i'm yours.
g, fluff.
key/oc.
oneshot, complete.
907 words.
Drunk and crying, Key is cared for one night by a kind-hearted girl, who helps him love again.
Fluff is fluffy. It's lovely writing fluff. I apologize for the fictional character pairings, because this fanfic and the last are both written for my friends. This one's for Zhixin. I hope you enjoy it! Sorry it's not beta-ed, I just rushed this out in this last hour because it was half done and I was excited to get it finished.
(I'll be writing proper pairings next, I promise! :D)
He presses his face into her hair, whispering softly, ‘Hey.’
Wrapping his arms around her neck and shoulders, he plants a gentle kiss upon her head, then nestles his face once again into her hair.
‘I’ve missed you,’ he says, his voice husky yet boyish as his words come out muffled through her hair. He turns her around and hugs her tightly, smiling contentedly.
‘Me … too,’ she replies shyly. ‘I’ve missed you too.’
His smile gets wider.
‘Let’s go have coffee.’ He tugs her right arm like a child, opening his eyes a little more than his usual as he looks straight into her eyes. She laughs at his innocuous act, patting his head to play along.
‘Alright,’ she says. ‘But get dressed properly first; it’s cold out.’
‘Awww,’ he sighs, eager to go out into the snow. ‘It’s not that bad.’
‘Come on,’ she pulls him into her bedroom, flings open her closet, and starts tossing him a grey beanie, a green knitted scarf, and a black coat that reached his thighs. She puts on a matching beanie for herself, and a deep purple coat.
They walk out together into the cold winter air, clouds of water vapour forming before their faces with each breath they take. He takes her hand in his, Finding the café they always go to - ‘their café’, as they call it - they sit down on sophisticated chairs of smooth dark cherry wood, the lighting dim and the table covered with a clean white table cloth.
‘Two mochas,’ he says casually to the female waitress. The waitress blushes, nods and walks off briskly, biting down on her lower lip.
He doesn’t notice. She does.
And she smiles. She knows how his milky, flawless skin and high cheekbones can cause excited whispers between groups of school girls. His versatile eyes can seduce or charm, while his lips can curl into a sexy smirk or a youthful grin. But those were not the things that attracted her to him.
When she first laid eyes on him, he was in the midst of being dumped by his girlfriend.
‘… you know what, Kibum? You’re pathetic!’ a girl in a denim jacket seethed at him, shoving him away from her.
‘But …’ he tried to say. The girl turned away, and, with her head high in the air, she walked off, her stilettos clicking rhythmically on the pavement.
Without realizing, she had stopped next to this man and his girlfriend, watching the man as his face fell. She watched as his expression grew lost and he sat down on the ground; she watched as the girl walked away. He didn’t notice her presence. As tears began to form in his baleful eyes, she took those few steps over to his side and sat down beside him and put her arms around him. He didn’t look up; he just let his tears fall on her shoulder, seeping into the cotton.
‘It’s gonna be okay,’ she whispered. ‘Don’t cry.’
He didn’t reply. She continued to hold him. By that night, she was in his apartment, lugging his deadweight onto his covers as he slurs, ‘Gracieee …’
‘I’m not Gracie, mister,’ she said.
‘Oh, so you won’t even recognize me now,’ he hiccupped. ‘Is that it?’
She pulled his boots off his feet and starts walking to the front door to place them on the shoe rack.
‘I’m Kibum!’ he said loudly. ‘KIM KIBUM, you got that, Gracie?!’
‘Yes, yes, Kibum,’ she soothed. ‘I got that.’
‘I love you …’ he slurred, and started to cry.
She put down his boots and sat beside him on his bed, patting and shushing him as she eased him into a deep, drunk slumber.
She was about to leave him when she glanced at the clock hanging on the wall. It was 4AM in the morning. He’s going to feel awful later, she decided. I’ll make breakfast.
Later, she set a bowl of steaming noodles down on the table with a pair of metal chopsticks. Next to the bowl she placed a cup of honey lemon drink.
‘I’m tired,’ she said to the silence. Sitting down before the television, she switched it on and watched a drama on MBC. Sinking into the sofa, she told herself, ‘I’ll just stay for a little while more.’
-
The next morning, he found himself waking to an aching pain in his head, stumbling out his room. He found the noodles and drink on the table, still slightly warm. He found her, sleeping peacefully on his sofa, her hair askew.
She woke to his face before hers. Before she can mutter a single word, he kisses her, his lips warm and gentle against her cold ones.
-
And now, here they were, three years later, sitting in a café having coffee together on a cold winter’s night after work.
‘A penny for your thoughts,’ his husky voice interrupts her thoughts.
‘It’s nothing.’ She smiles.
The coffee arrives, and as they sip on their drinks, he gazes at her lovingly. She feels his eyes upon her and looks up, her eyes meeting his.
‘I love you,’ he says. ‘I’m going to make sure you’re as well taken care of for the rest of your life as how I was that night you comforted me.’
‘So you’re basically my caregiver?’ she teases, waggling her eyebrows.
‘No, no.' He leans forward and kisses her. ‘I’m yours.’
key/oc.
oneshot, complete.
907 words.
Drunk and crying, Key is cared for one night by a kind-hearted girl, who helps him love again.
Fluff is fluffy. It's lovely writing fluff. I apologize for the fictional character pairings, because this fanfic and the last are both written for my friends. This one's for Zhixin. I hope you enjoy it! Sorry it's not beta-ed, I just rushed this out in this last hour because it was half done and I was excited to get it finished.
(I'll be writing proper pairings next, I promise! :D)
He presses his face into her hair, whispering softly, ‘Hey.’
Wrapping his arms around her neck and shoulders, he plants a gentle kiss upon her head, then nestles his face once again into her hair.
‘I’ve missed you,’ he says, his voice husky yet boyish as his words come out muffled through her hair. He turns her around and hugs her tightly, smiling contentedly.
‘Me … too,’ she replies shyly. ‘I’ve missed you too.’
His smile gets wider.
‘Let’s go have coffee.’ He tugs her right arm like a child, opening his eyes a little more than his usual as he looks straight into her eyes. She laughs at his innocuous act, patting his head to play along.
‘Alright,’ she says. ‘But get dressed properly first; it’s cold out.’
‘Awww,’ he sighs, eager to go out into the snow. ‘It’s not that bad.’
‘Come on,’ she pulls him into her bedroom, flings open her closet, and starts tossing him a grey beanie, a green knitted scarf, and a black coat that reached his thighs. She puts on a matching beanie for herself, and a deep purple coat.
They walk out together into the cold winter air, clouds of water vapour forming before their faces with each breath they take. He takes her hand in his, Finding the café they always go to - ‘their café’, as they call it - they sit down on sophisticated chairs of smooth dark cherry wood, the lighting dim and the table covered with a clean white table cloth.
‘Two mochas,’ he says casually to the female waitress. The waitress blushes, nods and walks off briskly, biting down on her lower lip.
He doesn’t notice. She does.
And she smiles. She knows how his milky, flawless skin and high cheekbones can cause excited whispers between groups of school girls. His versatile eyes can seduce or charm, while his lips can curl into a sexy smirk or a youthful grin. But those were not the things that attracted her to him.
When she first laid eyes on him, he was in the midst of being dumped by his girlfriend.
‘… you know what, Kibum? You’re pathetic!’ a girl in a denim jacket seethed at him, shoving him away from her.
‘But …’ he tried to say. The girl turned away, and, with her head high in the air, she walked off, her stilettos clicking rhythmically on the pavement.
Without realizing, she had stopped next to this man and his girlfriend, watching the man as his face fell. She watched as his expression grew lost and he sat down on the ground; she watched as the girl walked away. He didn’t notice her presence. As tears began to form in his baleful eyes, she took those few steps over to his side and sat down beside him and put her arms around him. He didn’t look up; he just let his tears fall on her shoulder, seeping into the cotton.
‘It’s gonna be okay,’ she whispered. ‘Don’t cry.’
He didn’t reply. She continued to hold him. By that night, she was in his apartment, lugging his deadweight onto his covers as he slurs, ‘Gracieee …’
‘I’m not Gracie, mister,’ she said.
‘Oh, so you won’t even recognize me now,’ he hiccupped. ‘Is that it?’
She pulled his boots off his feet and starts walking to the front door to place them on the shoe rack.
‘I’m Kibum!’ he said loudly. ‘KIM KIBUM, you got that, Gracie?!’
‘Yes, yes, Kibum,’ she soothed. ‘I got that.’
‘I love you …’ he slurred, and started to cry.
She put down his boots and sat beside him on his bed, patting and shushing him as she eased him into a deep, drunk slumber.
She was about to leave him when she glanced at the clock hanging on the wall. It was 4AM in the morning. He’s going to feel awful later, she decided. I’ll make breakfast.
Later, she set a bowl of steaming noodles down on the table with a pair of metal chopsticks. Next to the bowl she placed a cup of honey lemon drink.
‘I’m tired,’ she said to the silence. Sitting down before the television, she switched it on and watched a drama on MBC. Sinking into the sofa, she told herself, ‘I’ll just stay for a little while more.’
-
The next morning, he found himself waking to an aching pain in his head, stumbling out his room. He found the noodles and drink on the table, still slightly warm. He found her, sleeping peacefully on his sofa, her hair askew.
She woke to his face before hers. Before she can mutter a single word, he kisses her, his lips warm and gentle against her cold ones.
-
And now, here they were, three years later, sitting in a café having coffee together on a cold winter’s night after work.
‘A penny for your thoughts,’ his husky voice interrupts her thoughts.
‘It’s nothing.’ She smiles.
The coffee arrives, and as they sip on their drinks, he gazes at her lovingly. She feels his eyes upon her and looks up, her eyes meeting his.
‘I love you,’ he says. ‘I’m going to make sure you’re as well taken care of for the rest of your life as how I was that night you comforted me.’
‘So you’re basically my caregiver?’ she teases, waggling her eyebrows.
‘No, no.' He leans forward and kisses her. ‘I’m yours.’