Keeping Warm - Minkey
Title: Keeping Warm
Author: lamch0ps
Genre: Fluff :3
Pairing: Minho/Key (MinKey)
A/N: I love minkey :3 enjoy? :3
Kibum falls off his bed a mere three hours after he'd fallen asleep on it. The person behind this crime? Frosty the Snowman was after him in his nightmare. He lets out an aggravated cuss, rubbing his head likewise his bottom, from the sudden abuse he'd received from both his bed leg and the floor. He immediately shushes himself to keep from waking up Jinki and Taemin - although not even an earthquake could wake those two up at a time like this.
Reaching around for his pair of glasses, he squints at the clock hanging on the opposite wall, it read- 3:26AM. Still wrapped up in his thin polka-dotted blanket, and now sprawled across the ridiculously cold hardwood floor, his two articles of clothing included an extremely loose teeshirt and shorts-- obviously they hadn't done much to keep him warm. Whilst laying there, completely dazed and utterly sleep-deprived, only three things were clear in his mind,
1: It's cold.
2: Minho
3: If he finds the 2nd thing, he could solve the 1st problem.
Unlike normal people, who'd get their ass back onto bed and try to get as much sleep as they can before their day starts again, he shuffles out of his room and wanders down the dark hallway, the moon shining through a window as his only source of light. He stops dead at a door with the sign: charisma plastered onto it.
He whispers with his eyes closed while his body was leaning against the door, “Minho-ah, I'm coming in.”, because of course those whispers escaping the barely open lips of his, would go through the door and reach a sleeping man's ears.
He stumbles into the room, and as soon as he slips under the covers, an arm unconsciously claims his waist. His head neatly tucked in the crook of the rapper's neck, he hears Minho mumble something along the lines of, 'what are you doing in my bed?' but was promptly followed by a snore,
“Minho-ah..” he whispers trying to get his boyfriend to regain consciousness, “Minho, I'm cold.” He could tell Minho heard him, despite the fact the younger man was still lost somewhere in between dreamland and reality, because the grip on his waist tightened, then loosened up almost instantaneously- a motion almost too subtle for him to notice, but he did. “Minho...Minhooo...Minho-ah." he whispers against his boyfriend's neck, as if those two syllables had the power to keep him warm- let's face it, it does. Maybe not physically, but his heart is warmed, with just one word; one name; one person. “Minho..."
Somehow, amidst Kibum's delicate calls of his name, he'd woken up, because for some odd reason, he chooses reality over his dream about Kibum+handcuff+bunny ears. The now awaken Minho plants a kiss on his boyfriend's forehead then reassures the older man with a soft smile,
“Don't worry, I'll keep you warm.” Of course he will, he's the only one that can keep Kibum so tender, so gentle, so loving while with him. He's the only one that could melt Kibum with an action as small as a smirk, or with words as large as i love you--and he's completely aware of it--that arrogant bastard.
"You better."
They each let out a soft laugh, to keep from waking Jonghyun, then they fall asleep. It was 3somethinginthemorning, they were too sleepy to get any more sappy than that.
Author: lamch0ps
Genre: Fluff :3
Pairing: Minho/Key (MinKey)
A/N: I love minkey :3 enjoy? :3
Kibum falls off his bed a mere three hours after he'd fallen asleep on it. The person behind this crime? Frosty the Snowman was after him in his nightmare. He lets out an aggravated cuss, rubbing his head likewise his bottom, from the sudden abuse he'd received from both his bed leg and the floor. He immediately shushes himself to keep from waking up Jinki and Taemin - although not even an earthquake could wake those two up at a time like this.
Reaching around for his pair of glasses, he squints at the clock hanging on the opposite wall, it read- 3:26AM. Still wrapped up in his thin polka-dotted blanket, and now sprawled across the ridiculously cold hardwood floor, his two articles of clothing included an extremely loose teeshirt and shorts-- obviously they hadn't done much to keep him warm. Whilst laying there, completely dazed and utterly sleep-deprived, only three things were clear in his mind,
1: It's cold.
2: Minho
3: If he finds the 2nd thing, he could solve the 1st problem.
Unlike normal people, who'd get their ass back onto bed and try to get as much sleep as they can before their day starts again, he shuffles out of his room and wanders down the dark hallway, the moon shining through a window as his only source of light. He stops dead at a door with the sign: charisma plastered onto it.
He whispers with his eyes closed while his body was leaning against the door, “Minho-ah, I'm coming in.”, because of course those whispers escaping the barely open lips of his, would go through the door and reach a sleeping man's ears.
He stumbles into the room, and as soon as he slips under the covers, an arm unconsciously claims his waist. His head neatly tucked in the crook of the rapper's neck, he hears Minho mumble something along the lines of, 'what are you doing in my bed?' but was promptly followed by a snore,
“Minho-ah..” he whispers trying to get his boyfriend to regain consciousness, “Minho, I'm cold.” He could tell Minho heard him, despite the fact the younger man was still lost somewhere in between dreamland and reality, because the grip on his waist tightened, then loosened up almost instantaneously- a motion almost too subtle for him to notice, but he did. “Minho...Minhooo...Minho-ah." he whispers against his boyfriend's neck, as if those two syllables had the power to keep him warm- let's face it, it does. Maybe not physically, but his heart is warmed, with just one word; one name; one person. “Minho..."
Somehow, amidst Kibum's delicate calls of his name, he'd woken up, because for some odd reason, he chooses reality over his dream about Kibum+handcuff+bunny ears. The now awaken Minho plants a kiss on his boyfriend's forehead then reassures the older man with a soft smile,
“Don't worry, I'll keep you warm.” Of course he will, he's the only one that can keep Kibum so tender, so gentle, so loving while with him. He's the only one that could melt Kibum with an action as small as a smirk, or with words as large as i love you--and he's completely aware of it--that arrogant bastard.
"You better."
They each let out a soft laugh, to keep from waking Jonghyun, then they fall asleep. It was 3somethinginthemorning, they were too sleepy to get any more sappy than that.