MinKey - Your light
Title: Your light
Pairing: MinKey
Rating: PG
Word count: 532
A/N: I haven't written anything like this in a long time, which is why this is way shorter than I wanted it to be. I just feel like I couldn't make it justice. The first part is Key speaking and Minho thinking, while the last part is the reverse. It was all inspired by the video when they where in London.
I really do wish I could've finished this the way I wanted to.
”Minho,” he said. ”Let’s go away. Far away from here.”
“Where would we go?”
“Let’s go somewhere magical. Some place where we can see the beautiful night sky. I want to see a bigger world, a world away from all of this.”
I know you are tired.
“I’m so tired of this.”
I would go with you to the end of the world. Fall over the edge with you.
“Would you go with me?”
As long as you smile at me.
*
London was bustling with life, a steady stream of people fading into the background around them as they strolled down the street in their own pace, completely unaware of the never ending flow that threatened to engulf them at any moment. Shouts were heard above their head, children rushing like little arrows amongst the passerbyers’ legs, amazing aromas filling their noses as colors swished by; senses overloading. Every movement was like a domino piece, sending other pieces into action as it falls over the edge of thought.
They went from one dream to another, taking pictures for documentation. The pictures would never be able to tell the world of the strong sun light; a rarity in this bleak city. Nor would it tell of the lovely smell of newly fresh waffles by that one bridge where they decided to take a break. Or the sounds of the camera going off with every snapshot: ‘click, click, click’, the soundtrack of their journey into another dimension of reality; a world that was their own as long as they kept a blindfold on.
*
“Minho, come on!”
Minho watched as Key took the first step out on the ice, testing it, not completely trusting it. He let his imagination run wild as the left foot still hovered in the air, imagining a million different scenarios that could play out during this endeavor. But the foot touched the ice and Key was moving further away from him.
‘Don’t go.’
“Are you coming or not?”
Key had turned to him, crossing his arms over his chest.
“I’m too hungry,” Minho told him.
“We’ll eat after this, I promise. The sooner you get here the sooner you can eat,” the other boy told him and shook his head at him a little. “I’ll hold your hand if you’re afraid.”
Minho scowled and straightened up. “Fine,” he said and went onto the ice, easily gliding over the cold surface. He smirked at the surprised look he received. “Oh, right. I’m awesome at skating.” Key poked his arm hard.
They didn’t hold hands.
*
“Kibum, are you happy?” he asked.
Happy? No.
“I know you want so much, that we can never have.”
Happiness is too brief. Too easily overcome by anger, sorrow and hatred.
“I know I’m lacking in so many areas, and I really wish I could do better than this. Take you away from all this, to a bright place where we don’t have to live in the shadows.”
The lights in your eyes are my refuge. If I can have that I don’t really need anything else.
“But can you be happy with this?”
I’ll never be happy. Your light saves me from it.
Pairing: MinKey
Rating: PG
Word count: 532
A/N: I haven't written anything like this in a long time, which is why this is way shorter than I wanted it to be. I just feel like I couldn't make it justice. The first part is Key speaking and Minho thinking, while the last part is the reverse. It was all inspired by the video when they where in London.
I really do wish I could've finished this the way I wanted to.
”Minho,” he said. ”Let’s go away. Far away from here.”
“Where would we go?”
“Let’s go somewhere magical. Some place where we can see the beautiful night sky. I want to see a bigger world, a world away from all of this.”
I know you are tired.
“I’m so tired of this.”
I would go with you to the end of the world. Fall over the edge with you.
“Would you go with me?”
As long as you smile at me.
*
London was bustling with life, a steady stream of people fading into the background around them as they strolled down the street in their own pace, completely unaware of the never ending flow that threatened to engulf them at any moment. Shouts were heard above their head, children rushing like little arrows amongst the passerbyers’ legs, amazing aromas filling their noses as colors swished by; senses overloading. Every movement was like a domino piece, sending other pieces into action as it falls over the edge of thought.
They went from one dream to another, taking pictures for documentation. The pictures would never be able to tell the world of the strong sun light; a rarity in this bleak city. Nor would it tell of the lovely smell of newly fresh waffles by that one bridge where they decided to take a break. Or the sounds of the camera going off with every snapshot: ‘click, click, click’, the soundtrack of their journey into another dimension of reality; a world that was their own as long as they kept a blindfold on.
*
“Minho, come on!”
Minho watched as Key took the first step out on the ice, testing it, not completely trusting it. He let his imagination run wild as the left foot still hovered in the air, imagining a million different scenarios that could play out during this endeavor. But the foot touched the ice and Key was moving further away from him.
‘Don’t go.’
“Are you coming or not?”
Key had turned to him, crossing his arms over his chest.
“I’m too hungry,” Minho told him.
“We’ll eat after this, I promise. The sooner you get here the sooner you can eat,” the other boy told him and shook his head at him a little. “I’ll hold your hand if you’re afraid.”
Minho scowled and straightened up. “Fine,” he said and went onto the ice, easily gliding over the cold surface. He smirked at the surprised look he received. “Oh, right. I’m awesome at skating.” Key poked his arm hard.
They didn’t hold hands.
*
“Kibum, are you happy?” he asked.
Happy? No.
“I know you want so much, that we can never have.”
Happiness is too brief. Too easily overcome by anger, sorrow and hatred.
“I know I’m lacking in so many areas, and I really wish I could do better than this. Take you away from all this, to a bright place where we don’t have to live in the shadows.”
The lights in your eyes are my refuge. If I can have that I don’t really need anything else.
“But can you be happy with this?”
I’ll never be happy. Your light saves me from it.