[FIC] Keeping The Change .One. ;PG-13
Keeping The Change
Pairing : Minkey
Rating : PG-13 for now.
Authors Note : my new big project.
Summary : When people have taken everything away from you , the only thing you can do , is try and take everything away from them.
Bicycles and Tears
Key believes that in this world , only hate dwells. You can’t trust anyone unless she’s the mother who held you for those nine painful onths. She’s the only one who will love you unconditionally, she’s the only one who will never take anything away from you. There is no father. There is only a man who feels obliged to provide them with money every other month , he only does it because he feels guilty and maybe even , if Key’s mother hoped hard enough , that the cruel man still loved them.
Because no child would ever forgive their father for giving up his family to start another one with another woman.
Revenge, is the only word he opens his eyes too every morning. He made a promise on that horrible god forsaken day , that he’d come back and tear that family apart. Make them pay for the pain his mother and sister went throughLo, make them feel the hurt of losing something so dear.
He finds himself outside those familiar gates on a Saturday afternoon. It takes every bit of will power for him to not run and turn his back on the gorgeous house but he knows better. His mom had been sick for a while and they desperately needed money for to visit the doctor.
From where he’s standing he can see a flight of steps leading upwards , the view of the house is almost hidden , still he knows it like the back of his hands. His finger hits the button at the side of the wall and it rings. There is no hello , or greeting when the maid lets the door open. No one acknowledges him or the existence of his mother. His sister Gwiboon , passed away 2 years ago , and everyone has forgotten her since.
Pushing the grand door open he walks to the living room and takes a seat at the disgustingly soft sofa and forces himself to calm down. He had to be nice today , they needed more money than usual. Medicine and food weren’t going to fall out of the sky, not any time soon .
“ Ki Bum , why do i have the honor of seeing you around here today “ His father asks as he descends from the steps. A walking stick in hand and a trick stern expression on his face.
“ I’d rather not be so forard “ he answers
His father nods and sits down in the large red armchair opposite the boy.
“ How much today ? “
He never asks anything more or less, just the amount , he gives it to them in cash and sends the boy away.
“ More this time “ Key replies curtly “ Mum is sick , has been for a while i really need to bring her to the doctors. “
“ Don’t be lying kid “ the voice Key hated with a vengeance. The tall , elegant woman emerged from the library. She was beautiful , everyone would agree. But it was unfortunate her heart was rotten to the core. With not a good vien in her , all she wanted was money and status.
No one knows this side of her. She keeps it well hidden under the facade of charity donations and extravagant parties.
“ There is no reason too “ he looks at her straight in the eyes. He tries to stare holes in her body and laughs to himself with her writhing in pain.
A smirk and she nods before leaning over to her husband whispering softly.
“ three hundred “ when he finally opens his mouth.
“ what ?! Its not even enough to cover our rent for the last two months “ Key is desperate and angry , he doesn’t understand what a few hundred would mean to a family when they throw away 100 dollar notes that had been soaked in the wash.
“ You should be working as well , your father is not suppose to be covering everything for you. “
“ You said it yourself , he is my father, what kind of father would abandon a family “
The aged man stands up furious “ ENOUGH ! I will not be talk to like that , take the money and leave “
“ Its true , you call yourself my father but what have you done besides provide money, nothing , all we ever did wrong was love you “
“ Take it and leave “ She hands the money to Key “ you should be smiling to yourself that your father still feels responsible for the two of you , maybe soon the number would get smaller “
“ excuse me ? “ the anger is boiling and he can’t think straight , he cant remember why he’s here , he can’t remember that his mother is sick at home.
“ I said less the better , less money you’d need from us “
Key walks towards her , with one sweeping motion he raises the money and throws it at her face. The stack bursting into flames of green falling all around them
“ I don’t need your fucking money , I don’t need anything from any of you , I hope you sleep well at night because I wouldn’t if I were you. You know they say children suffer for their parents mistakes. Pray that your children are alright “
He pushes past her and walks out the door slamming it behind him. There was no way in hell he could do this anymore. The steps seem endless and he finally reaches the bottom and kicks the gate open. He doesn’t realize that he’s crying, until he feels the need to sniffle.
“ Woah ! Excuse me ! “ The voice is deep and low , its ....... Key can’t describe it. His eyes flutter upwards to the owner of the voice. He realized he had knocked into someone one a bicycle.
“ I’m sorry ... “ he manages to mutter, half hurt half frustrated. His face glistening with tear tracks, his sure he looks like complete mess in front of this stranger. A slight bow he continues walking.
“ hey .... Hey ..” the boy runs after Key and catches his hand. “ Are you alright , did I hit you too hard ? “
Key looks at him completely taken aback because no one has really showed him any care and concern more so a stranger. The boy is the owner of dark brown orbs that seem to stare the breath out of you.
“ I’m .. no you didn’t , I need to go “
“ have you noticed your knee ? “ The crying boy lowers his eyes and looks at the cut on his knee. He didn’t even feel the pain.
“ no...” he kneels down and attempts to rub the blood away, staring intently at the cut on his leg like a lost child.
“ Here come on ,my house is just round the corner i’ll wrap that up for you “
“ I don’t follow strangers home “
“ Well, how about this ? “ he extends his hand out nudges Key a little. “ My name is Choi Minho , studying film at Konkuk University, 21 this year. My parents don’t live in the city “
Key is more amused then annoyed. He doesn’t take the handshake but nods reluctantly. The boy happily gets up on his bicycle and beckons Key to sit on it .
“ Hurry , come one , you don’t want it to get worst “
Carefully he shuffles towards to backseat and gets on gripping on the seat so as not to fall.
“ Whats your name by the way ? “ Minho asks as they ride , the wind tangling itself in their hair kissing their cheeks and drying Key’s tears.
Key doesn’t answer but smiles
“ Okay then “ Minho accepts the silence and laughs as they turn the corner to his place.
Pairing : Minkey
Rating : PG-13 for now.
Authors Note : my new big project.
Summary : When people have taken everything away from you , the only thing you can do , is try and take everything away from them.
Bicycles and Tears
Key believes that in this world , only hate dwells. You can’t trust anyone unless she’s the mother who held you for those nine painful onths. She’s the only one who will love you unconditionally, she’s the only one who will never take anything away from you. There is no father. There is only a man who feels obliged to provide them with money every other month , he only does it because he feels guilty and maybe even , if Key’s mother hoped hard enough , that the cruel man still loved them.
Because no child would ever forgive their father for giving up his family to start another one with another woman.
Revenge, is the only word he opens his eyes too every morning. He made a promise on that horrible god forsaken day , that he’d come back and tear that family apart. Make them pay for the pain his mother and sister went throughLo, make them feel the hurt of losing something so dear.
He finds himself outside those familiar gates on a Saturday afternoon. It takes every bit of will power for him to not run and turn his back on the gorgeous house but he knows better. His mom had been sick for a while and they desperately needed money for to visit the doctor.
From where he’s standing he can see a flight of steps leading upwards , the view of the house is almost hidden , still he knows it like the back of his hands. His finger hits the button at the side of the wall and it rings. There is no hello , or greeting when the maid lets the door open. No one acknowledges him or the existence of his mother. His sister Gwiboon , passed away 2 years ago , and everyone has forgotten her since.
Pushing the grand door open he walks to the living room and takes a seat at the disgustingly soft sofa and forces himself to calm down. He had to be nice today , they needed more money than usual. Medicine and food weren’t going to fall out of the sky, not any time soon .
“ Ki Bum , why do i have the honor of seeing you around here today “ His father asks as he descends from the steps. A walking stick in hand and a trick stern expression on his face.
“ I’d rather not be so forard “ he answers
His father nods and sits down in the large red armchair opposite the boy.
“ How much today ? “
He never asks anything more or less, just the amount , he gives it to them in cash and sends the boy away.
“ More this time “ Key replies curtly “ Mum is sick , has been for a while i really need to bring her to the doctors. “
“ Don’t be lying kid “ the voice Key hated with a vengeance. The tall , elegant woman emerged from the library. She was beautiful , everyone would agree. But it was unfortunate her heart was rotten to the core. With not a good vien in her , all she wanted was money and status.
No one knows this side of her. She keeps it well hidden under the facade of charity donations and extravagant parties.
“ There is no reason too “ he looks at her straight in the eyes. He tries to stare holes in her body and laughs to himself with her writhing in pain.
A smirk and she nods before leaning over to her husband whispering softly.
“ three hundred “ when he finally opens his mouth.
“ what ?! Its not even enough to cover our rent for the last two months “ Key is desperate and angry , he doesn’t understand what a few hundred would mean to a family when they throw away 100 dollar notes that had been soaked in the wash.
“ You should be working as well , your father is not suppose to be covering everything for you. “
“ You said it yourself , he is my father, what kind of father would abandon a family “
The aged man stands up furious “ ENOUGH ! I will not be talk to like that , take the money and leave “
“ Its true , you call yourself my father but what have you done besides provide money, nothing , all we ever did wrong was love you “
“ Take it and leave “ She hands the money to Key “ you should be smiling to yourself that your father still feels responsible for the two of you , maybe soon the number would get smaller “
“ excuse me ? “ the anger is boiling and he can’t think straight , he cant remember why he’s here , he can’t remember that his mother is sick at home.
“ I said less the better , less money you’d need from us “
Key walks towards her , with one sweeping motion he raises the money and throws it at her face. The stack bursting into flames of green falling all around them
“ I don’t need your fucking money , I don’t need anything from any of you , I hope you sleep well at night because I wouldn’t if I were you. You know they say children suffer for their parents mistakes. Pray that your children are alright “
He pushes past her and walks out the door slamming it behind him. There was no way in hell he could do this anymore. The steps seem endless and he finally reaches the bottom and kicks the gate open. He doesn’t realize that he’s crying, until he feels the need to sniffle.
“ Woah ! Excuse me ! “ The voice is deep and low , its ....... Key can’t describe it. His eyes flutter upwards to the owner of the voice. He realized he had knocked into someone one a bicycle.
“ I’m sorry ... “ he manages to mutter, half hurt half frustrated. His face glistening with tear tracks, his sure he looks like complete mess in front of this stranger. A slight bow he continues walking.
“ hey .... Hey ..” the boy runs after Key and catches his hand. “ Are you alright , did I hit you too hard ? “
Key looks at him completely taken aback because no one has really showed him any care and concern more so a stranger. The boy is the owner of dark brown orbs that seem to stare the breath out of you.
“ I’m .. no you didn’t , I need to go “
“ have you noticed your knee ? “ The crying boy lowers his eyes and looks at the cut on his knee. He didn’t even feel the pain.
“ no...” he kneels down and attempts to rub the blood away, staring intently at the cut on his leg like a lost child.
“ Here come on ,my house is just round the corner i’ll wrap that up for you “
“ I don’t follow strangers home “
“ Well, how about this ? “ he extends his hand out nudges Key a little. “ My name is Choi Minho , studying film at Konkuk University, 21 this year. My parents don’t live in the city “
Key is more amused then annoyed. He doesn’t take the handshake but nods reluctantly. The boy happily gets up on his bicycle and beckons Key to sit on it .
“ Hurry , come one , you don’t want it to get worst “
Carefully he shuffles towards to backseat and gets on gripping on the seat so as not to fall.
“ Whats your name by the way ? “ Minho asks as they ride , the wind tangling itself in their hair kissing their cheeks and drying Key’s tears.
Key doesn’t answer but smiles
“ Okay then “ Minho accepts the silence and laughs as they turn the corner to his place.