Little thief
Title: Little thief
Pairing: jonghyun/key
Rating: PG
Summary: Perhaps he'll steal my dreams and trap them into little jars and sell them somewhere far away. Perhaps he will.
He’s a thief, that’s what he is. He is the sound of tiptoeing at the break of dawn that you hear next to your bed, that small kiss on your forehead when your eyelids feel too heavy, a traitorous little soul.
He never felt like he belonged anywhere, you can still see it in his eyes when the lights are turned off and you say you’re going to sleep, he wants to say ok, I’ll stay, I’ll watch TV, but his feet twitch with the urge to follow, anxious toes curling as he holds his legs close to his chest. So I smile the most comforting smile I have and say ‘won’t you come along? It’s late’ and save him from looking weak because I know he hates that, I know he does.
He never wanted to be a thief either, but here he is hugging his pillow and climbing into my bed, throwing an arm around me and whispering ‘please, let me stay, I can’t sleep’, and I feel robbed of many things as I drift off to sleep, wondering if he’ll steal my dreams and put them into little jars and sell them in some kind of foreign market for a pair of silk ribbons to tie me with.
I smile at the thought and murmur “you thief” so he pouts and whispers an insulted ‘I’m not a thief, what are you saying” and I say “it’s ok, it’s ok, just get the red ones, I like red” and then he moves closer to my face capturing my breath and I feel as if we are communicating vessels, so I sigh and melt into his touch, my lips find his ear and I say it again and again and again, 'thief, thief, you blatant little thief'.
He laughs then, a breathless weak sound, whispering yes, yes Jjong, I’m a thief and this is your last night owning a heart.
‘You fucker’ I think, ‘that’s nasty’ , but I kiss his neck and slide one leg between his own because it’s ok, what can one do with half a heart anyway.
Goodnight.
Pairing: jonghyun/key
Rating: PG
Summary: Perhaps he'll steal my dreams and trap them into little jars and sell them somewhere far away. Perhaps he will.
He’s a thief, that’s what he is. He is the sound of tiptoeing at the break of dawn that you hear next to your bed, that small kiss on your forehead when your eyelids feel too heavy, a traitorous little soul.
He never felt like he belonged anywhere, you can still see it in his eyes when the lights are turned off and you say you’re going to sleep, he wants to say ok, I’ll stay, I’ll watch TV, but his feet twitch with the urge to follow, anxious toes curling as he holds his legs close to his chest. So I smile the most comforting smile I have and say ‘won’t you come along? It’s late’ and save him from looking weak because I know he hates that, I know he does.
He never wanted to be a thief either, but here he is hugging his pillow and climbing into my bed, throwing an arm around me and whispering ‘please, let me stay, I can’t sleep’, and I feel robbed of many things as I drift off to sleep, wondering if he’ll steal my dreams and put them into little jars and sell them in some kind of foreign market for a pair of silk ribbons to tie me with.
I smile at the thought and murmur “you thief” so he pouts and whispers an insulted ‘I’m not a thief, what are you saying” and I say “it’s ok, it’s ok, just get the red ones, I like red” and then he moves closer to my face capturing my breath and I feel as if we are communicating vessels, so I sigh and melt into his touch, my lips find his ear and I say it again and again and again, 'thief, thief, you blatant little thief'.
He laughs then, a breathless weak sound, whispering yes, yes Jjong, I’m a thief and this is your last night owning a heart.
‘You fucker’ I think, ‘that’s nasty’ , but I kiss his neck and slide one leg between his own because it’s ok, what can one do with half a heart anyway.
Goodnight.