The fairies have come down from the mountains
Title: The fairies have come down from the mountains
Pairing: Key/Minho
Rating: G
Summary: Key loves words, but he also loves Jonghyun.
Minho watches a lot and talks only a little. He thinks words can change their meaning travelling from his mind to the tip of his tongue. He thinks being straight-forward comes at a price.
Kibum loves words, he dresses everything with them and speaks them to people as if he’d like to make them crawl under their skins and change their lives. Minho knows that words can’t do that. The fact that sometimes Key succeeds is due to the fire in his gaze and the beautiful curve of his lips that molds them into flying creatures from another world and sets them free. Yes, Kim Kibum loves words. And he also loves Jonghyun.
Minho knows that because he watches. He is familiar with the light that shines in the blond’s eyes when he’s happy, he can sing Kibum’s joyful humming from memory. He can copy the way his long fingers curl around the small hair brush and he has a circadian clock in his gut synchronized with Key’s little night habit.
He watches.
Kibum wakes up and brushes his hair in front of the living room mirror every night at 12:45 when he’s happy. Be it because of a smile or a playful grasping of the chin by Jonghyun, a few more-than-kind words from his mouth.
Minho wakes up every night at 12:45 and lurks in the shadows. He thinks of words.
Kibum brushes his hair real slow, humming that tune. Nobody knows that tune, but Minho has played it in his head over and over again. He thinks it’s changing his life.
There is a legend about a young man, he was a collier. He worked alone in a cave, his wife was very beautiful. She would bring him lunch in the afternoon when the sun would be kind enough for them to sit outside by the small spring and eat together under the trees. His wife was so pretty that the women of the village would say that she was a child born of the fairies of the woods.
They’d say one day, they’d take her back.
The collier’s wife wore a neckerchief over her pale collarbones and had hair long and yellow as June’s wheat. She would wash it in the spring’s cold water at night, her slender form a stage for the rays of the moon.
One day she was gone. All that was left behind was her neckerchief. And then one winter's night, months later, they say the fairies came down from the mountain, singing and dancing and waking the dead. The collier stepped out of the cave, he called for his wife.
He saw her there, naked as the day she was born, but her eyes were distant and wild. She was dancing with them, finally back with her own. He called out to her again, but she did not know her name.
They found him dead one morning, her white neckerchief in his coal-black hands.
Minho steps out of the shadows. Kibum is all too happy today, his lips were red and swollen that morning when he'd come out of their room with Jonghyun following behind him. Minho knows he’s slipping away.
He has a white neckerchief in his hand.
Kibum hums and brushes his hair when suddenly Minho’s reflection appears in the mirror. He gasps.
“Minho! You scared me! What are you doing here!”
Minho is fighting with words but it’s pointless, they’ll never fly like Kibum’s do, they’ll change nothing in nobody’s life. He looks at their image in the mirror and lays the piece of clothing on Key’s shoulder, dragging it over his collarbones. Kibum looks at the white thing and leaves his brush on the table. Minho grabs his chin and his fingers trace his cupid’s bow.
Kibum has stopped humming, but he can still hear it in his head.
“They say that if you’re kissed by their kind, you’ll never answer to a man’s call again” he says, fingers passing over Kibum’s bottom lip.
He turns around and leaves.
Kibum loves words, but he also loves Jonghyun. And the fairies have come down from the mountains now.
Pairing: Key/Minho
Rating: G
Summary: Key loves words, but he also loves Jonghyun.
Minho watches a lot and talks only a little. He thinks words can change their meaning travelling from his mind to the tip of his tongue. He thinks being straight-forward comes at a price.
Kibum loves words, he dresses everything with them and speaks them to people as if he’d like to make them crawl under their skins and change their lives. Minho knows that words can’t do that. The fact that sometimes Key succeeds is due to the fire in his gaze and the beautiful curve of his lips that molds them into flying creatures from another world and sets them free. Yes, Kim Kibum loves words. And he also loves Jonghyun.
Minho knows that because he watches. He is familiar with the light that shines in the blond’s eyes when he’s happy, he can sing Kibum’s joyful humming from memory. He can copy the way his long fingers curl around the small hair brush and he has a circadian clock in his gut synchronized with Key’s little night habit.
He watches.
Kibum wakes up and brushes his hair in front of the living room mirror every night at 12:45 when he’s happy. Be it because of a smile or a playful grasping of the chin by Jonghyun, a few more-than-kind words from his mouth.
Minho wakes up every night at 12:45 and lurks in the shadows. He thinks of words.
Kibum brushes his hair real slow, humming that tune. Nobody knows that tune, but Minho has played it in his head over and over again. He thinks it’s changing his life.
There is a legend about a young man, he was a collier. He worked alone in a cave, his wife was very beautiful. She would bring him lunch in the afternoon when the sun would be kind enough for them to sit outside by the small spring and eat together under the trees. His wife was so pretty that the women of the village would say that she was a child born of the fairies of the woods.
They’d say one day, they’d take her back.
The collier’s wife wore a neckerchief over her pale collarbones and had hair long and yellow as June’s wheat. She would wash it in the spring’s cold water at night, her slender form a stage for the rays of the moon.
One day she was gone. All that was left behind was her neckerchief. And then one winter's night, months later, they say the fairies came down from the mountain, singing and dancing and waking the dead. The collier stepped out of the cave, he called for his wife.
He saw her there, naked as the day she was born, but her eyes were distant and wild. She was dancing with them, finally back with her own. He called out to her again, but she did not know her name.
They found him dead one morning, her white neckerchief in his coal-black hands.
Minho steps out of the shadows. Kibum is all too happy today, his lips were red and swollen that morning when he'd come out of their room with Jonghyun following behind him. Minho knows he’s slipping away.
He has a white neckerchief in his hand.
Kibum hums and brushes his hair when suddenly Minho’s reflection appears in the mirror. He gasps.
“Minho! You scared me! What are you doing here!”
Minho is fighting with words but it’s pointless, they’ll never fly like Kibum’s do, they’ll change nothing in nobody’s life. He looks at their image in the mirror and lays the piece of clothing on Key’s shoulder, dragging it over his collarbones. Kibum looks at the white thing and leaves his brush on the table. Minho grabs his chin and his fingers trace his cupid’s bow.
Kibum has stopped humming, but he can still hear it in his head.
“They say that if you’re kissed by their kind, you’ll never answer to a man’s call again” he says, fingers passing over Kibum’s bottom lip.
He turns around and leaves.
Kibum loves words, but he also loves Jonghyun. And the fairies have come down from the mountains now.