minutes. seconds. hours.
p: KaiSoo
genre: attempt in angst
wc: 181
a/n: yes the title is like that. this is a drabble, a drabble set in motion because of senyor-alpaca. thank you for beta-ing it too. hihi.
/throws you your kaisoo feels.
It was five minutes to one when Jongin wraps tan hands around Kyungsoo’s pale ones.
It was two minutes before one when Kyungsoo opens his eyes and stares at brown orbs watching back at him.
It was one in the morning when Jongin whispers Kyungsoo’s name with love, with a hint of a tone sounding like a plea.
Thirty seconds after, Kyungsoo finally recognizes the voice that sends his heart fluttering.
Immediately after, the lovers smile at each other.
Jongin leans. Kyungsoo anticipates.
It was five minutes after one when their lips part; Jongin’s eyes filled with tears.
Kyungsoo was reaching for his warmth. The younger catches the other’s hand and presses it into his cheek.
Why would minutes and seconds matter, when Jongin’s stare speaks of forever?
Some minutes passed when Kyungsoo starts to speak.
“Smile for me Jongin-ah.”
Not a second longer, Jongin replies.
“Always hyung. Always.”
It was five minutes before sunrise when a monotonous beep resounds across the pristine white room.
It was five minutes before sunrise when one heart stops beating while another heart starts breaking.
genre: attempt in angst
wc: 181
a/n: yes the title is like that. this is a drabble, a drabble set in motion because of senyor-alpaca. thank you for beta-ing it too. hihi.
/throws you your kaisoo feels.
It was five minutes to one when Jongin wraps tan hands around Kyungsoo’s pale ones.
It was two minutes before one when Kyungsoo opens his eyes and stares at brown orbs watching back at him.
It was one in the morning when Jongin whispers Kyungsoo’s name with love, with a hint of a tone sounding like a plea.
Thirty seconds after, Kyungsoo finally recognizes the voice that sends his heart fluttering.
Immediately after, the lovers smile at each other.
Jongin leans. Kyungsoo anticipates.
It was five minutes after one when their lips part; Jongin’s eyes filled with tears.
Kyungsoo was reaching for his warmth. The younger catches the other’s hand and presses it into his cheek.
Why would minutes and seconds matter, when Jongin’s stare speaks of forever?
Some minutes passed when Kyungsoo starts to speak.
“Smile for me Jongin-ah.”
Not a second longer, Jongin replies.
“Always hyung. Always.”
It was five minutes before sunrise when a monotonous beep resounds across the pristine white room.
It was five minutes before sunrise when one heart stops beating while another heart starts breaking.