Fic: Happy Ending
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j_gabrielleTitle: Happy Ending
Pairing: JonghyunxJinki (Onew), unrequited!TofuHo, JongKyung
Rating: PG
Genre: Angst
Summary: It's one of those summers that the heat seeps into your bones and steals away the movements of time
A/N: I am in no way a JongKyung supporter. I wish them well, but yeah. I'm just waiting to see what happens next.
It's hot. Very. Hot. Like, hot. Super hot. Flesh melting off bones sort of hot. The sort of hot that makes you wish you could just make it stop. Oh God, make it stop...
Jonghyun rolls over and watches as Jinki sit on their daecheong , legs dangling off the edge. 'How does he stand the heat?' He ponders groggily to himself. He wants to divest himself (and Jinki) of all their clothes, but one of the house rules that the owner of the Hanok has pointedly impressed on was the rule of no nakedness of any varying degrees. Probably was to protect the eyes of his (very much not) virginal daughter, but who was he to say anything? Gritting his teeth, he wished himself to some snow capped mountain somewhere. With polar bears and penguins and fucking Eskimos.
Jinki must've gotten bored at staring at the brilliant blue sky because he calls out to him, "Jonghyun-ah..." Jonghyun opens his eyes and is momentarily dazzled by the sudden brilliance of the sun and Jinki smiling wide and happy. 'Well, at least someone is happy...' He thinks miserably. Maybe he could sneak up some beer from the combi he had spotted a little down into the village. "Jonghyun-ah."
He can't really blame Jinki... No. Jinki had said he missed the simplicity of the countryside and had wanted to stay in a Hanok for the summer. Simple as that, and Jonghyun had had booked them into one of the most recommended. He feels like... This should be his turn to have fun since... Since he's always the one who stays up with him when he's rushing the last minute projects, smiling when he comes back from work at 2 in the morning with dinner in the oven, making sure his needs are met. It should be about him this time. So to see Jinki smile; happy and free, is good. And worth facing the heat.
He gets up, shuffles closer and leans his head on the other man's back. They stay like that for a few minutes, before Jonghyun kisses at the spot between the blades. He smiles against the cloth and moves one hand to place over Jinki's pale ones. How long has it been? Since they last made- Ah. Three months ago, when he'd finished the project early and was promised a work-free weekend. Jinki has worn.. What was it? A blue denim button up shirt and nothing else. When they'd finished Jinki couldn't walk properly for a few days. Smirking at the memory, Jonghyun propped his chin on a shoulder.
"It's so quiet here..." Jinki whispers as a gentle breeze ruffles at his hair. "So peaceful."
Yeah. Peaceful. For someone like Jonghyun who relishes the busy and constant movements of the city, this was not relaxation. This was torture.
Jinki turns his body slightly and cups his cheek, leaning in for a kiss. "Thank you." He says sincerely. Eyes bright.
Soon Jonghyun snakes his arm around to pull the man flush against his body, back to front. Despite the heat, he finds that he doesn't mind the heat that is shared between them two. Jinki sighs contentedly, bringing one of his knuckles up to his lips for a kiss. Closing his eyes, Jonghyun plants a soft kiss on the side of Jinki's head.
He wishes this summer, despite all the shortcomings, will never end for the both of them.
It had been a month ago. She was... beautiful, the new girl in their company. And he had always been the one between them both who'd been attracted to girls. It starts off with subtle flirting, then soft touches and heated looks in the hallways. Escalates to stolen kisses in the shadows, and him fucking her hard into the mattress in her apartment that screamed of the things not Jinki. And then becomes Jinki catching them one day while they were having a lunch in a cafe when Jonghyun had told him that he'd be out of town for the weekend. One month. 31 days.
Minho, Jinki's best friend had threatened to castrate him when he had called, two hours after he returned to their apartment to find Jinki and his things gone. In a way, he wishes Minho would do it because he knows that Minho, despite his cold exterior, would be the one who'd never break Jinki's heart. And he knows Jinki will fall for Minho. And he knows that that is the way it should be, it should've been had they not met, had he never smiled and introduced himself.
He saw his brother-in-law the other day, before they came on this trip. Taemin merely took one look at him and turned away, allowing himself to be swallowed by the throng of Seoulites. His own best friend Kibum, the man who'd been their best-man at their wedding, had called him up to say that he'd never accept that "fucking cunt of a whoring bitch who sells herself cheap to the highest bidder who happens to be you and you'd better pray she is free from STDs because I'm wishing them on you right the fuck now" and that "from this moment on we are no longer friends so don't call me to pick your sorry ass up if you ever get drunk and don't call Jinki too or I will end you", and ignores his calls and his messages. All of it. Jonghyun wishes he could say, 'What happened to bros before hos?' but he knows that the only one who is deserving of the latter title is her.
He gets a call from his father who screams at him and he hears his mother crying in the background. They have just been to Jinki's mum's place where his mother, his mother had asked Jinki's Umma to forgive her son. His mother. Jonghyun feels like dying at that.
Jinki brings him in for another kiss and that brings him out of his thoughts. Smiling softly, he wraps his arms tighter around the other.
About three weeks ago, he gets a call from Jinki. In it he says he wants a sort of goodbye trip. And he agrees readily.
One of the conditions of the trip was that while they'd share a room, share a bed, they would not, can't have sex. It was something Jinki had laid out, and he'd not question. So here they were; two weeks and a half down, and a week and a half to go. All of his days blend and bleed into each other. Every single one of them feature the oppressing heat, too bright skies and Jinki. He doesn't bring a camera, neither does he brings a laptop. His handphone is switched off for most of the time. There is nothing to do here, but relish the company.
Jinki gets up and moves into their room. Jonghyun squints as he looks at the sky.
The heat... The heaviness of the air lingers on his skin and in his lungs. Jinki is back before long and he is pulling Jonghyun into the room. sliding the door shut, he lays them both down with an adorable blush adorning his cheeks. Snuggling close, he lays his head above Jonghyun's heart.
"Is it time already?" Jonghyun asks quietly, running his hands through Jinki's hair. He feels Jinki nod and press something onto his chest. Lifting it up, he notices that it was their padlock from N-Tower. "How'd you...?" He starts and then stops. "Nevermind. I don't think I wanna know." The weight of the broken padlock is heavy in his palm, he could still see the remnants of their Sharpie scribbled 'KJ + LJ ♥ forever' He moves it around, watching it catch the afternoon light. Closing his fist around it, he drops a kiss to Jinki's forehead. "Thank you."
It'd been something that Jinki did from day 1; to give him back the things that meant something to both of them. Over the course of time, he'd received photos, dried flowers, books he'd not thought about for so long, songs he hadn't heard for that long of a time as well. His bag is now filled with soft toys and biscuit tins containing letters, cards and Post-It notes. And with each of the things he receives, he feels like he is losing a part of Jinki that makes him whole.
It's not like he didn't beg. He did. Begged Jinki until the neighbours threw icy cold water on him. But apparently he has forgotten over the years that Jinki is stubborn as he is patient. Come the first of September, they'd both part ways at the bus station in Seoul; him on a cab to the empty apartment, Jinki in a car with Minho. The next time they met will be to sign their divorce papers.
Se Kyung... He loves her. Maybe. It's still early to pin-point how much, but he loves her. He can see a future with her, just like he'd seen a future with Jinki; a house with two kids. And he definitely loves the things that make her different to Jinki. But in his deepest and darkest self, she'll always be known as the one who caused everyone to alienate him.
His mother has made it clear that she'd never accept that woman. His father merely looks at him disapprovingly. Those who knew Jinki have all avoided him and shunned him. Those who'd accepted, they merely patted him on the shoulder and offered him looks of sympathy.
Jonghyun sometimes catches himself thinking that maybe he's not putting up enough fight. Maybe he should fight for Jinki, to let him know he loved him too... But there could be never a proper happy ending to this story.
He knows when Jinki falls asleep; he'll stop shuffling his feet. Jonghyun pulls him close and takes a deep, deep breath of his shampoo scented hair. Placing a soft kiss on his brow, he closes his eyes and wills the heat to wrap them in a cocoon, never to let go. To never let the cold seep in and steal these moments away.
A/N:
Above is the image that pretty much spawned this. And to further explain the layout of traditional Korean houses, I give you Wikipedia.
By the way, I'm letting the first person who can guess where I got the title of this fic from request a fic from me. Any pairing from Super Junior, SHInee, Torchwood, Doctor Who and DBSK^^
(HINT: It's a song with an MV of gloved hands, balloons and a person living a life in cartoon motion who likes lollipops and big girls who are beautiful!)
Pairing: JonghyunxJinki (Onew), unrequited!TofuHo, JongKyung
Rating: PG
Genre: Angst
Summary: It's one of those summers that the heat seeps into your bones and steals away the movements of time
A/N: I am in no way a JongKyung supporter. I wish them well, but yeah. I'm just waiting to see what happens next.
It's hot. Very. Hot. Like, hot. Super hot. Flesh melting off bones sort of hot. The sort of hot that makes you wish you could just make it stop. Oh God, make it stop...
Jonghyun rolls over and watches as Jinki sit on their daecheong , legs dangling off the edge. 'How does he stand the heat?' He ponders groggily to himself. He wants to divest himself (and Jinki) of all their clothes, but one of the house rules that the owner of the Hanok has pointedly impressed on was the rule of no nakedness of any varying degrees. Probably was to protect the eyes of his (very much not) virginal daughter, but who was he to say anything? Gritting his teeth, he wished himself to some snow capped mountain somewhere. With polar bears and penguins and fucking Eskimos.
Jinki must've gotten bored at staring at the brilliant blue sky because he calls out to him, "Jonghyun-ah..." Jonghyun opens his eyes and is momentarily dazzled by the sudden brilliance of the sun and Jinki smiling wide and happy. 'Well, at least someone is happy...' He thinks miserably. Maybe he could sneak up some beer from the combi he had spotted a little down into the village. "Jonghyun-ah."
He can't really blame Jinki... No. Jinki had said he missed the simplicity of the countryside and had wanted to stay in a Hanok for the summer. Simple as that, and Jonghyun had had booked them into one of the most recommended. He feels like... This should be his turn to have fun since... Since he's always the one who stays up with him when he's rushing the last minute projects, smiling when he comes back from work at 2 in the morning with dinner in the oven, making sure his needs are met. It should be about him this time. So to see Jinki smile; happy and free, is good. And worth facing the heat.
He gets up, shuffles closer and leans his head on the other man's back. They stay like that for a few minutes, before Jonghyun kisses at the spot between the blades. He smiles against the cloth and moves one hand to place over Jinki's pale ones. How long has it been? Since they last made- Ah. Three months ago, when he'd finished the project early and was promised a work-free weekend. Jinki has worn.. What was it? A blue denim button up shirt and nothing else. When they'd finished Jinki couldn't walk properly for a few days. Smirking at the memory, Jonghyun propped his chin on a shoulder.
"It's so quiet here..." Jinki whispers as a gentle breeze ruffles at his hair. "So peaceful."
Yeah. Peaceful. For someone like Jonghyun who relishes the busy and constant movements of the city, this was not relaxation. This was torture.
Jinki turns his body slightly and cups his cheek, leaning in for a kiss. "Thank you." He says sincerely. Eyes bright.
Soon Jonghyun snakes his arm around to pull the man flush against his body, back to front. Despite the heat, he finds that he doesn't mind the heat that is shared between them two. Jinki sighs contentedly, bringing one of his knuckles up to his lips for a kiss. Closing his eyes, Jonghyun plants a soft kiss on the side of Jinki's head.
He wishes this summer, despite all the shortcomings, will never end for the both of them.
It had been a month ago. She was... beautiful, the new girl in their company. And he had always been the one between them both who'd been attracted to girls. It starts off with subtle flirting, then soft touches and heated looks in the hallways. Escalates to stolen kisses in the shadows, and him fucking her hard into the mattress in her apartment that screamed of the things not Jinki. And then becomes Jinki catching them one day while they were having a lunch in a cafe when Jonghyun had told him that he'd be out of town for the weekend. One month. 31 days.
Minho, Jinki's best friend had threatened to castrate him when he had called, two hours after he returned to their apartment to find Jinki and his things gone. In a way, he wishes Minho would do it because he knows that Minho, despite his cold exterior, would be the one who'd never break Jinki's heart. And he knows Jinki will fall for Minho. And he knows that that is the way it should be, it should've been had they not met, had he never smiled and introduced himself.
He saw his brother-in-law the other day, before they came on this trip. Taemin merely took one look at him and turned away, allowing himself to be swallowed by the throng of Seoulites. His own best friend Kibum, the man who'd been their best-man at their wedding, had called him up to say that he'd never accept that "fucking cunt of a whoring bitch who sells herself cheap to the highest bidder who happens to be you and you'd better pray she is free from STDs because I'm wishing them on you right the fuck now" and that "from this moment on we are no longer friends so don't call me to pick your sorry ass up if you ever get drunk and don't call Jinki too or I will end you", and ignores his calls and his messages. All of it. Jonghyun wishes he could say, 'What happened to bros before hos?' but he knows that the only one who is deserving of the latter title is her.
He gets a call from his father who screams at him and he hears his mother crying in the background. They have just been to Jinki's mum's place where his mother, his mother had asked Jinki's Umma to forgive her son. His mother. Jonghyun feels like dying at that.
Jinki brings him in for another kiss and that brings him out of his thoughts. Smiling softly, he wraps his arms tighter around the other.
About three weeks ago, he gets a call from Jinki. In it he says he wants a sort of goodbye trip. And he agrees readily.
One of the conditions of the trip was that while they'd share a room, share a bed, they would not, can't have sex. It was something Jinki had laid out, and he'd not question. So here they were; two weeks and a half down, and a week and a half to go. All of his days blend and bleed into each other. Every single one of them feature the oppressing heat, too bright skies and Jinki. He doesn't bring a camera, neither does he brings a laptop. His handphone is switched off for most of the time. There is nothing to do here, but relish the company.
Jinki gets up and moves into their room. Jonghyun squints as he looks at the sky.
The heat... The heaviness of the air lingers on his skin and in his lungs. Jinki is back before long and he is pulling Jonghyun into the room. sliding the door shut, he lays them both down with an adorable blush adorning his cheeks. Snuggling close, he lays his head above Jonghyun's heart.
"Is it time already?" Jonghyun asks quietly, running his hands through Jinki's hair. He feels Jinki nod and press something onto his chest. Lifting it up, he notices that it was their padlock from N-Tower. "How'd you...?" He starts and then stops. "Nevermind. I don't think I wanna know." The weight of the broken padlock is heavy in his palm, he could still see the remnants of their Sharpie scribbled 'KJ + LJ ♥ forever' He moves it around, watching it catch the afternoon light. Closing his fist around it, he drops a kiss to Jinki's forehead. "Thank you."
It'd been something that Jinki did from day 1; to give him back the things that meant something to both of them. Over the course of time, he'd received photos, dried flowers, books he'd not thought about for so long, songs he hadn't heard for that long of a time as well. His bag is now filled with soft toys and biscuit tins containing letters, cards and Post-It notes. And with each of the things he receives, he feels like he is losing a part of Jinki that makes him whole.
It's not like he didn't beg. He did. Begged Jinki until the neighbours threw icy cold water on him. But apparently he has forgotten over the years that Jinki is stubborn as he is patient. Come the first of September, they'd both part ways at the bus station in Seoul; him on a cab to the empty apartment, Jinki in a car with Minho. The next time they met will be to sign their divorce papers.
Se Kyung... He loves her. Maybe. It's still early to pin-point how much, but he loves her. He can see a future with her, just like he'd seen a future with Jinki; a house with two kids. And he definitely loves the things that make her different to Jinki. But in his deepest and darkest self, she'll always be known as the one who caused everyone to alienate him.
His mother has made it clear that she'd never accept that woman. His father merely looks at him disapprovingly. Those who knew Jinki have all avoided him and shunned him. Those who'd accepted, they merely patted him on the shoulder and offered him looks of sympathy.
Jonghyun sometimes catches himself thinking that maybe he's not putting up enough fight. Maybe he should fight for Jinki, to let him know he loved him too... But there could be never a proper happy ending to this story.
He knows when Jinki falls asleep; he'll stop shuffling his feet. Jonghyun pulls him close and takes a deep, deep breath of his shampoo scented hair. Placing a soft kiss on his brow, he closes his eyes and wills the heat to wrap them in a cocoon, never to let go. To never let the cold seep in and steal these moments away.
A/N:
Above is the image that pretty much spawned this. And to further explain the layout of traditional Korean houses, I give you Wikipedia.
By the way, I'm letting the first person who can guess where I got the title of this fic from request a fic from me. Any pairing from Super Junior, SHInee, Torchwood, Doctor Who and DBSK^^
(HINT: It's a song with an MV of gloved hands, balloons and a person living a life in cartoon motion who likes lollipops and big girls who are beautiful!)
