SSS 2012: For lubzyou
For: lubzyou
From: Your Secret Santa
Title: Why We Keep Teddy Bears
Pairing: Minho/Key
Rating: PG
Warnings: swearing, hints of homophobia
Authors’ Notes: did you know that birds have to chirp louder, thus straining their ‘voices’, in big cities, because otherwise they don’t get enough attention to get fed? So sad ): shiiiit, what am I rambling about here. Emh… I really liked the prompt it gave me a lot of freedom! You want fluff, you’ll get fluff! <3
Key had never minded sleeping alone. As a child he wasn't particularly fond of teddy bears and growing up he had kept too busy to honestly long for a partner. Somewhere in his late teenage years he met Minho and suddenly that changed.
Minho had been tall and handsome, funny and most importantly one of the most honest people Key had ever met. They had to become friends, Key had known so right away. And thus, thanks to him mostly, they almost instantly became best friends, doing just about everything together.
The more time they spent together, the more lonely Key felt without his best friend though, causing him to, firstly: buy a stupid teddy bear that he would start sleeping with every once in a while, though he hated himself for doing so, and secondly (and more importantly too), it caused him to one day ask his friend a question which could influence both their life’s deeply;
"Why don't we move in together?"
"Excuse me?"
It wasn't exactly a usual trait for Key to be nervous but now he felt just so. There was an unusual tension in the air and his voice had been shaking slightly. Maybe rightfully so, since Minho was laughing already. He wasn't going to give up though. It was a good idea and Minho would be stupid to reject him.
"We're starting university in Seoul in two months and you still have nowhere to live..." he paused briefly to give Minho a chance to finish his sentence, like he sometimes did, but was met with nothing but a raised eyebrow. "You could live with me. We could live together."
"Tt's not a bad suggestion. But you're gay, Key. I mean... I'm not going to live with a.. A guy like you, not even though you're my best friend."
Key rolled his eyes, trying his best to seem like this was all some kind of joke to him.
"Just... Try it out, will you? For the next month. You can search for somewhere else in the meantime if you want. But I'm not going to leave you here, on the countryside." He was being stubborn about this, knowing deep in his heart that Minho would yield to his every will if he was annoying enough about it.
Key judged that Minho wasn't swayed just yet though and added a soft; "please?"
The taller of the two smiled indulgently at the shorter, knowing very well were this would be going. He could fight it if he wanted, but either he was being especially lazy on this particular day or maybe he just… kind of wanted to move in with his best friend, despite said friend being gay.
"Sure, why not. I'll move in with you." he left it unsaid that it was only temporarily and that he was going to move out as soon as he found something else, mostly because he wasn’t really sure if he would want to move out ever. He already knew that his friend was diligent when cleaning and probably overall not bad for a roommate.
The whole gay-thing was still a major problem for him though; maybe his less homo-friendly friends would stop visiting him, maybe Key would have these wild parties that only ever happen in movies, or just maybe it was infectious.
Still, those worries weren’t merely enough to stop him from moving in just a few days later.
~
From the very day Minho moved in he was greeted with a happy 'good morning' every day and a hot cup of coffee.
Key could be loud and rude and way too straight-forward but he was also funny and caring and generally a sweet guy to live with. Actually, it was pretty much the same as being friends with him, only… closer. Minho refused to admit it, but he really enjoyed living with his best friend even if he was gay.
He didn't really realize exactly when, but probably somewhere between Key's messy morning hair and passion for girls' dances, Minho fell in love. And he fell hard.
At first he blamed Key. He had suspected this entire gay-thing for being infectious from the start. It didn’t take him long to figure that it wasn’t because being gay was infection, but because Key was infectious. Everything about him made you addicted and Minho never ever ever wanted to let him go.
The bare thought of moving away from him haunted him and at the end of the trial-month Key had enticed him to do, he went to the other boy’s room to talk with him.
Key was sitting on his bed with his laptop in his hands and a cup of what was probably cold tea on the nightstand next to him.
"I want to stay."
“You want to what?” The fashionably dressed boy looked up, surprise written all over his face.
”I want to stay, but… we can’t manage without a living room.”
Key was laughing by now, from confusion and happiness. “Sorry Minho, this apartment only has two rooms aside from kitchen and bathroom, so I don’t really know how you’re going to get us a living room?”
“We could sleep together.”
Key rolled his eyes, oblivious to the fact that Minho was being serious.
“You’re gay, right? I don’t see why you would mind sharing a bed with me.”
Minho knew, he knew, that this wasn’t the way to ask Key to date him but he couldn’t bring himself to do it properly. Alas, this was how it turned out; very non-romantically and possibly even deteriorating their friendship instead of developing it into what Minho really wanted now.
“You shitty fucker!” Key yelled only halfheartedly angry, throwing a newly purchased plush bunny after Minho. “You don’t talk to your friends like that!”
He threw it because it was the only thing in his reach, but seeing it fly through the air reminded him why he had invited Minho to live with him in the first place; he had, for the first time in his life, felt lonely after meeting Minho. Trying to fill out an empty space with a plush animal had turned out not to so effectively as he had been lead to believe by a young nephew.
The taller of the two still look perplexed when the grey plush animal hit his stomach so softly he barely noticed it, but just kept looking baffled at his angry friend, until he realized that it was his move, and he had to do something for them to move along;
“Oh God, Key, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to say it like that, you know I don’t mind, really-” he was interrupted by a loud snort.
“Were you trying to ask me out, Choi Minho? Because you’re definitely not doing a very good job at it.”
For what seemed like a very long moment Minho genuinely believed that Key was able to read his thoughts. There was no way any regular person would have been able to figure out, what he was trying to say earlier had tried to cover up for Minho being in love.
He had no idea what to answer and just hoped that Key was able to read his mind once again (HELL FUCKING YES I WAS, WILL YOU?! PLEASE?), while all he really did was nod.
Key nodded back, only confirming Minho’s believe in his mind reading abilities.
“Yeah, I guess I will go on a date with you.”
Key turned off his laptop and rose from his bed. “But don’t you dare think that just any gay man will fall straight into your arms when you ask them to. I hate ignorant people.”
Minho just smiled stupidly, watching as Key put on his airy summer jacket and swiftly checking his reflection in the mirror. “Okay, are we going on this date or what?” Key, now noticing Minho’s smile, returned it with a rare, genuinely sweet one of his own.
~
It was a fun, light, fluffy date with all the elements Key thought a date should have; flowers, jokes, food, long lasting eye contact, and interlaced fingers. Obviously he was walked to the door as well, and then even further; all the way in to their shared apartment from where Key dragged Minho with him into his room.
“Do you like me, Choi Minho?”
“A lot. I like you a lot, Key. And even more than that.” Minho had always had the most candid expression Key could imagine and his eyes were even sweeter than a girl’s, exposing just how innocent he really was.
“Then… If you really want to.. you can sleep in here with me from now on.” A mischievous smile had spread on Key’s lips, but Minho noticed nothing save for his words.
He had to reach down just a tad but Key had seen it coming (there we go again, with the mind reading) and tilted his head backwards, so that they met in a perfect, innocent kiss. Key had a fragrance of vanilla and Chinese herbs and his mouth tasted of the coke they shared earlier.
To Key, Minho smelled of cedar and memories of high school and most prominently ashen rose. Once he got the taste of the coke they had shared he got eager, making their kiss much less innocent, though not less perfect at all.
~
A ray of sun tickling his face woke up Key the next day. His room was already bright and the birds were chirping loudly outside. A pleasant smell of wood and sweat and coca cola filled the air and he couldn’t help but to plaster a huge smile on his face.
He turned around in the big bed, tugging the sheets closely and spent a good fifteen minutes just staring at the sleeping body next to him before he bothered to wake him up.
Softly, ever so gently at first, he had tried to wake him up by tracing a finger along the well-defined muscles of his black haired boyfriend. When he realized that it wasn’t going to be quiet that easy to wake him up his thoughts quickly escalated to methods far more sexual.
Unfortunately he didn’t have any chance to actually do anything before Minho took a deep breath and blinked his eyes at the bright rays of sun. His first action in his new awake and in-love condition was to turn to his boyfriend and kiss him, warm breaths mingling, smile against smile.
“Good morning sweetie.”
“Yeah, it is, isn’t it?” Key answered with a chuckle. He put his arms around Minho’s neck and pulled him in for another kiss, convinced that would never be able to feel lonely again as long as he had Minho this close, and from the same reason completely forgetting his rather new plush bunny; it wouldn’t be used for hugging and loving and sleeping like most plush animals are; instead it would be used for throwing in not so angry-fights, or maybe better yet, as a gift for someone who would appreciate silly stuffed animals.
Either way, Key didn’t care. His thoughts were well occupied by now and would be for the next many mornings to come.
From: Your Secret Santa
Title: Why We Keep Teddy Bears
Pairing: Minho/Key
Rating: PG
Warnings: swearing, hints of homophobia
Authors’ Notes: did you know that birds have to chirp louder, thus straining their ‘voices’, in big cities, because otherwise they don’t get enough attention to get fed? So sad ): shiiiit, what am I rambling about here. Emh… I really liked the prompt it gave me a lot of freedom! You want fluff, you’ll get fluff! <3
Key had never minded sleeping alone. As a child he wasn't particularly fond of teddy bears and growing up he had kept too busy to honestly long for a partner. Somewhere in his late teenage years he met Minho and suddenly that changed.
Minho had been tall and handsome, funny and most importantly one of the most honest people Key had ever met. They had to become friends, Key had known so right away. And thus, thanks to him mostly, they almost instantly became best friends, doing just about everything together.
The more time they spent together, the more lonely Key felt without his best friend though, causing him to, firstly: buy a stupid teddy bear that he would start sleeping with every once in a while, though he hated himself for doing so, and secondly (and more importantly too), it caused him to one day ask his friend a question which could influence both their life’s deeply;
"Why don't we move in together?"
"Excuse me?"
It wasn't exactly a usual trait for Key to be nervous but now he felt just so. There was an unusual tension in the air and his voice had been shaking slightly. Maybe rightfully so, since Minho was laughing already. He wasn't going to give up though. It was a good idea and Minho would be stupid to reject him.
"We're starting university in Seoul in two months and you still have nowhere to live..." he paused briefly to give Minho a chance to finish his sentence, like he sometimes did, but was met with nothing but a raised eyebrow. "You could live with me. We could live together."
"Tt's not a bad suggestion. But you're gay, Key. I mean... I'm not going to live with a.. A guy like you, not even though you're my best friend."
Key rolled his eyes, trying his best to seem like this was all some kind of joke to him.
"Just... Try it out, will you? For the next month. You can search for somewhere else in the meantime if you want. But I'm not going to leave you here, on the countryside." He was being stubborn about this, knowing deep in his heart that Minho would yield to his every will if he was annoying enough about it.
Key judged that Minho wasn't swayed just yet though and added a soft; "please?"
The taller of the two smiled indulgently at the shorter, knowing very well were this would be going. He could fight it if he wanted, but either he was being especially lazy on this particular day or maybe he just… kind of wanted to move in with his best friend, despite said friend being gay.
"Sure, why not. I'll move in with you." he left it unsaid that it was only temporarily and that he was going to move out as soon as he found something else, mostly because he wasn’t really sure if he would want to move out ever. He already knew that his friend was diligent when cleaning and probably overall not bad for a roommate.
The whole gay-thing was still a major problem for him though; maybe his less homo-friendly friends would stop visiting him, maybe Key would have these wild parties that only ever happen in movies, or just maybe it was infectious.
Still, those worries weren’t merely enough to stop him from moving in just a few days later.
~
From the very day Minho moved in he was greeted with a happy 'good morning' every day and a hot cup of coffee.
Key could be loud and rude and way too straight-forward but he was also funny and caring and generally a sweet guy to live with. Actually, it was pretty much the same as being friends with him, only… closer. Minho refused to admit it, but he really enjoyed living with his best friend even if he was gay.
He didn't really realize exactly when, but probably somewhere between Key's messy morning hair and passion for girls' dances, Minho fell in love. And he fell hard.
At first he blamed Key. He had suspected this entire gay-thing for being infectious from the start. It didn’t take him long to figure that it wasn’t because being gay was infection, but because Key was infectious. Everything about him made you addicted and Minho never ever ever wanted to let him go.
The bare thought of moving away from him haunted him and at the end of the trial-month Key had enticed him to do, he went to the other boy’s room to talk with him.
Key was sitting on his bed with his laptop in his hands and a cup of what was probably cold tea on the nightstand next to him.
"I want to stay."
“You want to what?” The fashionably dressed boy looked up, surprise written all over his face.
”I want to stay, but… we can’t manage without a living room.”
Key was laughing by now, from confusion and happiness. “Sorry Minho, this apartment only has two rooms aside from kitchen and bathroom, so I don’t really know how you’re going to get us a living room?”
“We could sleep together.”
Key rolled his eyes, oblivious to the fact that Minho was being serious.
“You’re gay, right? I don’t see why you would mind sharing a bed with me.”
Minho knew, he knew, that this wasn’t the way to ask Key to date him but he couldn’t bring himself to do it properly. Alas, this was how it turned out; very non-romantically and possibly even deteriorating their friendship instead of developing it into what Minho really wanted now.
“You shitty fucker!” Key yelled only halfheartedly angry, throwing a newly purchased plush bunny after Minho. “You don’t talk to your friends like that!”
He threw it because it was the only thing in his reach, but seeing it fly through the air reminded him why he had invited Minho to live with him in the first place; he had, for the first time in his life, felt lonely after meeting Minho. Trying to fill out an empty space with a plush animal had turned out not to so effectively as he had been lead to believe by a young nephew.
The taller of the two still look perplexed when the grey plush animal hit his stomach so softly he barely noticed it, but just kept looking baffled at his angry friend, until he realized that it was his move, and he had to do something for them to move along;
“Oh God, Key, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to say it like that, you know I don’t mind, really-” he was interrupted by a loud snort.
“Were you trying to ask me out, Choi Minho? Because you’re definitely not doing a very good job at it.”
For what seemed like a very long moment Minho genuinely believed that Key was able to read his thoughts. There was no way any regular person would have been able to figure out, what he was trying to say earlier had tried to cover up for Minho being in love.
He had no idea what to answer and just hoped that Key was able to read his mind once again (HELL FUCKING YES I WAS, WILL YOU?! PLEASE?), while all he really did was nod.
Key nodded back, only confirming Minho’s believe in his mind reading abilities.
“Yeah, I guess I will go on a date with you.”
Key turned off his laptop and rose from his bed. “But don’t you dare think that just any gay man will fall straight into your arms when you ask them to. I hate ignorant people.”
Minho just smiled stupidly, watching as Key put on his airy summer jacket and swiftly checking his reflection in the mirror. “Okay, are we going on this date or what?” Key, now noticing Minho’s smile, returned it with a rare, genuinely sweet one of his own.
~
It was a fun, light, fluffy date with all the elements Key thought a date should have; flowers, jokes, food, long lasting eye contact, and interlaced fingers. Obviously he was walked to the door as well, and then even further; all the way in to their shared apartment from where Key dragged Minho with him into his room.
“Do you like me, Choi Minho?”
“A lot. I like you a lot, Key. And even more than that.” Minho had always had the most candid expression Key could imagine and his eyes were even sweeter than a girl’s, exposing just how innocent he really was.
“Then… If you really want to.. you can sleep in here with me from now on.” A mischievous smile had spread on Key’s lips, but Minho noticed nothing save for his words.
He had to reach down just a tad but Key had seen it coming (there we go again, with the mind reading) and tilted his head backwards, so that they met in a perfect, innocent kiss. Key had a fragrance of vanilla and Chinese herbs and his mouth tasted of the coke they shared earlier.
To Key, Minho smelled of cedar and memories of high school and most prominently ashen rose. Once he got the taste of the coke they had shared he got eager, making their kiss much less innocent, though not less perfect at all.
~
A ray of sun tickling his face woke up Key the next day. His room was already bright and the birds were chirping loudly outside. A pleasant smell of wood and sweat and coca cola filled the air and he couldn’t help but to plaster a huge smile on his face.
He turned around in the big bed, tugging the sheets closely and spent a good fifteen minutes just staring at the sleeping body next to him before he bothered to wake him up.
Softly, ever so gently at first, he had tried to wake him up by tracing a finger along the well-defined muscles of his black haired boyfriend. When he realized that it wasn’t going to be quiet that easy to wake him up his thoughts quickly escalated to methods far more sexual.
Unfortunately he didn’t have any chance to actually do anything before Minho took a deep breath and blinked his eyes at the bright rays of sun. His first action in his new awake and in-love condition was to turn to his boyfriend and kiss him, warm breaths mingling, smile against smile.
“Good morning sweetie.”
“Yeah, it is, isn’t it?” Key answered with a chuckle. He put his arms around Minho’s neck and pulled him in for another kiss, convinced that would never be able to feel lonely again as long as he had Minho this close, and from the same reason completely forgetting his rather new plush bunny; it wouldn’t be used for hugging and loving and sleeping like most plush animals are; instead it would be used for throwing in not so angry-fights, or maybe better yet, as a gift for someone who would appreciate silly stuffed animals.
Either way, Key didn’t care. His thoughts were well occupied by now and would be for the next many mornings to come.