[FIC] Keeping The Change .Two. ;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.
1
Fate Is A Game
Kim KI Bum can’t believe he’s letting a stranger wrap his wound. The boys hands are stained with iodine antiseptic and bits of cotton wool . He noticed that he’s quite bad at it but keeps silent , its the thought that counts.
“ Looks decent , thanks “ Minho packs the rest of the bandaid stuff into a box and keeps it away. “ No worries. i’ve experience , lots of it my friends somewhat a klutz “
Key keeps quiet and watches as Minho goes to the kitchen to make drinks. He’s tall very tall , skinny too, which makes him incredibly lanky. His hair is longish with gentle curls that shape its way through his stands.
He leans back into his chair and examines the wrapped wound. It would have to do till he decides to change it. The chair feels like its moving and Key jerks upwards looking around. He feels it again and flips the pillows over. Just in the corner , a phone is incesantly vibrating screaming to be picked up. Key grabs the phone and walks to the kitchen.
“ Your phone “ is his reply before MInho could open his mouth to tell Key that he should be resting on the couch instead.
Taking it in his hand he slides a finger across the screen and presses it to his ear.
“ Taemin ! “
Key doesn’t have to hear the voice to know which Taemin it is. How many were there in this area. Minho knew Taemin? What were the odds , he waits albeit not patiently for Minho to finish his call.
“ Sorry , I was suppose to meet him till i bumped into you outside his place “ Minho smiles like its the most casual thing to say . Well it is , unless Taemin is the son of that hell sent woman who lives with your father.
“ Lee Tae Min ? “
“ Yeah , do you know him too ? “
Key wonders if he should be angry or laugh at the situation he’s in. He was hear in the house of his enemy’s friend.
“ How do you know him ? “ He’s curious , who wouldn’t be.
“ Well, I know Taemin because we go to the same school, His family are really nice and warm I go over quite a bit. “
“ Nice and warm ?”
Key bursts out in the most sarcastic laugh he can manage, clutching at his stomach at Minho’s obviously ignorant comment.
“ Sorry but i have to leave , thanks for the help , i hope i don’t see you again “
‘ Wait .. what ? Did I say something wrong ? “
“ No , you just have the wrong company, “ Key bows and walks out the door, leaving Minho confused and a tad guilty.
The walk home is horrible, because the boy who was suppose to bring money back for his sick mother , is now empty handed with a gash across his leg. He had to do something soon, he makes a detour from the street where he lives and picks up a newspaper at the nearest store. Throwing open classifieds at a deserted cafe he tears out those odd jobs he could probably do.
The were all around the area so that he was close to home incase his mum needed him at any time. Taking the pieces of ripped paper and leaving the stack behind he decides to walk to each of the places listed and interview immediately.
First was a cafe. The place was crowded and messy , people were streaming in constantly. Key was standing at the entrance holding the door as he surveyed the place. He closed the door in front of him and decided too much business was not a good thing. Why was he being so picky in the first place.
Its been 3 hours since the first place and he hasn’t gotten a job yet. Places either had already hired someone , or he just couldn’t imagine working there.
The last place is a club, its not crowded but its just past dinner.
“ $200 a night “ Key thinks he’s struck gold.
“ Are you serious ? “
“ Why would I kid with you boy ? Your job is simple , you’ve got a pretty face so use it. I need you to handle the customers when they come in , if they want you to drink with them you drink , the ladies will love you , who knows you might get more then the $200 when the nights over “
“ You want me to work as a social escort ? “ he was a guy had the owner mistake him for a girl?
“ You don’t have to make it sound so bad , your just like a friend ready to keep anyone company anytime “
“ I...... I don’t think .... “ cause he knows his mum would be so heartbroken to know.
“ Give me your answer tomorrow, I know you must be struggling to even walk in here for a job , how old are you 19? “
“ 21, I don’t think I’ll take the job though ....”
“ Tell me tomorrow , now go, I’ve got a club to run “
Key hurries out the club into the night. He’s lost for awhile before he finds the right direction to head back home.
Two hundred a night.
He imagines what he could do with the money , his mother could finally get to see the doctor. They wouldn’t need to worry about rent. Food could finally be a constant.
Before he knows it his legs are running back to the club , his body in tow. The guards look at him questioningly but the owner beckons him in.
“ I’ll do it “
“ I knew you would be back, start tomorrow have a good rest tonight “
“ Thank you Sir “
He leaves yet again , falling back into the same path that he abandoned 20 mins ago. The walk isn’t as short as he imagined it to be. The job wasn’t the best he thinks but he had to focus on the money and not get into any trouble. Maybe this might be their big break from the horrible life , though it wasn’t the most glamourous way.
Heaving out a sigh , he pushes past the small garden gate. The lights inside are still on , his mum was probably worried waiting for him to come back. He hears footsteps when he slides the key into the hole.
“ Ki Bum is that you ? “
“ Yup , I’m home ! “
She pulls Key into a hug , and pats his back gently , whispering soft gentle concerns into his ear. He doesn’t know what a kind women like her ever did to deserve a man like his father.
“ Mum , I ... I didn’t get the money , they were being ridiculous i ..... I just couldn’t “ he mutters , his sorries are endless to his sickly mother.
“ Its okay , i still have that job helping the family “ she rubs his back because he’s crying again.
“ i got a job “ he admits “ the pay is really good but I work at night they just need a pair of extra hands at the.... cinema for late night movies and such , no one wants to do those weird hours so they pay SUPER WELL , and extra if i work well “ he tries to be convincing because he’s never really lied to his mum before.
“ But its so late , will you be okay , will it be to tiring for you ? You still have school in the day too “
“ School starts at 12 , and they’ll pay for my rides back home its included , this job will make our life tons better mum , no more going to that horrible family and taking their money. We’ll be independent and rent won’t be a problem anymore. Life will be better mum “
She nods and relents “ I’m so lucky to have a son like you , if only your sister were here Ki Bum , Gwiboon would be so proud to. “
Its hard to hold back after a day like this and he lets it all out , crying into his mother’s arms, holding on to her cause she meant the world to him. His sister died from being sick , they didn’t have enough money to keep her in the hospital and she passed away shortly after. He couldn’t let his mother go like that.
They walk to his room and his mum gets his bed ready , its like his 6 again , waiting for their mother to tuck them in. But tonight , his alone without Gwiboon, in a less luxurious house.
Key knew that this was going to 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.
1
Fate Is A Game
Kim KI Bum can’t believe he’s letting a stranger wrap his wound. The boys hands are stained with iodine antiseptic and bits of cotton wool . He noticed that he’s quite bad at it but keeps silent , its the thought that counts.
“ Looks decent , thanks “ Minho packs the rest of the bandaid stuff into a box and keeps it away. “ No worries. i’ve experience , lots of it my friends somewhat a klutz “
Key keeps quiet and watches as Minho goes to the kitchen to make drinks. He’s tall very tall , skinny too, which makes him incredibly lanky. His hair is longish with gentle curls that shape its way through his stands.
He leans back into his chair and examines the wrapped wound. It would have to do till he decides to change it. The chair feels like its moving and Key jerks upwards looking around. He feels it again and flips the pillows over. Just in the corner , a phone is incesantly vibrating screaming to be picked up. Key grabs the phone and walks to the kitchen.
“ Your phone “ is his reply before MInho could open his mouth to tell Key that he should be resting on the couch instead.
Taking it in his hand he slides a finger across the screen and presses it to his ear.
“ Taemin ! “
Key doesn’t have to hear the voice to know which Taemin it is. How many were there in this area. Minho knew Taemin? What were the odds , he waits albeit not patiently for Minho to finish his call.
“ Sorry , I was suppose to meet him till i bumped into you outside his place “ Minho smiles like its the most casual thing to say . Well it is , unless Taemin is the son of that hell sent woman who lives with your father.
“ Lee Tae Min ? “
“ Yeah , do you know him too ? “
Key wonders if he should be angry or laugh at the situation he’s in. He was hear in the house of his enemy’s friend.
“ How do you know him ? “ He’s curious , who wouldn’t be.
“ Well, I know Taemin because we go to the same school, His family are really nice and warm I go over quite a bit. “
“ Nice and warm ?”
Key bursts out in the most sarcastic laugh he can manage, clutching at his stomach at Minho’s obviously ignorant comment.
“ Sorry but i have to leave , thanks for the help , i hope i don’t see you again “
‘ Wait .. what ? Did I say something wrong ? “
“ No , you just have the wrong company, “ Key bows and walks out the door, leaving Minho confused and a tad guilty.
The walk home is horrible, because the boy who was suppose to bring money back for his sick mother , is now empty handed with a gash across his leg. He had to do something soon, he makes a detour from the street where he lives and picks up a newspaper at the nearest store. Throwing open classifieds at a deserted cafe he tears out those odd jobs he could probably do.
The were all around the area so that he was close to home incase his mum needed him at any time. Taking the pieces of ripped paper and leaving the stack behind he decides to walk to each of the places listed and interview immediately.
First was a cafe. The place was crowded and messy , people were streaming in constantly. Key was standing at the entrance holding the door as he surveyed the place. He closed the door in front of him and decided too much business was not a good thing. Why was he being so picky in the first place.
Its been 3 hours since the first place and he hasn’t gotten a job yet. Places either had already hired someone , or he just couldn’t imagine working there.
The last place is a club, its not crowded but its just past dinner.
“ $200 a night “ Key thinks he’s struck gold.
“ Are you serious ? “
“ Why would I kid with you boy ? Your job is simple , you’ve got a pretty face so use it. I need you to handle the customers when they come in , if they want you to drink with them you drink , the ladies will love you , who knows you might get more then the $200 when the nights over “
“ You want me to work as a social escort ? “ he was a guy had the owner mistake him for a girl?
“ You don’t have to make it sound so bad , your just like a friend ready to keep anyone company anytime “
“ I...... I don’t think .... “ cause he knows his mum would be so heartbroken to know.
“ Give me your answer tomorrow, I know you must be struggling to even walk in here for a job , how old are you 19? “
“ 21, I don’t think I’ll take the job though ....”
“ Tell me tomorrow , now go, I’ve got a club to run “
Key hurries out the club into the night. He’s lost for awhile before he finds the right direction to head back home.
Two hundred a night.
He imagines what he could do with the money , his mother could finally get to see the doctor. They wouldn’t need to worry about rent. Food could finally be a constant.
Before he knows it his legs are running back to the club , his body in tow. The guards look at him questioningly but the owner beckons him in.
“ I’ll do it “
“ I knew you would be back, start tomorrow have a good rest tonight “
“ Thank you Sir “
He leaves yet again , falling back into the same path that he abandoned 20 mins ago. The walk isn’t as short as he imagined it to be. The job wasn’t the best he thinks but he had to focus on the money and not get into any trouble. Maybe this might be their big break from the horrible life , though it wasn’t the most glamourous way.
Heaving out a sigh , he pushes past the small garden gate. The lights inside are still on , his mum was probably worried waiting for him to come back. He hears footsteps when he slides the key into the hole.
“ Ki Bum is that you ? “
“ Yup , I’m home ! “
She pulls Key into a hug , and pats his back gently , whispering soft gentle concerns into his ear. He doesn’t know what a kind women like her ever did to deserve a man like his father.
“ Mum , I ... I didn’t get the money , they were being ridiculous i ..... I just couldn’t “ he mutters , his sorries are endless to his sickly mother.
“ Its okay , i still have that job helping the family “ she rubs his back because he’s crying again.
“ i got a job “ he admits “ the pay is really good but I work at night they just need a pair of extra hands at the.... cinema for late night movies and such , no one wants to do those weird hours so they pay SUPER WELL , and extra if i work well “ he tries to be convincing because he’s never really lied to his mum before.
“ But its so late , will you be okay , will it be to tiring for you ? You still have school in the day too “
“ School starts at 12 , and they’ll pay for my rides back home its included , this job will make our life tons better mum , no more going to that horrible family and taking their money. We’ll be independent and rent won’t be a problem anymore. Life will be better mum “
She nods and relents “ I’m so lucky to have a son like you , if only your sister were here Ki Bum , Gwiboon would be so proud to. “
Its hard to hold back after a day like this and he lets it all out , crying into his mother’s arms, holding on to her cause she meant the world to him. His sister died from being sick , they didn’t have enough money to keep her in the hospital and she passed away shortly after. He couldn’t let his mother go like that.
They walk to his room and his mum gets his bed ready , its like his 6 again , waiting for their mother to tuck them in. But tonight , his alone without Gwiboon, in a less luxurious house.
Key knew that this was going to change.