stop this world [1/?]
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elphies_boxstop this world [1/?] HS!AU
PG; jonghyun/key
2,437 words
He comes in at 7 o'clock and 5 minutes in the morning
notes writing this way..is weird, haha. It's not my usual way so idk. It'll be back to normal by the next chapters.
Prologue | 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11 | 12 | 13 | 14 | 15 | 16 | 17 | 18 | 19
It was Kibum's first day in high school.
Kibum got to work immediately, as expected of him. He was half-way done decorating the inside of his locker door with ribbons and pictures, when a boy sauntered up to the locker next to his. The boy dumped all his school stuff in, books hitting hard against the metal. Kibum felt like he should shut his own locker door and tell the guy off for making a ruckus. He was about to do just that, hand on his hip and mouth already open, when the boy next to him ran his hand through his hair. Kibum's heart did this funny thing in his chest. He opened his locker door again quickly and pretended to be busy arranging his things, while the other boy slid his own locker door shut, spun the lock and left.
"I'm in love," Kibum said dramatically, plopping down on a chair next to a tall boy in glasses. A couple of girls were standing at the doorway, looking at him and giggling.
The other boy made a noise in the back of his throat to show he was listening, eyes trained on the book he was reading.
"Yah," Kibum said incredulously. "Are you studying on the first day of school, Choi Minho? Is that more important than the state of my heart?" His voice had gone an octave higher than any normal teenage male past puberty should be capable of reaching. The girls in the doorway stopped giggling, eyes as wide as saucers. Some of the people in class were starting to stare at him.
Kibum just smiled, clearly enjoying the attention. Minho sighed and put his book down.
"Why am I friends with you again?"
"We're not," Kibum said matter-of-factly, spinning so that he was facing Minho instead of his desk. "We're just neighbors who grew up next to each other our whole lives and attended all the same schools."
Minho nodded, "So if that's what we are then, I shouldn't care about the state of your heart." Minho gave him a shit-eating grin. Kibum spluttered. He was saved from replying when the morning bell rung.
"I hate you," he muttered under his breath, making sure the other boy heard.
Minho had been elected class president, nominated by the two girls previously giggling in the doorway. Kibum hadn't expected any different. The bell for lunch had rung and the two girls were in front of Minho's desk. They were introducing themselves and giggling. Kibum rolled his eyes as the taller one tucked a hair behind her ear, and invited Minho to eat with them.
Minho gave them an apologetic smile, and begged off, giving some lame excuse (in Kibum's opinion). The girls looked disappointed, and the shorter one with the longer hair said, "Maybe next time, then?"
Minho smiled at her and her eyes practically popped out of their sockets when he said, "Maybe."
Kibum heard a squeal as soon as the door of the classroom closed. He rolled his eyes.
"Are you going to listen to me now?" He asked, hand on his hip. Minho stood up and they walked to the door. Minho opened the door, and Kibum made it a point to walk out first, head held high. Minho rolled his eyes and closed the classroom door behind them.
"Who are you in love with this time?"
Kibum shot him a nasty look. Minho shrugged.
"You keep saying you're in love every month, Kibum. It's our first day in high school, you didn't waste much time."
Kibum grinned and flipped his dark hair. "You can't tie a good man down."
Minho snorted.
Kibum hit him on the arm. "I liked you better when you were pretending to be cool and didn't talk at all."
Kibum took one look at the cafeteria food before he declared it unsanitary, and proceeded to drag Minho out for real food. They end up at one of the fast food restaurants near the school. So much for real food.
"Oh, go on." Minho said, exasperated. He had been eating in silence for a couple of minutes, trying to ignore the way Kibum was boring holes into his face. Kibum grinned in victory. He started talking about the boy whose locker was next to his, who had three-toned blonde hair (Minho snorted; that didn't sound very attractive), who had nice eyes, and probably wasn't a freshman.
"You mean him?" Minho said, swallowing a bite of his burger.
"Don't interrupt--what?" Kibum said, taking a sip of his diet coke.
"Him," Minho said. He discreetly pointed to the door where two boys had just come in. One laughed at himself as he tripped on the way inside, and the other one, with three-toned blonde hair, rolled his eyes with a smile on his face.
Kibum choked on his coke. Minho hid a grin and patted Kibum on the back.
"Is he looking, is he looking?" Kibum asked, panicked; embarrassed at the choking fit.
Minho rolled his eyes, patting Kibum's back extra hard one last time. "No, he's going over to the counter with his friend."
Kibum groaned, resting his head on his arms.
Kibum spent the whole lunch break hissing at Minho, and the other had given him exasperated updates on Three Tone Blonde's every move. Kibum refused to leave before Three Tone Blonde and his companion (codename: Smiley Friend) so they could follow them back to school.
"I'm leaving," Minho said as soon as they stepped inside the school gates.
"WHAT?" Kibum asked, stealthily walking a couple of meters behind the two.
"This is insane," Minho replied, hands in his pockets. He walked off to the freshman corridor. Kibum grabbed at his jacket, but missed. Kibum stomped his foot in annoyance, and watched as Minho and Three Tone Blonde walk off in different directions.
"Oh, fuck it." He muttered under his breath. He watched Three Tone Blonde and his friend go into the third year corridor. He trailed after them. Kibum began to feel the eyes of the upperclassmen on him. He stood straight and walked with his head held high. The two enter a classroom, and Kibum took note of the numbers on the doorframe before spinning on his heel and walking back to the freshman corridor.
Kibum started scooping the last of his things into his bag as soon as the dismissal bell rung. The two girls approached Minho again. He rolled his eyes. He thought about waiting for him but then he realized that Three Tone Blonde could be at his locker right now. He shot out of the classroom without even a goodbye.
He slowed down to a walk by the time he reached the corridor of his locker. His heart was beating fast in his ribcage, although he didn't really run far. Three Tone Blonde was already at his locker. Kibum fixed his hair and tugged at his navy blazer. As he neared, Three Tone Blonde slammed his locker door shut and walked away. Kibum's smile faded.
Minho met up with him outside the school gates. Kibum began whining about destiny, and not being there on time, and .oh my god he is so good looking. Minho had learned to nod at the appropriate moments, and it wasn't until Kibum gripped his sleeve and tugged hard that he realized he'd been asked to do something insane.
"What?" He asked, looking at Kibum
"You're class president," Kibum explained. "You can get information." Kibum's grin at him could be described as nothing short of feral.
"No," Minho said, walking faster. He could see his house around the corner. If he could only reach it before...
"Get his name for me."
Fuck. Minho sighed. Kibum grinned at him again, "He's in class 3-J. I'm expecting his name by the end of this week, Minho-yah. Or you're going to get it." Kibum patted him on the arm, and sauntered off to his house.
Minho groaned.
"His name is Kim Jonghyun. His birthday is on the 8th of April. His blood type is AB." Minho said in a monotone at the end of the week. He sat on his chair, eyes glazed and staring at nothing in particular. Kibum grinned at him, pleased.
"Took you long enough."
"I can't believe you made me hack into the school records. I'm never going to do it again." Minho snapped out of his dazed state and glared at him.
Kibum snorted, waving his hand, "Whatever." Then he gave a dramatic sigh as he settled himself on his chair. "He comes to school at exactly 7:05 in the morning."
Minho looked half-scared, half-exasperated at this piece of information. "Keep me out of this."
"You're no fun," Kibum said, sticking his tongue out as the bell signaling afternoon classes rung.
It had been one week, and they were still eating in the same fast food joint for lunch.
"I don't see why we keep coming here when all you do is push your fries around," Minho said, removing his burger from the cardboard box.
"Do you know how fattening these are?" Kibum replied, staring at the door.
Minho rolled his eyes, and as he was about to reply, Kibum let out an excited (and decidedly unmanly, Minho thought) squeal.
Jonghyun and Smiley Face walked in the restaurant, heading straight for the counter. Kibum was sitting in the right chair this time, back to the window and with a perfect view of the restaurant. They pair took the seats right in front of their table, and Minho swore that Kibum almost melted with happiness. Like the Wicked Witch of the West or something.
"Oppa!" A familiar voice called out, and Minho looked up to see some girls wearing the uniform of the private girl's school a couple of blocks away walking over to their table.
Kibum spared them a glance. "Go away, I'm spying." He resumed staring at Jonghyun.
Minho smiled at the girls and greeted them, standing up and grabbing some chairs for them to sit on.
"Yah, Key oppa~" A girl with long wavy hair greeted. She latched on Kibum's arm.
"Who're you spying on?" She whispered conspiratorially, grinning and thanking Minho as he pulled out a chair for her.
"That guy over there with the gross hair, isn't it obvious?" Another girl, this time with short hair, said.
Minho and the other girls laughed, and Kibum looked affronted at the fact that she just called Jonghyun's hair gross. Like he would ever be interested in anyone with bad fashion sense. He narrowed his eyes at the girl.
"What'd you say, lizard?"
"His hair. Is. Ugly. And you are practically melting him with your beady mouse eyes." Amber faux-whispered then picked up a fry from Kibum's tray. "You know you're supposed to eat this, right?"
"It'll make me fat like it's made you fat."
Amber opened her mouth to reply, but was stopped by a petite girl with long hair--Luna-- exclaiming that there wasn't a line anymore at the counter, and dragged her to order.
"You like him, oppa?" Krystal asked, looking at Jonghyun. She cocked her head to the side. "You know, he looks a bit like Amber."
Minho burst out laughing, and Kibum's eyes widened with shock before he glared at her.
"Does not."
"Does too."
"Does no--why are you here, anyway?"
"Going to eat," Krystal said, still wrapped around his arm. "Then we saw you through the window, so I thought we'd say hi." Krystal shot him a winning grin.
Minho noticed Jonghyun and his friend look over interestedly at their table. He glanced at Kibum, but he was busy talking to Krystal about clothes or something. Minho shrugged and decided not to mention it. He really wasn't up for a round of Kibum-questioning. Kibum motioned to Amber and Luna mid-conversation, who had returned from the counter.
"Luna's busy and Amber's no help," Krystal said.
Kibum looked at Amber from head to foot, and smirked. "Yeah, you wouldn't be."
Amber threw a fry at him.
It was a couple of days last Minho and Kibum saw Jonghyun eat at the restaurant. School had ended for the day, and Kibum had rushed off to his locker, again. Minho headed to the men's room after shaking off a couple of girl classmates.
"Well, you're the one who's interested so go and do it yourself," Minho heard a voice saying. Minho's hand lingered on the doorknob.
"But you look more trust-worthy--I mean, friendly--since you smile all the time." Another voice argued. The voices sounded vaguely familiar, but Minho couldn't place where he heard them. He hesitated, wondering if he should go in or just wait a while.
"I hear that people think I’m mad when I don’t smile." was the answer the other got.
"What are you afraid of anyway?" Minho could almost imagine the speaker's brow furrowing.
There was silence, and Minho thought it'd be a good time to go in now. He turned the knob.
"Fine, I'll do it." He walked in the rest room. Jonghyun and his friend passed him on their way out.
It was already two weeks since the first day of school, and Kibum had settled into a routine. He arrived at his locker at seven in the morning, and he'd take out all the books he needed for the day. Jonghyun always arrived at 7 o'clock and 5 minutes. Kibum would watch out of the corner of his eye as Jonghyun removed all his books from his locker, then toss them haphazardly into his bag. He'd run his hand through his hair, and slam his locker door shut before clicking the lock in place. At 7 o'clock and 7 minutes, Kibum would pretend to finish arranging his already very neat locker, and watch as Jonghyun left.
7:05 am
Kibum watched out of the corner of his eye as the boy with pretty eyes and interesting hair removed his calculus and English book from his locker. He tossed them into his bag, ran his hand through his hair, and slammed his locker door shut. Jonghyun caught his eye, gave him a grin, and then clicked the lock in place.
7:07 am.
Kibum blinked. He looked inside his locker, then back at Jonghyun, who was still smiling at him. He smiled back, a little unsure, and looked at his shoes. He looked back up at Jonghyun--who now had his hand up in a wave, still smiling, the corners of his eyes crinkling. Jonghyun walked away.
Kibum's heart did somersaults in his chest. He barely registered the morning bell ringing.
PG; jonghyun/key
2,437 words
He comes in at 7 o'clock and 5 minutes in the morning
notes writing this way..is weird, haha. It's not my usual way so idk. It'll be back to normal by the next chapters.
Prologue | 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11 | 12 | 13 | 14 | 15 | 16 | 17 | 18 | 19
It was Kibum's first day in high school.
Kibum got to work immediately, as expected of him. He was half-way done decorating the inside of his locker door with ribbons and pictures, when a boy sauntered up to the locker next to his. The boy dumped all his school stuff in, books hitting hard against the metal. Kibum felt like he should shut his own locker door and tell the guy off for making a ruckus. He was about to do just that, hand on his hip and mouth already open, when the boy next to him ran his hand through his hair. Kibum's heart did this funny thing in his chest. He opened his locker door again quickly and pretended to be busy arranging his things, while the other boy slid his own locker door shut, spun the lock and left.
"I'm in love," Kibum said dramatically, plopping down on a chair next to a tall boy in glasses. A couple of girls were standing at the doorway, looking at him and giggling.
The other boy made a noise in the back of his throat to show he was listening, eyes trained on the book he was reading.
"Yah," Kibum said incredulously. "Are you studying on the first day of school, Choi Minho? Is that more important than the state of my heart?" His voice had gone an octave higher than any normal teenage male past puberty should be capable of reaching. The girls in the doorway stopped giggling, eyes as wide as saucers. Some of the people in class were starting to stare at him.
Kibum just smiled, clearly enjoying the attention. Minho sighed and put his book down.
"Why am I friends with you again?"
"We're not," Kibum said matter-of-factly, spinning so that he was facing Minho instead of his desk. "We're just neighbors who grew up next to each other our whole lives and attended all the same schools."
Minho nodded, "So if that's what we are then, I shouldn't care about the state of your heart." Minho gave him a shit-eating grin. Kibum spluttered. He was saved from replying when the morning bell rung.
"I hate you," he muttered under his breath, making sure the other boy heard.
Minho had been elected class president, nominated by the two girls previously giggling in the doorway. Kibum hadn't expected any different. The bell for lunch had rung and the two girls were in front of Minho's desk. They were introducing themselves and giggling. Kibum rolled his eyes as the taller one tucked a hair behind her ear, and invited Minho to eat with them.
Minho gave them an apologetic smile, and begged off, giving some lame excuse (in Kibum's opinion). The girls looked disappointed, and the shorter one with the longer hair said, "Maybe next time, then?"
Minho smiled at her and her eyes practically popped out of their sockets when he said, "Maybe."
Kibum heard a squeal as soon as the door of the classroom closed. He rolled his eyes.
"Are you going to listen to me now?" He asked, hand on his hip. Minho stood up and they walked to the door. Minho opened the door, and Kibum made it a point to walk out first, head held high. Minho rolled his eyes and closed the classroom door behind them.
"Who are you in love with this time?"
Kibum shot him a nasty look. Minho shrugged.
"You keep saying you're in love every month, Kibum. It's our first day in high school, you didn't waste much time."
Kibum grinned and flipped his dark hair. "You can't tie a good man down."
Minho snorted.
Kibum hit him on the arm. "I liked you better when you were pretending to be cool and didn't talk at all."
Kibum took one look at the cafeteria food before he declared it unsanitary, and proceeded to drag Minho out for real food. They end up at one of the fast food restaurants near the school. So much for real food.
"Oh, go on." Minho said, exasperated. He had been eating in silence for a couple of minutes, trying to ignore the way Kibum was boring holes into his face. Kibum grinned in victory. He started talking about the boy whose locker was next to his, who had three-toned blonde hair (Minho snorted; that didn't sound very attractive), who had nice eyes, and probably wasn't a freshman.
"You mean him?" Minho said, swallowing a bite of his burger.
"Don't interrupt--what?" Kibum said, taking a sip of his diet coke.
"Him," Minho said. He discreetly pointed to the door where two boys had just come in. One laughed at himself as he tripped on the way inside, and the other one, with three-toned blonde hair, rolled his eyes with a smile on his face.
Kibum choked on his coke. Minho hid a grin and patted Kibum on the back.
"Is he looking, is he looking?" Kibum asked, panicked; embarrassed at the choking fit.
Minho rolled his eyes, patting Kibum's back extra hard one last time. "No, he's going over to the counter with his friend."
Kibum groaned, resting his head on his arms.
Kibum spent the whole lunch break hissing at Minho, and the other had given him exasperated updates on Three Tone Blonde's every move. Kibum refused to leave before Three Tone Blonde and his companion (codename: Smiley Friend) so they could follow them back to school.
"I'm leaving," Minho said as soon as they stepped inside the school gates.
"WHAT?" Kibum asked, stealthily walking a couple of meters behind the two.
"This is insane," Minho replied, hands in his pockets. He walked off to the freshman corridor. Kibum grabbed at his jacket, but missed. Kibum stomped his foot in annoyance, and watched as Minho and Three Tone Blonde walk off in different directions.
"Oh, fuck it." He muttered under his breath. He watched Three Tone Blonde and his friend go into the third year corridor. He trailed after them. Kibum began to feel the eyes of the upperclassmen on him. He stood straight and walked with his head held high. The two enter a classroom, and Kibum took note of the numbers on the doorframe before spinning on his heel and walking back to the freshman corridor.
Kibum started scooping the last of his things into his bag as soon as the dismissal bell rung. The two girls approached Minho again. He rolled his eyes. He thought about waiting for him but then he realized that Three Tone Blonde could be at his locker right now. He shot out of the classroom without even a goodbye.
He slowed down to a walk by the time he reached the corridor of his locker. His heart was beating fast in his ribcage, although he didn't really run far. Three Tone Blonde was already at his locker. Kibum fixed his hair and tugged at his navy blazer. As he neared, Three Tone Blonde slammed his locker door shut and walked away. Kibum's smile faded.
Minho met up with him outside the school gates. Kibum began whining about destiny, and not being there on time, and .oh my god he is so good looking. Minho had learned to nod at the appropriate moments, and it wasn't until Kibum gripped his sleeve and tugged hard that he realized he'd been asked to do something insane.
"What?" He asked, looking at Kibum
"You're class president," Kibum explained. "You can get information." Kibum's grin at him could be described as nothing short of feral.
"No," Minho said, walking faster. He could see his house around the corner. If he could only reach it before...
"Get his name for me."
Fuck. Minho sighed. Kibum grinned at him again, "He's in class 3-J. I'm expecting his name by the end of this week, Minho-yah. Or you're going to get it." Kibum patted him on the arm, and sauntered off to his house.
Minho groaned.
"His name is Kim Jonghyun. His birthday is on the 8th of April. His blood type is AB." Minho said in a monotone at the end of the week. He sat on his chair, eyes glazed and staring at nothing in particular. Kibum grinned at him, pleased.
"Took you long enough."
"I can't believe you made me hack into the school records. I'm never going to do it again." Minho snapped out of his dazed state and glared at him.
Kibum snorted, waving his hand, "Whatever." Then he gave a dramatic sigh as he settled himself on his chair. "He comes to school at exactly 7:05 in the morning."
Minho looked half-scared, half-exasperated at this piece of information. "Keep me out of this."
"You're no fun," Kibum said, sticking his tongue out as the bell signaling afternoon classes rung.
It had been one week, and they were still eating in the same fast food joint for lunch.
"I don't see why we keep coming here when all you do is push your fries around," Minho said, removing his burger from the cardboard box.
"Do you know how fattening these are?" Kibum replied, staring at the door.
Minho rolled his eyes, and as he was about to reply, Kibum let out an excited (and decidedly unmanly, Minho thought) squeal.
Jonghyun and Smiley Face walked in the restaurant, heading straight for the counter. Kibum was sitting in the right chair this time, back to the window and with a perfect view of the restaurant. They pair took the seats right in front of their table, and Minho swore that Kibum almost melted with happiness. Like the Wicked Witch of the West or something.
"Oppa!" A familiar voice called out, and Minho looked up to see some girls wearing the uniform of the private girl's school a couple of blocks away walking over to their table.
Kibum spared them a glance. "Go away, I'm spying." He resumed staring at Jonghyun.
Minho smiled at the girls and greeted them, standing up and grabbing some chairs for them to sit on.
"Yah, Key oppa~" A girl with long wavy hair greeted. She latched on Kibum's arm.
"Who're you spying on?" She whispered conspiratorially, grinning and thanking Minho as he pulled out a chair for her.
"That guy over there with the gross hair, isn't it obvious?" Another girl, this time with short hair, said.
Minho and the other girls laughed, and Kibum looked affronted at the fact that she just called Jonghyun's hair gross. Like he would ever be interested in anyone with bad fashion sense. He narrowed his eyes at the girl.
"What'd you say, lizard?"
"His hair. Is. Ugly. And you are practically melting him with your beady mouse eyes." Amber faux-whispered then picked up a fry from Kibum's tray. "You know you're supposed to eat this, right?"
"It'll make me fat like it's made you fat."
Amber opened her mouth to reply, but was stopped by a petite girl with long hair--Luna-- exclaiming that there wasn't a line anymore at the counter, and dragged her to order.
"You like him, oppa?" Krystal asked, looking at Jonghyun. She cocked her head to the side. "You know, he looks a bit like Amber."
Minho burst out laughing, and Kibum's eyes widened with shock before he glared at her.
"Does not."
"Does too."
"Does no--why are you here, anyway?"
"Going to eat," Krystal said, still wrapped around his arm. "Then we saw you through the window, so I thought we'd say hi." Krystal shot him a winning grin.
Minho noticed Jonghyun and his friend look over interestedly at their table. He glanced at Kibum, but he was busy talking to Krystal about clothes or something. Minho shrugged and decided not to mention it. He really wasn't up for a round of Kibum-questioning. Kibum motioned to Amber and Luna mid-conversation, who had returned from the counter.
"Luna's busy and Amber's no help," Krystal said.
Kibum looked at Amber from head to foot, and smirked. "Yeah, you wouldn't be."
Amber threw a fry at him.
It was a couple of days last Minho and Kibum saw Jonghyun eat at the restaurant. School had ended for the day, and Kibum had rushed off to his locker, again. Minho headed to the men's room after shaking off a couple of girl classmates.
"Well, you're the one who's interested so go and do it yourself," Minho heard a voice saying. Minho's hand lingered on the doorknob.
"But you look more trust-worthy--I mean, friendly--since you smile all the time." Another voice argued. The voices sounded vaguely familiar, but Minho couldn't place where he heard them. He hesitated, wondering if he should go in or just wait a while.
"I hear that people think I’m mad when I don’t smile." was the answer the other got.
"What are you afraid of anyway?" Minho could almost imagine the speaker's brow furrowing.
There was silence, and Minho thought it'd be a good time to go in now. He turned the knob.
"Fine, I'll do it." He walked in the rest room. Jonghyun and his friend passed him on their way out.
It was already two weeks since the first day of school, and Kibum had settled into a routine. He arrived at his locker at seven in the morning, and he'd take out all the books he needed for the day. Jonghyun always arrived at 7 o'clock and 5 minutes. Kibum would watch out of the corner of his eye as Jonghyun removed all his books from his locker, then toss them haphazardly into his bag. He'd run his hand through his hair, and slam his locker door shut before clicking the lock in place. At 7 o'clock and 7 minutes, Kibum would pretend to finish arranging his already very neat locker, and watch as Jonghyun left.
7:05 am
Kibum watched out of the corner of his eye as the boy with pretty eyes and interesting hair removed his calculus and English book from his locker. He tossed them into his bag, ran his hand through his hair, and slammed his locker door shut. Jonghyun caught his eye, gave him a grin, and then clicked the lock in place.
7:07 am.
Kibum blinked. He looked inside his locker, then back at Jonghyun, who was still smiling at him. He smiled back, a little unsure, and looked at his shoes. He looked back up at Jonghyun--who now had his hand up in a wave, still smiling, the corners of his eyes crinkling. Jonghyun walked away.
Kibum's heart did somersaults in his chest. He barely registered the morning bell ringing.
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Date: 2010-07-01 01:41 pm (UTC)And then there's giving too many strong hints. That equals no surprises. Which is, according to me, the fun HS fics should give. The reader thinks they'll surely do this and you suddenly make them do that. It's difficult to explain what I mean as I'm not a writer myself and am totally incapable of putting my thoughts into words xD
It's also true that I've given up on reading a lot of HS fanfics so what I'm saying may be completely wrong and there is a huge amount of very good HDF out there. I'm not sure. :D