Winter Cupcake
Onew/Key
Pg-13, Friendship/Romance
★ A snowstorm rages outside and Kibum only has a hoodie with him.
"Shit," Key shamelessly shouted. His voice echoed on the walls of the dance studio. "Are you serious?"
"Yeah. I’m sorry Kibum-sshi, I can’t really offer you a ride home." Ryeowook said. He was biting his bottom lip in a nervous manner. "I just thought I’d let you know, so you could...call someone,"
"Yes, thank you..." Key furiously rubbed his head with his hands, dishevelling his already messed up hair. He muttered something in frustration while twirling around the room as if it were a dance that could stop the snow from falling.
Ryeowook flashed an apologetic smile before walking backward toward the door. "Are you okay?"
"Yeah, I’ll find a way. Enjoy your evening, Ryeowook-hyung-nim."
The oldest boy chuckled at his own name. He was not used to hear any polite suffixes after his name since he was one of the youngest of a 13 members group. Ryeowook grinned at Key’s back. The younger boy was still bouncing around, doing incomprehensible movements to let his anger out.
When he noticed his hyung’s stare still on him, Key turned around with one graceful swirl of his feet and Ryeowook waved his hand quickly. With that, Super Junior’s eternal magnae disappeared from the doorframe. The sound of his footsteps in the hallway could still be heard before it mixed in distant shouts and greetings coming from sunbaes Key wasn’t unfamiliar with.
Shinee’s almighty Key sighed. "What am I gonna do? What am I gonna do..." He grumbled to himself, still pacing around the room.
Key had been practicing alone for a while, trying to master a dance he had been asked to perform on a random tv show. He had almost succeeded, all too excited to finally go home and rest, when Ryeowook bursted into the studio saying something about winter and bad weather.
The young boy wouldn’t have thought much of it if it wasn’t from the fact that he had only a hoodie and nobody was there to pick him up. Sure, his clothes were warm and everything, but if a storm really was hitting the city, then he was certain he’d catch a cold in less time than it takes to see Onew slip on black ice.
From what he knew, Taemin and Minho were at school (And wouldn’t represent much help anyway), Onew was in a meeting with their managers and upper people he had never heard of and Jonghyun was working out in another building. That meant he would have to wait until someone finished their activity to ask for a ride back home. It could possibly take over 2 hours.
For the first time in his life, Key cursed his ability at learning choreography quickly.
Key stopped in front of the mirror and looked at himself. He was silently amused by the little ponytail he had managed to tie up in his hair. It looked like a tiny black and red umbrella over his head. His lips curved up and he was suddenly running across the room to replay the song on which he had to dance. The intro started smooth and slow whilst Key made up his mind to find a solution to his problem after he’d manage to perform the whole number without any mistake.
He waved his body once, ponytail flying in the hot air of the studio. The routine was easy to remember and it took only a few minutes to eliminate all the usual mistakes he tended to make. Kibum continued to practice even when he knew he had managed to execute the dance perfectly.
He surrendered when boredom had become apparent in each of his gesture. He stopped abruptly everything he was doing and went to gather up his things lying around the floor. Kibum sighed heavily as he placed his big bag near the doorframe and put his hoodie on. It was warm and soft and comfortable now, but he knew the wind would be more than pleased to go through the cotton and attack his sensitive skin.
After making sure that his head was well-hidden in the hood, Kibum picked up his bag, turned off the lights and walked down the hallway. It was unusualy silent. Everyone was probably gone, knowing that the snowstorm would get stronger as the time passed by.
The young boy stepped in the elevator at the end of the hallway wondering if the buses were still in function in that kind of temperature. If they were not, then he'd have to call a cab and he wasn't too sure he had enough money to pay for the service. He shook his head, trying to not think about dramatic scenarios.
The elevator made a small 'ding' sound signaling that it had reached the first floor. Kibum quickly got out and came face to face with a large window. He frowned when he noticed how he couldn't even see on the other side of street because of the powdery. People walking on the sidewalk seemed to have some difficulties to walk; the wind was hitting them violently.
"I better get home fast," He angrily told himself before he stuffed his hands in the kangaroo pocket in front of his hoodie. He let his bag painfully hang on his right arm near his elbow. Kibum bit his lips in restrained frustration.
The boy was forcefully dragging his feet to the front door and grabbing the door handle when a voice reached his ears. The material of his clothes had lowered the sound, so he couldn't recognize the person right away.
"Kibum!"
The called boy turned around to meet SHINee's leader running to him, his flushed face coming out of a very large winter coat. A bobble hat was sunk to his ears, hiding most of his forehead. He was carrying a red and black coat with matching scarf and hat.
"Jinki-hyung? What are you doing here?"
"I just- oh!" He exclamed when he noticed the scarf was half on the floor and he had both of his feet on it. Jinki rolled it up and tried to make the stains disappear while he explained himself to Key. "Uhm, I saw the weather and Taemin and Minho are coming back home with Jonghyun, but you were alone and I saw you only had this on this morning," Jinki pointed clumsily at Kibum's clothes. "I asked the managers if we could end the meeting earlier so I could pick you up..."
"When did you get here?"
"Uh...Not long ago," Jinki said as he folded the long piece of clothing messily.
"Well long enough to have the scarf's pattern on your face," Kibum chuckled as he snatched the needed pieces of clothing from Jinki's arm. The older boy blinked in confusion before looking at himself in the window to see wool pattern printed on his cheek.
"Oh," Jinki rubbed his face, but it obviously reddened his skin even more.
"Sorry I took longer than I expected," Kibum said, sliding his arm in one sleeve of his coat.
"It's okay..." Jinki was still observing the red on his face when Kibum finished putting on his clothes. He looked away from the window to see Kibum smiling at him. "You ready?"
"Yes!"
Jinki nodded. They both breathed in before stepping outside, as if it was a life-threatening experience. The wind was strong and froze Kibum's skin even with his warmest coat on. A shiver was sent down his spine; he couldn't imagine how cold he would have been if he only had his hoodie on.
"We have to walk a little to get to the car. The parking lot was full," Jinki warned.
Kibum just groaned as a response. The older boy didn't dare to speak up again after that, afraid that it would make Kibum more frustrated. Jinki wasn't exactly in the mood for Kibum's nagging.
Noticing how Jinki was suddenly very silent and how he was hesitantly walking farther and farther away from him, Kibum coughed uneasily. They turned the corner of a street and felt how the temperature was even lower now. The wind blew directly on them which made both boys stop walking.
Kibum took advantage of their pause to slip his hand in Jinki's. The wool glove the older boy was wearing was soft and warm on his cold skin. Jinki looked down and noticed Kibum's bare hand.
"Are you crazy? Put your hand back in your pocket, it's-"
"Thank you," Kibum cut Jinki's shout with his shiny smile and his uneven voice. They stared at each other for a short while before Jinki pulled at Kibum's hand, leading him to the car a few meters away from them.
Each boy entered the car from a different side, Jinki settled behind the wheel while Kibum sighed on the seat next to him. The oldest of the two started the engine and they waited for the car to heat up a little.
Jinki cleared his throat, removing his gloves. He gazed a them, then handed the pair to Kibum who was blowing hot air on his hands. With his hands glued to his mouth, he looked at Jinki who was presenting the gloves without even looking at the younger boy.
"Thank's," Kibum took them, carefully and slowly brushing his fingers agaisnt Jinki's. The fact that he couldn't know if Jinki was blushing because of the cold or because of the contact of their skin was annoying him, but he let himself believe that their light touch was enough to make Jinki's cheeks redden in embarassement.
"You know hyung," Kibum started when he finished to put on the gloves. "I'm going to cook tonight. Just for you."
Jinki's eyes widenen slightly. He turned his head to look at his younger band mate. "But you don't like cooking...You were so happy when that noona started to cook for us,"
"But you liked my cooking better didn't you?" Kibum smirked when he saw Jinki avert his eyes. "Didn't you?"
"I..." Jinki shifted on his seat. "Your recipes are always a bit sweeter. I mean...I like sweet food,"
"I know you do," Kibum bit his lips to stop himself from grinning. After quickly scanning the frosted windows, he lifted his head and placed a gentle kiss on Jinki's frozen cheek.
The older boy looked down to his hands for some seconds, then he quickly fumbled with the keys to start to car. "I- I'm hungry now,"
Kibum chuckled at his reaction. "You want chicken?"
"That would be-" Jinki looked behind to see if he could drive away from the parking. "Nice,"
The boy next to him smiled again, but quickly turned his bright features into a frown. He was grateful that Jinki had come to pick him up, but now, he wasn't too sure if kissing him was a good idea considering that Jinki was already clumsy when he wasn't flustered and the roads weren't icy. The car skidded a little when Jinki stopped at a red light which made Kibum whimper.
"If you don't kill us, you'll have cupcakes for dessert. So be careful alright?"
Pg-13, Friendship/Romance
★ A snowstorm rages outside and Kibum only has a hoodie with him.
"Shit," Key shamelessly shouted. His voice echoed on the walls of the dance studio. "Are you serious?"
"Yeah. I’m sorry Kibum-sshi, I can’t really offer you a ride home." Ryeowook said. He was biting his bottom lip in a nervous manner. "I just thought I’d let you know, so you could...call someone,"
"Yes, thank you..." Key furiously rubbed his head with his hands, dishevelling his already messed up hair. He muttered something in frustration while twirling around the room as if it were a dance that could stop the snow from falling.
Ryeowook flashed an apologetic smile before walking backward toward the door. "Are you okay?"
"Yeah, I’ll find a way. Enjoy your evening, Ryeowook-hyung-nim."
The oldest boy chuckled at his own name. He was not used to hear any polite suffixes after his name since he was one of the youngest of a 13 members group. Ryeowook grinned at Key’s back. The younger boy was still bouncing around, doing incomprehensible movements to let his anger out.
When he noticed his hyung’s stare still on him, Key turned around with one graceful swirl of his feet and Ryeowook waved his hand quickly. With that, Super Junior’s eternal magnae disappeared from the doorframe. The sound of his footsteps in the hallway could still be heard before it mixed in distant shouts and greetings coming from sunbaes Key wasn’t unfamiliar with.
Shinee’s almighty Key sighed. "What am I gonna do? What am I gonna do..." He grumbled to himself, still pacing around the room.
Key had been practicing alone for a while, trying to master a dance he had been asked to perform on a random tv show. He had almost succeeded, all too excited to finally go home and rest, when Ryeowook bursted into the studio saying something about winter and bad weather.
The young boy wouldn’t have thought much of it if it wasn’t from the fact that he had only a hoodie and nobody was there to pick him up. Sure, his clothes were warm and everything, but if a storm really was hitting the city, then he was certain he’d catch a cold in less time than it takes to see Onew slip on black ice.
From what he knew, Taemin and Minho were at school (And wouldn’t represent much help anyway), Onew was in a meeting with their managers and upper people he had never heard of and Jonghyun was working out in another building. That meant he would have to wait until someone finished their activity to ask for a ride back home. It could possibly take over 2 hours.
For the first time in his life, Key cursed his ability at learning choreography quickly.
Key stopped in front of the mirror and looked at himself. He was silently amused by the little ponytail he had managed to tie up in his hair. It looked like a tiny black and red umbrella over his head. His lips curved up and he was suddenly running across the room to replay the song on which he had to dance. The intro started smooth and slow whilst Key made up his mind to find a solution to his problem after he’d manage to perform the whole number without any mistake.
He waved his body once, ponytail flying in the hot air of the studio. The routine was easy to remember and it took only a few minutes to eliminate all the usual mistakes he tended to make. Kibum continued to practice even when he knew he had managed to execute the dance perfectly.
He surrendered when boredom had become apparent in each of his gesture. He stopped abruptly everything he was doing and went to gather up his things lying around the floor. Kibum sighed heavily as he placed his big bag near the doorframe and put his hoodie on. It was warm and soft and comfortable now, but he knew the wind would be more than pleased to go through the cotton and attack his sensitive skin.
After making sure that his head was well-hidden in the hood, Kibum picked up his bag, turned off the lights and walked down the hallway. It was unusualy silent. Everyone was probably gone, knowing that the snowstorm would get stronger as the time passed by.
The young boy stepped in the elevator at the end of the hallway wondering if the buses were still in function in that kind of temperature. If they were not, then he'd have to call a cab and he wasn't too sure he had enough money to pay for the service. He shook his head, trying to not think about dramatic scenarios.
The elevator made a small 'ding' sound signaling that it had reached the first floor. Kibum quickly got out and came face to face with a large window. He frowned when he noticed how he couldn't even see on the other side of street because of the powdery. People walking on the sidewalk seemed to have some difficulties to walk; the wind was hitting them violently.
"I better get home fast," He angrily told himself before he stuffed his hands in the kangaroo pocket in front of his hoodie. He let his bag painfully hang on his right arm near his elbow. Kibum bit his lips in restrained frustration.
The boy was forcefully dragging his feet to the front door and grabbing the door handle when a voice reached his ears. The material of his clothes had lowered the sound, so he couldn't recognize the person right away.
"Kibum!"
The called boy turned around to meet SHINee's leader running to him, his flushed face coming out of a very large winter coat. A bobble hat was sunk to his ears, hiding most of his forehead. He was carrying a red and black coat with matching scarf and hat.
"Jinki-hyung? What are you doing here?"
"I just- oh!" He exclamed when he noticed the scarf was half on the floor and he had both of his feet on it. Jinki rolled it up and tried to make the stains disappear while he explained himself to Key. "Uhm, I saw the weather and Taemin and Minho are coming back home with Jonghyun, but you were alone and I saw you only had this on this morning," Jinki pointed clumsily at Kibum's clothes. "I asked the managers if we could end the meeting earlier so I could pick you up..."
"When did you get here?"
"Uh...Not long ago," Jinki said as he folded the long piece of clothing messily.
"Well long enough to have the scarf's pattern on your face," Kibum chuckled as he snatched the needed pieces of clothing from Jinki's arm. The older boy blinked in confusion before looking at himself in the window to see wool pattern printed on his cheek.
"Oh," Jinki rubbed his face, but it obviously reddened his skin even more.
"Sorry I took longer than I expected," Kibum said, sliding his arm in one sleeve of his coat.
"It's okay..." Jinki was still observing the red on his face when Kibum finished putting on his clothes. He looked away from the window to see Kibum smiling at him. "You ready?"
"Yes!"
Jinki nodded. They both breathed in before stepping outside, as if it was a life-threatening experience. The wind was strong and froze Kibum's skin even with his warmest coat on. A shiver was sent down his spine; he couldn't imagine how cold he would have been if he only had his hoodie on.
"We have to walk a little to get to the car. The parking lot was full," Jinki warned.
Kibum just groaned as a response. The older boy didn't dare to speak up again after that, afraid that it would make Kibum more frustrated. Jinki wasn't exactly in the mood for Kibum's nagging.
Noticing how Jinki was suddenly very silent and how he was hesitantly walking farther and farther away from him, Kibum coughed uneasily. They turned the corner of a street and felt how the temperature was even lower now. The wind blew directly on them which made both boys stop walking.
Kibum took advantage of their pause to slip his hand in Jinki's. The wool glove the older boy was wearing was soft and warm on his cold skin. Jinki looked down and noticed Kibum's bare hand.
"Are you crazy? Put your hand back in your pocket, it's-"
"Thank you," Kibum cut Jinki's shout with his shiny smile and his uneven voice. They stared at each other for a short while before Jinki pulled at Kibum's hand, leading him to the car a few meters away from them.
Each boy entered the car from a different side, Jinki settled behind the wheel while Kibum sighed on the seat next to him. The oldest of the two started the engine and they waited for the car to heat up a little.
Jinki cleared his throat, removing his gloves. He gazed a them, then handed the pair to Kibum who was blowing hot air on his hands. With his hands glued to his mouth, he looked at Jinki who was presenting the gloves without even looking at the younger boy.
"Thank's," Kibum took them, carefully and slowly brushing his fingers agaisnt Jinki's. The fact that he couldn't know if Jinki was blushing because of the cold or because of the contact of their skin was annoying him, but he let himself believe that their light touch was enough to make Jinki's cheeks redden in embarassement.
"You know hyung," Kibum started when he finished to put on the gloves. "I'm going to cook tonight. Just for you."
Jinki's eyes widenen slightly. He turned his head to look at his younger band mate. "But you don't like cooking...You were so happy when that noona started to cook for us,"
"But you liked my cooking better didn't you?" Kibum smirked when he saw Jinki avert his eyes. "Didn't you?"
"I..." Jinki shifted on his seat. "Your recipes are always a bit sweeter. I mean...I like sweet food,"
"I know you do," Kibum bit his lips to stop himself from grinning. After quickly scanning the frosted windows, he lifted his head and placed a gentle kiss on Jinki's frozen cheek.
The older boy looked down to his hands for some seconds, then he quickly fumbled with the keys to start to car. "I- I'm hungry now,"
Kibum chuckled at his reaction. "You want chicken?"
"That would be-" Jinki looked behind to see if he could drive away from the parking. "Nice,"
The boy next to him smiled again, but quickly turned his bright features into a frown. He was grateful that Jinki had come to pick him up, but now, he wasn't too sure if kissing him was a good idea considering that Jinki was already clumsy when he wasn't flustered and the roads weren't icy. The car skidded a little when Jinki stopped at a red light which made Kibum whimper.
"If you don't kill us, you'll have cupcakes for dessert. So be careful alright?"