it also means there’s a possibility you don’t know how much you really mean to me. In the case that you already know, I’ll tell you again. In the case that you don’t… I’d swim across the sea for you even though you know I hardly know how to swim. I’d trek across the hottest desert to make sure you were safe and sound. I’d scale the highest mountain and throw myself in front of a train for you. Chances are though… I never told you all that. I’m saying all these things, yet I didn’t have the balls to tell you in person. I’m such an cowardly idiot.

You know I’ve never been the best expressing myself verbally. I hope you forgive me for promising such a stupid thing when we both knew life is short and could, in a flash, be gone. I wish I could promise to never forget you. I wish I could promise you all the dumb, fluffy things we ridiculed while watching those absurd romantic movies. I wish my promise never to leave you had not been the empty promise it ended up as.

My only wish now is to hope this somehow gets to you and that you’ll never forget me… Don’t forget to find that guy that’ll spice up your life like I should have when I had the chance.

Your Key for however long you’ll want to remember me,

Kim Kibum

By then, his written words were hardly visible from behind the torrents of tears falling from my eyes. I was torn. I was angry. I was in complete and utter despair.  My heart was broken. I wanted with all my being for this to be a cruel joke. It’d been too long without him though. It wasn’t just a cruel joke. He was truly gone. And with him, he took a good sized chunk of my heart I didn’t realize he had grasped in the first place.

I took sick leave for the next week. I scavenged the new papers, I sailed through the news clips. My worst nightmare was confirmed. I would never have a steaming cup of hot white chocolate mocha waiting for me. I’d never see his beautiful naturally contoured facial features or hear his teasing laugh again. I’d never get to braid his hair while he slept, I’d never get to read the ending of that story he was in the process of writing.

Had anyone told me before, I would’ve laugh and said they’re stupid. Only now without you here do I realize how difficult living without you is.

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Hi! I'd like to request #23 with Key. Thank you! I love your writing btw 🤗😄

Kibum + 23. “Just kiss me.”

“It’s adare, love, you have to do it.”

Kibumlaughed at your words. For the longest time when you’d first become friendsyou’d thought his laughter was malicious. It was the glint in his eye when helooked at you. It was only after you’d gotten used to his company that you’drealized that glint was affection.

“Come on,”you prompted. Kibum whined.

You wouldn’tadmit that you were enjoying this. Kibum and you had been friends for too longfor you to ruin it now. But you couldn’t deny your curiosity. You wanted toknow what it would be like to kiss him, to make his heart race, and to make hislips chase yours.

Kibum letout a laugh and you shoved his arm. You were sober, neither of you had beendrinking, and it was still early in the night. You shouldn’t have been pushingyour limits like this. “Just kiss me, Kibum,” you said and you were amazed thatyour words were light and joking.

He leaned inand you prepared yourself, willing your heart to still. You felt his breathbefore anything else and just that was enough to drive you crazy. Then his lipstouched your skin and for a moment you couldn’t process what was happening andthen you realized. He’d kissed your cheek.

“There, Idid it.” He laughed, silly and proud of himself.

You forcedyourself to laugh along. “Good job.”

[jaeminlore]

SHINEE MASTERLIST

» lee jinki

»» incendio — fluff ; hogwarts!au where you help jinki study for his newts

» kim jonghyun (rest in peace, our angel. you’ve done well ♡)

»» enemies to lovers — bulleted scenario ; you and jonghyun are rival wedding planners

» kim kibum

»» cuddle hotline — fluff ; you are a chef and call up the cuddle hotline just to get a food critic. what you got was kim kibum.

» choi minho

» lee taemin

»» me again — gang member!taemin ; taemin goes to yours one day to do laundry, and finds himself coming back under not-so-great circumstances