Heavy
Title: Heavy
Pairing: Minho/Key
Rating: G - drabble
A/N: liquidvinyl on tumblr loves my minkeys, and I love anyone that loves my minkeys~
Dear Tiffany, you’re a life saver, I don’t think you know sometimes.
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He felt heavy. So, so heavy.
He had waited all day.
Minho hadn’t shown up.
And by the time Minho had shown up it was late afternoon and Key was tuckered out, slumping against the tree in the shade, sipping at his water bottle to reduce heat stroke.
Minho smiled and looked apologetic, but Key’s eyes were heavy, like the rest of him.
“Minho…” Key said softly, as the slightly younger boy approached him.
“Ah, Key, I’m sorry I’m late,” Minho said, rubbing the back of his head sheepishly, before he took a good look at Key. “God, Key, what happened?” The taller boy’s hands moved to Key’s shoulders and he forced the older boy to look up into his eyes.
Key’s eyes were heavy.
The bags were deep.
“Minho, I haven’t slept in over thirty hours,” Key said softly, and it didn’t sound like a complaint so much as a statement, a tired statement, all the fight sucked out of Key from waiting for the boy that had been late.
Minho blinked stupidly for a few seconds, before he pointed at the dorms, “Damn it Key, you should go to bed!”
Key didn’t flinch.
Minho cupped Key’s cheeks in his hands, leveling him with a slightly scared, worried gaze.
“Key…”
“I’m fine,” Key mumbled, trying to fend off Minho’s hands.
Minho only held on tighter.
“You’re over working yourself,” Minho said softly, stroking his thumb over Key’s cheek.
“Once I get a decent night’s sleep I’ll be fine, Minho yah,” Key stressed, and his voice would have probably had more bite in it five hours ago.
Minho hesitated, and then pulled Key into a warm embrace, the older rapper melting into it as his eyes fluttered shut and he held onto Minho as tightly as he could, fingers weak in the back of Minho’s shirt.
“Minho, I’m tired…” Key said softly, his eyes drooping a bit as he relaxed in Minho’s hold.
“I know.” Minho pet Key’s mohawk gently, feeling the buzz cut on the sides of his head beneath his finger tips. He pulled back and looked at Key’s sullen face one more time before he leaned in and pressed a gentle kiss to the smaller boy’s lips, not caring that fan could walk by, not caring that a camera could snap or a reporter could film.
Key was heavy in his arms.
But Key smiled a bit into the kiss and pressed back, lackluster but still filled with emotion.
“I love you,” Minho said, pulling back and sliding his fingers along Key’s smooth head, the cut so different and so new and he loved it, it was so Key.
“I love you too,” Key murmured softly, and even though his smile was dim his eyes held a bit of a glimmer in them.
“Are you going to be ok?” Minho asked, trailing a finger along the shell of Key’s ear.
“I’ll be fine,” Key repeated, like he had countless times since Minho had arrived to their meeting spot, late.
“I’ll be fine… as long as you keep holding me.”
Key felt ten pounds lighter.
Pairing: Minho/Key
Rating: G - drabble
A/N: liquidvinyl on tumblr loves my minkeys, and I love anyone that loves my minkeys~
Dear Tiffany, you’re a life saver, I don’t think you know sometimes.
--
He felt heavy. So, so heavy.
He had waited all day.
Minho hadn’t shown up.
And by the time Minho had shown up it was late afternoon and Key was tuckered out, slumping against the tree in the shade, sipping at his water bottle to reduce heat stroke.
Minho smiled and looked apologetic, but Key’s eyes were heavy, like the rest of him.
“Minho…” Key said softly, as the slightly younger boy approached him.
“Ah, Key, I’m sorry I’m late,” Minho said, rubbing the back of his head sheepishly, before he took a good look at Key. “God, Key, what happened?” The taller boy’s hands moved to Key’s shoulders and he forced the older boy to look up into his eyes.
Key’s eyes were heavy.
The bags were deep.
“Minho, I haven’t slept in over thirty hours,” Key said softly, and it didn’t sound like a complaint so much as a statement, a tired statement, all the fight sucked out of Key from waiting for the boy that had been late.
Minho blinked stupidly for a few seconds, before he pointed at the dorms, “Damn it Key, you should go to bed!”
Key didn’t flinch.
Minho cupped Key’s cheeks in his hands, leveling him with a slightly scared, worried gaze.
“Key…”
“I’m fine,” Key mumbled, trying to fend off Minho’s hands.
Minho only held on tighter.
“You’re over working yourself,” Minho said softly, stroking his thumb over Key’s cheek.
“Once I get a decent night’s sleep I’ll be fine, Minho yah,” Key stressed, and his voice would have probably had more bite in it five hours ago.
Minho hesitated, and then pulled Key into a warm embrace, the older rapper melting into it as his eyes fluttered shut and he held onto Minho as tightly as he could, fingers weak in the back of Minho’s shirt.
“Minho, I’m tired…” Key said softly, his eyes drooping a bit as he relaxed in Minho’s hold.
“I know.” Minho pet Key’s mohawk gently, feeling the buzz cut on the sides of his head beneath his finger tips. He pulled back and looked at Key’s sullen face one more time before he leaned in and pressed a gentle kiss to the smaller boy’s lips, not caring that fan could walk by, not caring that a camera could snap or a reporter could film.
Key was heavy in his arms.
But Key smiled a bit into the kiss and pressed back, lackluster but still filled with emotion.
“I love you,” Minho said, pulling back and sliding his fingers along Key’s smooth head, the cut so different and so new and he loved it, it was so Key.
“I love you too,” Key murmured softly, and even though his smile was dim his eyes held a bit of a glimmer in them.
“Are you going to be ok?” Minho asked, trailing a finger along the shell of Key’s ear.
“I’ll be fine,” Key repeated, like he had countless times since Minho had arrived to their meeting spot, late.
“I’ll be fine… as long as you keep holding me.”
Key felt ten pounds lighter.