Love Language; Onew/Key; PG
Love Language
Onew/Key; fluff; PG; 1210words
In which Key gets Onew really confused ... but not for long.
for ckat09; an extremely late birthday fic ;___; ♥
9.00AM
Onew sits comfortably in bed on a Sunday morning. No schedules today, no rushing to get out the door because they woke up late, no screaming fangirls trying to break the barriers, no come here, I need to fix your hair. Just him, his book and a plate of baked chicken something on the side table. He can’t remember what the food beside him exactly was, but hey, it was chicken and it was a Sunday and he couldn’t be in a better mood and that’s what counted.
He lifts the fork off the side of the plate and pokes around at the dish.
Hyung, it’s not nice to play with your food.
Onew drops the fork in surprise and turns to look at the head peeking out from behind the door. Before he can protest that he never, ever plays with chicken, Key smiles impishly and adds on But that’s alright, hyung. Te amo.
And then he giggles and closes the door behind him. Onew stares blankly at the spot where Key was standing at just a second ago and raises an eyebrow. As much as he really wanted to go after Key to protest and ask what in the world te amo is, his legs won’t comply and his head tells him that if he gets out of bed, chances are highly likely that one of them out there are going to keep him too occupied to get back into his bed.
So no, he wasn’t going out, he would just pretend he knew what Key was saying and enjoy the rest of his day off.
*****
1.00PM
How four hours just flew past, Onew did not know. But his stomach sure did. Usually he’d be able to ignore the incessant growling from his stomach, but today, seeing how he actually had time to make his way to the kitchen to fix his own lunch, ignorance wasn’t working. He makes his bed, places his book back nicely on the shelf, picks up the empty plate from the table and walks out the room, still in slacks and a tee.
Finally, I thought you were never going to get out of that room.
Key chides when Onew enters the kitchen. Something is already cooking over the stove and oh boy, doesn’t it smell good. Onew smiles and shrugs, leaning over the pot to see what it is.
Beef stew. The rice is ready; just wait awhile longer and we can have lunch. Key grabs the ladle and swirls the thick soup around a bit before facing Onew squarely. Hyung, Je t’aime.
Onew has a small mental battle, to pretend he understands or to shake Key and tell him to stop speaking gibberish? Option one it is.
Key gives his hyung a teasing smile and tilts his head a little before looking back at the pot, continuing to swirl the stew carefully.
Yeah, okay. Je t’aime, right, that … I’ll go set the table. Onew nods in fake understanding and wags a finger at Key. He moves out of the kitchen and steals a glance at Key, only to find him giggling away, eyes still on the stew. Onew sighs and rubs the side of his face wearily, what is up with this boy today?
*****
5.00PM
Onew flips through the channels on television at a dangerously fast pace, finally settling for some rerun of an old drama episode. He pulls a cushion into his embrace and makes himself comfortable because he knows he’s going to end up sleeping anyway. The remote goes untouched on the coffee table, allowing the drama to drag on on screen.
Soon enough, the images on the TV get blur and fade in and out of his vision, he lets out a yawn and stretches his legs and then curls back into a ball. His eyelids begin to droop …
Hyung! Who watches these dramas nowadays? No one, that’s who. We should be watching the cooking channel; they have this really good programme on today.
Onew shoots upright on the couch, his head turning left and right, trying to make sense of what just woke him up. He rubs his eyes and looks at Key sitting beside him, completely oblivious to the fact that he had just woken him up, pretty violently in fact, from his slumber.
Oh yeah and by the way, 我爱你.
A smile escapes from Key’s lips, but his eyes continue to stay glued to the TV. Onew registers the words and finds them vaguely familiar.
Chinese? He thinks. Onew tries his luck at a response even though he very well knows Key probably knows he has no clue what he’s going on about.
Nonetheless. Uh huh, Key, me too. And then he hopes he just said the right thing. Key giggles again, the third time that day and Onew can only give a quiet groan and bury his head under the cushion because obviously he’s said the wrong thing. (Or so he thinks.)
*****
8.00PM
Key says he’ll be out for awhile so Onew decides to go back to the SM Building since the dorm isn’t that nice to be in when he’s alone. He wraps himself in three layers of thick clothing because it’s freezing outside and the walk to the company building will take some time. He fills a tumbler with hot cocoa and slings a woolen scarf around his neck, getting ready to go out. He stuffs his phone and wallet in his back pocket, locking the door behind him.
Halfway down the road to the building, his phone starts to ring. Key? He stares at the caller ID.
Hello?
Are you still in the dorm?
No, I’m going to the dance studio for awhile, why?
Nahh, just wondering if you were still home. Wrap up tight okay, its cold out, you don’t want to catch a flu or anything, we still have schedules on tomorrow... and well, Te quiero.
What? Key, what’s th -
*click
Onew stares at his phone again and swears he can almost hear Key giggling from wherever he is.
*****
10.00PM
Onew walks the corridors of the building for the third time, hoping to find Leeteuk or Heechul or Yunho or any of the hyungs, actually. As long as there’s someone to talk to. But all the people who’re streaming through the corridors are the stylists and coordinators and managers and choreographers, no one for Onew to chat with. He gets ready to leave but just as he’s about to go, Victoria appears from the recording studio.
Onew doesn’t actually want to sit down with her for a chat because they’ll have nothing to talk about and won’t it be the most awkward conversation ever. He just needs to ask her something important.
Victoria noona!
Oh?
Victoria noona. What exactly is我爱你?
She looks surprised and Onew wonders if it was a vulgarity to begin with. Key was so dead. But Victoria ends up smiling and Onew raises an eyebrow questioningly.
Well?
Well. Its ‘I love you’ in Chinese.
Key was so not dead.
*****
11.12PM
To Key (23.12)
Hey guess what?
To Key (23.14)
Te amo.
To Key (23.15)
Je T’aime.
To Key (23.18)
我爱你.
To Key (23.21)
Te quiero.
To Key (23.23)
I love you too ♥
So I've been gone for too long. And here's what I could come up with.
ckat09 I'm so sorry for being so late with your birthday fic!
But here it is, I hope you liked it ♥
Comments are loved.
Onew/Key; fluff; PG; 1210words
In which Key gets Onew really confused ... but not for long.
for ckat09; an extremely late birthday fic ;___; ♥
9.00AM
Onew sits comfortably in bed on a Sunday morning. No schedules today, no rushing to get out the door because they woke up late, no screaming fangirls trying to break the barriers, no come here, I need to fix your hair. Just him, his book and a plate of baked chicken something on the side table. He can’t remember what the food beside him exactly was, but hey, it was chicken and it was a Sunday and he couldn’t be in a better mood and that’s what counted.
He lifts the fork off the side of the plate and pokes around at the dish.
Hyung, it’s not nice to play with your food.
Onew drops the fork in surprise and turns to look at the head peeking out from behind the door. Before he can protest that he never, ever plays with chicken, Key smiles impishly and adds on But that’s alright, hyung. Te amo.
And then he giggles and closes the door behind him. Onew stares blankly at the spot where Key was standing at just a second ago and raises an eyebrow. As much as he really wanted to go after Key to protest and ask what in the world te amo is, his legs won’t comply and his head tells him that if he gets out of bed, chances are highly likely that one of them out there are going to keep him too occupied to get back into his bed.
So no, he wasn’t going out, he would just pretend he knew what Key was saying and enjoy the rest of his day off.
*****
1.00PM
How four hours just flew past, Onew did not know. But his stomach sure did. Usually he’d be able to ignore the incessant growling from his stomach, but today, seeing how he actually had time to make his way to the kitchen to fix his own lunch, ignorance wasn’t working. He makes his bed, places his book back nicely on the shelf, picks up the empty plate from the table and walks out the room, still in slacks and a tee.
Finally, I thought you were never going to get out of that room.
Key chides when Onew enters the kitchen. Something is already cooking over the stove and oh boy, doesn’t it smell good. Onew smiles and shrugs, leaning over the pot to see what it is.
Beef stew. The rice is ready; just wait awhile longer and we can have lunch. Key grabs the ladle and swirls the thick soup around a bit before facing Onew squarely. Hyung, Je t’aime.
Onew has a small mental battle, to pretend he understands or to shake Key and tell him to stop speaking gibberish? Option one it is.
Key gives his hyung a teasing smile and tilts his head a little before looking back at the pot, continuing to swirl the stew carefully.
Yeah, okay. Je t’aime, right, that … I’ll go set the table. Onew nods in fake understanding and wags a finger at Key. He moves out of the kitchen and steals a glance at Key, only to find him giggling away, eyes still on the stew. Onew sighs and rubs the side of his face wearily, what is up with this boy today?
*****
5.00PM
Onew flips through the channels on television at a dangerously fast pace, finally settling for some rerun of an old drama episode. He pulls a cushion into his embrace and makes himself comfortable because he knows he’s going to end up sleeping anyway. The remote goes untouched on the coffee table, allowing the drama to drag on on screen.
Soon enough, the images on the TV get blur and fade in and out of his vision, he lets out a yawn and stretches his legs and then curls back into a ball. His eyelids begin to droop …
Hyung! Who watches these dramas nowadays? No one, that’s who. We should be watching the cooking channel; they have this really good programme on today.
Onew shoots upright on the couch, his head turning left and right, trying to make sense of what just woke him up. He rubs his eyes and looks at Key sitting beside him, completely oblivious to the fact that he had just woken him up, pretty violently in fact, from his slumber.
Oh yeah and by the way, 我爱你.
A smile escapes from Key’s lips, but his eyes continue to stay glued to the TV. Onew registers the words and finds them vaguely familiar.
Chinese? He thinks. Onew tries his luck at a response even though he very well knows Key probably knows he has no clue what he’s going on about.
Nonetheless. Uh huh, Key, me too. And then he hopes he just said the right thing. Key giggles again, the third time that day and Onew can only give a quiet groan and bury his head under the cushion because obviously he’s said the wrong thing. (Or so he thinks.)
*****
8.00PM
Key says he’ll be out for awhile so Onew decides to go back to the SM Building since the dorm isn’t that nice to be in when he’s alone. He wraps himself in three layers of thick clothing because it’s freezing outside and the walk to the company building will take some time. He fills a tumbler with hot cocoa and slings a woolen scarf around his neck, getting ready to go out. He stuffs his phone and wallet in his back pocket, locking the door behind him.
Halfway down the road to the building, his phone starts to ring. Key? He stares at the caller ID.
Hello?
Are you still in the dorm?
No, I’m going to the dance studio for awhile, why?
Nahh, just wondering if you were still home. Wrap up tight okay, its cold out, you don’t want to catch a flu or anything, we still have schedules on tomorrow... and well, Te quiero.
What? Key, what’s th -
*click
Onew stares at his phone again and swears he can almost hear Key giggling from wherever he is.
*****
10.00PM
Onew walks the corridors of the building for the third time, hoping to find Leeteuk or Heechul or Yunho or any of the hyungs, actually. As long as there’s someone to talk to. But all the people who’re streaming through the corridors are the stylists and coordinators and managers and choreographers, no one for Onew to chat with. He gets ready to leave but just as he’s about to go, Victoria appears from the recording studio.
Onew doesn’t actually want to sit down with her for a chat because they’ll have nothing to talk about and won’t it be the most awkward conversation ever. He just needs to ask her something important.
Victoria noona!
Oh?
Victoria noona. What exactly is我爱你?
She looks surprised and Onew wonders if it was a vulgarity to begin with. Key was so dead. But Victoria ends up smiling and Onew raises an eyebrow questioningly.
Well?
Well. Its ‘I love you’ in Chinese.
Key was so not dead.
*****
11.12PM
To Key (23.12)
Hey guess what?
To Key (23.14)
Te amo.
To Key (23.15)
Je T’aime.
To Key (23.18)
我爱你.
To Key (23.21)
Te quiero.
To Key (23.23)
I love you too ♥
So I've been gone for too long. And here's what I could come up with.
ckat09 I'm so sorry for being so late with your birthday fic!
But here it is, I hope you liked it ♥
Comments are loved.