You Made Me Feel (Like a Fool)
Fandom: U-KISS
Rating: G
Genre: General
Pairing: Kibum/Kiseop
Word Count: 355
Summary: Good things happen to those who wait.
Author's Note: Prompt #3 from ukissprompts: late. I-I’m not that happy with this story. D:
Kiseop leaned against the building wall, his arms were wrapped across his chest as he idly waited. Every once in a while, a group of girls would pass by him, whispering softly and pointing blatantly at him, but he would ignore the attention by adjusting the cap on his head or glancing elsewhere. Kiseop pulled his jacket tighter when he felt the strong autumn wind piercing his skin like needles, but even so, he still stubbornly refused to leave his spot to search for shelter.
The minutes that passed by soon became hours, and he had never felt so alone in the world even though he was surrounded by a myriad of people. He pulled out his phone frequently, his thumb would shake as he slowly pressed the keys, but right before the last digit was entered, he would always hit the disconnect button, and returned to just waiting patiently.
Eventually, he caught sight of a familiar figure within a crowd strolling up to him ever so casually.
“You’re two hours late, Kibum.”
Kibum glanced at his watch sketchily. “Oh, sorry. You should've just left.”
“It’s alright…” Kiseop smiled, because he knew no matter how insincere the apology may have sounded, there were worst responses Kibum could have given him. He pulled at the other boy’s arm. “Come on, everyone is waiting for you.”
He stopped suddenly when he felt Kibum’s hand on his cheek. “Your face is blue. Were you really waiting out here by yourself for two hours?”
Kiseop smiled weakly. “It’s nothing, let’s-”
“It’s not nothing.” Kibum frowned, and took off his own scarf. He carefully wrapped the soft material around Kiseop’s neck. “I’m sorry. I should have been more prompt.”
Kibum pulled at Kiseop’s arm and dragged him along. Kiseop blinked in surprised, as he allowed the other boy to lead him. As he observed Kibum’s posture from behind, noticing small details like one hand stuffed inside a coat pocket, his back hunched a little as if plagued by guilt, Kiseop smiled to himself, slightly amused, but mostly pleased to know that a certain someone cared about him.
“It’s alright.”
Rating: G
Genre: General
Pairing: Kibum/Kiseop
Word Count: 355
Summary: Good things happen to those who wait.
Author's Note: Prompt #3 from ukissprompts: late. I-I’m not that happy with this story. D:
Kiseop leaned against the building wall, his arms were wrapped across his chest as he idly waited. Every once in a while, a group of girls would pass by him, whispering softly and pointing blatantly at him, but he would ignore the attention by adjusting the cap on his head or glancing elsewhere. Kiseop pulled his jacket tighter when he felt the strong autumn wind piercing his skin like needles, but even so, he still stubbornly refused to leave his spot to search for shelter.
The minutes that passed by soon became hours, and he had never felt so alone in the world even though he was surrounded by a myriad of people. He pulled out his phone frequently, his thumb would shake as he slowly pressed the keys, but right before the last digit was entered, he would always hit the disconnect button, and returned to just waiting patiently.
Eventually, he caught sight of a familiar figure within a crowd strolling up to him ever so casually.
“You’re two hours late, Kibum.”
Kibum glanced at his watch sketchily. “Oh, sorry. You should've just left.”
“It’s alright…” Kiseop smiled, because he knew no matter how insincere the apology may have sounded, there were worst responses Kibum could have given him. He pulled at the other boy’s arm. “Come on, everyone is waiting for you.”
He stopped suddenly when he felt Kibum’s hand on his cheek. “Your face is blue. Were you really waiting out here by yourself for two hours?”
Kiseop smiled weakly. “It’s nothing, let’s-”
“It’s not nothing.” Kibum frowned, and took off his own scarf. He carefully wrapped the soft material around Kiseop’s neck. “I’m sorry. I should have been more prompt.”
Kibum pulled at Kiseop’s arm and dragged him along. Kiseop blinked in surprised, as he allowed the other boy to lead him. As he observed Kibum’s posture from behind, noticing small details like one hand stuffed inside a coat pocket, his back hunched a little as if plagued by guilt, Kiseop smiled to himself, slightly amused, but mostly pleased to know that a certain someone cared about him.
“It’s alright.”