prim [oneshot]
Title: prim
Author: salted_taiyaki
Pairing(s): Key x Taemin
Genre: Romance, Angst, AU
Rating: PG-13
Summary: nothing was any prettier than the hallucinations.
a/n: sitting in hakwon, thinking of what to write, and then as i closed my eyes i thought of the darkness that came with it, and so this came. maybe a bit bittersweet, not sure.
prim;
to kibum, the purest, purest canvas is the one that appears when he closes his eyes and turns from the world, because it is untainted and renewed with every flutter of his lashes.
and the colors that appear on that canvas are beautiful, crisp, the perfect blend. with every blink there are specks and dots and stripes and bars and yes, to him, they are all different on his canvas. every one thing is different from the other and kibum thinks it is beautiful.
the only thing about his canvas that kibum dislikes, the only thing that blotches the nearly perfect expanse behind his eyes, is that he can't share it with people. they can never know the beauty he paints on his spare time away from the eyes of others.
it hurts a lot because he really wants taemin to be able to see this pretty picture. he wants taemin to read his mind, read his imagination, read his love that explodes like fireworks boom bam, bursts of pink and green and yellow, for life.
kibum never forces taemin to try though (it's not good for your puny little brain, he jokes) and taemin never makes a move to do so (mom would be pissed, he says), so they stick with painting two-dimensional pictures on paper and cement walls on their spare time instead. it isn't that kibum doesn't get a thrill from each brush stroke-he loves painting, painting suns on ceilings and smiles on taemin's pure face-it's just so restricted and it's so hard to find new places to color.
sometimes though when kibum closes his eyes and paints, he sees things. like taemin's frowns and taemin's tears and taemin's anger but he's never seen them before in real life. and they are white. they are white and they clean his canvas, wipe away all color until he too wakes up with clear tears streaming down his face.
tonight kibum drowns himself in the noise of soft creaks and peaceful murmurs but he can't sleep because the white is blinding and discomforting. kibum feels haunted. taemin is asleep on the bed across the room yet his very heartbeat sends a ripple through the canvas.
suddenly the canvas is gone as he twists and turns and screams and all the horrors of reality are before him, no longer hidden by his paint and bright colors. the colors peel and chip, washed out by the white tears. kibum sobs uncontrollably, yells for some help, reaches to the ceiling because it's not moving and it's the only thing that looks pure black.
kibum, kibum, taemin cries into his ear, his bright auburn hair filling kibum's vision. what's wrong, are you all right, please answer me.
his small, cold hands touch kibum's face and quiet sobs break the wild buzzing in the raven's ears.
taemin, kibum gasps as soft lips graze his cheek and plop plop plop warm droplets hit the burning skin, taemin.
please stop, the whispers seems so blue and soft, please, kibum, stop.
kibum finally lets his eyes drop to the tear-stained cheeks of the younger boy's face. he breathes in shakily, runs his fingers through taemin's soft hair then down his neck. his thumb picks up colorless tears and kibum whispers, i'm so sorry.
taemin shakes his head and small hiccups shake his shoulders. you're so stupid.
i know, i know, i'm so sorry.
a feeble smile breaks through and kibum feels the horrors subside. taemin, the word sends a shiver down the boy's spine. taemin.
tentative pink lips softly press against his own. kibum groans before pulling taemin down, drawing out small whimpers and moans with each drag of their lips. kibum's not sure, really isn't sure, as to what this is supposed to mean but taemin's warmth and his eager kisses soothe his soul and the ache in every joint of his body. the boy shyly moves and tries to hug kibum with his legs as innocently as he can (and kibum chuckles deep in his throat because taemin's clearly embarrassed).
taemin's face, kibum realizes as the boy pulls back, looks aglow-the golden shade of his skin tinted with tickled pink and shimmering white from the moon outside. and as kibum's fingertips skirt taemin's shoulders and face, kibum thinks that taemin is absolutely beautiful.
taemin sits at the kitchen table with a mug of milk (milk, never coffee) rotating in his hands and he glances up as kibum stumbles in, large shirt slipping down his shoulder with each step. he smiles. good morning.
kibum opens the fridge with a small nod and pulls out orange juice and a glass from the cupboard before turning around and breathing in sharply. taemin, he starts, did you sleep well?
the boy shrugs. sure, i guess. he watches him through sun-kissed eyelashes as the older boy pulls out a chair across from him and sits down. what about you?
kibum doesn't respond automatically but after a while he mumbles, better than usual, i guess. a grin. thanks.
distractedly the auburn haired boy scratches his chin, looks away to some other spot on the tiled floor of their kitchen. whatever.
the rest of the morning is silent as taemin simply sips his milk and kibum stares out the window and at the bright, orange sky that seems to set taemin's golden hair aglow. they exchange small glances but that's all. kibum never tries to close his eyes though, never tries to peel his eyes from the window or from taemin's beautiful hair, because deep inside he's scared.
never again, kibum whispers under his breath but it doesn't go unheard.
taemin stands up from his chair, tears brimming and nose red again as he silently reaches forward with both hands and once his fingers entangle themselves in the fabric of kibum's shirt, the boy begins to cry, shed more foreign tears that look like absolute crystals under the morning light.
kibum holds him close and peppers soft kisses in his hair, on his lashes, his ears.
and now, to kibum, the purest, purest canvas is the one that slips into his arms every evening and stays curled up against his chest until the morn, because it is warm and humming every second of his life.
the colors that appear on that canvas are slightly limited-red, in embarrassment and lust; blue, in fright or in cold; white, in sickness and dismay-yet to him every slight shade and brush on the plane of his nose and cheek and neck is different on his canvas. every one smile and frown is different from the other and kibum thinks it is beautiful.
there is nothing that he dislikes about his canvas, because it is real and breathing and smiling, and the rest of his world can see just what his perfection is when his eyes are open or closed, attached or away.
.end
a/n: edit: in case it wasn't understood, kibum was on drugs (any type of hallucinogenic, idk, something that made him loopy i'm not a friggin expert on that shit) and the colors were hallucinations of sorts. i wanted them to be the things that you see behind your eyelids when you close your eyes when you're dizzy or smth but they're more drug-induced than anything
an incredibly romantic and disgusting first taekey oneshot. i am so proud of myself sob shed tear etc. whatever hope you guys at least somewhat enjoyed this mess haha.
Author: salted_taiyaki
Pairing(s): Key x Taemin
Genre: Romance, Angst, AU
Rating: PG-13
Summary: nothing was any prettier than the hallucinations.
a/n: sitting in hakwon, thinking of what to write, and then as i closed my eyes i thought of the darkness that came with it, and so this came. maybe a bit bittersweet, not sure.
prim;
to kibum, the purest, purest canvas is the one that appears when he closes his eyes and turns from the world, because it is untainted and renewed with every flutter of his lashes.
and the colors that appear on that canvas are beautiful, crisp, the perfect blend. with every blink there are specks and dots and stripes and bars and yes, to him, they are all different on his canvas. every one thing is different from the other and kibum thinks it is beautiful.
the only thing about his canvas that kibum dislikes, the only thing that blotches the nearly perfect expanse behind his eyes, is that he can't share it with people. they can never know the beauty he paints on his spare time away from the eyes of others.
it hurts a lot because he really wants taemin to be able to see this pretty picture. he wants taemin to read his mind, read his imagination, read his love that explodes like fireworks boom bam, bursts of pink and green and yellow, for life.
kibum never forces taemin to try though (it's not good for your puny little brain, he jokes) and taemin never makes a move to do so (mom would be pissed, he says), so they stick with painting two-dimensional pictures on paper and cement walls on their spare time instead. it isn't that kibum doesn't get a thrill from each brush stroke-he loves painting, painting suns on ceilings and smiles on taemin's pure face-it's just so restricted and it's so hard to find new places to color.
sometimes though when kibum closes his eyes and paints, he sees things. like taemin's frowns and taemin's tears and taemin's anger but he's never seen them before in real life. and they are white. they are white and they clean his canvas, wipe away all color until he too wakes up with clear tears streaming down his face.
tonight kibum drowns himself in the noise of soft creaks and peaceful murmurs but he can't sleep because the white is blinding and discomforting. kibum feels haunted. taemin is asleep on the bed across the room yet his very heartbeat sends a ripple through the canvas.
suddenly the canvas is gone as he twists and turns and screams and all the horrors of reality are before him, no longer hidden by his paint and bright colors. the colors peel and chip, washed out by the white tears. kibum sobs uncontrollably, yells for some help, reaches to the ceiling because it's not moving and it's the only thing that looks pure black.
kibum, kibum, taemin cries into his ear, his bright auburn hair filling kibum's vision. what's wrong, are you all right, please answer me.
his small, cold hands touch kibum's face and quiet sobs break the wild buzzing in the raven's ears.
taemin, kibum gasps as soft lips graze his cheek and plop plop plop warm droplets hit the burning skin, taemin.
please stop, the whispers seems so blue and soft, please, kibum, stop.
kibum finally lets his eyes drop to the tear-stained cheeks of the younger boy's face. he breathes in shakily, runs his fingers through taemin's soft hair then down his neck. his thumb picks up colorless tears and kibum whispers, i'm so sorry.
taemin shakes his head and small hiccups shake his shoulders. you're so stupid.
i know, i know, i'm so sorry.
a feeble smile breaks through and kibum feels the horrors subside. taemin, the word sends a shiver down the boy's spine. taemin.
tentative pink lips softly press against his own. kibum groans before pulling taemin down, drawing out small whimpers and moans with each drag of their lips. kibum's not sure, really isn't sure, as to what this is supposed to mean but taemin's warmth and his eager kisses soothe his soul and the ache in every joint of his body. the boy shyly moves and tries to hug kibum with his legs as innocently as he can (and kibum chuckles deep in his throat because taemin's clearly embarrassed).
taemin's face, kibum realizes as the boy pulls back, looks aglow-the golden shade of his skin tinted with tickled pink and shimmering white from the moon outside. and as kibum's fingertips skirt taemin's shoulders and face, kibum thinks that taemin is absolutely beautiful.
taemin sits at the kitchen table with a mug of milk (milk, never coffee) rotating in his hands and he glances up as kibum stumbles in, large shirt slipping down his shoulder with each step. he smiles. good morning.
kibum opens the fridge with a small nod and pulls out orange juice and a glass from the cupboard before turning around and breathing in sharply. taemin, he starts, did you sleep well?
the boy shrugs. sure, i guess. he watches him through sun-kissed eyelashes as the older boy pulls out a chair across from him and sits down. what about you?
kibum doesn't respond automatically but after a while he mumbles, better than usual, i guess. a grin. thanks.
distractedly the auburn haired boy scratches his chin, looks away to some other spot on the tiled floor of their kitchen. whatever.
the rest of the morning is silent as taemin simply sips his milk and kibum stares out the window and at the bright, orange sky that seems to set taemin's golden hair aglow. they exchange small glances but that's all. kibum never tries to close his eyes though, never tries to peel his eyes from the window or from taemin's beautiful hair, because deep inside he's scared.
never again, kibum whispers under his breath but it doesn't go unheard.
taemin stands up from his chair, tears brimming and nose red again as he silently reaches forward with both hands and once his fingers entangle themselves in the fabric of kibum's shirt, the boy begins to cry, shed more foreign tears that look like absolute crystals under the morning light.
kibum holds him close and peppers soft kisses in his hair, on his lashes, his ears.
and now, to kibum, the purest, purest canvas is the one that slips into his arms every evening and stays curled up against his chest until the morn, because it is warm and humming every second of his life.
the colors that appear on that canvas are slightly limited-red, in embarrassment and lust; blue, in fright or in cold; white, in sickness and dismay-yet to him every slight shade and brush on the plane of his nose and cheek and neck is different on his canvas. every one smile and frown is different from the other and kibum thinks it is beautiful.
there is nothing that he dislikes about his canvas, because it is real and breathing and smiling, and the rest of his world can see just what his perfection is when his eyes are open or closed, attached or away.
.end
a/n: edit: in case it wasn't understood, kibum was on drugs (any type of hallucinogenic, idk, something that made him loopy i'm not a friggin expert on that shit) and the colors were hallucinations of sorts. i wanted them to be the things that you see behind your eyelids when you close your eyes when you're dizzy or smth but they're more drug-induced than anything
an incredibly romantic and disgusting first taekey oneshot. i am so proud of myself sob shed tear etc. whatever hope you guys at least somewhat enjoyed this mess haha.