Strangers; PG
Pairing: Minkey
Genre: Fluff, Romance
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Only the plot is mine.
Summary: At first, they were just strangers, innocently meeting every Friday nights at the children's park. And neither one of them knew it would eventually develop into a need of something more.
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It was a rough ten minutes to midnight on a cold Friday night. The soft blowing of wind crushed against the metal swings of the old children's park, the temperature of his body lowering to the coldness seeping through his clothes and in his skin. The place was dirty and deserted that almost nobody visits, but it was satisfactory as a momentary getaway. Just enough for the both of them.
The pair of individuals say nothing as the silence that covers becomes a statement only they can understand. The two have been meeting there for almost a month now, every Fridays at approximately sometime around nine until twelve in the midnight. And usually they extend, because Key stubbornly reasons that time flies by just too fast and he has a lot more to talk about.
But Key was running out of excuses, and as of now, he had nothing more to cover his want to stay. The reason was very simple, actually. He just wanted to be with the handsome stranger longer, and of course, he can't forwardly tell that to the other person.
It was unusual for him, being drawn to an almost acquaintance. Key knew that the other was a soccer player, a forward position in the team and some details about the sport that Key had no idea about. Key knew the other was the youngest in his family, and that his father is also a soccer coach who made him who he is now. Key also knew that the other absolutely despised losing, as they had a few bets before and he would do anything to win.
But other than that, there was nothing else. Probably because most of the time they meet was just him talking and ranting, with the stranger listening and laughing whenever appropriate.
Key doesn't know his name, his age, or where he lives. Key doesn't know his favorite color or his ideal types. And most of the time, Key doesn't know what the other is thinking. But Key knows that his knees get weak when the other smiles, good thing that he's sitting on the cramped swings, and not standing.
Maybe there was something about being kept hidden in their eyes, giving each other a sense of freedom without labels. Key never asked for his name, but the stranger never did, too. Maybe there was something about skipping the formalities and basics of human social ethics, trying to keep the sparking interest of knowing everything and nothing at the same time. And he didn't mind, not at a single bit.
Key looked down on his covered feet, pushing himself up as he finally decided that it was time to go home. He dusted the particles stuck to his pants and wiped his hands, getting rid of the rusty smell from metal swings. The other swing also squeaked as Key turned his head, and he heard the other say something.
"Hey, uhm.." The stranger started, his hands shoved in the pockets of his jacket. "Can I take you home?"
Key felt his heart stop for a moment and instantly resumed beating, only four times faster the usual speed. His cheeks were burning and his face reddened, not even daring to look into the stranger's eyes.
He heard the other chuckle before Key turned, an invisible question mark displayed on the top of his head. "I'm sorry; I think I said it in the wrong way."
Key clicked his head to the side, now looking at the other man with a confused expression on. "Huh?"
"Can I take you home? You know, not my home, to your, uhm- Aish!" The stranger scratched his nape, before kicking a stone resting on the ground. And Key just finds it all too adorable. "Can I, can I walk you to your house?"
Key found himself nodding head, smiling to himself as he caught the stranger smiling, too. Key noticed how the corner of the other's eyes crinkle and lit up, as he then supported himself on the nearby pole. Damn knees. "Mm, let's go?"
The walk was silent, and comfortable, but still too short for his liking. Key knew he unintentionally made his paces smaller, just to lengthen the way to his apartment. And maybe he took the longer routes and ways, but of course, the stranger didn't need to know that.
"So, this is it." Key stood on the steps by the entrance of the building, as he was now a few inches taller than the other. "Wow, I think this is the first time I saw the crown of your head."
The stranger laughed, and Key unknowingly smiled too as the deep, tingling voice rang in his ears. “What about it?”
“Nothing. Don’t you want to cut your hair?” Key reached out, touching the ends of the curls falling to the stranger’s shoulders. The strands tangled in his fingers were soft and long, a shining brown and black when struck by light.
“Do you want me to?” The other asked, looking up those curious feline eyes.
“No, it suits you.” Key answered while keeping his focus on the soft threads intertwined with his fingers. Key twisted his index finger, seemingly occupied with playing with the other’s hair.
It was cold and quiet, the stillness covering the both of them as Key realized just how close they were. He can almost smell the other and he felt the body heat radiating from the stranger, as Key looked down and retracted his hand back.
“Oh, sorry.” Key pulled his hand as he realized what he was doing, glancing a bit at the other man.
“It’s okay.” The stranger assured him. “Go in, it’s getting colder.”
“Yeah.” Key replied, his tone dropping. And he instantly straightened up; he can’t let the other notice that. “Good night.”
Key turned around, not noticing that the corner of the concrete was just a millimeter in gap from his body. And as fast as the events turned out, Key bumped his head hard against the wall, and a grunt was heard as he crouched and held his head. “Oww..”
And again, that low tone of chuckling was in his ears as the stranger kneeled next to him and rubbed his head, putting a bit of pressure to the swollen spot. “Simply so interesting.”
“What?”
“Nothing,” The stranger smiled as he continued to massage the smaller’s head. “Expect a big bump tomorrow.”
“Well, duh.” The stranger then applied more pressure on the spot which made Key shriek in surprise. “Oww! Don’t do that!”
Key found himself frowning as the other man laughed his heart out, obviously amused by picking on him. “Put some ice on your head, it will lessen the hurt that way.”
“I will.”
And again, another wave of silence covers the two of them as the stranger coughed, looking away down the road. “So, good night.” He whispered, the tone of his voice now more serious.
The stranger was about to leave when Key shot his hand up, clutching onto the other’s arm tightly. Key didn’t dare to look up as the man gave him a curious glance, asking through his deep doe eyes why he was held back. “Is there a problem?”
“No, uhm..” Key fiddled with his fingers, before releasing out a sigh and putting his hands in his pockets. “I didn’t quite catch your name.”
He has been thinking of asking this for weeks now, and now he finally did it. It was like a big weight was lifted out of his curious mind and his stomach churned, looking up curiously as Key expected an answer from the man facing him.
The stranger just gave him a smile, suddenly pulling Key’s soft body in his chest and encircled his arms around the smaller. And before Key can even comprehend what was happening, his mind went blank as he felt warm lips in contact with his forehead, exactly on the same spot where he hit his head.
His cheeks were burning and his heart was hammering in his chest. Key felt himself drowning in those brown orbs as the stranger smirked at him and suddenly pulled away, and Key instantly missed the heat departing from his skin.
“Keroro.” He said, smiling sincerely as he shoved his hands back to his own pockets. “My name’s Keroro.”
“Are you joking with me?”
“As a matter of fact, I think I am.” The stranger laughed as he finished his statement, every breath he let out formed a seemingly transparent cloud out of his mouth. “Go in.”
Key rolled his eyes, as he turned around and is now more aware of the wall behind him. “Fine. Good night.”
“See you next week.” The stranger said before he too, turned around and started to walk down the road. Key followed the wide of the other’s back getting smaller and smaller, his silhouette following his steps and altering for every lamp post he passes by.
Key replayed the events of the night in his head, a certain “See you next week.” still imprinted in his ears.
Definitely.
Hit Counters
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A/N: Finally, haha. Hmm, should I write a sequel? This just kinda popped out of my head. And I'm thinking of continuing this, 'cause some say that I should stop leaving them hanging every single time. Haha. Comments and reactions are very much welcome. So, please? ^^
Genre: Fluff, Romance
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Only the plot is mine.
Summary: At first, they were just strangers, innocently meeting every Friday nights at the children's park. And neither one of them knew it would eventually develop into a need of something more.
_______________________________________________________________________
It was a rough ten minutes to midnight on a cold Friday night. The soft blowing of wind crushed against the metal swings of the old children's park, the temperature of his body lowering to the coldness seeping through his clothes and in his skin. The place was dirty and deserted that almost nobody visits, but it was satisfactory as a momentary getaway. Just enough for the both of them.
The pair of individuals say nothing as the silence that covers becomes a statement only they can understand. The two have been meeting there for almost a month now, every Fridays at approximately sometime around nine until twelve in the midnight. And usually they extend, because Key stubbornly reasons that time flies by just too fast and he has a lot more to talk about.
But Key was running out of excuses, and as of now, he had nothing more to cover his want to stay. The reason was very simple, actually. He just wanted to be with the handsome stranger longer, and of course, he can't forwardly tell that to the other person.
It was unusual for him, being drawn to an almost acquaintance. Key knew that the other was a soccer player, a forward position in the team and some details about the sport that Key had no idea about. Key knew the other was the youngest in his family, and that his father is also a soccer coach who made him who he is now. Key also knew that the other absolutely despised losing, as they had a few bets before and he would do anything to win.
But other than that, there was nothing else. Probably because most of the time they meet was just him talking and ranting, with the stranger listening and laughing whenever appropriate.
Key doesn't know his name, his age, or where he lives. Key doesn't know his favorite color or his ideal types. And most of the time, Key doesn't know what the other is thinking. But Key knows that his knees get weak when the other smiles, good thing that he's sitting on the cramped swings, and not standing.
Maybe there was something about being kept hidden in their eyes, giving each other a sense of freedom without labels. Key never asked for his name, but the stranger never did, too. Maybe there was something about skipping the formalities and basics of human social ethics, trying to keep the sparking interest of knowing everything and nothing at the same time. And he didn't mind, not at a single bit.
Key looked down on his covered feet, pushing himself up as he finally decided that it was time to go home. He dusted the particles stuck to his pants and wiped his hands, getting rid of the rusty smell from metal swings. The other swing also squeaked as Key turned his head, and he heard the other say something.
"Hey, uhm.." The stranger started, his hands shoved in the pockets of his jacket. "Can I take you home?"
Key felt his heart stop for a moment and instantly resumed beating, only four times faster the usual speed. His cheeks were burning and his face reddened, not even daring to look into the stranger's eyes.
He heard the other chuckle before Key turned, an invisible question mark displayed on the top of his head. "I'm sorry; I think I said it in the wrong way."
Key clicked his head to the side, now looking at the other man with a confused expression on. "Huh?"
"Can I take you home? You know, not my home, to your, uhm- Aish!" The stranger scratched his nape, before kicking a stone resting on the ground. And Key just finds it all too adorable. "Can I, can I walk you to your house?"
Key found himself nodding head, smiling to himself as he caught the stranger smiling, too. Key noticed how the corner of the other's eyes crinkle and lit up, as he then supported himself on the nearby pole. Damn knees. "Mm, let's go?"
The walk was silent, and comfortable, but still too short for his liking. Key knew he unintentionally made his paces smaller, just to lengthen the way to his apartment. And maybe he took the longer routes and ways, but of course, the stranger didn't need to know that.
"So, this is it." Key stood on the steps by the entrance of the building, as he was now a few inches taller than the other. "Wow, I think this is the first time I saw the crown of your head."
The stranger laughed, and Key unknowingly smiled too as the deep, tingling voice rang in his ears. “What about it?”
“Nothing. Don’t you want to cut your hair?” Key reached out, touching the ends of the curls falling to the stranger’s shoulders. The strands tangled in his fingers were soft and long, a shining brown and black when struck by light.
“Do you want me to?” The other asked, looking up those curious feline eyes.
“No, it suits you.” Key answered while keeping his focus on the soft threads intertwined with his fingers. Key twisted his index finger, seemingly occupied with playing with the other’s hair.
It was cold and quiet, the stillness covering the both of them as Key realized just how close they were. He can almost smell the other and he felt the body heat radiating from the stranger, as Key looked down and retracted his hand back.
“Oh, sorry.” Key pulled his hand as he realized what he was doing, glancing a bit at the other man.
“It’s okay.” The stranger assured him. “Go in, it’s getting colder.”
“Yeah.” Key replied, his tone dropping. And he instantly straightened up; he can’t let the other notice that. “Good night.”
Key turned around, not noticing that the corner of the concrete was just a millimeter in gap from his body. And as fast as the events turned out, Key bumped his head hard against the wall, and a grunt was heard as he crouched and held his head. “Oww..”
And again, that low tone of chuckling was in his ears as the stranger kneeled next to him and rubbed his head, putting a bit of pressure to the swollen spot. “Simply so interesting.”
“What?”
“Nothing,” The stranger smiled as he continued to massage the smaller’s head. “Expect a big bump tomorrow.”
“Well, duh.” The stranger then applied more pressure on the spot which made Key shriek in surprise. “Oww! Don’t do that!”
Key found himself frowning as the other man laughed his heart out, obviously amused by picking on him. “Put some ice on your head, it will lessen the hurt that way.”
“I will.”
And again, another wave of silence covers the two of them as the stranger coughed, looking away down the road. “So, good night.” He whispered, the tone of his voice now more serious.
The stranger was about to leave when Key shot his hand up, clutching onto the other’s arm tightly. Key didn’t dare to look up as the man gave him a curious glance, asking through his deep doe eyes why he was held back. “Is there a problem?”
“No, uhm..” Key fiddled with his fingers, before releasing out a sigh and putting his hands in his pockets. “I didn’t quite catch your name.”
He has been thinking of asking this for weeks now, and now he finally did it. It was like a big weight was lifted out of his curious mind and his stomach churned, looking up curiously as Key expected an answer from the man facing him.
The stranger just gave him a smile, suddenly pulling Key’s soft body in his chest and encircled his arms around the smaller. And before Key can even comprehend what was happening, his mind went blank as he felt warm lips in contact with his forehead, exactly on the same spot where he hit his head.
His cheeks were burning and his heart was hammering in his chest. Key felt himself drowning in those brown orbs as the stranger smirked at him and suddenly pulled away, and Key instantly missed the heat departing from his skin.
“Keroro.” He said, smiling sincerely as he shoved his hands back to his own pockets. “My name’s Keroro.”
“Are you joking with me?”
“As a matter of fact, I think I am.” The stranger laughed as he finished his statement, every breath he let out formed a seemingly transparent cloud out of his mouth. “Go in.”
Key rolled his eyes, as he turned around and is now more aware of the wall behind him. “Fine. Good night.”
“See you next week.” The stranger said before he too, turned around and started to walk down the road. Key followed the wide of the other’s back getting smaller and smaller, his silhouette following his steps and altering for every lamp post he passes by.
Key replayed the events of the night in his head, a certain “See you next week.” still imprinted in his ears.
Definitely.
Hit Counters
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A/N: Finally, haha. Hmm, should I write a sequel? This just kinda popped out of my head. And I'm thinking of continuing this, 'cause some say that I should stop leaving them hanging every single time. Haha. Comments and reactions are very much welcome. So, please? ^^