Seven Then Heaven; All/Key
Seven Then Heaven
cerixxe
2,083 words (All/Key)
Romance, Angst; R
Warnings: Un-beta’d, girl!Key, some sexual situations
Disclaimer: I don’t own any part of these boys. So do you TT__TT
Summary: Gwiboon is seven, fourteen, twenty one, and twenty eight then it’s heaven.
A/N: oh yes! I make lame summaries >.< and if it wasn’t striking at all, I’ll repeat the warnings. Key’s a girl, and there’ssome sexual situation somewhere in the story. So DO expect, it’s het :D but don’t worry, it’s very, very minor.For amaru_chan because she’s been silently supporting me (all of it through convos with Bona Unnie - who, by the way, I am utterly missing right now >.<), and I hope we’d be closer :)
SEVEN;
Gwiboon meets Minho and it’s not fate. It’s not love. Not that kind of love anyway, save the fact they are just kids. They are neighbors, and schoolmates, seatmates even and Minho thinks he’d fallen for the first time.
Because Gwiboon is kind, “She’ll definitely be a beautiful, fine lady one day,” - everyone says so - long auburn locks trailing with the breeze behind. He thinks he is in love, in one way or another, filial or not. He just knows.
-----
“I like you,” he confesses and it’s her eighth birthday, hand-picked garden daisy held out on her sight. Gwiboon smiles, gentle sun rays touching her face. In Minho’s perception, his thoughts tell him it’s mutual, and suddenly it brings a smile to his face. Nothing would have compared to it as Gwiboon reaches, their hands fondling a little. Until she runs past him, leaves Minho in harsh awe, confessed words left hanging in the air.
Minho thinks again, maybe he was giving too much thought into this. But then she’s standing in front of him a few moments later, yellow daisy in her small hands and there’s more. He’s contemplating - Gwiboon is beautiful, long auburn locks flowing in placid winds.
“I’m moving to America with my Mom next week,” she’s smiling ever so brightly, childish ignorance visible in her eyes reflecting his unreadable expression.
He’s grasping on daisies another moment, hands tracing his and a gentle kiss drops on his cheek. She’s still shining, beautiful at that. “I like you too, Minho,” and he knows he’s not letting go today. Not yet.
It’s not that kind of love.
FOURTEEN;
She’s back in Seoul, standing in front of the class, nervous, shaky hands almost getting the best out of her. It’s her first Thursday dance class, confidence gradually creeping in. Then when her gaze falls on her fidgeting feet, Taemin finally believes in love at first sight.
Gwiboon couldn’t help it. She still hears Minho’s silent sobs before she left six years ago. She knows she should have at least called up, told Minho she’s back for good, that somehow she managed to skip grades and go back a little less early than expected. But she doesn’t. Guilt of something she can’t express, sluggishly devouring her inside.
Even though Gwiboon knows what she has to do, she decides still - no. And all that’s left for her is to fulfill her dreams.
Minho’s waiting - she comprehends, and she gives that smile, this time, to Taemin.
-----
“Not now,” is all she says when Taemin finally asks eight months later. That fallible glint in her eyes telling him she’s not ready. Yet despite that, she holds his hand, unfaltering smile prominent in every day. And she doesn’t let go so easily like before. Taemin waits.
Until two years later, Minho walks into her life once again, pungent smells of high school brewing in the air. “Hi,” and it’s like seven all over again. The only difference is that this time, her bright smiles are directed at Taemin. This time, all Minho sees is genuine.
Her remorse is washed away in a snap, breaking out of her shell built up in culpability. Breaching on Minho’s heart once again, she kisses Taemin in hopes of yesterday once more.
-----
Years passed by too fast. Candy kisses and sweet nothings, blush cheeks, fluffy white bunnies, and rainbow smiles; it’s a miracle they last past eighteen and Minho’s still lingering.
“No cavities yet?,” Minho asks, expectant of a reply more to his liking. Gwiboon leans onto his shoulders, dependent as she watched the snow fall outside. She takes in the frown that’s been hiding all throughout, “Five years and going, still none, Minho. I still love him.”
It’s just mistaken - that kind of love perhaps. One thing, and it’s not fate.
TWENTY-ONE;
Jonghyun comes along, asks for directions when Gwiboon is sitting outside a café, waiting for Taemin at least a minute or two.
“Oh,” she shifts awkwardly, realizing she’d been staring too much and looks away to hide her blush. Jonghyun’s smirking, “If you cross the intersection ahead and turn right at the second corner, then Seoul Garden should be right there,” she finally breathes.
But Jonghyun laughs heartily beside her, hand absently brushing along her folded arms, and she snaps at him, almost scoffs before adding, “You were looking for Seoul Garden. Right?,”
He simply returns the stare. Transforms the laughter into a smile that’s all in all too attractive, shakes his head gently and leans in for emphasis, “I was asking the way to your heart,” then Taemin takes Gwiboon’s hand after things have been said, honey-coated kisses alive once again.
“I guess I’ll see you around then,” Jonghyun smirks, a spark of intention flashing across after Gwiboon’s ’Sorry, I have a boyfriend.’
Then everything pretty much began to fill in color, because she ends up moaning, gripping on hair, stark naked and asking for more more more. Jonghyun’s between her thighs, humming, licking, blood rushing down his veins in a pace full of haste. Screams get louder, heads rolling in ecstasy, in lust of every thrust. She hits the headboard one last, and Gwiboon doesn’t regret giving off her first.
-----
“So what did he say?,” Minho closes his workbook and catches her gaze. Gwiboon wraps her hands around his, and somehow he forms a reason as to why he’s still holding on to that thin strand of his so called love.
“Nothing. Only one thing in particular,” she intertwines her hands with Minho’s, holding back her tears when suddenly half herself is regretting.
(She remembers how Taemin had stared unsmiling after admitting to him what had happened three days ago with Jonghyun. They had met in the usual café, and the sight of him practically tore off the previous decision of not telling. “It’s alright,” and that was out of expectation, “Looks like we’re over.”)
Minho lifts her head to meet his eyes once again, and all he sees is the girl he had been watching hiding all through the five years Gwiboon was with Taemin.
He fights the hint of bliss slipping at the corners of his mind, and then she’s the one portraying his thoughts, smiling as if nothing had been said or done.
“Found out he’s been with Sulli since last year,” turns out Taemin’s the first to get toothaches. Too much sweetness and the love is gone.
Figures, Minho keeps it to himself, instead scoffs and gathers her into his arms, bracing every pearl of tear with the love he can’t let go.
-----
Jonghyun isn’t Gwiboon’s new boyfriend after that. Though they knew sooner or later they could end up being. Sooner or later they believed, without seeing the inevitable - never.
Because three years into what it is that they had, six broken beds, numerous headboards breaking, endless ringing screams, and countless orgasms later, Jonghyun’s the one who leaves without warning, flies over to Beijing with the promise of never coming back.
Minho’s catching pearls another night, strings them and locks them deep into his heart.
Jonghyun would have been her everything, would have been the person capable of making Minho break that thin strand of love. If things didn’t start with a mistake, it could have been that kind of love.
Because for one thing - it was fate; and everything is all what would have been if not.
TWENTY-EIGHT;
Minho still isn’t letting go, and the adamant question that has been floating all along surfaces one night - “Why?,” It’s not like he had not asked even once before. He had - myriad. It’s just that Gwiboon had always thought of it as a joke, replying with nothing else but ‘Shut up’ then lets it float in space again.
However this time, Minho’s not giving consent. “Why?,” and Gwiboon stares up from her sketchbooks, tells him she’s busy, but he’s asking once more as if it’s the only stress left in his life.
Gwiboon gives up, sighing as she pushed all else aside, “I feel safe, loved, and I’m not oblivious of the sincerity you have, putting up with me for almost all my life,” they are playing the last of this game. Minho rolls the dice for one more strike of luck - maybe this time, it wouldn’t be another bad luck.
However, “It’s just-,” Gwiboon stops him all over, “It’s all too much.” If I let you, I won’t be able to breathe.
It’s all too soon, somehow too late, but it was just the right time. Minho fathoms the broken string in his hands, Gwiboon’s threaded pearls gushing out his eyes and lets his heart out. A lone memory flashes back, the yellow daisies, his confession and fondling hands.
It really wasn’t fate. Definitely not that kind of love and everything has been founded on misinterpretation.
You finally realize, but still - I know you’re not giving me all up.
-----
Her Mom is getting married, unsurprisingly, again - Gwiboon understands though, “She deserves to be happy,” she informs Minho at the other end of a long-distance call.
She sits on top of a large cardboard box outside their house, telling Minho all the things he had been missing since he migrated to Canada, “You must be living a happy married life there, Minho-ah,” she predicts a good fifteen minutes into the conversation.
“Oh please, I still can’t see that coming.”
Gwiboon giggles when she hears Minho’s wife shrieking profanities in the background, “You know,” Minho’s laughing with her, “They say finding love after marriage is much more romantic.”
“Wherever you heard that… I’ll tell you if it’s true.”
“You better do so. And I need to hang up, the truck just arrived.”
“Oh, you’re moving in with Mr. Lee already?” it’s Minho’s wife questioning, and Gwiboon thinks how fitting it is that Minho ended up agreeing to that arranged marriage after all the drama.
“My Mom is, I’d be staying around a few weeks though- I said they could have waited until after the wedding, but yeah- my Mom’s too hyped up, even pulling her soon thirty year old daughter with her. Anyway- I really need to go now.”
Gwiboon’s lifting boxes soon after, Minho and his wife’s goodbyes still ringing in her ears. ”Gwiboon-ah,”
“Minho?”
“Just- just take care of yourself. We’d be visiting you soon.”
-----
“Ah- you must be Gwiboon-ssi,” it almost gives her a whole new definition of shock the moment she heard someone else’s voice in her room. Gwiboon shoots up from her bed (or what she assumes is hers since her soon-to-be-father showed her to that room just a few minutes ago) and she can’t help but gawk at the man who had just gotten out her bathroom.
The stranger is smiling brightly, as if it was totally right for him to be there, walking into Gwiboon lazing around after dropping her bags on the floor. She watches him close the bathroom door behind him; move a little closer to the bed before chuckling to what Gwiboon believes, is her face.
“Um, yes… I’m Gwiboon? How did- What- Who are you?” and then he’s extending a hand to her, smile etched on his lips.
“Oh don’t worry; I’m just here to get a few things I left behind,” he shifts his gaze from Gwiboon to his outreached hand then back to her, waiting for any reaction, at least a smile but - oh, oh, yeah right, “I’m Jinki by the way, Lee Jinki. I’ve heard so much about you from my father.”
She doesn’t smile or anything near showing delight in meeting - what it seems like - is her soon-to-be-stepbrother. Gwiboon’s staring like Jinki’s some kind of entity she’s never seen before, as if he’s anything else but humane.
She believes that the way her heart is pounding like crazy inside her is all because of astonishment, of flabbergast, of anything between that and trepidation. Somehow her mind flashes images of Taemin, of Jonghyun, of Minho, and then there’s Jinki still smiling at her, extended hand shaking a little.
Jinki frowns a bit, smiles again before grabbing Gwiboon’s hand and shook it gently, “It’s very nice to meet you, Gwiboon-ssi,” and she’s falling right after the door closes behind him.
He’s flushing outside her door, pressing his back against it, and they both doubt their own thoughts and tries to reason out why breathing was the hardest thing to do right now.
It’s fate - they know, and wonders whether this time, it’s finally that kind of love.
**it’s totally vague, I know. I think I made it vaguer than I planned it to be. Made in less than an hour, so please excuse if it’s quite - lame. (That word somehow defines my whole persona. Lame).
My internet connection is totally bitching these days, I probably won’t come online until next month. But like now, I’m sneaking up some internet time! :D I feel deprived of SHINee and my friends here really… so thank you toKimmy bb(7thmin) because she tells me what’s been happening lately. And it’s hard, my landline phone ditched on me too! TT___TT they are killing me.
I hope the story was still understandable though :) but I won’t be surprised if it wasn’t. I wrote this out of the moment because I just had to post something - anything. Please do commentthough? Especially if it would tell me things on how to improve :D
Oh- and one more thing, the Gwiboon/Jinki part, was really random. I couldn’t think of anything else on how they’d meet, (yes. Because from the start I wanted OnKey to prevail! Ha haha ha!)so I got that idea from a fic I wrote years back (which cannot be posted, because it’s not in English.) I have a whole plot about it in my head… but I think that plot is a little too precious for me that I do not want the pairing to be hetero if ever I’m writing that >.> If the day comes and I’ll write that… it’ll never be a heterosexual pairing. Never xD It’s anxiously sweet and complicated, and making it hetero will make it sink to typical. So yeah- why am I saying this again? Oh I don’t know.
cerixxe
2,083 words (All/Key)
Romance, Angst; R
Warnings: Un-beta’d, girl!Key, some sexual situations
Disclaimer: I don’t own any part of these boys. So do you TT__TT
Summary: Gwiboon is seven, fourteen, twenty one, and twenty eight then it’s heaven.
A/N: oh yes! I make lame summaries >.< and if it wasn’t striking at all, I’ll repeat the warnings. Key’s a girl, and there’ssome sexual situation somewhere in the story. So DO expect, it’s het :D but don’t worry, it’s very, very minor.For amaru_chan because she’s been silently supporting me (all of it through convos with Bona Unnie - who, by the way, I am utterly missing right now >.<), and I hope we’d be closer :)
SEVEN;
Gwiboon meets Minho and it’s not fate. It’s not love. Not that kind of love anyway, save the fact they are just kids. They are neighbors, and schoolmates, seatmates even and Minho thinks he’d fallen for the first time.
Because Gwiboon is kind, “She’ll definitely be a beautiful, fine lady one day,” - everyone says so - long auburn locks trailing with the breeze behind. He thinks he is in love, in one way or another, filial or not. He just knows.
-----
“I like you,” he confesses and it’s her eighth birthday, hand-picked garden daisy held out on her sight. Gwiboon smiles, gentle sun rays touching her face. In Minho’s perception, his thoughts tell him it’s mutual, and suddenly it brings a smile to his face. Nothing would have compared to it as Gwiboon reaches, their hands fondling a little. Until she runs past him, leaves Minho in harsh awe, confessed words left hanging in the air.
Minho thinks again, maybe he was giving too much thought into this. But then she’s standing in front of him a few moments later, yellow daisy in her small hands and there’s more. He’s contemplating - Gwiboon is beautiful, long auburn locks flowing in placid winds.
“I’m moving to America with my Mom next week,” she’s smiling ever so brightly, childish ignorance visible in her eyes reflecting his unreadable expression.
He’s grasping on daisies another moment, hands tracing his and a gentle kiss drops on his cheek. She’s still shining, beautiful at that. “I like you too, Minho,” and he knows he’s not letting go today. Not yet.
It’s not that kind of love.
FOURTEEN;
She’s back in Seoul, standing in front of the class, nervous, shaky hands almost getting the best out of her. It’s her first Thursday dance class, confidence gradually creeping in. Then when her gaze falls on her fidgeting feet, Taemin finally believes in love at first sight.
Gwiboon couldn’t help it. She still hears Minho’s silent sobs before she left six years ago. She knows she should have at least called up, told Minho she’s back for good, that somehow she managed to skip grades and go back a little less early than expected. But she doesn’t. Guilt of something she can’t express, sluggishly devouring her inside.
Even though Gwiboon knows what she has to do, she decides still - no. And all that’s left for her is to fulfill her dreams.
Minho’s waiting - she comprehends, and she gives that smile, this time, to Taemin.
-----
“Not now,” is all she says when Taemin finally asks eight months later. That fallible glint in her eyes telling him she’s not ready. Yet despite that, she holds his hand, unfaltering smile prominent in every day. And she doesn’t let go so easily like before. Taemin waits.
Until two years later, Minho walks into her life once again, pungent smells of high school brewing in the air. “Hi,” and it’s like seven all over again. The only difference is that this time, her bright smiles are directed at Taemin. This time, all Minho sees is genuine.
Her remorse is washed away in a snap, breaking out of her shell built up in culpability. Breaching on Minho’s heart once again, she kisses Taemin in hopes of yesterday once more.
-----
Years passed by too fast. Candy kisses and sweet nothings, blush cheeks, fluffy white bunnies, and rainbow smiles; it’s a miracle they last past eighteen and Minho’s still lingering.
“No cavities yet?,” Minho asks, expectant of a reply more to his liking. Gwiboon leans onto his shoulders, dependent as she watched the snow fall outside. She takes in the frown that’s been hiding all throughout, “Five years and going, still none, Minho. I still love him.”
It’s just mistaken - that kind of love perhaps. One thing, and it’s not fate.
TWENTY-ONE;
Jonghyun comes along, asks for directions when Gwiboon is sitting outside a café, waiting for Taemin at least a minute or two.
“Oh,” she shifts awkwardly, realizing she’d been staring too much and looks away to hide her blush. Jonghyun’s smirking, “If you cross the intersection ahead and turn right at the second corner, then Seoul Garden should be right there,” she finally breathes.
But Jonghyun laughs heartily beside her, hand absently brushing along her folded arms, and she snaps at him, almost scoffs before adding, “You were looking for Seoul Garden. Right?,”
He simply returns the stare. Transforms the laughter into a smile that’s all in all too attractive, shakes his head gently and leans in for emphasis, “I was asking the way to your heart,” then Taemin takes Gwiboon’s hand after things have been said, honey-coated kisses alive once again.
“I guess I’ll see you around then,” Jonghyun smirks, a spark of intention flashing across after Gwiboon’s ’Sorry, I have a boyfriend.’
Then everything pretty much began to fill in color, because she ends up moaning, gripping on hair, stark naked and asking for more more more. Jonghyun’s between her thighs, humming, licking, blood rushing down his veins in a pace full of haste. Screams get louder, heads rolling in ecstasy, in lust of every thrust. She hits the headboard one last, and Gwiboon doesn’t regret giving off her first.
-----
“So what did he say?,” Minho closes his workbook and catches her gaze. Gwiboon wraps her hands around his, and somehow he forms a reason as to why he’s still holding on to that thin strand of his so called love.
“Nothing. Only one thing in particular,” she intertwines her hands with Minho’s, holding back her tears when suddenly half herself is regretting.
(She remembers how Taemin had stared unsmiling after admitting to him what had happened three days ago with Jonghyun. They had met in the usual café, and the sight of him practically tore off the previous decision of not telling. “It’s alright,” and that was out of expectation, “Looks like we’re over.”)
Minho lifts her head to meet his eyes once again, and all he sees is the girl he had been watching hiding all through the five years Gwiboon was with Taemin.
He fights the hint of bliss slipping at the corners of his mind, and then she’s the one portraying his thoughts, smiling as if nothing had been said or done.
“Found out he’s been with Sulli since last year,” turns out Taemin’s the first to get toothaches. Too much sweetness and the love is gone.
Figures, Minho keeps it to himself, instead scoffs and gathers her into his arms, bracing every pearl of tear with the love he can’t let go.
-----
Jonghyun isn’t Gwiboon’s new boyfriend after that. Though they knew sooner or later they could end up being. Sooner or later they believed, without seeing the inevitable - never.
Because three years into what it is that they had, six broken beds, numerous headboards breaking, endless ringing screams, and countless orgasms later, Jonghyun’s the one who leaves without warning, flies over to Beijing with the promise of never coming back.
Minho’s catching pearls another night, strings them and locks them deep into his heart.
Jonghyun would have been her everything, would have been the person capable of making Minho break that thin strand of love. If things didn’t start with a mistake, it could have been that kind of love.
Because for one thing - it was fate; and everything is all what would have been if not.
TWENTY-EIGHT;
Minho still isn’t letting go, and the adamant question that has been floating all along surfaces one night - “Why?,” It’s not like he had not asked even once before. He had - myriad. It’s just that Gwiboon had always thought of it as a joke, replying with nothing else but ‘Shut up’ then lets it float in space again.
However this time, Minho’s not giving consent. “Why?,” and Gwiboon stares up from her sketchbooks, tells him she’s busy, but he’s asking once more as if it’s the only stress left in his life.
Gwiboon gives up, sighing as she pushed all else aside, “I feel safe, loved, and I’m not oblivious of the sincerity you have, putting up with me for almost all my life,” they are playing the last of this game. Minho rolls the dice for one more strike of luck - maybe this time, it wouldn’t be another bad luck.
However, “It’s just-,” Gwiboon stops him all over, “It’s all too much.” If I let you, I won’t be able to breathe.
It’s all too soon, somehow too late, but it was just the right time. Minho fathoms the broken string in his hands, Gwiboon’s threaded pearls gushing out his eyes and lets his heart out. A lone memory flashes back, the yellow daisies, his confession and fondling hands.
It really wasn’t fate. Definitely not that kind of love and everything has been founded on misinterpretation.
You finally realize, but still - I know you’re not giving me all up.
-----
Her Mom is getting married, unsurprisingly, again - Gwiboon understands though, “She deserves to be happy,” she informs Minho at the other end of a long-distance call.
She sits on top of a large cardboard box outside their house, telling Minho all the things he had been missing since he migrated to Canada, “You must be living a happy married life there, Minho-ah,” she predicts a good fifteen minutes into the conversation.
“Oh please, I still can’t see that coming.”
Gwiboon giggles when she hears Minho’s wife shrieking profanities in the background, “You know,” Minho’s laughing with her, “They say finding love after marriage is much more romantic.”
“Wherever you heard that… I’ll tell you if it’s true.”
“You better do so. And I need to hang up, the truck just arrived.”
“Oh, you’re moving in with Mr. Lee already?” it’s Minho’s wife questioning, and Gwiboon thinks how fitting it is that Minho ended up agreeing to that arranged marriage after all the drama.
“My Mom is, I’d be staying around a few weeks though- I said they could have waited until after the wedding, but yeah- my Mom’s too hyped up, even pulling her soon thirty year old daughter with her. Anyway- I really need to go now.”
Gwiboon’s lifting boxes soon after, Minho and his wife’s goodbyes still ringing in her ears. ”Gwiboon-ah,”
“Minho?”
“Just- just take care of yourself. We’d be visiting you soon.”
-----
“Ah- you must be Gwiboon-ssi,” it almost gives her a whole new definition of shock the moment she heard someone else’s voice in her room. Gwiboon shoots up from her bed (or what she assumes is hers since her soon-to-be-father showed her to that room just a few minutes ago) and she can’t help but gawk at the man who had just gotten out her bathroom.
The stranger is smiling brightly, as if it was totally right for him to be there, walking into Gwiboon lazing around after dropping her bags on the floor. She watches him close the bathroom door behind him; move a little closer to the bed before chuckling to what Gwiboon believes, is her face.
“Um, yes… I’m Gwiboon? How did- What- Who are you?” and then he’s extending a hand to her, smile etched on his lips.
“Oh don’t worry; I’m just here to get a few things I left behind,” he shifts his gaze from Gwiboon to his outreached hand then back to her, waiting for any reaction, at least a smile but - oh, oh, yeah right, “I’m Jinki by the way, Lee Jinki. I’ve heard so much about you from my father.”
She doesn’t smile or anything near showing delight in meeting - what it seems like - is her soon-to-be-stepbrother. Gwiboon’s staring like Jinki’s some kind of entity she’s never seen before, as if he’s anything else but humane.
She believes that the way her heart is pounding like crazy inside her is all because of astonishment, of flabbergast, of anything between that and trepidation. Somehow her mind flashes images of Taemin, of Jonghyun, of Minho, and then there’s Jinki still smiling at her, extended hand shaking a little.
Jinki frowns a bit, smiles again before grabbing Gwiboon’s hand and shook it gently, “It’s very nice to meet you, Gwiboon-ssi,” and she’s falling right after the door closes behind him.
He’s flushing outside her door, pressing his back against it, and they both doubt their own thoughts and tries to reason out why breathing was the hardest thing to do right now.
It’s fate - they know, and wonders whether this time, it’s finally that kind of love.
**it’s totally vague, I know. I think I made it vaguer than I planned it to be. Made in less than an hour, so please excuse if it’s quite - lame. (That word somehow defines my whole persona. Lame).
My internet connection is totally bitching these days, I probably won’t come online until next month. But like now, I’m sneaking up some internet time! :D I feel deprived of SHINee and my friends here really… so thank you toKimmy bb(7thmin) because she tells me what’s been happening lately. And it’s hard, my landline phone ditched on me too! TT___TT they are killing me.
I hope the story was still understandable though :) but I won’t be surprised if it wasn’t. I wrote this out of the moment because I just had to post something - anything. Please do commentthough? Especially if it would tell me things on how to improve :D
Oh- and one more thing, the Gwiboon/Jinki part, was really random. I couldn’t think of anything else on how they’d meet, (yes. Because from the start I wanted OnKey to prevail! Ha haha ha!)so I got that idea from a fic I wrote years back (which cannot be posted, because it’s not in English.) I have a whole plot about it in my head… but I think that plot is a little too precious for me that I do not want the pairing to be hetero if ever I’m writing that >.> If the day comes and I’ll write that… it’ll never be a heterosexual pairing. Never xD It’s anxiously sweet and complicated, and making it hetero will make it sink to typical. So yeah- why am I saying this again? Oh I don’t know.