KyuMin ♥ - A half empty cup of coffee, messy hair, a pair of shoes and some elevator doors -
KyuMin ♥ - A half empty cup of coffee, messy hair, a pair of shoes and some elevator doors -
One shot.
748 words. It's short!
PG~
A/N: It's cute and I felt like it. ^^ (I hope there are no mistakes!)
He holds the cup like he thinks there will be more warmth from the thing itself then the liquid in it. His eyes are far away and he seems to be remembering the whisper of a dream or the idea of a dream. He stands with his back pressed to the counter, one leg over the other in perfect balance. His shirt rides up a little as he leans back even more and slips a centimetre down in a more comfortable position, taking a sip from what I guess to be coffee. He still had his pyjama bottoms on and the pink material dotted with white flowers somehow matches with the mug in his hands and it makes me laugh quietly. His hair isn’t done up yet and it looks so much better like that on him. It spikes up in a mess at the back and is flat on his forehead. He is oblivious to the strands of flyaway hair here and there. He has a smile tugging at his lips as he watches the sky out of the window on the other side of the room. He is deaf to the chaos of all the people running around him, Eunhyuk asking him to move so he can get the milk in the fridge or Eeteuk’s polite please go get ready. For once, he’s taking two minutes to slow down and enjoy his morning coffee.
He takes another longer and slower sip and then he sighs. His eyes close for the briefest of moments and he takes a deep breath and tilts his head back. He rolls his shoulders and shuffles his feet, standing straight back up. He opens his eyes and sighs again, this time in defeat, bringing his head back down. He turns around and dumps the half empty cup of coffee into the sink, shaking the cup till there’s nothing left in it. He places it along with all the other dirty dishes and pulls his shirt back down over the waistband of his pjs. For a tiny amount of time, he leans his palms on the side of the sink and steals another few seconds of peace. After those few seconds, he pushes off and turns around to face the day.
“Someone should go tell Sungmin to get ready,” Siwon says.
“Let him have another minute.” Siwon shrugs at my words and lets it slide.
He spots me looking at him and he smiles back. I smile too and throw up an arm in a small wave. He dips his head and makes his way to his room to get dressed. I bring my arm back down and return to tying my shoes and nod to something Siwon said, which I haven’t caught half of.
Eeteuk says we’re leaving in ten minutes. I sigh and finish tying the other shoe, casting a glance at the door he went through.
Someone slaps my back. I turn to see Donghae standing there, smiling like the goofy airhead he is. “You almost ready?”
I nod and stand up. “Yup.”
The door opens and Sungmin joins us again as we trail out of the apartment, dressed and ready though his hair is still a mess.
He smiles at me again. “Good morning.”
I laugh. “Good morning.”
“What?” he asks, giving me a look.
“Nothing, just your hair, it looks ridiculous.” His hand shoots to his head and he frowns.
“The stylists will fix it,” he says simply.
I laugh again. “What is it this time?” he asks again, looking fearful of the answer.
“You didn’t brush your teeth.” I snort at the look of confusion on his face. “Your breath smells like coffee.”
He does an “O” with his mouth and shrugs. “Thanks.”
“At least I told you!” I reply back, catching his eye roll. He nods.
“Kyu?”
“Hm?” I answer back, holding the elevator door open.
“Thanks.”
“For?” I say, struggling as I get in with everybody else chit-chatting behind me, Sungmin coming to stand in front of me.
“For giving me two more minutes.”
I try not to smile. “No problem.”
The elevator doors clothes shut, and in the reflection on the metal doors, I can see him, his eyes closed and smiling. I look down and the mess that is his hair sits under my chin. I laugh.
“Your hair looks even worse in this angle.”
The elevator might be small and cramped but Sungmin’s smack leaves me rubbing my arm all day long.
Fin ♥
One shot.
748 words. It's short!
PG~
A/N: It's cute and I felt like it. ^^ (I hope there are no mistakes!)
He holds the cup like he thinks there will be more warmth from the thing itself then the liquid in it. His eyes are far away and he seems to be remembering the whisper of a dream or the idea of a dream. He stands with his back pressed to the counter, one leg over the other in perfect balance. His shirt rides up a little as he leans back even more and slips a centimetre down in a more comfortable position, taking a sip from what I guess to be coffee. He still had his pyjama bottoms on and the pink material dotted with white flowers somehow matches with the mug in his hands and it makes me laugh quietly. His hair isn’t done up yet and it looks so much better like that on him. It spikes up in a mess at the back and is flat on his forehead. He is oblivious to the strands of flyaway hair here and there. He has a smile tugging at his lips as he watches the sky out of the window on the other side of the room. He is deaf to the chaos of all the people running around him, Eunhyuk asking him to move so he can get the milk in the fridge or Eeteuk’s polite please go get ready. For once, he’s taking two minutes to slow down and enjoy his morning coffee.
He takes another longer and slower sip and then he sighs. His eyes close for the briefest of moments and he takes a deep breath and tilts his head back. He rolls his shoulders and shuffles his feet, standing straight back up. He opens his eyes and sighs again, this time in defeat, bringing his head back down. He turns around and dumps the half empty cup of coffee into the sink, shaking the cup till there’s nothing left in it. He places it along with all the other dirty dishes and pulls his shirt back down over the waistband of his pjs. For a tiny amount of time, he leans his palms on the side of the sink and steals another few seconds of peace. After those few seconds, he pushes off and turns around to face the day.
“Someone should go tell Sungmin to get ready,” Siwon says.
“Let him have another minute.” Siwon shrugs at my words and lets it slide.
He spots me looking at him and he smiles back. I smile too and throw up an arm in a small wave. He dips his head and makes his way to his room to get dressed. I bring my arm back down and return to tying my shoes and nod to something Siwon said, which I haven’t caught half of.
Eeteuk says we’re leaving in ten minutes. I sigh and finish tying the other shoe, casting a glance at the door he went through.
Someone slaps my back. I turn to see Donghae standing there, smiling like the goofy airhead he is. “You almost ready?”
I nod and stand up. “Yup.”
The door opens and Sungmin joins us again as we trail out of the apartment, dressed and ready though his hair is still a mess.
He smiles at me again. “Good morning.”
I laugh. “Good morning.”
“What?” he asks, giving me a look.
“Nothing, just your hair, it looks ridiculous.” His hand shoots to his head and he frowns.
“The stylists will fix it,” he says simply.
I laugh again. “What is it this time?” he asks again, looking fearful of the answer.
“You didn’t brush your teeth.” I snort at the look of confusion on his face. “Your breath smells like coffee.”
He does an “O” with his mouth and shrugs. “Thanks.”
“At least I told you!” I reply back, catching his eye roll. He nods.
“Kyu?”
“Hm?” I answer back, holding the elevator door open.
“Thanks.”
“For?” I say, struggling as I get in with everybody else chit-chatting behind me, Sungmin coming to stand in front of me.
“For giving me two more minutes.”
I try not to smile. “No problem.”
The elevator doors clothes shut, and in the reflection on the metal doors, I can see him, his eyes closed and smiling. I look down and the mess that is his hair sits under my chin. I laugh.
“Your hair looks even worse in this angle.”
The elevator might be small and cramped but Sungmin’s smack leaves me rubbing my arm all day long.
Fin ♥