broken whole.
pg, angst/fluff.
key/amber.
oneshot, complete.
997 words.
key and amber are broken whole.
I just couldn't keep away, hahaha. :D I guess my hiatus's going to be an on-off thing.
This is a short oneshot, but enjoy!
‘Amber.’
Those two syllabuses were quietly muttered, nearly muted by the classical music playing, by the buzz of constant chatter. But Amber heard. Amber, standing demurely in her ivory silk dress, heard. Her eyes widened, her dark irises lighting up as she saw. She gazed at that face with lack of flaw, its high cheekbones more protruded than ever. He’s getting skinnier, she realized. His cheeks had hollowed, skinny jeans grown loose, and his wrists looked more fragile than ever. Vulnerable. He looked so vulnerable.
‘Amber?’
Next to her, Minho had noticed her drifting away. He smiled gently as he tapped her on the shoulder. Amber jumped slightly, turning around to face him.
‘Oh Minho, I need to go over and speak to some friends,’ she said softly.
‘I’ll go with you,’ he replied, smiling.
‘No,’ Amber blurted, voice harsh. She quickly composed herself. ‘I’ll go by myself.’
She gave him a stiff smile. Minho leaned down toward her face and kissed her on her forehead.
‘Alright then, come back soon.’
Amber walked towards him, muttering clipped one-word answers to guests who approached to congratulate her. With each step she took, her vision of his face sharpened, features becoming clearer. Everyone else started to blur. Only him, she could only see him now.
‘Kibum.’
At three metres away, Amber began to mutter his name softly, pleadingly.
‘Congratulations Amber.’
He smiled weakly, turned, and started walking away.
‘Kibum!’
Everyone turned sharply at the sound of her cry. Whispers rose from the guests, drifting about, making the air heavy, making it difficult to breathe. Amber looked about the room, eyes wide and afraid. Her demure, composed shell fell apart. The cracks had been there in the beginning after all.
Amber let the tears fall. She wanted so badly just to stand there and cry, to give up on everything; the wedding, Minho, everything. But Kibum ... she didn’t want to lose Kibum. Amber stepped out of her heels, and clutching them with one hand, she ran barefoot after Kibum.
‘Kibum!’
She could see him, just five metres beyond her.
‘Kibum please!’
He could hear the tears in her voice, the pain in her begging.
‘Kibum …’
He stopped. And he waited.
‘Kibum,’ Amber choked as she reached him. Her head was lowered, tousled hair cascading down her face in uneven sections. ‘I’m sorry, Kibum …’
‘You didn’t tell me you were getting married.’
‘Kibum I-‘
‘That day, Amber, when we explored the streets together, somehow … my heart had slipped from my grasp into yours. And yet tonight … to think I had stupidly thought that you too, had fallen for me!’
Kibum began to cry.
He only remembered that day too well. It had been a cold winter day when Amber dragged him from his house to ‘explore the essence of Korea’ together. They had trawled the streets together, laughing and pushing each other about as they bought ddukbokki and walnut cakes from roadside stalls to keep themselves warm. He remembered how happy he’d been that day, how he’d taken off his jacket for her, and how she’d blushed.
‘Kibum, listen to me, please! I-‘
‘So this is your friend, Amber,’ a weary voice cut her off.
Amber turned around. Minho.
‘Minho …’
‘Kibum, huh?’ Minho gave a bitter smile. ‘You must love him, because, even tonight, even when you were about to become my wife, you chose to run after him, rather than stay at my side.’
He laughed hoarsely. ‘You’ve made a fool of me, Amber. Would you have made a cuckold of me after marriage?’
‘Minho, I’m sorry.’
‘Fuck you, Amber,’ Minho growled, face haggard and wet. ‘I’m leaving. And don’t worry, I’ll call off the wedding for you.’
Minho turned away and ran, his white shirt, black jacket and tie fluttering behind him. Amber just stood there and stared blankly as he made his escape from the two of them.
‘Go after him,’ Kibum said simply, walking off in the opposite direction. ‘Don’t worry about me, I’ll be fine after a while. Minho ... he’s more fragile. Love him well.’
With that, Amber was left alone.
‘Minho … Kibum …’
She began to walk. Both fiancé and best friend had their hearts broken that night, but deep in her heart, she knew, she knew whose heart she cared for more than the other.
‘Kibum!’ Amber ran after him. They were now walking on the concrete pavement of the street. As she took each step, Amber could feel bits of grit and pebble cutting into her feet.
‘Kibum please … please stop running away from me …’ Amber begged. ‘I … I Iove you, Kibum.’
Kibum’s pace faltered, as did his heart. He turned to face Amber, eyes widening as he noticed the red-brown footprints she was leaving on the pavement behind her.
‘Am-Amber … your feet …’ He hurried to her.
‘It’s alright, Kibum …’ Amber smiled weakly, her face streaked with tears. ‘Listen … I love you, Kibum. I love you.’
Kibum gazed at her. Her petite frame was slouched forward, her head hung low. Her frailness and vulnerability … it was much like his, wasn’t it, he thought with a bitter smile. They were of the same kind, the ones who loved blindly and gave blindly, unguarded hearts oblivious to the danger of breaking.
He lifted her chin with his hand, seeing clearly for the first time that night, the mascara streaking down her face, the wisps of hair plastered to her face, the tiredness in her face. Amber’s eyes grew large in confusion as she stared at him. He smiled, fixing her fringe gently.
And then, he kissed her.
There was comfort and love in that soft and passionate kiss. Amber’s tears ceased as she kissed him back, feeling his soft fringe brushing against hers. They were two broken souls, but their broken pieces fit together perfectly, making them whole again. And that was all that mattered.
‘I love you, Amber.’
key/amber.
oneshot, complete.
997 words.
key and amber are broken whole.
I just couldn't keep away, hahaha. :D I guess my hiatus's going to be an on-off thing.
This is a short oneshot, but enjoy!
‘Amber.’
Those two syllabuses were quietly muttered, nearly muted by the classical music playing, by the buzz of constant chatter. But Amber heard. Amber, standing demurely in her ivory silk dress, heard. Her eyes widened, her dark irises lighting up as she saw. She gazed at that face with lack of flaw, its high cheekbones more protruded than ever. He’s getting skinnier, she realized. His cheeks had hollowed, skinny jeans grown loose, and his wrists looked more fragile than ever. Vulnerable. He looked so vulnerable.
‘Amber?’
Next to her, Minho had noticed her drifting away. He smiled gently as he tapped her on the shoulder. Amber jumped slightly, turning around to face him.
‘Oh Minho, I need to go over and speak to some friends,’ she said softly.
‘I’ll go with you,’ he replied, smiling.
‘No,’ Amber blurted, voice harsh. She quickly composed herself. ‘I’ll go by myself.’
She gave him a stiff smile. Minho leaned down toward her face and kissed her on her forehead.
‘Alright then, come back soon.’
Amber walked towards him, muttering clipped one-word answers to guests who approached to congratulate her. With each step she took, her vision of his face sharpened, features becoming clearer. Everyone else started to blur. Only him, she could only see him now.
‘Kibum.’
At three metres away, Amber began to mutter his name softly, pleadingly.
‘Congratulations Amber.’
He smiled weakly, turned, and started walking away.
‘Kibum!’
Everyone turned sharply at the sound of her cry. Whispers rose from the guests, drifting about, making the air heavy, making it difficult to breathe. Amber looked about the room, eyes wide and afraid. Her demure, composed shell fell apart. The cracks had been there in the beginning after all.
Amber let the tears fall. She wanted so badly just to stand there and cry, to give up on everything; the wedding, Minho, everything. But Kibum ... she didn’t want to lose Kibum. Amber stepped out of her heels, and clutching them with one hand, she ran barefoot after Kibum.
‘Kibum!’
She could see him, just five metres beyond her.
‘Kibum please!’
He could hear the tears in her voice, the pain in her begging.
‘Kibum …’
He stopped. And he waited.
‘Kibum,’ Amber choked as she reached him. Her head was lowered, tousled hair cascading down her face in uneven sections. ‘I’m sorry, Kibum …’
‘You didn’t tell me you were getting married.’
‘Kibum I-‘
‘That day, Amber, when we explored the streets together, somehow … my heart had slipped from my grasp into yours. And yet tonight … to think I had stupidly thought that you too, had fallen for me!’
Kibum began to cry.
He only remembered that day too well. It had been a cold winter day when Amber dragged him from his house to ‘explore the essence of Korea’ together. They had trawled the streets together, laughing and pushing each other about as they bought ddukbokki and walnut cakes from roadside stalls to keep themselves warm. He remembered how happy he’d been that day, how he’d taken off his jacket for her, and how she’d blushed.
‘Kibum, listen to me, please! I-‘
‘So this is your friend, Amber,’ a weary voice cut her off.
Amber turned around. Minho.
‘Minho …’
‘Kibum, huh?’ Minho gave a bitter smile. ‘You must love him, because, even tonight, even when you were about to become my wife, you chose to run after him, rather than stay at my side.’
He laughed hoarsely. ‘You’ve made a fool of me, Amber. Would you have made a cuckold of me after marriage?’
‘Minho, I’m sorry.’
‘Fuck you, Amber,’ Minho growled, face haggard and wet. ‘I’m leaving. And don’t worry, I’ll call off the wedding for you.’
Minho turned away and ran, his white shirt, black jacket and tie fluttering behind him. Amber just stood there and stared blankly as he made his escape from the two of them.
‘Go after him,’ Kibum said simply, walking off in the opposite direction. ‘Don’t worry about me, I’ll be fine after a while. Minho ... he’s more fragile. Love him well.’
With that, Amber was left alone.
‘Minho … Kibum …’
She began to walk. Both fiancé and best friend had their hearts broken that night, but deep in her heart, she knew, she knew whose heart she cared for more than the other.
‘Kibum!’ Amber ran after him. They were now walking on the concrete pavement of the street. As she took each step, Amber could feel bits of grit and pebble cutting into her feet.
‘Kibum please … please stop running away from me …’ Amber begged. ‘I … I Iove you, Kibum.’
Kibum’s pace faltered, as did his heart. He turned to face Amber, eyes widening as he noticed the red-brown footprints she was leaving on the pavement behind her.
‘Am-Amber … your feet …’ He hurried to her.
‘It’s alright, Kibum …’ Amber smiled weakly, her face streaked with tears. ‘Listen … I love you, Kibum. I love you.’
Kibum gazed at her. Her petite frame was slouched forward, her head hung low. Her frailness and vulnerability … it was much like his, wasn’t it, he thought with a bitter smile. They were of the same kind, the ones who loved blindly and gave blindly, unguarded hearts oblivious to the danger of breaking.
He lifted her chin with his hand, seeing clearly for the first time that night, the mascara streaking down her face, the wisps of hair plastered to her face, the tiredness in her face. Amber’s eyes grew large in confusion as she stared at him. He smiled, fixing her fringe gently.
And then, he kissed her.
There was comfort and love in that soft and passionate kiss. Amber’s tears ceased as she kissed him back, feeling his soft fringe brushing against hers. They were two broken souls, but their broken pieces fit together perfectly, making them whole again. And that was all that mattered.
‘I love you, Amber.’