Tutor; PG
Pairing: Minkey
Genre: Fluff(?)
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Only the plot is mine.
Summary: Kibum has been tutoring him English all day, and Minho was simply saying his thanks.
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(credits to the picture's owner)
The midnight ring from the grandfather clock wakes him up, adding a far off sound to his ears as his hearing was full of Kibum’s lectures and whatnot. Hours have passed and they were still stuck in the bedroom, and it will remain as it is until his tutor approves that he can pass the English test tomorrow, barely or even hanging along the C-minus marks. Minho’s sighs were muffled against the desk, his forehead resting on his arm as he spins the pen along his fingers, maybe hoping for a magical list of codes for the questionnaire Kibum handed over to him. No answers, no sleep, and his tutor’s words playing repeatedly in his head.
A few minutes after and judgmental eyes were roaming all over the words on the paper, slim fingers clutching on the sheet as Kibum thoroughly checked the answers before him. “Can I sleep now?” The deep voice asked, leaning on the corner of the table as he removed the glasses off his face.
“I think so.” Kibum said, not even bothering to keep the yawn from breaking out as his slanted eyes met the other’s doe ones, exhaustion and desperation for sleep painted in them. “Good night, Minho.” He then paces to the door as he heads for his own room, holds his nape and rubs it to ease the stiffness accumulating, not even noticing the other’s body catching up with his.
Maybe it was the sleepiness that caused Kibum’s vision to suddenly blur and twist, but maybe it wasn’t as he feels his body turn, also noticing a small impact against his back. “Listen.” The taller whispered against Kibum’s lips, the latter’s body held up against the door as Minho kept his grip in place, tightly locked around Kibum’s wrist.
Eyes unmoved and gazes fixed, Key searched for the smallest hint that Minho was joking, eventually finding none of it as Minho’s eyes were dead serious. His vision was misty as a wave of hot breath was blown to his glasses, forming a white cloud in his eyes. “Thank you, Kibum.” Minho whispered, hints of mint drifting to his nose as Kibum unconsciously smiled, seeing his student's lips upturned and sincere.
“You’re welcome.”
_______________________________________________________________________A/N: I was browsing through my Minkey folder last night, and this picture kinda caught my eye. So I thought I'd share the drabble I made up with you guys. :)
Genre: Fluff(?)
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Only the plot is mine.
Summary: Kibum has been tutoring him English all day, and Minho was simply saying his thanks.
_______________________________________________________________________
(credits to the picture's owner)
The midnight ring from the grandfather clock wakes him up, adding a far off sound to his ears as his hearing was full of Kibum’s lectures and whatnot. Hours have passed and they were still stuck in the bedroom, and it will remain as it is until his tutor approves that he can pass the English test tomorrow, barely or even hanging along the C-minus marks. Minho’s sighs were muffled against the desk, his forehead resting on his arm as he spins the pen along his fingers, maybe hoping for a magical list of codes for the questionnaire Kibum handed over to him. No answers, no sleep, and his tutor’s words playing repeatedly in his head.
A few minutes after and judgmental eyes were roaming all over the words on the paper, slim fingers clutching on the sheet as Kibum thoroughly checked the answers before him. “Can I sleep now?” The deep voice asked, leaning on the corner of the table as he removed the glasses off his face.
“I think so.” Kibum said, not even bothering to keep the yawn from breaking out as his slanted eyes met the other’s doe ones, exhaustion and desperation for sleep painted in them. “Good night, Minho.” He then paces to the door as he heads for his own room, holds his nape and rubs it to ease the stiffness accumulating, not even noticing the other’s body catching up with his.
Maybe it was the sleepiness that caused Kibum’s vision to suddenly blur and twist, but maybe it wasn’t as he feels his body turn, also noticing a small impact against his back. “Listen.” The taller whispered against Kibum’s lips, the latter’s body held up against the door as Minho kept his grip in place, tightly locked around Kibum’s wrist.
Eyes unmoved and gazes fixed, Key searched for the smallest hint that Minho was joking, eventually finding none of it as Minho’s eyes were dead serious. His vision was misty as a wave of hot breath was blown to his glasses, forming a white cloud in his eyes. “Thank you, Kibum.” Minho whispered, hints of mint drifting to his nose as Kibum unconsciously smiled, seeing his student's lips upturned and sincere.
“You’re welcome.”
_______________________________________________________________________A/N: I was browsing through my Minkey folder last night, and this picture kinda caught my eye. So I thought I'd share the drabble I made up with you guys. :)