Above Everything Else
Above Everything Else
Onew/Key ; G
Onew twirls his pencil with his fingers.
He isn’t up to use his brain for educational purposes for the damned English paper. He’d rather not put effort other wise to anything besides pencil twirling.
Anything was better than that stupid essay.
The peak of silence breaks when the creaky door bursts open; Key dramatically enters with a bitter expression upon his naturally sweet face. His lips pucker in an odd way as he does this.
“What’s up with you,” Onew greets, still twirling. Still amused with his pencil.
“Pissed.” Key’s voice is thorny as he makes his way from the corner to Onew-flopping himself on the boy’s lap, hoping for some sort of comfort. This was considered normal.
“You’re always pissed,” A pat on the back and a tight grip around his waist, Key finds the comfort from his roommate sort-of boyfriend despite the fact Onew is still gripping the pencil.
“I want a hug, drop the stupid pencil.” He snaps, almost whining as he buries his nose at the crook of Onew’s neck, arms daintly hanging from the chair. The older boy doesn’t listen.
“If you won’t listen, why not just pay attention to that essay of yours at least? Maybe than you can differentiate between me and that paper,” The younger boy’s voice is completely frigid as he leaves Onew’s lap to retreat for to bed, wanting to sulk and possibly cry instead.
“I told myself this earlier before, anything is better than that essay--” His fingers lose their grip as the utensil meets with the floor, rolling around to a halt. Onew muses at it for mere seconds before taking in a breath and chuckling, now intrigues at Key for his sensitivity. “--you’re above everything else, did you know that?”
Key didn’t know that.
* I'm so beat. I do not want to work on my essay. Goodnight.