Boy Meets Boy
Title: Boy Meets Boy
Pairing:KyuMin
Rating: G
Summary: Be careful when you hook up on the streets.
Warning: Light age changing, and it's based off of the short film Boy Meets Boy. You can watch it here. Part 1 and Part 2
A/N: I randomly felt the need to watch Boy Meets Boy again not too long ago and I decided, that with all the drama, and angst going around, this would be a nice distraction?
Beta-ed by: sungminnie012
Written for my beloved daughter dbsjdelight <33
Happy belated birthday and Christmas Charlene~! :D
I sat on the bus on an ordinary, quiet Saturday afternoon. I rode the bus home after visiting my grandmother before I left for prep-school. Today was a good day; the sun was out, the weather wasn't too cold or too hot, even the birds were chirping a happy tune.
I decided to finish up some work in a guidebook I had forgotten to do as I sat, bored, on the bus. Even a little school work couldn't bring me off my high. I smiled and I used my orange highlighter to select the correct answer. I flipped through the pages, admiring my work and went to put it back into my bag. I mentally cursed myself as I dropped a roll of film and watched it roll onto the other side of the bus as the bus came to a stop. My eyes followed it as it rolled down and stopped when it hit someone's foot.
Suddenly, the bus started moving again and the film slowly rolled its way back towards me. I bent over in my seat slightly, backpack sitting on my lap as I tried to reach it, but when the bus drove down a small hill it caused the film to roll back to the person's foot. Only, this time, they caught the roll with their foot. I took the opportunity to glance up at my savior.
He was an average looking boy, only a year older than me or so. He wore dirty, off-white sneakers, faded baggy jeans, a beige jacket and a baseball cap. He happened to be very skinny for a normal boy, almost unhealthy looking if you really took a good look. I glanced at his face and like the rest of him, it was average looking; plump, chapped lips, pale skin, dry, damaged and dyed brown hair with dark bags under his eyes. He tilted his head up, sparing a glance at me and for a moment, our eyes connected.
I felt my breath catch in my throat as those eyes stared back at me. I could feel my knees start to wobble and heat rush to my cheeks. I quickly turned my head to the left, glancing outside of the bus hoping he didn't notice. I felt my mouth grow dry and I swallowed, trying to ease my discomfort as I sensed the eyes still on me. He may have been average, but to me, he was the most gorgeous man in the whole world. It just so happened that the most gorgeous man in the whole world still had my roll of film in his possession which I desperately needed back.
Once I had collected my thoughts and got my breathing back to normal, I stood up to get my film, only to see the other boy reach down, grabbing the roll out from under his foot. I sat back down, embarrassed and my cheeks were enflamed. Every so often, my eyes wandered over to him, noticing that he was clutching the film a bit harder than necessary.
I swallowed my nervousness and stood up again, walking to the other boy. As I silently strode my way over, his eyes connected with mine the entire time. It was like I was in a trance; those frog-like eyes kept drawing me in. He held out the hand that he held the roll. I slowly raised my own hand up to his and grabbed my desired object.
Our hands brushed and I felt like I was about to burst into flames. My icy hands contrasted strongly against his warms ones. I slowly drew my hand back, careful not to hiss at the loss of warmth. Once our hands separated, I felt empty. I looked down towards the floor as I awkwardly walked back to my seat. Deciding it was unnecessary to sit back down, I grabbed my stuff and held onto a bus handle bar, waiting until it came to a stop.
The walk home following the bus ride was usually an uneventful one, but today was an exception. Ever since I had walked off, I had sensed a presence keeping an eye on me. With each step I took, I felt the presence follow along awkwardly. I imagined the boy from the bus and immediately a smile was brought to my face.
I picked up my pace, occasionally slowing down or stopping, just to tease him. I continued this process for a few minutes, a smile creeping onto my face every time I stopped for a short moment. I mustered enough courage to turn around and face my follower only to my surprise. No one was there. I sighed and pouted before turning back around. I kept my gaze on my feet as I trudged along the road. I looked behind me once more, still walking, when I felt my warmth wrap around my face. I blinked before it dawned on me that I had bumped into someone.
I backed up immediately, bowing slightly and mumbling apologies before I looked up and saw the person I had so carelessly walked into. I felt myself tense as I noticed those dark, alluring frog eyes. I stared up at him, amazed that he had actually followed me here. I stared up at him and he never took his gaze off mine. I wanted to look away, his eyes felt like they were digging into my soul, and yet, I couldn't.
He broke eye contact and took off his baseball cap. His wavy brown locks were slightly limp and flattened against his face. He looked down at the road and smiled a small smile as he reached inside his pocket. He walked over to me and with every step he took I could feel my heart about to burst. Once he had stopped a few feet away, he pulled out something from his pocket.
A single film camera. I looked down at it and bit my lip before gazing up at him. That was my camera. The camera I had lost just yesterday to bullies.
I remember it all. Walking home from school, changing the film in my camera after talking a picture of a nearby kitten. Like today on the bus, I had dropped a roll of film and it landed against someone's foot. There were five boys surrounding me. They slammed me into the rough, brick wall, took my camera. One of them pressed me against the wall, his fists next to my head and above my shoulder. They dug through my bag despite my protests. They dumped everything out. Books, writing utensils, homework, money and even peppermint candies were scattered all across the concrete road. As a few of them dove into their loot, I took in a deep breath and ran as fast as I could away from them.
I ran around random houses and turned on random streets hoping to get away from then but they were right behind me. Once I crossed an intersection, I noticed the lack of footsteps behind me. I turned around, and saw them standing there, angry looks on their faces as they refused to cross the street. I saw one of them holding my camera, with a guilty expression as he stared at me. Those eyes continuously bore into my eyes as if searching for something. He stood like that until the biggest bully came up to him and squeezed his shoulder while glaring at me.
“Come on Kyuhyun. Let's get out of here.” He tore his eyes from mine and looked over at his friends before nodding slightly. He spared a glance at my once last time, before turning around and walking off.
I observed the boy in front of me. He held out the camera, a small, sad smile on his face. I cautiously took it from him, examining it to make sure it wasn't damaged. It wasn't. It was in perfect condition. I looked up at him, mouth slightly open, wanting to say something but no words would come out.
He sighed, slightly bowed his head, and started to walk off. I stood there, slightly in shocked and unsure of what to do. He bullied me and stole my camera, but today I could swear we connected. In those brief moments of knowing him, I felt attached and I couldn't stand to be without him.
I wouldn't let him walk off. I couldn't.
I turned on my heel, and ran. He turned around, looking at me with a quizzical expression as he saw me coming towards him. I opened my arms and slammed into him.
The sweet scent of lavender and vanilla filled my senses. I smiled and wrapped my arms around him tightly. I felt him tense up, obviously in shock but it only made me bury my face into his chest, taking in his scent and warmth. After a long while of him not responding, I slowly started to release the frozen boy, but I was stopped when I felt him quickly wrap his arms around me. I snuggled back into his touch, and felt him lower his head so that it was resting on top of mine.
“I don't even know your name,” he said, barely audible.
I smiled and felt myself chuckle. “Lee Sungmin.”
He sighed happily, “I'm sorry, Lee Sungmin.”
I unhooked my arms from his back and wrapped them around his neck. I glanced up at him and pecked him shyly on the lips. “It's alright, Kyuhyun-ah.”
Pairing:KyuMin
Rating: G
Summary: Be careful when you hook up on the streets.
Warning: Light age changing, and it's based off of the short film Boy Meets Boy. You can watch it here. Part 1 and Part 2
A/N: I randomly felt the need to watch Boy Meets Boy again not too long ago and I decided, that with all the drama, and angst going around, this would be a nice distraction?
Beta-ed by: sungminnie012
Written for my beloved daughter dbsjdelight <33
Happy belated birthday and Christmas Charlene~! :D
I sat on the bus on an ordinary, quiet Saturday afternoon. I rode the bus home after visiting my grandmother before I left for prep-school. Today was a good day; the sun was out, the weather wasn't too cold or too hot, even the birds were chirping a happy tune.
I decided to finish up some work in a guidebook I had forgotten to do as I sat, bored, on the bus. Even a little school work couldn't bring me off my high. I smiled and I used my orange highlighter to select the correct answer. I flipped through the pages, admiring my work and went to put it back into my bag. I mentally cursed myself as I dropped a roll of film and watched it roll onto the other side of the bus as the bus came to a stop. My eyes followed it as it rolled down and stopped when it hit someone's foot.
Suddenly, the bus started moving again and the film slowly rolled its way back towards me. I bent over in my seat slightly, backpack sitting on my lap as I tried to reach it, but when the bus drove down a small hill it caused the film to roll back to the person's foot. Only, this time, they caught the roll with their foot. I took the opportunity to glance up at my savior.
He was an average looking boy, only a year older than me or so. He wore dirty, off-white sneakers, faded baggy jeans, a beige jacket and a baseball cap. He happened to be very skinny for a normal boy, almost unhealthy looking if you really took a good look. I glanced at his face and like the rest of him, it was average looking; plump, chapped lips, pale skin, dry, damaged and dyed brown hair with dark bags under his eyes. He tilted his head up, sparing a glance at me and for a moment, our eyes connected.
I felt my breath catch in my throat as those eyes stared back at me. I could feel my knees start to wobble and heat rush to my cheeks. I quickly turned my head to the left, glancing outside of the bus hoping he didn't notice. I felt my mouth grow dry and I swallowed, trying to ease my discomfort as I sensed the eyes still on me. He may have been average, but to me, he was the most gorgeous man in the whole world. It just so happened that the most gorgeous man in the whole world still had my roll of film in his possession which I desperately needed back.
Once I had collected my thoughts and got my breathing back to normal, I stood up to get my film, only to see the other boy reach down, grabbing the roll out from under his foot. I sat back down, embarrassed and my cheeks were enflamed. Every so often, my eyes wandered over to him, noticing that he was clutching the film a bit harder than necessary.
I swallowed my nervousness and stood up again, walking to the other boy. As I silently strode my way over, his eyes connected with mine the entire time. It was like I was in a trance; those frog-like eyes kept drawing me in. He held out the hand that he held the roll. I slowly raised my own hand up to his and grabbed my desired object.
Our hands brushed and I felt like I was about to burst into flames. My icy hands contrasted strongly against his warms ones. I slowly drew my hand back, careful not to hiss at the loss of warmth. Once our hands separated, I felt empty. I looked down towards the floor as I awkwardly walked back to my seat. Deciding it was unnecessary to sit back down, I grabbed my stuff and held onto a bus handle bar, waiting until it came to a stop.
The walk home following the bus ride was usually an uneventful one, but today was an exception. Ever since I had walked off, I had sensed a presence keeping an eye on me. With each step I took, I felt the presence follow along awkwardly. I imagined the boy from the bus and immediately a smile was brought to my face.
I picked up my pace, occasionally slowing down or stopping, just to tease him. I continued this process for a few minutes, a smile creeping onto my face every time I stopped for a short moment. I mustered enough courage to turn around and face my follower only to my surprise. No one was there. I sighed and pouted before turning back around. I kept my gaze on my feet as I trudged along the road. I looked behind me once more, still walking, when I felt my warmth wrap around my face. I blinked before it dawned on me that I had bumped into someone.
I backed up immediately, bowing slightly and mumbling apologies before I looked up and saw the person I had so carelessly walked into. I felt myself tense as I noticed those dark, alluring frog eyes. I stared up at him, amazed that he had actually followed me here. I stared up at him and he never took his gaze off mine. I wanted to look away, his eyes felt like they were digging into my soul, and yet, I couldn't.
He broke eye contact and took off his baseball cap. His wavy brown locks were slightly limp and flattened against his face. He looked down at the road and smiled a small smile as he reached inside his pocket. He walked over to me and with every step he took I could feel my heart about to burst. Once he had stopped a few feet away, he pulled out something from his pocket.
A single film camera. I looked down at it and bit my lip before gazing up at him. That was my camera. The camera I had lost just yesterday to bullies.
I remember it all. Walking home from school, changing the film in my camera after talking a picture of a nearby kitten. Like today on the bus, I had dropped a roll of film and it landed against someone's foot. There were five boys surrounding me. They slammed me into the rough, brick wall, took my camera. One of them pressed me against the wall, his fists next to my head and above my shoulder. They dug through my bag despite my protests. They dumped everything out. Books, writing utensils, homework, money and even peppermint candies were scattered all across the concrete road. As a few of them dove into their loot, I took in a deep breath and ran as fast as I could away from them.
I ran around random houses and turned on random streets hoping to get away from then but they were right behind me. Once I crossed an intersection, I noticed the lack of footsteps behind me. I turned around, and saw them standing there, angry looks on their faces as they refused to cross the street. I saw one of them holding my camera, with a guilty expression as he stared at me. Those eyes continuously bore into my eyes as if searching for something. He stood like that until the biggest bully came up to him and squeezed his shoulder while glaring at me.
“Come on Kyuhyun. Let's get out of here.” He tore his eyes from mine and looked over at his friends before nodding slightly. He spared a glance at my once last time, before turning around and walking off.
I observed the boy in front of me. He held out the camera, a small, sad smile on his face. I cautiously took it from him, examining it to make sure it wasn't damaged. It wasn't. It was in perfect condition. I looked up at him, mouth slightly open, wanting to say something but no words would come out.
He sighed, slightly bowed his head, and started to walk off. I stood there, slightly in shocked and unsure of what to do. He bullied me and stole my camera, but today I could swear we connected. In those brief moments of knowing him, I felt attached and I couldn't stand to be without him.
I wouldn't let him walk off. I couldn't.
I turned on my heel, and ran. He turned around, looking at me with a quizzical expression as he saw me coming towards him. I opened my arms and slammed into him.
The sweet scent of lavender and vanilla filled my senses. I smiled and wrapped my arms around him tightly. I felt him tense up, obviously in shock but it only made me bury my face into his chest, taking in his scent and warmth. After a long while of him not responding, I slowly started to release the frozen boy, but I was stopped when I felt him quickly wrap his arms around me. I snuggled back into his touch, and felt him lower his head so that it was resting on top of mine.
“I don't even know your name,” he said, barely audible.
I smiled and felt myself chuckle. “Lee Sungmin.”
He sighed happily, “I'm sorry, Lee Sungmin.”
I unhooked my arms from his back and wrapped them around his neck. I glanced up at him and pecked him shyly on the lips. “It's alright, Kyuhyun-ah.”