You're It
Title: You're It
Pairing: MinKey
Type: one-shot
Description: A friend from childhood who becomes the love you never knew you had.
Minho sat on the steps outside his house staring blankly into the sunset. He didn't know what he was waiting for, but he just felt like he should be sitting there at that moment, not even blinking as the bright orange-red orb slowly ebbed behind the row of houses opposite his. As his tired eyes drifted lower his vision unconsciously locked upon the open window on the second floor of the deserted house facing his, the white lace curtains flapping gently in the evening breeze, the room empty and silent.
The house had been empty for exactly 11 years now, and to this day Minho still paused at the end of his walkway, expecting to hear that voice calling to him from across the road. Everyday after school he still found himself stopping outside the empty house hoping to catch the whiff of freshly baked cookies or muffins or, if he was lucky, his favourite mud cake. There was even once when he'd just fought with his parents again, and unknowingly dialled the number of the house opposite his, angrily rambling on for an hour before he realized the only reply he was getting was from the dial tone.
Just as he was in the middle of losing his mind delving into past memories, the screech of car brakes cut across the fog, and an oddly familiar voice cursing every possible thing alive floated up the walkway. Minho jumped up from where he'd been stoning and took a few tentative steps down towards the street while shielding his eyes from the sun with his broad hands.
"I drove across 10 states and still haven't gotten the hang of this driving thing. Will you be my teacher again, Minnie?" Minho froze at the sight of a slender boy fluidly getting out of a black Volvo convertible, a fedora perched on his head and huge sunglasses resting on his tiny face. He shook his head, muttering to himself under his breath.
"It...Can’t be... It isn't..." The other boy frowned and placed a hand on his cocked waist.
"Well, aren't you going to give me a hug, Minnie?" When Minho just stood there gaping and shaking his head, the boy sighed. "Fine then, I'm always the one making the first move anyway."
He then ran forward with outstretched arms, burrowing his face into Minho's heaving chest after colliding head on into him, and breathed in the smell of his best friend.
"Key's home, Minnie."
They settled down in Minho’s room, Key flopping onto the bed as if it was his, and the other nervously hovering around. For a while there was just peace, all the silent questions bouncing off the walls, and then they both spoke together.
“So, your room’s -”
“So, why are you -”
The two boys froze for a fraction of a second before they burst into laughter, Key rolling about on the bed and Minho doubled over by the door. Sighing, Minho dropped onto the bed next to Key, who then snuggled onto the shoulder of the taller boy.
“You go first.” Key said quickly, as he started to play with the hem of Minho’s t-shirt. The latter tried to ignore the distraction and opened his mouth to talk, but then Key abruptly jerked up.
“Ohmygod I can’t keep it in. I missed you so so so so so much Minho!!!!” he squealed before flushing pink and collapsing back across Minho’s hard abs. Minho chuckled, making his stomach ripple under Key, who turned even redder.
“I missed you too Key, but first, what are you doing back here? Aren’t you supposed to be in your design school?” Key sighed and turned onto his back, staring up at the ceiling.
“I…graduated early. Without a cert.” This time it was Minho’s turn to jerk up, pushing Key off onto the bed.
“YOU DROPPED OUT?!!!!” he yelled. Key rolled his eyes and nodded.
“Why?!” Minho demanded.
“You’re reacting bigger than my parents. I finished four years worth of coursework within my first year, and got accused of cheating. Right now they’re discussing my ‘case’ and so I’ve been given an ‘early graduation’, since I’ve technically finished my 4 year course. And of course, I just wanted to come back and spend time with you.” Key grinned at the other boy, biting his lower lip coyly. “Come on Minho, I gave up half my childhood with you to go to that stupid school, now I’m back, can’t we rewind time?”
“You asked for this…” Minho mumbled before grabbing a pillow and attacking Key with it, making the latter scream like a demented banshee, before snatching up the other pillow and returning the favour.
A pillow fight in the bedroom escalated to tickling each other on the bed to chasing each other all around the house (with Minho sliding down the banister and Key jumping across the kitchen counters) to Minho hiding on the roof while Key ran around the yard screeching his name. Eventually Minho came down and was abused by Key; before he dragged two rusty biked out of the garage and rode off, leaving Key to follow him.
He finally screeched to a halt at the town park, dropping his bike to the ground before running over to the swings, yelling “DIBS!” Key, just seconds behind him, shrieked his protest before shoving the other boy off the swing and claiming it for himself. The two friends made such a commotion that anyone would have thought they were drunkards.
Finally they compromised and they shared the swing by standing on it facing each other, swinging with their legs. The rest of the world was blocked out, blurring into a haze of colours as they swung higher and higher, the only thing in their sight was the other. Then they started to think of the first time they met.
Key had moved into town while Minho’s family was on holiday, and the first time they met was when Minho was sitting in his tree. Since he could walk, Minho had been climbing trees with ease, despite his mother’s anxious warnings and his dad’s threats to cut down the trees behind their house. It was just something that came naturally to him, and when he was up there above the rest of the world, he finally felt at peace.
It was near impossible to find him once he was up in a tree, and there was once he’d fallen asleep and spent the night snoring in the oak tree behind his house. He couldn’t stand being disturbed while he was in a tree, and would usually throw down bits of bark or branches until the unsuspecting person below moved away. But when Key chose his tree to start skipping rope under, he was mesmerised by the fluidity and effortlessness with which the boy did his various tricks, it was like watching an Olympic gymnast.
When Key paused to take a break, Minho dropped from his tree to land right in front of him, who gasped and jumped back. The elder boy stared with his mouth hanging open at the other who seemingly dropped from the sky, and innocently asked. “Are you an angel?” To which Minho replied “Nope, a tree spirit maybe. If I teach you to climb trees will you teach me how to skip like you do?” holding out a hand to shake.
With that handshake, their friendship was sealed for life. Key eventually gave up on climbing trees after he fell out of five, as how Minho insisted the rope was trying to kill him after somehow tangling his legs to his neck. By the end of the week they’d proceeded indoors, where Key declared that Minho’s messy colouring was simply unacceptable and proceeded to spend a whole afternoon explaining the importance of colouring within the lines.
Just as Minho was dozing off, he’d had a brainwave and dragged the other out to play ball, which Key turned out be hopeless at, screaming every time the ball came towards him. Minho then sat him down and gave a two minute pep-talk on the vitality of being a good team player, none of which Key actually absorbed.
From innocent four year olds the boys quickly grew up, and when they were six they gleefully announced to their parents that they were going to stay together forever. Minho pretty much moved into Key’s house, since the latter was an only child whereas he had 4 elder brothers, all of whom made abusing their littlest brother the highlight of their day.
At Key’s house, he was treated like a prince, his favourite foods would be prepared as long as he asked nicely, and Key’s mom often brought them shopping, lavishly spending on the boys. Minho had never been shopping for his own clothes before, since all he owned had at some point in time, been worn by at least one of his brothers. Key had sighed in impatience at the shy boy who didn’t know how to choose which shirt he wanted, and dragged the flushed boy into the changing room with him, where he made Minho try a whole variety of outfits before deciding which style suit him best.
In return, Minho taught Key how to ride a bike, something that his brothers had taught him by launching him off the top of a hill. It took them two weeks, with Minho getting more scrapes than Key, since Key somehow managed to leap into Minho’s arms every time the bike started to fall, but he finally learnt. On their first day of elementary school, they’d proudly ridden their bikes to school together, showing off to all the other kids who took the bus.
Key’s eyelids slowly fluttered open, and he looked around, disoriented for a moment before he realised he was sitting on Minho’s lap on the swing, and that the whole park was pitch black. He glanced up at the other boy, who gently pressed a kiss to his forehead.
“You’re awake, sleeping beauty. My legs are numb.” Key blushed and glanced down, but shook his head a second later.
“I don’t care.” Before snaking his arms around Minho’s neck and kissing him, the same way they kissed 11 years ago, in this exact same park, on this very swing.
"Tag, you're it."
"You're It" - Gabe Bondoc/Ramiele Malubay
We can build a fort out of pillows in our living room
Play tag in the kitchen like we used to do
I can hide, you seek..come find me
We can take our bikes to the park, you know the one downtown?
We can swing in the swings until the sun goes down
Nothing's changed with age
You're still as lovely as the first day
I told my mama you'd be mine one day
I'd be your everything, could not wait
I'm so happy to say I was right
You...are the only, for me
I've known for so long
You...make me feel right, child like
I'm right where I belong
With you
Teach me how to jump rope, I can teach you how to climb
Play ball, then you can help me colour in the lines
Always knew, we'd make, a great team
I can be the cop, you're the robber since you stole my heart
or Red Rover I can wrap you up in my arms
or play house.. in our house
You're still as lovely as the first day
I told my mama you'd be mine one day
I'd be your everything, could not wait
I'm so happy to say I was right
You...are the only, for me
I've known for so long
You...make me feel right, child like
I'm right where I belong
With you
Pigtails and hand-me-downs
Couldn't disguise what you'd be
No, no, no...
I saw you then as I see you now
perfect, lovely, worth it to me, all I'd ever need
You...are the only, for me
I've known for so long
You...make me feel right, child like
I'm right where I belong
With you
My hibernation was once again interrupted, so i finished this after waking up at 12 (i slept at 4). and now i'm studying SS.
MinKey, my new OTP. ^^ somehow couldn't make it at cute as an OnTae though. hahaha.
enjoy! comments, good or bad, will be loved.
-aelis(:
Pairing: MinKey
Type: one-shot
Description: A friend from childhood who becomes the love you never knew you had.
Minho sat on the steps outside his house staring blankly into the sunset. He didn't know what he was waiting for, but he just felt like he should be sitting there at that moment, not even blinking as the bright orange-red orb slowly ebbed behind the row of houses opposite his. As his tired eyes drifted lower his vision unconsciously locked upon the open window on the second floor of the deserted house facing his, the white lace curtains flapping gently in the evening breeze, the room empty and silent.
The house had been empty for exactly 11 years now, and to this day Minho still paused at the end of his walkway, expecting to hear that voice calling to him from across the road. Everyday after school he still found himself stopping outside the empty house hoping to catch the whiff of freshly baked cookies or muffins or, if he was lucky, his favourite mud cake. There was even once when he'd just fought with his parents again, and unknowingly dialled the number of the house opposite his, angrily rambling on for an hour before he realized the only reply he was getting was from the dial tone.
Just as he was in the middle of losing his mind delving into past memories, the screech of car brakes cut across the fog, and an oddly familiar voice cursing every possible thing alive floated up the walkway. Minho jumped up from where he'd been stoning and took a few tentative steps down towards the street while shielding his eyes from the sun with his broad hands.
"I drove across 10 states and still haven't gotten the hang of this driving thing. Will you be my teacher again, Minnie?" Minho froze at the sight of a slender boy fluidly getting out of a black Volvo convertible, a fedora perched on his head and huge sunglasses resting on his tiny face. He shook his head, muttering to himself under his breath.
"It...Can’t be... It isn't..." The other boy frowned and placed a hand on his cocked waist.
"Well, aren't you going to give me a hug, Minnie?" When Minho just stood there gaping and shaking his head, the boy sighed. "Fine then, I'm always the one making the first move anyway."
He then ran forward with outstretched arms, burrowing his face into Minho's heaving chest after colliding head on into him, and breathed in the smell of his best friend.
"Key's home, Minnie."
They settled down in Minho’s room, Key flopping onto the bed as if it was his, and the other nervously hovering around. For a while there was just peace, all the silent questions bouncing off the walls, and then they both spoke together.
“So, your room’s -”
“So, why are you -”
The two boys froze for a fraction of a second before they burst into laughter, Key rolling about on the bed and Minho doubled over by the door. Sighing, Minho dropped onto the bed next to Key, who then snuggled onto the shoulder of the taller boy.
“You go first.” Key said quickly, as he started to play with the hem of Minho’s t-shirt. The latter tried to ignore the distraction and opened his mouth to talk, but then Key abruptly jerked up.
“Ohmygod I can’t keep it in. I missed you so so so so so much Minho!!!!” he squealed before flushing pink and collapsing back across Minho’s hard abs. Minho chuckled, making his stomach ripple under Key, who turned even redder.
“I missed you too Key, but first, what are you doing back here? Aren’t you supposed to be in your design school?” Key sighed and turned onto his back, staring up at the ceiling.
“I…graduated early. Without a cert.” This time it was Minho’s turn to jerk up, pushing Key off onto the bed.
“YOU DROPPED OUT?!!!!” he yelled. Key rolled his eyes and nodded.
“Why?!” Minho demanded.
“You’re reacting bigger than my parents. I finished four years worth of coursework within my first year, and got accused of cheating. Right now they’re discussing my ‘case’ and so I’ve been given an ‘early graduation’, since I’ve technically finished my 4 year course. And of course, I just wanted to come back and spend time with you.” Key grinned at the other boy, biting his lower lip coyly. “Come on Minho, I gave up half my childhood with you to go to that stupid school, now I’m back, can’t we rewind time?”
“You asked for this…” Minho mumbled before grabbing a pillow and attacking Key with it, making the latter scream like a demented banshee, before snatching up the other pillow and returning the favour.
A pillow fight in the bedroom escalated to tickling each other on the bed to chasing each other all around the house (with Minho sliding down the banister and Key jumping across the kitchen counters) to Minho hiding on the roof while Key ran around the yard screeching his name. Eventually Minho came down and was abused by Key; before he dragged two rusty biked out of the garage and rode off, leaving Key to follow him.
He finally screeched to a halt at the town park, dropping his bike to the ground before running over to the swings, yelling “DIBS!” Key, just seconds behind him, shrieked his protest before shoving the other boy off the swing and claiming it for himself. The two friends made such a commotion that anyone would have thought they were drunkards.
Finally they compromised and they shared the swing by standing on it facing each other, swinging with their legs. The rest of the world was blocked out, blurring into a haze of colours as they swung higher and higher, the only thing in their sight was the other. Then they started to think of the first time they met.
Key had moved into town while Minho’s family was on holiday, and the first time they met was when Minho was sitting in his tree. Since he could walk, Minho had been climbing trees with ease, despite his mother’s anxious warnings and his dad’s threats to cut down the trees behind their house. It was just something that came naturally to him, and when he was up there above the rest of the world, he finally felt at peace.
It was near impossible to find him once he was up in a tree, and there was once he’d fallen asleep and spent the night snoring in the oak tree behind his house. He couldn’t stand being disturbed while he was in a tree, and would usually throw down bits of bark or branches until the unsuspecting person below moved away. But when Key chose his tree to start skipping rope under, he was mesmerised by the fluidity and effortlessness with which the boy did his various tricks, it was like watching an Olympic gymnast.
When Key paused to take a break, Minho dropped from his tree to land right in front of him, who gasped and jumped back. The elder boy stared with his mouth hanging open at the other who seemingly dropped from the sky, and innocently asked. “Are you an angel?” To which Minho replied “Nope, a tree spirit maybe. If I teach you to climb trees will you teach me how to skip like you do?” holding out a hand to shake.
With that handshake, their friendship was sealed for life. Key eventually gave up on climbing trees after he fell out of five, as how Minho insisted the rope was trying to kill him after somehow tangling his legs to his neck. By the end of the week they’d proceeded indoors, where Key declared that Minho’s messy colouring was simply unacceptable and proceeded to spend a whole afternoon explaining the importance of colouring within the lines.
Just as Minho was dozing off, he’d had a brainwave and dragged the other out to play ball, which Key turned out be hopeless at, screaming every time the ball came towards him. Minho then sat him down and gave a two minute pep-talk on the vitality of being a good team player, none of which Key actually absorbed.
From innocent four year olds the boys quickly grew up, and when they were six they gleefully announced to their parents that they were going to stay together forever. Minho pretty much moved into Key’s house, since the latter was an only child whereas he had 4 elder brothers, all of whom made abusing their littlest brother the highlight of their day.
At Key’s house, he was treated like a prince, his favourite foods would be prepared as long as he asked nicely, and Key’s mom often brought them shopping, lavishly spending on the boys. Minho had never been shopping for his own clothes before, since all he owned had at some point in time, been worn by at least one of his brothers. Key had sighed in impatience at the shy boy who didn’t know how to choose which shirt he wanted, and dragged the flushed boy into the changing room with him, where he made Minho try a whole variety of outfits before deciding which style suit him best.
In return, Minho taught Key how to ride a bike, something that his brothers had taught him by launching him off the top of a hill. It took them two weeks, with Minho getting more scrapes than Key, since Key somehow managed to leap into Minho’s arms every time the bike started to fall, but he finally learnt. On their first day of elementary school, they’d proudly ridden their bikes to school together, showing off to all the other kids who took the bus.
Key’s eyelids slowly fluttered open, and he looked around, disoriented for a moment before he realised he was sitting on Minho’s lap on the swing, and that the whole park was pitch black. He glanced up at the other boy, who gently pressed a kiss to his forehead.
“You’re awake, sleeping beauty. My legs are numb.” Key blushed and glanced down, but shook his head a second later.
“I don’t care.” Before snaking his arms around Minho’s neck and kissing him, the same way they kissed 11 years ago, in this exact same park, on this very swing.
"Tag, you're it."
"You're It" - Gabe Bondoc/Ramiele Malubay
We can build a fort out of pillows in our living room
Play tag in the kitchen like we used to do
I can hide, you seek..come find me
We can take our bikes to the park, you know the one downtown?
We can swing in the swings until the sun goes down
Nothing's changed with age
You're still as lovely as the first day
I told my mama you'd be mine one day
I'd be your everything, could not wait
I'm so happy to say I was right
You...are the only, for me
I've known for so long
You...make me feel right, child like
I'm right where I belong
With you
Teach me how to jump rope, I can teach you how to climb
Play ball, then you can help me colour in the lines
Always knew, we'd make, a great team
I can be the cop, you're the robber since you stole my heart
or Red Rover I can wrap you up in my arms
or play house.. in our house
You're still as lovely as the first day
I told my mama you'd be mine one day
I'd be your everything, could not wait
I'm so happy to say I was right
You...are the only, for me
I've known for so long
You...make me feel right, child like
I'm right where I belong
With you
Pigtails and hand-me-downs
Couldn't disguise what you'd be
No, no, no...
I saw you then as I see you now
perfect, lovely, worth it to me, all I'd ever need
You...are the only, for me
I've known for so long
You...make me feel right, child like
I'm right where I belong
With you
My hibernation was once again interrupted, so i finished this after waking up at 12 (i slept at 4). and now i'm studying SS.
MinKey, my new OTP. ^^ somehow couldn't make it at cute as an OnTae though. hahaha.
enjoy! comments, good or bad, will be loved.
-aelis(: