Okay; Amber Minho [f(x)/SHINee]
Okay
G, 421 words, Archive
Amber | Minho ⇒ you're not very good at that
A/N: 1-hour challenge with todefinebeauty using the SMTown prompt generator! To get our creative juices flowing, among other things.
"Minho," a voice whispers. "Minho."
"What," Minho finally croaks, pulled back from half-consciousness.
The moon is a white disc above them, full in the sky, and he stays still with his hands folded on his stomach. The discomfort of the backpack under his head returns as he realizes again where they are.
"Are you awake?" Amber asks, voice quiet like if she spoke any louder, a bear would come out and claw them to bits.
Minho doesn't answer.
"... Sorry, I meant--... I'm sorry," she says.
He lets a pause sink in before he replies, "It's okay."
He says it's okay, because it really is, truthfully. Honestly, anyone could take a wrong trail and lose their way. Anyone could lose their map down a river after being startled by a snake. Anyone could get so lost that they'd need to sleep in a wide berth of forest dirt with no camping gear or extra blankets. Just a picnic mat and a pack with some dinner they'd forgotten to eat.
Amber inches closer next to him until they're shoulder to shoulder. "Blanket?" she offers, awkward and hopeful, like Minho should be mad and this would make him more cheerful. But he isn't mad. And she's not offering a blanket.
"It's okay," he says again. She should keep both their jackets as blankets because Minho had a bit of foresight and packed thermals. "Really," he adds, like it would emphasize how okay it is.
"... Are you mad at me still?" she asks, turning to look at him at last.
"I was never mad at you."
"You say it, but how do I know?" Minho hears her frown, and she turns her face back to the moon.
Minho doesn't say anything.
"I can't read your mind," she says, mild and soft, and it's Minho's turn to look at her. "Your poker face is always on."
"I smile sometimes."
"I like it when you smile, but you're not very good at that."
"I'm not very good at smiling?"
Minho watches Amber's hair fall as she shifts to stare at him.
"You are," she says. "Just... I don't know. I can't believe we're talking about this in the middle of nowhere... Aren't you cold?"
"... No," he says, and twists to throw his arm around her shoulders, burrowing a bit against her head.
Amber doesn't even budge, and punches him in the shoulder with the arm that he hadn't trapped between them. He doesn't move away, and she doesn't either.
Honestly, it's okay.
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Haven't written Minho in a long while, and Amber... never! I never thought I would, but here we are. lol and what a coincidence that I mention this ship in my incomplete fan account!
G, 421 words, Archive
Amber | Minho ⇒ you're not very good at that
A/N: 1-hour challenge with todefinebeauty using the SMTown prompt generator! To get our creative juices flowing, among other things.
"Minho," a voice whispers. "Minho."
"What," Minho finally croaks, pulled back from half-consciousness.
The moon is a white disc above them, full in the sky, and he stays still with his hands folded on his stomach. The discomfort of the backpack under his head returns as he realizes again where they are.
"Are you awake?" Amber asks, voice quiet like if she spoke any louder, a bear would come out and claw them to bits.
Minho doesn't answer.
"... Sorry, I meant--... I'm sorry," she says.
He lets a pause sink in before he replies, "It's okay."
He says it's okay, because it really is, truthfully. Honestly, anyone could take a wrong trail and lose their way. Anyone could lose their map down a river after being startled by a snake. Anyone could get so lost that they'd need to sleep in a wide berth of forest dirt with no camping gear or extra blankets. Just a picnic mat and a pack with some dinner they'd forgotten to eat.
Amber inches closer next to him until they're shoulder to shoulder. "Blanket?" she offers, awkward and hopeful, like Minho should be mad and this would make him more cheerful. But he isn't mad. And she's not offering a blanket.
"It's okay," he says again. She should keep both their jackets as blankets because Minho had a bit of foresight and packed thermals. "Really," he adds, like it would emphasize how okay it is.
"... Are you mad at me still?" she asks, turning to look at him at last.
"I was never mad at you."
"You say it, but how do I know?" Minho hears her frown, and she turns her face back to the moon.
Minho doesn't say anything.
"I can't read your mind," she says, mild and soft, and it's Minho's turn to look at her. "Your poker face is always on."
"I smile sometimes."
"I like it when you smile, but you're not very good at that."
"I'm not very good at smiling?"
Minho watches Amber's hair fall as she shifts to stare at him.
"You are," she says. "Just... I don't know. I can't believe we're talking about this in the middle of nowhere... Aren't you cold?"
"... No," he says, and twists to throw his arm around her shoulders, burrowing a bit against her head.
Amber doesn't even budge, and punches him in the shoulder with the arm that he hadn't trapped between them. He doesn't move away, and she doesn't either.
Honestly, it's okay.
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Haven't written Minho in a long while, and Amber... never! I never thought I would, but here we are. lol and what a coincidence that I mention this ship in my incomplete fan account!