It's a drabble that will be part of one of my stories. I totally at romance genre, but this idea has stuck like glue to me and so I might as well give it another go (romance is something I can't express well enough).

Any feedback would be very much appreciated! :)

The second person narration is from Kim Kibum's perspective.

 

 

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You pulled open the wardrobe doors once more. Maybe they were magic portals in disguise and this time your work shirts will be there. A quick glance through the racks confirmed your first observation. You had nothing to wear. And you were running late.

"Jjong?" you called out into the apartment as you closed and opened the doors a few more times. "Did you do the laundry?"

"Huh?" was his startled reply from the lounge room. You wandered out to ask him again and this time you saw his face scrunch up around his nose. His nose even twitched a little with the concentrated thoughts he was pushing through his brain, beneath his brown hair. "Was it my turn?"

"Yes, it was your turn to do the laundry. I don't have any clothes for work now. What am I going to do?"

"Wear one of mine," he casually suggested and returned his attention to the tv.

No, I don't want to. "I can't do that," you told him and you angrily threw a cushion in his direction. This was his third lapse in the house chores. Normally he was so good and did his fair share. It wasn't so hard too, to put the clothes into the washer and hang them out, or move them into the drier if it was a wet day.

You've had enough and so chucked a tantrum. And you knew how to chuck a good tantrum.

A growl rumbled from within his chest and he abruptly stood up from the couch. He stomped towards the clothes washing machine, leaving a string of cursing and muttering in his wake. You saw his obvious annoyance and your anger suddenly flipped a one-eighty. Sickly fear sank its teeth into you. Jjong was normally so good with stuff at home. Sometimes you would even find the dishes washed and stacked after a long night's work, even though it was your turn to clean the kitchen. But, lately...

"Are you cheating on me?" you quietly ambushed him and he looked at you with shock. A tense silence laid over the room and the sirens outside the apartment could faintly be heard.

"Gosh, no! Never! Why would you even think that?" Jjong grimaced.

"You've been so distracted lately," you stammered the doubts that had gnawed at you. "Preoccupied and secretly talking to someone. Is there someone else?" Another silence for the sirens to be heard outside the windows.

"Kibum..." he sighed and made to take a step towards you; but then the phone rang and he paused. “I'll go get that," he softly said and went towards the kitchen, where the phone was kept.

You slumped towards the ground and played with the threads of the carpet. He was talking quietly to whoever was on the other end of the call. It sounded urgent; Jjong's words were spoken rapidly although you couldn't quite make out what was being said. All you could catch was Jjong's last parting. "I'll be there, hang on."

Everything is falling apart. They were becoming a lie.

"Kibum," Jjong was now talking to you. You wearily looked at him.

They were becoming a lie. He's going to end it with you now.

"Kibum," Jjong repeated; his eyes soft and sad.

"Stop," you protested against the residual feelings of love that still stirred whenever he looked your way.

"Kibum, I need to go meet a friend. I'll be back as soon as I can." he continued. He was about to leave when he hesitated and looked back. "I love you."

Liar.

 

 

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→ Wish you to be (un)happy

A romantic angst story of Kim Kibum and his Jonghyun.