where minho is a hopeless romantic, and key is hopeless because of it
- where minho is a hopeless romantic, and key is hopeless because of it. -
3 drabbles of fluff and romance.
minho/key
- of paper hearts & glue -
275 words, pg-13
Key’s head is comfortably occupying Minho’s arm, while the younger boy has his lean fingers tousling Key’s soft brown hair.
“I think I have a paper heart.” Minho grins at the sudden statement, but plays along anyway.
“Oh? And why is that?”
“Because I think if something devastating were to happen to me my heart would tear apart really easily you know? Just like paper, so I think I have a paper heart.” The smaller boy states in a single breath, and by the time he finishes Minho is having a hard time holding in his chuckle,
“Why do you think so much after sex?”
Obviously offended, Key elbows the rapper in the stomach, “I’m serious!” He proclaims. “If you ever decided, that, one day, you don’t love me anymore...”
Minho frowns and places a gentle finger over the smaller boy’s lips, “Shh...Don’t be silly.”
Tossing aside Minho’s hand, Kibum continues his declaration, “Minho, I’m serious. If you-” Minho cuts him short of trying to repeat himself.
“I’ll always love you, you goofball.” Key lets out a sigh; there wasn’t a reason to disagree, so he decides to believe him. “And if you have a paper heart, I guess I gotta be glue.”
“Why glue? Glue smells bad.” Kibum questioned in his snarky self.
“Because that way, I’ll always be there hold you together, and to love you, and to care for you, and to ask about your day and-need I go on?”
Key fights the urge to tell him to continue, so he just smiles and says,
“Then I think I’m okay with you being glue, even if my nostrils don’t approve.”
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- hopeless romantic -
360 words, pg-13
photo cr; bopeep_achu
define: A hopeless romantic--This person is in love with love. They’re idealists, they’re sentimental dreamers and imaginative. They make love look like an art form with all the romantic things they do for their special someone.
Key shuts his laptop off and goes back to the sofa to claim Minho’s lap. After much contemplating he decides to prove to Minho that yes, Minho is indeed a hopeless romantic.
“Yeah, I’d say you’re a hopeless romantic.” Key states rather bluntly, and Minho grins at the sight of his boyfriend deep in thought, “I mean, you do daydream a lot more than it is to be healthy, you’re definitely an idealist but with all your expectations, and imagination? You almost have too much of it. Let’s see, remember that one time you baked a dildo in my fucking birthday cake?” Minho widens his eyes in disbelief, like did you really just say that out loud?, and Key shrugs his shoulders and makes a face like, what? It’s true. Thus, he continues, “Oh, and uh, that other time when you dared me to wear that maid outfit?-Never again.” Key mused awhile longer before continuing, completely disregarding the astonished expression painted on his boyfriend’s face. “Oh right, and yes being in love with you is much like being a part of a masterpiece.” Finally finishing his seemingly pre-rehearsed declaration, he takes a deep breath and gives the other an innocent smile.
“Did you practice saying that in the mirror or something?” Key narrows his eyes at the younger but taller man, whom he’s sitting on.
“Well, it’s true.” Key urges with a light and playful slap to his man’s arm. Minho cocks and eyebrow at him like, oh really, now? , and Key nods his head urgently.
“So, me and you-a masterpiece huh?” Minho teases with a knowing smirk, he leans in and pecks the other on the lips. “Yeah, I can see us being a masterpiece. Especially since there’s someone as beautiful as you in the picture.”
Kibum lets out a content sigh, sometimes he wonders what he ever did to deserve such a luminous romance with such an amazing guy.
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- these moments -
132 words, poem-esque, pg
These moments where time freezes, where hearts love, and souls feel.
These moments that should be eternalized, cherished and kept close to the heart.
These moments where you whisper sweet nothings, where; onto me, you place chaste kisses, where your hand roams down my arm for the sole purpose of having our fingers intertwine.
These moments when I make mistakes, when you say wrong words, and everything works itself out to be just fine.
These moments make my life worth living, they make every breath I take; count, and lace every heartbeat with a meaning.
These moments spent with you, spent with me, spent together.
These moments are my life wrapped up in happiness, tied together with our love.
These are the moments where time freezes, where hearts love, and souls feel.