Sketching A Confession
Title: Sketching A Confession
Pairing: Onew/Key
Genre: Romance, Fluff
Rating: PG
Summary: Kibum the stalker-in-love is obsessed with a stranger in the park.
His hand carefully traveled along the side of the jaw, admiring how its line gives strong-looking structure yet his face still managed to describe every fiber of softness the man apparently had in him. His heart thumped as he touched the full lips, wondering how it was capable to appeal so tempting but his feature stayed innocent. His breath hitched when his finger grazed the bridge of the nose, continuing its way to the eye, circling around the invisible eyelid, imagining how it’d hypnotize him with the way they turned into crescent moon as the man smiled.
Kibum was in deep amazement. His vision was fully packed with a piece of paper before his eyes. The skilled drawing on it kept luring him to bring back his gaze toward the sketched figure. Call him crazy, freak, or whatever, that would still do nothing to stop himself from drooling over his own drawing.
He sighed heavily, realizing he shouldn’t assault the sheet for any longer. If his peculiar doing didn’t quickly come to an end, he was sure he’d be mad for real. It was just gonna be a matter of time.
Kibum put down his sketchbook on his desk in a rough manner. Never came across his mind that he would officially turn into a pervy stalker for a total stranger the name he didn’t even know yet. A string of profanities flew smoothly through his mouth as he forced himself to get his craziness over with, his palms harshly rubbed his temples.
Not that he wasn’t grateful for his expert drawing skill -because sure it was the main thing that had kept him safe in his art school- but sometimes he just couldn’t stop praying at night, hoping that God will be kind enough to take his amazing natural talent away from his hands, so his weird habit every afternoon would at least diminish from ‘drawing’ to ‘just staring’.
Doesn’t sound much better.
“Seriously, when will you go talk to him?” An irritated voice came out from behind him.
“I will, I will,” Kibum replied with an annoyed tone as he rolled his eyes.
“He’s practically making you crazy, Kibum. Just start a conversation when you meet him next time! You have absolutely no idea on how much you’re making me worried with all those drawings. THEY’RE FREAKING LAYING EVERYWHERE IN YOUR ROOM.”
“Shut up, Tae,” turning on his black swivel chair, he met his best friend’s eyes. “I will talk to him, just waiting for the right time,” he pouted.
“Psh. What ‘right time’?” Taemin scoffed.
Kibum did understand that all the things he’s been doing for the past few weeks -stealing glances at the man, waiting for him at the exact same place and time, and drawing his figure meticulously- was (maybe) a little bit far from normal. In a matter of fact, you can call it creepy. If he really liked him, he should just walk over to where the guy was and blurt out a ‘hello’ or something.
He simply didn’t have the guts. That’s all.
He had tried to avoid his subconscious mind leading him to take a walk at the park again, over and over for every afternoon. But he’d never succeed to do so. He would eventually go back to that stupid bench, wait for that stupid stranger to arrive with his stupid everlasting smile, and watch the man as he took his comfortable position to read a book under the same oak tree.
Then he would -again- grab his pencil and bit by bit, the white paper’s surface on his lap would be filled with thin layers of repeated lines, together creating some scenic curves here and there, bold streaks gradually outlined, as his nimble fingers worked easily scratching shades on some parts. Soon enough, another page of his sketchbook would be stained with -again- a beautiful picture of the same man.
Kibum groaned at the thought.
Because he’s likely doing it again now.
He’s sitting on his usual spot in the park, on a wooden bench placed not far from a small fountain on the mid area. He tapped his finger on the hard surface of his seat while humming a song he listened to lately; Electric Heart. Nothing special going on that day, just the normal clear clouds smothering the bright sky, warm air aerating his surrounding and the children’s cheery laughter bouncing off all over the space.
Kibum smiled to himself as two little boys passed by him, running. The first boy was shrieking merrily, trying to escape from his friend who was holding a cone of vanilla ice cream in his hand. He flailed one arm to reach for the other, attempting to rub more of the sweet treat on the latter’s face which was already smeared with the sticky substance. Both of the lively kids kept striding along the small pebbly path until they ended up rolling on the soft grass as they continued laughing, paying no heed to their now dirty clothes. A small giggle escaped Kibum’s lips when the boys’ contented expressions disappeared straight away when their mother approached them with her angry glare.
Being too drowned in the witty scene before his eyes, Kibum didn’t notice a certain person pacing toward a big shady oak tree just beside the kids’ playground across him. When he glanced over, his heart skipped a bit as he saw the guy he’s been waiting for had already rested on the sheltered area underneath the tree. A plaid murky green shirt wrapped his torso perfectly with two buttons on the uppermost left opened. Trailing down his sightline further, pair of ripped white jeans struck his sight. He praised the man mentally for his nice choice of clothing.
Although he never made himself evident, Kibum still felt it was wrong to continuously eyeing a stranger like that. Heaving a sigh, he shoved his hand into his backpack on his lap, taking out his sketchbook and a couple of his sketching tools. He silently cursed at himself as his skillful fingers swayed across the paper, etching arty streaks to carefully shape the face contour. At that moment, he became wholly conscious about how well he knew the man’s face by heart since he didn’t have to glance at him anymore to draw his feature faultlessly.
He’s even scared with his own marvelous ability.
A faint tint of red suddenly colored Kibum’s cheeks when the man under the tree yawned and threw his arms into the air, the hem of his shirt accidentally pulled upward, revealing the tight muscles on his stomach. Kibum hesitantly glanced over at other direction. Actually, he wanted to see.. but.. it wasn’t appropriate to stare.. right? But he did anyway. Then he blushed again.
The more he contemplated about it, the more he’s losing a grip on his first motive of falling for the guy. What was it already? Nah, he had no idea. The spark of interest just grew inevitably on him. Why demanding a reason for a sincere affection?
“YAH! Lee Jinki!!”
Suddenly another guy with dark brown locks and unique face that strangely resembled a dinosaur (a cute one though) came into view from the main sidewalk and marched toward the tree to sit next to Kibum’s crush, his dog playfully stepped following its owner. He nudged him on the shoulder, and the latter did the same to him. They started talking and sometimes they would jokingly smack each others’ heads, laughing their asses off. Kibum couldn’t peer into their conversations, but reckoned that they’re friends after all.
‘So his name’s Jinki…,’ Kibum pondered to himself, enticing a smile for his lips to form.
The time was passing by with no delay. The dinosaur guy had fallen asleep along with his dog for quite a long time, but Jinki beside him was still fixated with his book. Kibum’s draw was already finished a while ago, nevertheless he’s still sitting on the bench, relishing the daylight breeze (sometimes stealing glances at the man under the tree of course, and ended up blushing again). It had become a routine for Kibum, to spend his whole afternoon in the park until the sky turned orange, until Jinki decided to pack his book and strolled off from the tree branch then went home. Kibum glanced at his sketchbook on his lap for a moment. He examined the sheets and he began counting his drawings.
‘1.. 2.. 3.. 7.. 11.. what the hell, and still more?!’
There were already A LOT of Jinki in it. One picture for each day. He didn’t realize he had missed such a great deal of time only by looking and doing nothing from the first time his eyes landed on him.
Kibum sighed. Should he consider to consider of maybe considering about mulling Taemin’s advice over? Hmph. He’d never once considered about that. Taemin didn’t understand, Kibum thought. Reality wasn’t as easy as how it sounded. How was it possible to greet someone and chat nonchalantly if there’s a crazed heart beating against your ribcage at a hasty rate?
So many thoughts running in his mind, added to the gentle wind surging in the open air, Kibum eventually failed to keep his eyes open. Head tilted falling onto the bench’s back, he’s snoring lightly while hugging the sketchbook that veiled his hidden fondness -or should I say, ‘love’?- for Jinki.
When Kibum shot his eyes open, the first thing he recognized was the slight orange that had tainted the sky. Oh, and an empty space under the oak tree. He frowned as he comprehended the situation. Jinki and his friend must have gone home then.
He rose from his seat and packed all his belonging into his bag. A small piece of regret surfaced in his chest as he made a way across the park to the gate. If he hadn’t fallen asleep before, he could have seen Jinki for a bit longer. If he hadn’t fallen asleep before, maybe he would finally gain some courage to say ‘hi’. If he hadn’t fallen asleep before, he could- And suddenly Kibum fell to the ground.
Kibum groaned in pain while he’s trying to sit because his elbows couldn’t really take the sudden harsh contact against the pavement. He squinted to see whom he had bumped into although he knew that he was the one at fault for not seeing the road when he walked.
But- Ooh lala, wasn’t that his crush standing handsomely there.
“Oh my god, I’m so sorry!” Jinki squatted down to his feet when Kibum’s eyes just settled on his face, plainly surprised as a pair of his feline eyes spoke for his emotion. “Are you alright? Got scratched somewhere??” Grabbing Kibum’s shoulder, he helped the boy to stand on his feet and he began checking for his arms and face to confirm his state.
“N-no, it’s okay,” Kibum tensed, feeling Jinki’s hands all over his exposed skin was enough to excite him and cause him shivers.
Jinki sighed in relief then he looked over the abandoned papers scattered around Kibum. He scratched the back of his neck while mumbling a ‘sorry’ for the second time. “Let me help you with that,” Jinki said, reaching for some papers pilling up on one side.
“No! Don’t touch that!” But Kibum was too late.
The bewildered Jinki halted his action, just right after the paper presented a product of harmonic assembly from some rough pencil scratches. His forehead creased, the whole senses in him discerned something familiar, so he brought the papers closer and dragged his gaze on them. He noticed it as a sketch. Not just any sketch, it was an amazing one. But what surprised him was not how spectacular it was made, but the identity of the drawing. It was kinda- no, it was exactly the mini-version of him.
Jinki wasn’t sure as to how someone should normally react when found out a stranger had always secretly took their portrait from afar. Was he supposed to be scared? Or maybe freak out? Was snapping or perhaps a yell necessary?
But then he simply rejected his logical thoughts away once he figured that maybe he was feeling a tad bit happy right now. Oddly happy, because he could feel either tips of his lips budging to shape a curve. The slim boy in front of him just continued staring, finding it funny to get smiled at when the man clearly knows that he’d been stalked for days.
Jinki kept his beam as he took in the boy’s feature stilled in his eyesight. Kibum’s slinky eyes displayed his gleaming expecting orbs, waiting for a rational reaction to get. Those thin lines of eyebrows slowly met scrunching in the middle as Jinki’s smile turned into a smirk.
“Um--” Kibum gulped. He was about to come out with his explanation- or rather, search for one, when Jinki’s chuckle swiftly rummaging his ears.
“You’re flattering me.”
“E-excuse me?”
Jinki studied the papers in his hand, flipping the pages over only to find more of his pictures there, with different clothes and pose. All of them were him from the past two weeks. Humming contentedly, he chuckled again. “I’m not this good-looking.”
Kibum was astounded for a second there, thinking how he should retort back at his comment. He braced himself to look at Jinki in the eye, and he found him still observing his drawings with an amused expression. Kibum’s cheeks flushed a little and he laughed quietly. “Well I think you are.”
“So what do I get?” Jinki suddenly voiced, his eyes still fixed on the papers.
“What? I-I’m sorry?”
“Oh come on, you can’t just take my picture like that without my permission right?” Jinki muttered, a smirk painting his lips.
He really had a point there. “I’m- I’m really sorry…,” Kibum mumbled as he hung his head low.
“Sorry? That’s all you’ve got?” Jinki mocked the younger with his not-so descent laugh.
“I..,” Kibum’s voice was slowly trailing off. “What do you want me to do then?” He finally faced the other with a pout.
“Well.. You can pay me.”
“P-pay??” Jinki laughed heartily when Kibum’s face turned sour.
“Meet me here tomorrow. You owe me a lunch,” he said while organizing the papers neatly and putting them back into the sketchbook. There’s a name tag glued on the cover, he recognized it as the boy’s name. “Oh and I’m bringing these with me, to make sure you won’t run away. You can take ‘em back tomorrow,” a toothy grin flashed between Jinki’s lips.
Kibum couldn’t control his heart anymore, his cheeks started to redden and he hated himself for being an idiot who couldn’t process even a word to speak. Were his ears even functioning properly? In other meaning, didn’t Jinki just ask him to go out? Now how real was that?
“See you tomorrow-” Jinki turned to leave before he gave the younger another mischievous smirk as he winked, calling out his name with a playful tone “-Kibum.”
Oh thank God, Kibum loves his gifted hands.
Pairing: Onew/Key
Genre: Romance, Fluff
Rating: PG
Summary: Kibum the stalker-in-love is obsessed with a stranger in the park.
His hand carefully traveled along the side of the jaw, admiring how its line gives strong-looking structure yet his face still managed to describe every fiber of softness the man apparently had in him. His heart thumped as he touched the full lips, wondering how it was capable to appeal so tempting but his feature stayed innocent. His breath hitched when his finger grazed the bridge of the nose, continuing its way to the eye, circling around the invisible eyelid, imagining how it’d hypnotize him with the way they turned into crescent moon as the man smiled.
Kibum was in deep amazement. His vision was fully packed with a piece of paper before his eyes. The skilled drawing on it kept luring him to bring back his gaze toward the sketched figure. Call him crazy, freak, or whatever, that would still do nothing to stop himself from drooling over his own drawing.
He sighed heavily, realizing he shouldn’t assault the sheet for any longer. If his peculiar doing didn’t quickly come to an end, he was sure he’d be mad for real. It was just gonna be a matter of time.
Kibum put down his sketchbook on his desk in a rough manner. Never came across his mind that he would officially turn into a pervy stalker for a total stranger the name he didn’t even know yet. A string of profanities flew smoothly through his mouth as he forced himself to get his craziness over with, his palms harshly rubbed his temples.
Not that he wasn’t grateful for his expert drawing skill -because sure it was the main thing that had kept him safe in his art school- but sometimes he just couldn’t stop praying at night, hoping that God will be kind enough to take his amazing natural talent away from his hands, so his weird habit every afternoon would at least diminish from ‘drawing’ to ‘just staring’.
Doesn’t sound much better.
“Seriously, when will you go talk to him?” An irritated voice came out from behind him.
“I will, I will,” Kibum replied with an annoyed tone as he rolled his eyes.
“He’s practically making you crazy, Kibum. Just start a conversation when you meet him next time! You have absolutely no idea on how much you’re making me worried with all those drawings. THEY’RE FREAKING LAYING EVERYWHERE IN YOUR ROOM.”
“Shut up, Tae,” turning on his black swivel chair, he met his best friend’s eyes. “I will talk to him, just waiting for the right time,” he pouted.
“Psh. What ‘right time’?” Taemin scoffed.
Kibum did understand that all the things he’s been doing for the past few weeks -stealing glances at the man, waiting for him at the exact same place and time, and drawing his figure meticulously- was (maybe) a little bit far from normal. In a matter of fact, you can call it creepy. If he really liked him, he should just walk over to where the guy was and blurt out a ‘hello’ or something.
He simply didn’t have the guts. That’s all.
He had tried to avoid his subconscious mind leading him to take a walk at the park again, over and over for every afternoon. But he’d never succeed to do so. He would eventually go back to that stupid bench, wait for that stupid stranger to arrive with his stupid everlasting smile, and watch the man as he took his comfortable position to read a book under the same oak tree.
Then he would -again- grab his pencil and bit by bit, the white paper’s surface on his lap would be filled with thin layers of repeated lines, together creating some scenic curves here and there, bold streaks gradually outlined, as his nimble fingers worked easily scratching shades on some parts. Soon enough, another page of his sketchbook would be stained with -again- a beautiful picture of the same man.
Kibum groaned at the thought.
Because he’s likely doing it again now.
He’s sitting on his usual spot in the park, on a wooden bench placed not far from a small fountain on the mid area. He tapped his finger on the hard surface of his seat while humming a song he listened to lately; Electric Heart. Nothing special going on that day, just the normal clear clouds smothering the bright sky, warm air aerating his surrounding and the children’s cheery laughter bouncing off all over the space.
Kibum smiled to himself as two little boys passed by him, running. The first boy was shrieking merrily, trying to escape from his friend who was holding a cone of vanilla ice cream in his hand. He flailed one arm to reach for the other, attempting to rub more of the sweet treat on the latter’s face which was already smeared with the sticky substance. Both of the lively kids kept striding along the small pebbly path until they ended up rolling on the soft grass as they continued laughing, paying no heed to their now dirty clothes. A small giggle escaped Kibum’s lips when the boys’ contented expressions disappeared straight away when their mother approached them with her angry glare.
Being too drowned in the witty scene before his eyes, Kibum didn’t notice a certain person pacing toward a big shady oak tree just beside the kids’ playground across him. When he glanced over, his heart skipped a bit as he saw the guy he’s been waiting for had already rested on the sheltered area underneath the tree. A plaid murky green shirt wrapped his torso perfectly with two buttons on the uppermost left opened. Trailing down his sightline further, pair of ripped white jeans struck his sight. He praised the man mentally for his nice choice of clothing.
Although he never made himself evident, Kibum still felt it was wrong to continuously eyeing a stranger like that. Heaving a sigh, he shoved his hand into his backpack on his lap, taking out his sketchbook and a couple of his sketching tools. He silently cursed at himself as his skillful fingers swayed across the paper, etching arty streaks to carefully shape the face contour. At that moment, he became wholly conscious about how well he knew the man’s face by heart since he didn’t have to glance at him anymore to draw his feature faultlessly.
He’s even scared with his own marvelous ability.
A faint tint of red suddenly colored Kibum’s cheeks when the man under the tree yawned and threw his arms into the air, the hem of his shirt accidentally pulled upward, revealing the tight muscles on his stomach. Kibum hesitantly glanced over at other direction. Actually, he wanted to see.. but.. it wasn’t appropriate to stare.. right? But he did anyway. Then he blushed again.
The more he contemplated about it, the more he’s losing a grip on his first motive of falling for the guy. What was it already? Nah, he had no idea. The spark of interest just grew inevitably on him. Why demanding a reason for a sincere affection?
“YAH! Lee Jinki!!”
Suddenly another guy with dark brown locks and unique face that strangely resembled a dinosaur (a cute one though) came into view from the main sidewalk and marched toward the tree to sit next to Kibum’s crush, his dog playfully stepped following its owner. He nudged him on the shoulder, and the latter did the same to him. They started talking and sometimes they would jokingly smack each others’ heads, laughing their asses off. Kibum couldn’t peer into their conversations, but reckoned that they’re friends after all.
‘So his name’s Jinki…,’ Kibum pondered to himself, enticing a smile for his lips to form.
The time was passing by with no delay. The dinosaur guy had fallen asleep along with his dog for quite a long time, but Jinki beside him was still fixated with his book. Kibum’s draw was already finished a while ago, nevertheless he’s still sitting on the bench, relishing the daylight breeze (sometimes stealing glances at the man under the tree of course, and ended up blushing again). It had become a routine for Kibum, to spend his whole afternoon in the park until the sky turned orange, until Jinki decided to pack his book and strolled off from the tree branch then went home. Kibum glanced at his sketchbook on his lap for a moment. He examined the sheets and he began counting his drawings.
‘1.. 2.. 3.. 7.. 11.. what the hell, and still more?!’
There were already A LOT of Jinki in it. One picture for each day. He didn’t realize he had missed such a great deal of time only by looking and doing nothing from the first time his eyes landed on him.
Kibum sighed. Should he consider to consider of maybe considering about mulling Taemin’s advice over? Hmph. He’d never once considered about that. Taemin didn’t understand, Kibum thought. Reality wasn’t as easy as how it sounded. How was it possible to greet someone and chat nonchalantly if there’s a crazed heart beating against your ribcage at a hasty rate?
So many thoughts running in his mind, added to the gentle wind surging in the open air, Kibum eventually failed to keep his eyes open. Head tilted falling onto the bench’s back, he’s snoring lightly while hugging the sketchbook that veiled his hidden fondness -or should I say, ‘love’?- for Jinki.
When Kibum shot his eyes open, the first thing he recognized was the slight orange that had tainted the sky. Oh, and an empty space under the oak tree. He frowned as he comprehended the situation. Jinki and his friend must have gone home then.
He rose from his seat and packed all his belonging into his bag. A small piece of regret surfaced in his chest as he made a way across the park to the gate. If he hadn’t fallen asleep before, he could have seen Jinki for a bit longer. If he hadn’t fallen asleep before, maybe he would finally gain some courage to say ‘hi’. If he hadn’t fallen asleep before, he could- And suddenly Kibum fell to the ground.
Kibum groaned in pain while he’s trying to sit because his elbows couldn’t really take the sudden harsh contact against the pavement. He squinted to see whom he had bumped into although he knew that he was the one at fault for not seeing the road when he walked.
But- Ooh lala, wasn’t that his crush standing handsomely there.
“Oh my god, I’m so sorry!” Jinki squatted down to his feet when Kibum’s eyes just settled on his face, plainly surprised as a pair of his feline eyes spoke for his emotion. “Are you alright? Got scratched somewhere??” Grabbing Kibum’s shoulder, he helped the boy to stand on his feet and he began checking for his arms and face to confirm his state.
“N-no, it’s okay,” Kibum tensed, feeling Jinki’s hands all over his exposed skin was enough to excite him and cause him shivers.
Jinki sighed in relief then he looked over the abandoned papers scattered around Kibum. He scratched the back of his neck while mumbling a ‘sorry’ for the second time. “Let me help you with that,” Jinki said, reaching for some papers pilling up on one side.
“No! Don’t touch that!” But Kibum was too late.
The bewildered Jinki halted his action, just right after the paper presented a product of harmonic assembly from some rough pencil scratches. His forehead creased, the whole senses in him discerned something familiar, so he brought the papers closer and dragged his gaze on them. He noticed it as a sketch. Not just any sketch, it was an amazing one. But what surprised him was not how spectacular it was made, but the identity of the drawing. It was kinda- no, it was exactly the mini-version of him.
Jinki wasn’t sure as to how someone should normally react when found out a stranger had always secretly took their portrait from afar. Was he supposed to be scared? Or maybe freak out? Was snapping or perhaps a yell necessary?
But then he simply rejected his logical thoughts away once he figured that maybe he was feeling a tad bit happy right now. Oddly happy, because he could feel either tips of his lips budging to shape a curve. The slim boy in front of him just continued staring, finding it funny to get smiled at when the man clearly knows that he’d been stalked for days.
Jinki kept his beam as he took in the boy’s feature stilled in his eyesight. Kibum’s slinky eyes displayed his gleaming expecting orbs, waiting for a rational reaction to get. Those thin lines of eyebrows slowly met scrunching in the middle as Jinki’s smile turned into a smirk.
“Um--” Kibum gulped. He was about to come out with his explanation- or rather, search for one, when Jinki’s chuckle swiftly rummaging his ears.
“You’re flattering me.”
“E-excuse me?”
Jinki studied the papers in his hand, flipping the pages over only to find more of his pictures there, with different clothes and pose. All of them were him from the past two weeks. Humming contentedly, he chuckled again. “I’m not this good-looking.”
Kibum was astounded for a second there, thinking how he should retort back at his comment. He braced himself to look at Jinki in the eye, and he found him still observing his drawings with an amused expression. Kibum’s cheeks flushed a little and he laughed quietly. “Well I think you are.”
“So what do I get?” Jinki suddenly voiced, his eyes still fixed on the papers.
“What? I-I’m sorry?”
“Oh come on, you can’t just take my picture like that without my permission right?” Jinki muttered, a smirk painting his lips.
He really had a point there. “I’m- I’m really sorry…,” Kibum mumbled as he hung his head low.
“Sorry? That’s all you’ve got?” Jinki mocked the younger with his not-so descent laugh.
“I..,” Kibum’s voice was slowly trailing off. “What do you want me to do then?” He finally faced the other with a pout.
“Well.. You can pay me.”
“P-pay??” Jinki laughed heartily when Kibum’s face turned sour.
“Meet me here tomorrow. You owe me a lunch,” he said while organizing the papers neatly and putting them back into the sketchbook. There’s a name tag glued on the cover, he recognized it as the boy’s name. “Oh and I’m bringing these with me, to make sure you won’t run away. You can take ‘em back tomorrow,” a toothy grin flashed between Jinki’s lips.
Kibum couldn’t control his heart anymore, his cheeks started to redden and he hated himself for being an idiot who couldn’t process even a word to speak. Were his ears even functioning properly? In other meaning, didn’t Jinki just ask him to go out? Now how real was that?
“See you tomorrow-” Jinki turned to leave before he gave the younger another mischievous smirk as he winked, calling out his name with a playful tone “-Kibum.”
Oh thank God, Kibum loves his gifted hands.