Rocketeer
Title: Rocketeer
Length: Drabble (?)
Author: slickcaffeine
Pairing: Onew/chibi!Key
Genre: AU, Fantasy, Fluff
Rating: G
Summary: Lonely boy Kibum, met his angel to provide a hope to relieve his sorrow, bring him along to sweet happiness.
A/N: ohhai ! i'm comeback yeah xp kinda give an refreshment from my short hiatus lols highly insipired by Far East Movement - Rocketeer, OH HOW I LOOOVE THAT SONG <33 yeah you can listen while reading, cause just in case it seems make lot sense xD and yeah, a recommendation 8D
With you right here, i'm a Rocketeer.
- Far East Movement -
~*~*~
Morose little boy, sitting with legs folded in his chest, while his tiny hands holding around his legs. He suppress his face on his knees with surrender. Brown-nigrescent hair gently caressed by the breeze, covering a veiled sadness on his cute looks. The boy was under shady tree that shed its golden yellow leaves, made the atmosphere surrounding was peaceful and cool, but not as well as he.
Feels lonely, so desolate, only the gentle sound of the wind blast that came in the afternoon early evening. That's where he set his legs, at the corner of the large field where children like to play to fill the time, joking fun with their little friends. The sky looks red, signifying the sun will soon greet bye for tomorrow. If in general the sweet creatures ages 3 to 5 years are required to go home, but rather the boy was still remain silent, enjoying his solitude. No. He didn't enjoy, but certainly mourn. Not just on this afternoon he's moping under the tree. The boy was like a lost hope, homeless. He was just feeling lonely, somehow the thing like every time he trying to find someone willing to take him share and play is something that's most difficult. Sometimes he doesn't understand why. He wasn't a physically handicapped kid nor mentally. He's cute, very cute with chubby cheeks, thick eyebrows and that delicate pure milky skin. He was a handsome little boy. If it was his specialty as something to attract a friend, is certainly guessed wrong.
His round eyes was still staring at the ground decorated with stones and leaves scattered all around. He doesn't care if currently his parents feel anxious over his disappearance, and take steps to find anywhere until they meet with their little sweetheart. And he thinks it will never happen. If he came home, yet everything is still will feel the same. No one can take him frolic, except Joobong, white-fur Angora cat who resided at the back terrace at his house since he was born. Mum and Dad, most of their minds distracted by urgent work, that often left him speaking with the wall or watercolor and drawing paper. He was quite bored and tired of all this, he wanted to grilling the world that said is very spacious, looking for something that makes his eyes wide with amazement, pulled out that happy laugh, with friends, well even if only one, never mind, it was more than enough, whoever he/she is. If God is fair, as noted by his beloved grandmother that had gone for ever, He will not let His servants slumped in grief. But that statement seemed to turn away with what that happened. He wasn't able to alone, and that's the thing that still torturing his pure conscience.
At the moment, a drop clear tear break the silence, flood his rounded eyelids. The young boy was crying, for an umpteenth time, in the same place. But he thinks nobody on this earth will hear his cries, because from the beginning was no one cares to him. Oh, how he needs a friend. Every time he came here, see the sights of the children who delighted in hilarity, truly unfortunate, he wasn't included in. He has repeatedly tried to attempt to get closer, but whatever power, both his legs so stiff to be moved, so did his tiny lips that so hard to say 'Hey you guys! Can I come join?'. His body was ordered to wait, waiting for an invitation that came towards him, though he knew it was a mistake. Guilt caused by shyness and nervousness which is more dominate. From the beginning he moved to this town, everything felt strange and different. His heart wasn't yet able to accept those new things.
Only one his wish. Eliminate loneliness that enveloped him and invite him to go and play wherever, to where he wants. But whether God will hear his demand? If God is solomonic, properly the slightest pray will arrive at His, it's the judgement which he considers correct because he thought his grandma's phrase is a lie.
Until the night ahead, the little boy was still crying. Just that he could do. His body was shaking, along with the tears that flowed freely, overwhelmed his face that sunk on his knees. The stars in the sky as though faded, feels moved to accompany his solitary. If only there was someone who heard the screams of his heart, somebody who saw his existence, be gracious to him and reaches out to revelers, take him away from his deserted world. Not sure when this is all over, the boy was just hoping there will come a miracle that the Lord will be given for him.
"What are you doing here, sweetie...?"
And that's when the magic happens.
The kid lifted his head, to seeing clearly the owner of that voice. The figure was in such a way as soft as his voice. His face was so luminous, with straight brunette hair that falls flimsily, his skin is as smooth and white as pearls. His eagle eyes, full of mysterious serenity, but radiates humility that melt the soul. His sweet broad smile, so warm and friendly. And the perfect figure was wrapped in a white robe that reached down to his ankles. Don't know and didn't have time to think where does the figure come, the kid was already stunned to see his splendor.
His plain thoughts began to wonder. Is he really an angel as stated by the people...? But why no object that float like a halo over his head? And also... why he didn't have wings...?
"My dear, why are you crying all alone here...?"
Again, the soft voice reverberate. Apparently the boy feels better stay here until the next day to listen to the rhythm of the voice of the dazzling angel. He's really gorgeous like a dream. And the boy has no reason why he so admired the angel despite the fact that the angel is a male like him. Kibum still staring at him, with admiration, ignoring the question because the figure is more caught his attention.
"Honey, do you hear my words...?"
And now he looked down at the boy, wiping the tears with his subtle hands in the little boy's plump eyes that still glazed. The kid could hardly breathe because of the angel's face was close to him, his beautiful eyes makes the little boy was lost for words.
"What's your name, cutie...?"
The same thing was about to be asked by the boy. With a shy, the boy was looked down to hide his cute face flushed, say his name with typical cute kids accent as he stammered.
"Uh, i'm... my name is... Kibummie... Kim Kibum."
The angel smiled, thinking that the cutie who was in front of his feel sheepish of him. He caressed a bit messy little kid hair, lifted up his face overlooking him.
"Well, Kibummie, good boy shouldn't put a blue face like that," he said while giving a kiss on his cheek to eliminate the sorrow that's still exposed in his face. Seeing the boy's sweet face growing flushed, making angel chuckled.
"That's good, baby. Well now, can you tell me why you're weeping alone here, darling...?"
Affectionately calls like that have no end make the kid blushed. But the question just now makes him a little jolt, and his grim face return over time.
"Tell me, sweetie. Maybe i can make you feel better."
Maybe he's really an angel, he thought to himself. Thanks God answered my prayer to finally meet him as a lovely angel.
His mind made him a vague smile, and his tiny lips begin to presume to speak.
"I'm... lonely...here... no friends... who would take me to play..."
The angel heard his words carefully, though since the beginning he had to know that. Sweet little boy who's really pitiable. Alone, crying in the middle of a dark night isn't a pleasant thing. Knowing the cute kid wasn't able to resist the tears that will soon come out, the angel stood and gave his hand.
"Then ... let's play with me, honey."
Kibum immediately fell silent. He was so excited to hear his speech just now. This time he had considered that God is really fair. After a long time, finally he has received a friend, precious friend. This occasion made him half don't believe. The arrival of the angel, so mysterious, unknowingly appeared in nice way afore him, offering help to offer a hint of sadness.
"Here we go... come with me," the angel said to him again, "There's a world out there that we should see."
Kibum slowly trying to establish his plump little body to obey his invitation. His eyes that swollen as if it doesn't matter since been covered by his wide smile.
"Take my hand... close your eyes."
Kibum follow his utterance, his tiny hand lightly clasped sturdy fingers of the mysterious angel as he closed his eyes. But then, his brain bring to mind on one thing. About the beautiful angel. He remembers if he hadn't been filed the important question to him. And with a bubbling curiosity, Kibum asked him eagerly.
"Uh, if i may know, who are you, pretty angel?"
The angel just smiled as he flapped his wings, another thing which makes the boy stared in disbelief. A moment later Kibum realized, that they then didn't again set foot on the earth, which is now flying towards the star-studded sky that seemed to smile awaits their arrival. Currently no one can distinguish dreams from reality. Kibum exclaimed, surprised and happy, his cries broke out into something which fused the joy which overflowed until he doesn't realize that the angel was revealed his true identity.
"With you right here, i'm a rocketeer..."
"...named Lee Jinki."
Thanks God, now i'm not alone anymore.
[End]
A/N: UGH SORRY FOR THE LAMENESS ;______; i dunno how to put this in proper way tsk :B i'm sorry if my grammar still suck and whatever, so tell me if you love it or not ! x)
And from now on, i save you spot for whoever you're as my loyal readers and wants to gimme cute respond and critics, and for you, who always have nice chat with me :)) ILUSFM dearests :* btw for my baby deepintotaem, thanks for the layout and help for banner :**
**texts that colored purple is taken from the song :)
silent readers, raise your voice please ? *puppy eyes*
Length: Drabble (?)
Author: slickcaffeine
Pairing: Onew/chibi!Key
Genre: AU, Fantasy, Fluff
Rating: G
Summary: Lonely boy Kibum, met his angel to provide a hope to relieve his sorrow, bring him along to sweet happiness.
A/N: ohhai ! i'm comeback yeah xp kinda give an refreshment from my short hiatus lols highly insipired by Far East Movement - Rocketeer, OH HOW I LOOOVE THAT SONG <33 yeah you can listen while reading, cause just in case it seems make lot sense xD and yeah, a recommendation 8D
With you right here, i'm a Rocketeer.
- Far East Movement -
~*~*~
Morose little boy, sitting with legs folded in his chest, while his tiny hands holding around his legs. He suppress his face on his knees with surrender. Brown-nigrescent hair gently caressed by the breeze, covering a veiled sadness on his cute looks. The boy was under shady tree that shed its golden yellow leaves, made the atmosphere surrounding was peaceful and cool, but not as well as he.
Feels lonely, so desolate, only the gentle sound of the wind blast that came in the afternoon early evening. That's where he set his legs, at the corner of the large field where children like to play to fill the time, joking fun with their little friends. The sky looks red, signifying the sun will soon greet bye for tomorrow. If in general the sweet creatures ages 3 to 5 years are required to go home, but rather the boy was still remain silent, enjoying his solitude. No. He didn't enjoy, but certainly mourn. Not just on this afternoon he's moping under the tree. The boy was like a lost hope, homeless. He was just feeling lonely, somehow the thing like every time he trying to find someone willing to take him share and play is something that's most difficult. Sometimes he doesn't understand why. He wasn't a physically handicapped kid nor mentally. He's cute, very cute with chubby cheeks, thick eyebrows and that delicate pure milky skin. He was a handsome little boy. If it was his specialty as something to attract a friend, is certainly guessed wrong.
His round eyes was still staring at the ground decorated with stones and leaves scattered all around. He doesn't care if currently his parents feel anxious over his disappearance, and take steps to find anywhere until they meet with their little sweetheart. And he thinks it will never happen. If he came home, yet everything is still will feel the same. No one can take him frolic, except Joobong, white-fur Angora cat who resided at the back terrace at his house since he was born. Mum and Dad, most of their minds distracted by urgent work, that often left him speaking with the wall or watercolor and drawing paper. He was quite bored and tired of all this, he wanted to grilling the world that said is very spacious, looking for something that makes his eyes wide with amazement, pulled out that happy laugh, with friends, well even if only one, never mind, it was more than enough, whoever he/she is. If God is fair, as noted by his beloved grandmother that had gone for ever, He will not let His servants slumped in grief. But that statement seemed to turn away with what that happened. He wasn't able to alone, and that's the thing that still torturing his pure conscience.
At the moment, a drop clear tear break the silence, flood his rounded eyelids. The young boy was crying, for an umpteenth time, in the same place. But he thinks nobody on this earth will hear his cries, because from the beginning was no one cares to him. Oh, how he needs a friend. Every time he came here, see the sights of the children who delighted in hilarity, truly unfortunate, he wasn't included in. He has repeatedly tried to attempt to get closer, but whatever power, both his legs so stiff to be moved, so did his tiny lips that so hard to say 'Hey you guys! Can I come join?'. His body was ordered to wait, waiting for an invitation that came towards him, though he knew it was a mistake. Guilt caused by shyness and nervousness which is more dominate. From the beginning he moved to this town, everything felt strange and different. His heart wasn't yet able to accept those new things.
Only one his wish. Eliminate loneliness that enveloped him and invite him to go and play wherever, to where he wants. But whether God will hear his demand? If God is solomonic, properly the slightest pray will arrive at His, it's the judgement which he considers correct because he thought his grandma's phrase is a lie.
Until the night ahead, the little boy was still crying. Just that he could do. His body was shaking, along with the tears that flowed freely, overwhelmed his face that sunk on his knees. The stars in the sky as though faded, feels moved to accompany his solitary. If only there was someone who heard the screams of his heart, somebody who saw his existence, be gracious to him and reaches out to revelers, take him away from his deserted world. Not sure when this is all over, the boy was just hoping there will come a miracle that the Lord will be given for him.
"What are you doing here, sweetie...?"
And that's when the magic happens.
The kid lifted his head, to seeing clearly the owner of that voice. The figure was in such a way as soft as his voice. His face was so luminous, with straight brunette hair that falls flimsily, his skin is as smooth and white as pearls. His eagle eyes, full of mysterious serenity, but radiates humility that melt the soul. His sweet broad smile, so warm and friendly. And the perfect figure was wrapped in a white robe that reached down to his ankles. Don't know and didn't have time to think where does the figure come, the kid was already stunned to see his splendor.
His plain thoughts began to wonder. Is he really an angel as stated by the people...? But why no object that float like a halo over his head? And also... why he didn't have wings...?
"My dear, why are you crying all alone here...?"
Again, the soft voice reverberate. Apparently the boy feels better stay here until the next day to listen to the rhythm of the voice of the dazzling angel. He's really gorgeous like a dream. And the boy has no reason why he so admired the angel despite the fact that the angel is a male like him. Kibum still staring at him, with admiration, ignoring the question because the figure is more caught his attention.
"Honey, do you hear my words...?"
And now he looked down at the boy, wiping the tears with his subtle hands in the little boy's plump eyes that still glazed. The kid could hardly breathe because of the angel's face was close to him, his beautiful eyes makes the little boy was lost for words.
"What's your name, cutie...?"
The same thing was about to be asked by the boy. With a shy, the boy was looked down to hide his cute face flushed, say his name with typical cute kids accent as he stammered.
"Uh, i'm... my name is... Kibummie... Kim Kibum."
The angel smiled, thinking that the cutie who was in front of his feel sheepish of him. He caressed a bit messy little kid hair, lifted up his face overlooking him.
"Well, Kibummie, good boy shouldn't put a blue face like that," he said while giving a kiss on his cheek to eliminate the sorrow that's still exposed in his face. Seeing the boy's sweet face growing flushed, making angel chuckled.
"That's good, baby. Well now, can you tell me why you're weeping alone here, darling...?"
Affectionately calls like that have no end make the kid blushed. But the question just now makes him a little jolt, and his grim face return over time.
"Tell me, sweetie. Maybe i can make you feel better."
Maybe he's really an angel, he thought to himself. Thanks God answered my prayer to finally meet him as a lovely angel.
His mind made him a vague smile, and his tiny lips begin to presume to speak.
"I'm... lonely...here... no friends... who would take me to play..."
The angel heard his words carefully, though since the beginning he had to know that. Sweet little boy who's really pitiable. Alone, crying in the middle of a dark night isn't a pleasant thing. Knowing the cute kid wasn't able to resist the tears that will soon come out, the angel stood and gave his hand.
"Then ... let's play with me, honey."
Kibum immediately fell silent. He was so excited to hear his speech just now. This time he had considered that God is really fair. After a long time, finally he has received a friend, precious friend. This occasion made him half don't believe. The arrival of the angel, so mysterious, unknowingly appeared in nice way afore him, offering help to offer a hint of sadness.
"Here we go... come with me," the angel said to him again, "There's a world out there that we should see."
Kibum slowly trying to establish his plump little body to obey his invitation. His eyes that swollen as if it doesn't matter since been covered by his wide smile.
"Take my hand... close your eyes."
Kibum follow his utterance, his tiny hand lightly clasped sturdy fingers of the mysterious angel as he closed his eyes. But then, his brain bring to mind on one thing. About the beautiful angel. He remembers if he hadn't been filed the important question to him. And with a bubbling curiosity, Kibum asked him eagerly.
"Uh, if i may know, who are you, pretty angel?"
The angel just smiled as he flapped his wings, another thing which makes the boy stared in disbelief. A moment later Kibum realized, that they then didn't again set foot on the earth, which is now flying towards the star-studded sky that seemed to smile awaits their arrival. Currently no one can distinguish dreams from reality. Kibum exclaimed, surprised and happy, his cries broke out into something which fused the joy which overflowed until he doesn't realize that the angel was revealed his true identity.
"With you right here, i'm a rocketeer..."
"...named Lee Jinki."
Thanks God, now i'm not alone anymore.
[End]
A/N: UGH SORRY FOR THE LAMENESS ;______; i dunno how to put this in proper way tsk :B i'm sorry if my grammar still suck and whatever, so tell me if you love it or not ! x)
And from now on, i save you spot for whoever you're as my loyal readers and wants to gimme cute respond and critics, and for you, who always have nice chat with me :)) ILUSFM dearests :* btw for my baby deepintotaem, thanks for the layout and help for banner :**
**texts that colored purple is taken from the song :)
silent readers, raise your voice please ? *puppy eyes*