Evolution of Planes - One Shot
Title: Evolution of Planes
Fandom(s): U-KISS
Pairing(s): friendship!Kiseop/Kibum, weird!Kevin/Kibum
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Fluff (?), IDEK
Word Count: 2,200 words
35 U-Kiss Fic Challenge Prompt: 20. Paper Planes [Kiseop/Kibum]
Warnings: Awful!English
Author's Notes: I just had to add in Kemaru, even if Kevin isn’t actually…Kevin :3
Kiseop trotted down his door way to the neighbour’s house easily, knocking on the front door by raising his hand as high as he could. Being only eight years old, he wasn’t strong enough nor tall enough to properly knock.
Luckily for him, dogs have very sensitive ears, and Choco happened to hear him. The small dog barked softly, but loud enough for her owner to hear.
The door was slowly opened, revealing a nine-year-old Kibum who had some difficulty opening the tall door.
“Hey, Kiseop.” Kibum smiled. “Whatcha doin’ here?”
“Let’s play!” Kiseop grinned widely, showing his other hand with at least five pieces of paper. “Paper planes!”
Kibum raised his eyebrows, slightly uninterested. “What’s paper planes?”
“You don’t know?!” Kiseop questioned back, bewildered. “Come! Come, I’ll teach you!”
-
“And here, is the magnificent paper plane!” Kiseop boasted.
Kibum looked at him as if he was kidding. “Magnificent?”
“Yeah!” Kiseop didn’t recognise the sarcasm in Kibum’s words, having not learnt that before. He aimed and threw the paper plane with all his force, slipping and thus falling backwards while the paper plane flew upwards and fell down seconds after. “Ouch.”
“Tch, paper planes don’t fly.” Kibum laughed at Kiseop’s stupidity in actually believing a paper could fly. “Only birds can fly.”
Kiseop frowned sadly at the paper plane that landed beside his fallen figure.
“It can’t fly, stop looking at it.” Kibum hastily tried to help Kiseop up. “Let’s go play with toy cars.”
“Wahhh!” Kiseop cried out loud, tears easily forming in his eyes, quickly falling down his pale, soft cheeks.
“Don’t cry…” Kibum bit his lower lip, slightly flustered. “You want to eat ice-cream?”
“Paper planes can fly!” Kiseop insisted, sad eyes looking at Kibum, waiting for him to agree.
“But they didn’t…” Kibum sulked.
Kiseop cried harder, shaking his head. “I believe in paper planes! I believe in paper planes! I believe in paper planes!”
Kibum covered his ears as Kiseop had pushed him to the ground and screamed into his ears, making sure he agreed. “Why?!”
“Mommy said it.” Kiseop backed away, innocently stating. “Mommy said it would carry me to great heights! And from there, I can see the world with my paper plane eyes!”
“HAHA!” Kibum laughed loudly. “What is paper plane eyes? Where’s the eyes? Should I draw it for you?”
Kiseop frowned angrily at Kibum, standing up with his paper plane and stomping off, leaving Kibum clutching his little belly, laughing uncontrollably on the floor.
-
Kibum didn’t hear from Kiseop from then on.
Ten days later, he pouted while sadly sitting on the sofa but not focusing his vision on the television. His older brother took a seat beside him, ruffling his hair and asking why he looked so down.
“I’m not looking down, I’m looking at the TV!” Kibum blinked questioningly.
“I mean, why are you so sad?” Hyungjoon pinched Kibum’s cheeks lovingly, grinning. “Smile~!”
“Hyung.” Kibum swatted the hands away, soothing the pain. “Do you know how to make paper planes?”
Hyungjoon chuckled. “Of course! I know everything!”
-
Kiseop struggled to open the door, and when he did, he had the urge to close it back shut.
“Hey.” Kibum greeted, bringing a big paper plane made by an A3-size paper from behind his back to show Kiseop. “Would you like to fly with me?”
Kiseop’s eyes shone in the warm sunlight, all dissatisfaction with Kibum melted away as he nodded vigorously.
They ran towards Kiseop’s backyard, Kiseop excitedly trying to send the big plane flying.
“Silly, it’s supposed to fly this way.” Kibum picked up the paper plane Kiseop failed to throw properly, and propelled it horizontally forward.
The wind carried it along, bringing it over the street to disturb a sleeping bulldog.
“Bull’s-eye.” Kibum grinned.
“Not literally.” Kiseop laughed. “You technically hit the bull’s body.”
“Shut up.” Kibum grinned, words not what he really meant. “Let’s make another one!”
Kiseop ran back into his house for a stack of paper, and they managed to unintentionally decorate both their backyards with paper planes.
-
Two years later, Kiseop got another knock on the door. Being ten and taller, he easily reached for the door handle and push it down, greeting the visitor happily.
“Would you like to fly with me?” Kiseop gave Kibum a weird look, beaming when Kibum showed him a cardboard paper plane. “Happy birthday, Lee Kiseop! I spent two days making this, so you better fly with me.”
The weight made the plane unable to fly far. Kiseop was, however, very elated with his present.
-
When Kiseop turned fifteen, he got another present from Kibum. He didn’t really think he would get a birthday present from Kibum, since they never really got each other birthday presents.
Especially since they were both going through puberty, each having their own share of schoolwork and group of friends.
The older boy appeared with a smirk, something Kiseop wouldn’t be able to do if speaking to someone he hadn’t been really talked to. Kibum and Kiseop only waved to each other when they met, and that was all.
“Happy birthday.” Kibum passed Kiseop a nicely wrapped box, eagerly asking him to unwrap the present.
Kiseop left his mouth open, gaping at the sleek model airplane with a controller. Kibum hurried him to get it flying, which Kiseop enthusiastically did so.
They ran to a nearby field of grass and took turns to play Kiseop’s present, both in awe at how high the plane could go. It was as if they turned back time and were young and innocent again, chortling at the smallest things like the lack of control and the sudden ups and downs the plane made.
Tired after a day of playing, Kibum laid down on the field while Kiseop followed suit. They enjoyed the breeze, catching their breaths.
“Do you still like paper planes?” Kibum casually asked.
“Yes!”
“Why?”
“I actually only told you half the story.” Kiseop smiled, watching the blue sky and the moving clouds. “My mother said if I could travel up to the sky, I would see what my daddy sees in heaven. And I’m curious as to what he sees.”
“Take a plane.” Kibum suggested easily.
“I’m scared of heights.” Kiseop sheepishly chuckled.
Kibum looked at the same sky thoughtfully, but said nothing.
-
Kiseop grew out of his teenage years, turning twenty two. He ended up working as a model, the easiest job he could come up with that actually gets money.
Three years ago, Kibum had moved out with his family for a better house. The both of them parted with a promise of keeping in touch. Nope, all those are just beautiful parting words that always don’t come true.
That he was sure of.
Until he got a call on one fine windy afternoon, a very ecstatic Kibum on the other line.
“Yo, Kiseop. Hey, guess what?”
“Oh, Kibum-hyung? What?”
“Heh, I won’t tell you. Are you free tomorrow?” Kiseop could literally feel the grin Kibum was wearing.
“I guess.” Kiseop nodded. “Why?”
“Just come to the big field we usually play at, I’ll bring you somewhere and uh, I’ll give you your birthday present.”
“You seem to only keep in contact with me whenever it’s my birthday. Do you have a grudge against me during the other 364 days?” Kiseop lamented jokingly. He doesn’t talk to Kibum even if it was the older’s birthday, he guiltily reminds himself.
“Yes. I have a grudge against you and it will only disappear on your birthday. Now shut up and just promise me you’ll come.”
“I won’t.” Kiseop snickered, quickly ending the call. Even if they hadn’t been keeping contact, some relationships just never change. It didn’t even feel weird speaking so informally despite being close to strangers.
-
“I thought I said I won’t come?”
“Did promises ever mean anything to me?” Kibum smirked. “I just wanted to hear you sound like a girl. Oh~ I promise you~!”
“Hey!” Kiseop sulked, teasing Kibum failed, again.
“Come on.” Kibum grinned, leading Kiseop to his car to fetch the younger to a certain place. “You’ll like this.”
-
“NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!” Kiseop screamed. “I’m not going up that plane! And don’t I need a passport or something?!”
“It’s mine.” Kibum proudly smiled. “Here’s baby…baby…uh, I have not actually gave it a name. You can give it one.”
“Uh, call it anything you want.” Kiseop gave Kibum a weird face. “Though if you want it to sound like you own it, you can let it start with a “K”.”
“K?” Kibum thought about it for a while. “Fine then, baby Kevin. Here’s a three month old baby Kevin! It’s safe, I assure you, I have a plane license.”
“What are you doing?! Don’t you know I’m afraid of heights?”
“Don’t you know I’m the one controlling it?” Kibum confidently asked. “If we die, we die together. If we don’t, you’ll have to bow down to my awesomeness.”
“Why did you buy a plane anyway?” Kiseop questioned instead.
“I’m a pilot.” The older man gave Kiseop a deadpanned look. “I have an actual job that rakes in good money, unlike you, model Lee Kiseop.”
“I’m famous!” Kiseop pouted.
Kibum sighed, carrying Kiseop’s thin figure and placing him in the seat despite Kiseop’s struggles. He put on Kiseop’s seatbelt for him and glared intensely. “You leave this seat before we actually fly, I’ll crash this plane with me in it.”
Kiseop kept silent and still.
Kibum grinned as he moved to his seat, adjusting all the gears professionally. He turned to Kiseop with a kinder smile. “Would you like to fly with me?”
“And Kevin.” Kiseop corrected. “Well, if I don’t, you would die, so I shall be a nice friend and say yes.”
“Just so you know, I maintain Kevin really, really well. Three months old private planes aren’t supposed to look so pretty. I even stock up on drinks, see, there’s a fridge behind you.”
“Seriously?” Kiseop widened his eyes, not noticing that the plane was moving. He turned around and reached for the fridge, easily finding bottled drinks and taking two out. “Want one?”
“Nah, I’m fine.” Kibum grinned, letting the plane run a little more before they took off. “Do you know why I became a pilot?”
“Nope.” Kiseop shook his head while gulping down the ice cold carbonated drink. “Ah! Why did you?”
“Because an idiot told me that his mother told him, if he could travel up to the sky, he could see what his dad sees in heaven.” Kibum smiled. “I thought he was dumb, but when my dad died, my mother told me the same thing, and I got curious.”
Kiseop blinked. “So you became a pilot FOR ME?”
“No, you idiot.” Kibum rolled his eyes. “I got curious what it was like, from the front view, really looking down at the vast world, not through a little window in the passenger’s seat. So I worked for this, flying in the sky, and it brought me a lot of comfort flying here and there, seeing different kind of city and village lives, the world under you, and responsibility.”
“Responsibility?” Kiseop asked, facing Kibum and really not realising they were high up in the air already.
“Lives in my hand, this wasn’t a joke.” Kibum nodded. “It might be okay to me that I die, but not to my family. And the many lives I carry with me. I made a serious turn in life, and that made me study harder for this life, I literally cut off contact with the world.”
“Not because you hate me?” Kiseop joked.
“You know, I’m beginning to doubt your fear for heights.” Kibum smirked. “Look, it’s your house over there.”
Kiseop screamed.
-
“It was the best birthday present I ever had.” Kiseop hugged Kibum tightly as soon as they reached the floor, though that was actually an excuse to hide his wobbling legs.
Kibum coughed to show he was suffocating, before ruffling Kiseop’s hair. “How’s the view up there?”
“Spectacular.” Kiseop beamed.
-
Years later, despite having different families and different jobs, Kibum and Kiseop managed to meet up often and talk about their younger years.
“Fond memories, huh?” Kiseop grinned, stirring his cup of coffee.
“You know, I think it’s time you actually did something for me.” Kibum laughed. “Seems like I’m the only one doing things for our friendship. Hey, tomorrow’s my birthday, you idiot.”
“Oh, you sure don’t know me well.” Kiseop wore a sneaky smile, throwing Kibum a paper plane. “Go to that address tomorrow, you’ll see what I mean.”
-
Kiseop got good old Kevin a wife.
A pink plane with pink interior, leather seats and basically what every expensive plane should contain. He looked in awe at the interior, finding a note stuck to the pilot’s seat.
“Some friend I am, huh? This is what ten years of my model life got me, your life-long worth of birthday present. Don’t tell my wife my life savings was spent on this.
“Would you like to fly with me?”
Hell yeah.”
Kibum laughed, nodding while appreciating the beautiful pink plane. “Some friend you are.”
Fandom(s): U-KISS
Pairing(s): friendship!Kiseop/Kibum, weird!Kevin/Kibum
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Fluff (?), IDEK
Word Count: 2,200 words
35 U-Kiss Fic Challenge Prompt: 20. Paper Planes [Kiseop/Kibum]
Warnings: Awful!English
Author's Notes: I just had to add in Kemaru, even if Kevin isn’t actually…Kevin :3
Kiseop trotted down his door way to the neighbour’s house easily, knocking on the front door by raising his hand as high as he could. Being only eight years old, he wasn’t strong enough nor tall enough to properly knock.
Luckily for him, dogs have very sensitive ears, and Choco happened to hear him. The small dog barked softly, but loud enough for her owner to hear.
The door was slowly opened, revealing a nine-year-old Kibum who had some difficulty opening the tall door.
“Hey, Kiseop.” Kibum smiled. “Whatcha doin’ here?”
“Let’s play!” Kiseop grinned widely, showing his other hand with at least five pieces of paper. “Paper planes!”
Kibum raised his eyebrows, slightly uninterested. “What’s paper planes?”
“You don’t know?!” Kiseop questioned back, bewildered. “Come! Come, I’ll teach you!”
-
“And here, is the magnificent paper plane!” Kiseop boasted.
Kibum looked at him as if he was kidding. “Magnificent?”
“Yeah!” Kiseop didn’t recognise the sarcasm in Kibum’s words, having not learnt that before. He aimed and threw the paper plane with all his force, slipping and thus falling backwards while the paper plane flew upwards and fell down seconds after. “Ouch.”
“Tch, paper planes don’t fly.” Kibum laughed at Kiseop’s stupidity in actually believing a paper could fly. “Only birds can fly.”
Kiseop frowned sadly at the paper plane that landed beside his fallen figure.
“It can’t fly, stop looking at it.” Kibum hastily tried to help Kiseop up. “Let’s go play with toy cars.”
“Wahhh!” Kiseop cried out loud, tears easily forming in his eyes, quickly falling down his pale, soft cheeks.
“Don’t cry…” Kibum bit his lower lip, slightly flustered. “You want to eat ice-cream?”
“Paper planes can fly!” Kiseop insisted, sad eyes looking at Kibum, waiting for him to agree.
“But they didn’t…” Kibum sulked.
Kiseop cried harder, shaking his head. “I believe in paper planes! I believe in paper planes! I believe in paper planes!”
Kibum covered his ears as Kiseop had pushed him to the ground and screamed into his ears, making sure he agreed. “Why?!”
“Mommy said it.” Kiseop backed away, innocently stating. “Mommy said it would carry me to great heights! And from there, I can see the world with my paper plane eyes!”
“HAHA!” Kibum laughed loudly. “What is paper plane eyes? Where’s the eyes? Should I draw it for you?”
Kiseop frowned angrily at Kibum, standing up with his paper plane and stomping off, leaving Kibum clutching his little belly, laughing uncontrollably on the floor.
-
Kibum didn’t hear from Kiseop from then on.
Ten days later, he pouted while sadly sitting on the sofa but not focusing his vision on the television. His older brother took a seat beside him, ruffling his hair and asking why he looked so down.
“I’m not looking down, I’m looking at the TV!” Kibum blinked questioningly.
“I mean, why are you so sad?” Hyungjoon pinched Kibum’s cheeks lovingly, grinning. “Smile~!”
“Hyung.” Kibum swatted the hands away, soothing the pain. “Do you know how to make paper planes?”
Hyungjoon chuckled. “Of course! I know everything!”
-
Kiseop struggled to open the door, and when he did, he had the urge to close it back shut.
“Hey.” Kibum greeted, bringing a big paper plane made by an A3-size paper from behind his back to show Kiseop. “Would you like to fly with me?”
Kiseop’s eyes shone in the warm sunlight, all dissatisfaction with Kibum melted away as he nodded vigorously.
They ran towards Kiseop’s backyard, Kiseop excitedly trying to send the big plane flying.
“Silly, it’s supposed to fly this way.” Kibum picked up the paper plane Kiseop failed to throw properly, and propelled it horizontally forward.
The wind carried it along, bringing it over the street to disturb a sleeping bulldog.
“Bull’s-eye.” Kibum grinned.
“Not literally.” Kiseop laughed. “You technically hit the bull’s body.”
“Shut up.” Kibum grinned, words not what he really meant. “Let’s make another one!”
Kiseop ran back into his house for a stack of paper, and they managed to unintentionally decorate both their backyards with paper planes.
-
Two years later, Kiseop got another knock on the door. Being ten and taller, he easily reached for the door handle and push it down, greeting the visitor happily.
“Would you like to fly with me?” Kiseop gave Kibum a weird look, beaming when Kibum showed him a cardboard paper plane. “Happy birthday, Lee Kiseop! I spent two days making this, so you better fly with me.”
The weight made the plane unable to fly far. Kiseop was, however, very elated with his present.
-
When Kiseop turned fifteen, he got another present from Kibum. He didn’t really think he would get a birthday present from Kibum, since they never really got each other birthday presents.
Especially since they were both going through puberty, each having their own share of schoolwork and group of friends.
The older boy appeared with a smirk, something Kiseop wouldn’t be able to do if speaking to someone he hadn’t been really talked to. Kibum and Kiseop only waved to each other when they met, and that was all.
“Happy birthday.” Kibum passed Kiseop a nicely wrapped box, eagerly asking him to unwrap the present.
Kiseop left his mouth open, gaping at the sleek model airplane with a controller. Kibum hurried him to get it flying, which Kiseop enthusiastically did so.
They ran to a nearby field of grass and took turns to play Kiseop’s present, both in awe at how high the plane could go. It was as if they turned back time and were young and innocent again, chortling at the smallest things like the lack of control and the sudden ups and downs the plane made.
Tired after a day of playing, Kibum laid down on the field while Kiseop followed suit. They enjoyed the breeze, catching their breaths.
“Do you still like paper planes?” Kibum casually asked.
“Yes!”
“Why?”
“I actually only told you half the story.” Kiseop smiled, watching the blue sky and the moving clouds. “My mother said if I could travel up to the sky, I would see what my daddy sees in heaven. And I’m curious as to what he sees.”
“Take a plane.” Kibum suggested easily.
“I’m scared of heights.” Kiseop sheepishly chuckled.
Kibum looked at the same sky thoughtfully, but said nothing.
-
Kiseop grew out of his teenage years, turning twenty two. He ended up working as a model, the easiest job he could come up with that actually gets money.
Three years ago, Kibum had moved out with his family for a better house. The both of them parted with a promise of keeping in touch. Nope, all those are just beautiful parting words that always don’t come true.
That he was sure of.
Until he got a call on one fine windy afternoon, a very ecstatic Kibum on the other line.
“Yo, Kiseop. Hey, guess what?”
“Oh, Kibum-hyung? What?”
“Heh, I won’t tell you. Are you free tomorrow?” Kiseop could literally feel the grin Kibum was wearing.
“I guess.” Kiseop nodded. “Why?”
“Just come to the big field we usually play at, I’ll bring you somewhere and uh, I’ll give you your birthday present.”
“You seem to only keep in contact with me whenever it’s my birthday. Do you have a grudge against me during the other 364 days?” Kiseop lamented jokingly. He doesn’t talk to Kibum even if it was the older’s birthday, he guiltily reminds himself.
“Yes. I have a grudge against you and it will only disappear on your birthday. Now shut up and just promise me you’ll come.”
“I won’t.” Kiseop snickered, quickly ending the call. Even if they hadn’t been keeping contact, some relationships just never change. It didn’t even feel weird speaking so informally despite being close to strangers.
-
“I thought I said I won’t come?”
“Did promises ever mean anything to me?” Kibum smirked. “I just wanted to hear you sound like a girl. Oh~ I promise you~!”
“Hey!” Kiseop sulked, teasing Kibum failed, again.
“Come on.” Kibum grinned, leading Kiseop to his car to fetch the younger to a certain place. “You’ll like this.”
-
“NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!” Kiseop screamed. “I’m not going up that plane! And don’t I need a passport or something?!”
“It’s mine.” Kibum proudly smiled. “Here’s baby…baby…uh, I have not actually gave it a name. You can give it one.”
“Uh, call it anything you want.” Kiseop gave Kibum a weird face. “Though if you want it to sound like you own it, you can let it start with a “K”.”
“K?” Kibum thought about it for a while. “Fine then, baby Kevin. Here’s a three month old baby Kevin! It’s safe, I assure you, I have a plane license.”
“What are you doing?! Don’t you know I’m afraid of heights?”
“Don’t you know I’m the one controlling it?” Kibum confidently asked. “If we die, we die together. If we don’t, you’ll have to bow down to my awesomeness.”
“Why did you buy a plane anyway?” Kiseop questioned instead.
“I’m a pilot.” The older man gave Kiseop a deadpanned look. “I have an actual job that rakes in good money, unlike you, model Lee Kiseop.”
“I’m famous!” Kiseop pouted.
Kibum sighed, carrying Kiseop’s thin figure and placing him in the seat despite Kiseop’s struggles. He put on Kiseop’s seatbelt for him and glared intensely. “You leave this seat before we actually fly, I’ll crash this plane with me in it.”
Kiseop kept silent and still.
Kibum grinned as he moved to his seat, adjusting all the gears professionally. He turned to Kiseop with a kinder smile. “Would you like to fly with me?”
“And Kevin.” Kiseop corrected. “Well, if I don’t, you would die, so I shall be a nice friend and say yes.”
“Just so you know, I maintain Kevin really, really well. Three months old private planes aren’t supposed to look so pretty. I even stock up on drinks, see, there’s a fridge behind you.”
“Seriously?” Kiseop widened his eyes, not noticing that the plane was moving. He turned around and reached for the fridge, easily finding bottled drinks and taking two out. “Want one?”
“Nah, I’m fine.” Kibum grinned, letting the plane run a little more before they took off. “Do you know why I became a pilot?”
“Nope.” Kiseop shook his head while gulping down the ice cold carbonated drink. “Ah! Why did you?”
“Because an idiot told me that his mother told him, if he could travel up to the sky, he could see what his dad sees in heaven.” Kibum smiled. “I thought he was dumb, but when my dad died, my mother told me the same thing, and I got curious.”
Kiseop blinked. “So you became a pilot FOR ME?”
“No, you idiot.” Kibum rolled his eyes. “I got curious what it was like, from the front view, really looking down at the vast world, not through a little window in the passenger’s seat. So I worked for this, flying in the sky, and it brought me a lot of comfort flying here and there, seeing different kind of city and village lives, the world under you, and responsibility.”
“Responsibility?” Kiseop asked, facing Kibum and really not realising they were high up in the air already.
“Lives in my hand, this wasn’t a joke.” Kibum nodded. “It might be okay to me that I die, but not to my family. And the many lives I carry with me. I made a serious turn in life, and that made me study harder for this life, I literally cut off contact with the world.”
“Not because you hate me?” Kiseop joked.
“You know, I’m beginning to doubt your fear for heights.” Kibum smirked. “Look, it’s your house over there.”
Kiseop screamed.
-
“It was the best birthday present I ever had.” Kiseop hugged Kibum tightly as soon as they reached the floor, though that was actually an excuse to hide his wobbling legs.
Kibum coughed to show he was suffocating, before ruffling Kiseop’s hair. “How’s the view up there?”
“Spectacular.” Kiseop beamed.
-
Years later, despite having different families and different jobs, Kibum and Kiseop managed to meet up often and talk about their younger years.
“Fond memories, huh?” Kiseop grinned, stirring his cup of coffee.
“You know, I think it’s time you actually did something for me.” Kibum laughed. “Seems like I’m the only one doing things for our friendship. Hey, tomorrow’s my birthday, you idiot.”
“Oh, you sure don’t know me well.” Kiseop wore a sneaky smile, throwing Kibum a paper plane. “Go to that address tomorrow, you’ll see what I mean.”
-
Kiseop got good old Kevin a wife.
A pink plane with pink interior, leather seats and basically what every expensive plane should contain. He looked in awe at the interior, finding a note stuck to the pilot’s seat.
“Some friend I am, huh? This is what ten years of my model life got me, your life-long worth of birthday present. Don’t tell my wife my life savings was spent on this.
“Would you like to fly with me?”
Hell yeah.”
Kibum laughed, nodding while appreciating the beautiful pink plane. “Some friend you are.”