Muse (1/1)

Jongkey; MuseKey sighed in annoyance, cursing his assignment partner quietly. They were supposed to design a sculpture as a holiday homework, and sculpt when they get back to university, but that asshole didn’t even touch a pencil the whole time he was home. Key had already done a couple of sketches, one with abstract shapes arranged loosely, with arrangements that surely defied the law of physics. The other was, well, the other was just a portrait of a man, with a tall, lithe body and a small head. Well, he had never been good with human anatomy. Looking at the pieces of papers in his hands, he nearly felt like ripping his hair out. He slammed both down onto his table, and grabbed his scarf before heading out the door. If he was going to seek inspirations, he won’t get it in his room.The walk to the city square wasn’t long, given he lived near enough to even consider walking. During his entire walking trip, not once face he’d seen had caught his attention. Most of them were average, or just too plain. He decided to stick around the city square, hoping to just get a glimpse at even one pretty face, considering the fact that no one, no one is prettier than him. After walking for long hours in the low temperature, he decided to just give up, because he had seen more than the total of people in his university, and not one was pretty. He was starting to feel cold anyway, even with his scarf on.Finally deciding to warm himself up, he made his way to the end of the road, smiling to himself when he found the coffee shop he was looking for at the end. He ordered his decaf latte as usual, and seated himself near the window. He had found a sort of hobby in watching people. It sometimes inspires him, the way they react when something happens, their expressions and body language. It all gives him ideas on how he should pose his sculpture. Looking around, he spotted a very handsome guy. Probably around his age, just a little bit older. Being himself, he shamelessly stared.His facial features were very strong, with his cheekbones and jaw very well defined. His hair was styled perfectly, so that it looked tousled and stylishly messy. He inwardly hated himself for not bringing his sketchbook along, because right now, that guy was the perfect model of his sculpture. He took his sweet time memorizing every planes and angles of that perfect face, and admired the way his muscles ripple underneath his skin, peeking from under the rolled-up sleeves of his jacket. Looking up, he found himself liking the way those brown eyes looked at him, and how one of his eyebrows shot up. Oh shit.Key quickly snapped himself to reality, and forced himself to look away from those deep brown orbs. From his peripheral vision, he noticed the other’s playful smirk, and found himself frowning. That damn bastard looked sexy even when he was being annoying. He finished the last drops of his latte, just because he was not a fan of wasting, and got up from the seat. Perhaps he should find another person.He was only taking his first steps towards home when he felt a kind of warmth on his shoulder. He turned around, finding himself face to face with a certain amused brunette, except what he expected was, he’d be a little bit taller. “Yes?” Key asked, surprised at the confidence his own voice carried.“Do you want some more of your decaf latte?”Key was perplexed. How did he know?“Too much caffeine makes me antsy.” Key said, and decided to turn around before the other could say anything, but he was stopped abruptly by the hand on his shoulder.“Was that why you were staring?” Again, he put on that annoying smirk, the one that just makes you want to take off your shoe and glue it onto his face.“Do not flatter yourself.”“You did, do you mind telling me why?”Up close, his face was so handsome that Key was too distracted to answer. When he raised his eyebrows though, Key just smirked.“Even if I was staring your way, it’s because your height is too similar to a midget that I didn’t see you.”With that, Key walked away, leaving behind a gaping brunette.-----Key fisted his hair in his hands, already regretting his mistake of not asking the assistance of a certain brunette in being his model for the time being, and letting his bitchy side take over. After the encounter, he managed to waste a few more minutes walking around looking for a potential model, but none fit his criteria. He already got his sights on the brunette anyway. He buried his face into his pillow, wishing himself dead, because his sculpture should be finished and polished in a few weeks. In the depths of his self-pity, he barely heard the ringing of his own ringtone, and managed to answer only after it rang a few times. His mistake?Not looking at the caller ID.Apparently, his asshole of a partner still had the nerves to call him.“What?” Key snapped as soon as he heard the cool voice on the other end. He was frustrated, and talking to the source of his frustration isn’t doing him any good.“I’m sorry for not sketching, but I think I found the perfect model. He seems like your type.”Key contemplated this for awhile, and ended up agreeing because he would never have the chance to see the brunette again.“Fine, but if he’s not, then I’ll just sculpt on my own and you can rot forever.”With that, he clicked the phone shut, and craved for sleep.----Key stared at the brunette in front of him, sitting comfortably on his sofa and playing with his phone as if he belonged there. Then, he looked cautiously towards his assignment partner.“Minho, please tell me this isn’t the model you were talking about.”The small-headed alien just stared wordlessly, and Key got his answer. Leaning back towards the back of the sofa, he found it hard that this meeting even happened. This isn’t happening, this isn’t happening, this isn’t… That brunette had caught his eyes the first time they met, but his attitude set him on edge. Working with people who get on his nerves won’t be easy.“I’m Jonghyun, by the way.” The brunette offered.“Did you plan this?” Key asked, not caring whether his name was Jongyon or something of that sort. He scrutinized the brunette in deep caution, searching for any signs of guilt on that face.To his surprise, the other laughed softly, wiping the accusing look off Key’s face. His laughter had sounded so mirthful and melodious that he couldn’t bring himself to think of that bastard he was a few days ago. Suddenly, the sexy brunette was gone, replaced by the annoying bastard.“Don’t flatter yourself.”---Their second meeting hadn’t gone too smoothly, but Minho was there to stop the bickering. With just a sentence from him, both of them had shut up. “Stop being childish.” He had said.Key sulked. Minho had talked him into having Jonghyun as the model, ‘no need for sketches’ being his main reason. Minho sucked at drawing, and he knew it. So Key sulked, because Jonghyun was right there with him, and him alone (alien Minho excused himself because he had soccer practice) watching his every move, and it gets more unnerving every second. “Can you stop that?”“Stop what?”“Staring.” Key started preparing the plaster needed to sculpt, and all his tools. The white substance was easier to deal with, than all the other sculpting materials out there.“Can’t help myself.” Key glared at him, still couldn’t get himself over the annoyance when Jonghyun smirks. “You’re pretty.”“I’ve heard that too many times.”Jonghyun laughed again, his melodious voice making Key’s heart beat faster. “No, I mean it. You’re really pretty.” He got up, walking in slow strides towards Key, showing off his swagger. “As in, gorgeous.”“What the hell are you trying to imply?” Key turned around, unaware of the glint in the other’s eyes. “Or are you just being sarcastic? If you are, then I suggest you stop now, because I’m in no mood for games.” He went back towards his tools, organizing them in order so that it will be easier to find.He stilled when he felt warmth draping over his back, and his already fast-beating heart palpitated, because then, Jonghyun whispered in his ear. “Then I’ll put you in the mood.” His hands started roaming the other’s body, first sliding up his sides, and then towards his chest. He then turned Key around, and for the first time, Key noticed he was shirtless. He gaped at the sight of muscular chest and strong, broad shoulders. The muscles of his arm were more defined than the first time he had seen them, and he couldn’t help but to admire the flawlessness of his tanned skin.When he looked up into his eyes, he noticed that Jonghyun wore an amused expression, probably at Key’s shamelessness in gawking, openly. “Like what you see?” Key cringed mentally. Yeah, rub it in my face.Suddenly, he was back to being the seductive person, pressing himself against Key’s front. Key can’t help but to groan, loving the friction. Even when his mind screamed, he found himself melting against Jonghyun willingly, and that he was the one who initiated their first kiss.---Their tryst had ended in a completed one third of the sculpture, both of them exhausted after hours of working. To his surprise, Jonghyun handled the tools really well, sculpting in perfect curves and straight lines. Unlike Key, he looked professional when he was sculpting, and it seemed to bring him to an alternate universe, so Key just let him do it. His nails were too pretty to be stained by plaster anyway.That night, Jonghyun ended up in Key’s bed, holding the boy dearly in his strong arms after a series of lovemaking. By then, Key had already fallen in love with Jonghyun, and Key had seen enough of his body to sculpt on his own, so even without the real Jonghyun, he was able to design a taller version of Jonghyun, but not by much. He didn’t want to alter the distinct features he possessed.At 3 in the morning, Key woke up to the sound of booming thunder, and he immediately cuddled closer to the brunette. He hated storms, more so when there are thunders everywhere. The sound was too overwhelming and scary. He tried to suppress his sobs, but Jonghyun woke up. Noticing the situation immediately, he pulled Key closer to him, and started to hum slowly to a ballad, urging Key to go back to sleep and ignore the thunder around them.Key managed to sleep not even 30 minutes later.---------------The second time they meet up to continue on with their work, Jonghyun had brought along a female friend. ‘Best friend’ , as she had introduced herself. The girl, Siyeon, was very pretty, which became the exact reason Key hated her for sitting next to Jonghyun on the couch, thoughtlessly playing with the ends of her silky hair. When Jonghyun cracked a joke and both of them laughed simultaneously, he found himself stabbing mould with a sharp carving knife. The girl noticed, of course, but she continued doing the things she did and ignored Key entirely. It hurt to see the way Siyeon always seem to touch Jonghyun, and howJonghyun did likewise.In the end, Key declared his inability to carry on with his work, destroying the sculpture rather than really sculpting. Siyeon just smiled, it was a genuine smile, he knew, but his head lets him think otherwise. She excused herself after that, the reason being home, and Key cleaned up the place wordlessly after that.“Kibum.”Key continued on with what he was doing, unconsciously dropping things loudly and arranging things but not neatly.“Kibum.” This time, Key stopped. “What happened?”  Key scoffed. He dared to even ask?“Ask yourself.”Jonghyun looked at him, confused at the anger directed towards him. He heard the sound of footsteps before he felt arms around his waist, beckoning him towards the waiting warmth and support of the strong chest. “Tell me, yeobo?”Key sighed. He knew he’d lost. “I got jealous.”“I’m sorry. How should I make it up to you?”When the lips started kissing his neck, Kibum knew that he already knew the answer.-----------“She’s my noona.”Key gaped. “Why the hell didn’t you tell me earlier?” It turned out that Siyeon, the one that he had been so jealous with, was Jonghyun’s older sister. “She told me she’s your bestfriend!”Jonghyun laughed, the usual mirthful laughter he let out when he found it truly amusing. “She hated being old.” When Key still stared at him, shocked at the sudden turn of events(silently embarrassed because he had gotten jealous of his sister) he just leaned in closer, until their faces are only a finger’s width away. “I love you,” Key blushed, grateful that the room is dark.-----------When Key showed the completed sculpture to his teacher, the latter only stared oddly at it. He then looked at Key, confusion written everywhere on his face. Key looked on, wondering why his teacher is reacting this way. Then, the teacher smiled and looked directly at Key.“He shouldn’t be this tall.” That got Key by surprise. Did the teacher know Jonghyun? “But I should give you an A. The anatomy is all perfect.”Key smiled gratefully, his smile becoming cheery. He can’t wait to tell Jjong.“So, you’re the reason my son didn’t come home these last few days?” The teacher asked, a smirk, much like Jonghyun’s, appearing on his face. “My daughter told me he’s got a new girlfriend.”Oh shit. He’s so gonna kill Siyeon.--END.--