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A JongKey fanfiction for Nikki.
Everybody has bad hair days, but not everyone carries on like it’s the end of the world. So when Jonghyun was woken up by Kibum yelling from their shared dorm bathroom, he knew his fellow bandmate would be in a bad mood for the rest of the day. You see, Kibum was the resident diva in a band by the name of SHINee, and his associated members loved him for that. However Jonghyun was the one member that couldn’t stand his daily outbursts about his hair and makeup being ruined, whether it be from himself sweating on stage, or the steam rising from the shower cubicle where Taemin spent most of the morning.
Jonghyun sighed as he sat up in bed, ruffling his hair as he stared at the open door Minho was leaning up against. “You know, it’s kinda creepy to watch someone sleep, Minho.” Jonghyun declared, yawning.
Minho shot a quick scowl towards his elder, choosing to ignore the comment. “Kibum wanted me to tell you that he’s coming to get changed and he wants you out of bed. He also said that if you use his hair straightener again, he’ll use it to burn you a new set of eyebrows.”
Jonghyun winced at the thought of Kibum using his straightener as a weapon, and quickly shuffled his way out from under the covers of his bed, ‘accidently’ kicking them off him and onto a bewildered Minho, who had turned his back and was leaving Jonghyun and Kibum’s shared bedroom.
After Minho had left, Jonghyun made his way over to the large wardrobe in the corner of the room. Spending no longer the 3 minutes sifting through piles of Kibum’s clothes, he finally gave up and decided to wear what he wore the day before; a pair of jeans and a hoodie that he had thrown onto the small desk chair opposite his bed. He was just about to sit down on the bed when he heard Kibum’s voice next to his ear – “Gross. I thought I taught you not to wear the same thing twice.” Jonghyun took a sharp breath, startled and fascinated at how quickly Kibum had made his way from the bathroom to next to his face. He turned around and looked at his friend.
“Your hair looks terrible.” Jonghyun stated, the corner of his mouth turning up into a smile. He fought back the urge to laugh when he saw Kibum’s face turn sour as he opened his mouth to spill out a [probably] well-rehearsed lecture about how he was having a bad hair day.
“You’re one to talk Jonghyun you haven’t brushed your hair in days let alone washed it do you know how disgusting that is you could have lice Oh God now I’ll have lice on my pillow and don’t forget about your dog he sleeps on your head sometimes that’s even worse oh come to think about it Roo needs a bath too why don’t you wash him Jjong he sme-” Kibum exhaled in one breathe, before pausing to inhale and finish his sentence. “smells. You have poor hygiene and that’s terrible.”
“Yeah, I know the rules of being your roommate; wash every day, keep Roo out of the bed, always smell nice… as for me having poor hygiene, I think that is a matter of opinion, mister I-shower-twelve-times-a-day.”
Kibum stuck his tongue out, before strutting over to the wardrobe to look for fresh clothes, only to stop when he saw the mess Jonghyun had made of the previously folded piles. One glare was all it took to let Jonghyun know that he was no longer welcome in their bedroom. It was the third time in one week that he had wrinkled Kibum’s freshly ironed clothes, and hopefully this time they wouldn’t fight about it.
As Jonghyun sprinted out the door, Kibum screamed various colourful words relating to how much he hated Jonghyun for getting dog hair on his underwear. He would be even angrier when he found out about the little “gift” Roo had left him next to his favourite pair of shoes, though, and Jonghyun didn’t want to be around when Volcano Key erupted. He slid his way into the kitchen, where Jinki was cooking fried chicken. “Jinki-hyung, don’t you get sick of chicken?”
“Don’t you get sick of asking me that?”
“No, not really. It gets more refreshing every time.”
“Well there’s your answer.”
Jonghyun laughed at this expected answer – it was always the same answer every time he asked that question. “So judging by the noises coming from your bedroom, I’d say Kibum is after you again, hmm?” Jinki asked, already knowing the answer.
“Yeah,” Jonghyun said, as Kibum stalked into the room, still wearing his towel. “I never knew you were inspired by Roman togas, Key. I must say, unless you’re going for the shabby-chic look, your hair doesn’t match your outfit. It’s still messy.”
Kibum shot Jonghyun another glare, mumbling something under his breath. Jonghyun could only make out a few words – “…you fix it… see how you like it…”.
“What’s that, Key? You want me to fix your hair? The Almighty Key needs help fixing his oh-so-perfect hair? That won’t be a problem.” He crooned, a smirk rising at the corner of his lips, currently unaware that Jinki was still in the room, still cooking his chicken.
Kibum responded with a smile, unable to resist his best friend’s charm, and lowering his towel down slightly more towards his hips, he teasingly said; “Only if you want to, Jjong.”
Jonghyun was about to reply back with a seductive comment when Jinki butted in. “Before this goes any further, I’d just like to suggest that either Kibum puts some clothes on, or you go somewhere private. I don’t want you two going at it on the table, especially when I’m about to eat off it.” Jinki turned around, holding a now-completed plate of chicken and grimaced at the close proximity of a half-naked Kibum and Jonghyun. “You guys make me sick.”
“You’re one to talk, Jinki,” Kibum snapped. “I’m pretty sure Taemin’s still in the shower. There’s plenty of room for two people in there.”
“Yeah,” Jonghyun agreed, nodding his head. “Why don’t you finish eating your chicken and leave? Or has the thought of Jjongie and Key put you off your food?” He extended his hand and traced his fingers over Kibum’s pectorals, watching his leaders face out of the corner of his eye, until he saw Jinki quickly waltz out of the room, and into the living room, taking his plate with him. Typical Jinki, never wanting to leave chicken unattended, specifically not with a man in a state of undress that was being groped by his best friend in the kitchen.
“Come on then, Key. I’ll fix your hair.”