Fright
Title: Fright
Pairing: Minho/Key
Rating: G - drabble
A/N: Weird mood today cured by my lovely Tiffany <3
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“I’m scared.”
Those two words were all that Key said in the early morning light, the first day that their teaser photos were to be released.
There were a million reasons for Key to be scared right now, but the randomness of the comment seemed to throw the other occupant of the couch off guard.
Minho glanced over at Key, arching a brow.
“Why are you afraid?” the taller boy asked, reaching out to run his fingers through Key’s new cut, marveling at how no matter what chemicals they used to dye the diva’s hair it still stayed soft, shiny and silky.
“Because… I’m not around much lately,” Key said softly, leaning a bit into Minho’s touch. He had been busy trying to spend more time with his family, working on Raising Idol, perfecting their choreography in the dance studio for hours on end because this time their comeback would be flawless, perfect, and Key was going to feel on top of the world.
Minho stayed silent, and Key licked his lips.
“I dunno,” Key sighed and leaned against Minho’s shoulder. “I’ve been busy and I haven’t been around and we haven’t really had time to talk to each other…” Key had finally found a normal sleeping schedule, so their late night chats and cuddles had been put on hold. “I’m just really afraid that you might find someone else to occupy your time when I leave you alone…”
It was silent for a few moments, Minho digesting the words, before the taller rapper chuckled and shook his head.
“Don’t worry about that, Key,” Minho said, rubbing his face with a hand. “If anything, I’m the one that has to worry.”
Key blinked, obviously confused at the turn of events, “… why?”
“Because you’re damn loveable,” Minho reached out and pinched the diva’s cheeks, making the brunet huff and bat at his hands. The short haired boy let out a laugh and wrapped Key up in his arms. “While you’re out doing whatever it is that you do, someone could fall for you.”
Key could only blush, shaking his head as he glanced down. “I don’t care if anyone falls for me…” he murmured, burying his face in the crook of the taller boy’s neck. “Everyone should know that I’m so deeply in love with you.”
“Aww,” Minho chuckled and kissed Key’s forehead. “It’s a shame you’ve been so busy, though, I was going to give myself to you on our anniversary…”
A thick silence blanketed the two of them, and then Key pushed away from Minho, smacking the slightly younger boy on the shoulder.
“Choi Minho don’t you dare hold that against me! That’s cruel and unusual!!” the brunet shrieked, almost crushed at the chance that he completely skipped over in order to film a stupid tv show.
But Minho just laughed and hugged Key tightly, nuzzling into the crook of his neck.
“You big sap, shut up.”
And Key did shut up, his protests silenced by sweet kisses.
Pairing: Minho/Key
Rating: G - drabble
A/N: Weird mood today cured by my lovely Tiffany <3
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“I’m scared.”
Those two words were all that Key said in the early morning light, the first day that their teaser photos were to be released.
There were a million reasons for Key to be scared right now, but the randomness of the comment seemed to throw the other occupant of the couch off guard.
Minho glanced over at Key, arching a brow.
“Why are you afraid?” the taller boy asked, reaching out to run his fingers through Key’s new cut, marveling at how no matter what chemicals they used to dye the diva’s hair it still stayed soft, shiny and silky.
“Because… I’m not around much lately,” Key said softly, leaning a bit into Minho’s touch. He had been busy trying to spend more time with his family, working on Raising Idol, perfecting their choreography in the dance studio for hours on end because this time their comeback would be flawless, perfect, and Key was going to feel on top of the world.
Minho stayed silent, and Key licked his lips.
“I dunno,” Key sighed and leaned against Minho’s shoulder. “I’ve been busy and I haven’t been around and we haven’t really had time to talk to each other…” Key had finally found a normal sleeping schedule, so their late night chats and cuddles had been put on hold. “I’m just really afraid that you might find someone else to occupy your time when I leave you alone…”
It was silent for a few moments, Minho digesting the words, before the taller rapper chuckled and shook his head.
“Don’t worry about that, Key,” Minho said, rubbing his face with a hand. “If anything, I’m the one that has to worry.”
Key blinked, obviously confused at the turn of events, “… why?”
“Because you’re damn loveable,” Minho reached out and pinched the diva’s cheeks, making the brunet huff and bat at his hands. The short haired boy let out a laugh and wrapped Key up in his arms. “While you’re out doing whatever it is that you do, someone could fall for you.”
Key could only blush, shaking his head as he glanced down. “I don’t care if anyone falls for me…” he murmured, burying his face in the crook of the taller boy’s neck. “Everyone should know that I’m so deeply in love with you.”
“Aww,” Minho chuckled and kissed Key’s forehead. “It’s a shame you’ve been so busy, though, I was going to give myself to you on our anniversary…”
A thick silence blanketed the two of them, and then Key pushed away from Minho, smacking the slightly younger boy on the shoulder.
“Choi Minho don’t you dare hold that against me! That’s cruel and unusual!!” the brunet shrieked, almost crushed at the chance that he completely skipped over in order to film a stupid tv show.
But Minho just laughed and hugged Key tightly, nuzzling into the crook of his neck.
“You big sap, shut up.”
And Key did shut up, his protests silenced by sweet kisses.