Faccia Bella Prologue
TITLE: Faccia Bella Prologue/??
AUTHOR: giveitupjessica
GENRE: AU, Romance, a little angst, comedy
PAIRINGS: Minkey, 2min(to come soon), Jongkey/Onkey (dunno haven't decided yet)
RATING: G-NC-17 (depending on chapter.. as always)
SUMMARY: You love me the way I've always wanted to be loved but I am merely just a stand in because he's still somewhere out there. The one who you truly love but but I'll take what I can get for now because I've fallen in love with you and you loved me because you gave me his face.
A/N: So haha... I don't know why, but I'm starting another one. Well I do know why, my lovely, spoiled little child, boondoks1 came up with an amazing idea for a new fic and I couldn't pass up the chance to interpret her idea and make it into a story. Hopefully this is what she had in mind. This is only a Prologue, testing the waters to see how she likes it and anyone else as well. Let me know what you think. I'm in a Christmas-y mood. And you should all know by now that I like to add music to my posts. So I did the same for this one. The song is "I'll Be Home for Christmas" by Straight No Chaser. This is the song Key is talking about. This A/N is getting long. I'll stop here. HOPE YOU ENJOY THIS!!!! PLEASE COMMENT AND LET ME KNOW IF I SHOULD KEEP GOING!
PROLOGUE
It was the end of the November, the holiday season was official here. There were beautiful lights and decorations all over the city. I loved this time of year. It was always so pretty and joyful. Yes, I am one of those people who truly get in the holiday spirit. Baking, decorating, shopping, singing, all that stuff. I was walking through the city, enjoying everything that was set up to get us ready for the holiday. Even the displays in the store windows were holiday themed. There was nothing that could make this night better. Actually, there was. And he goes by the name of Choi Minho. My boyfriend of exactly one year, as of today. My boyfriend who I was hopelessly in love with. He was beside me as we walked the city, enjoying the night just like I was.
“Have I said how much I love this time of year?” I say as I snuggle into his embrace a little more, hoping to get some of his body heat to warm me up. I would have suggested we go inside, but I wanted to keep enjoying the night.
“Only about 20 times tonight,” he laughs, “Are you cold?”
“A little.”
“Well we can go inside somewhere. Maybe find a café or something.”
“It’s okay. I’m enjoying our little walk.”
“You sure?”
“Yes.”
“Well our reservations isn’t for another hour, will you be okay until then?”
“I’ll survive. Besides I have you to keep me warm,” I kiss his cheek and giggle when I see him blush. You’d think after a year, I wouldn’t have this affect on him, but I did. And that’s probably one of the reasons why our relationship was still so strong. It was all the little things that remained constant since we started dating. Like the butterflies I’d still get whenever I saw his name on the display on my cell phone. Or how his breath would hitch whenever I would help him with his tie on his school uniform. Those kinds of things kept us together and going strong.
“Well take my scarf at least,” he stops and I turn to face him. He unwraps the scarf from his neck and places it around mine instead. I tried not to laugh when I noticed his hands were shaking. I wonder if it was because of me or because of the cold.
“Your hands are shaking,” I decide to say.
“Are they?” he asks, adjusting the scarf so that it wasn’t too tight around my neck, but still close enough that it will keep me warm.
“Yeah,” I grab his hands, “Omo!”
“What?”
“Your hands are freezing!” I start to rub them between my own hands, occasionally bringing them up to my mouth to blow my warm breath on them, “You’re going to get frostbite baby. And I love these hands too much to have them fall off.”
“I’m not going to get frostbite and my hands aren’t going to fall off. You’re overreacting,” he kisses my forehead and I smile, “But thank you for worrying about me.”
“Well if I don’t worry about my boyfriend, who will? You seem to have no concern whatsoever for your own well-being.”
“That’s because the only thing that matters to me is that you’re okay.”
I bring my hand up to one of his cheeks and caress it lovingly, “How did I get so lucky to have you as my boyfriend?”
“You have Santa to thank for that.”
“What are you talking about? And you seriously still believe in Santa?” I raise a concerned eyebrow at him.
“Why not? Who does it harm if I believe in him? Besides, there’s nothing wrong with humoring the little kid in you. It keeps you young.”
“If you say so. But what did you mean that I have Santa to thank for having you as my boyfriend?”
“I asked Santa to send me my one true love two Christmases ago. The week after Christmas, I met you and it was love at first sight.”
“Yeobo,” I say and kiss him on the lips, “I love you too.”
“I know,” he kisses me back.
“Come on, let’s go find you some mittens,” I go in front of him before grabbing both of his hands and shoving them in my jacket pockets, “Until then, keep your hands in here. I seriously don’t want your hands to freeze. You’ll need them later tonight.”
“Oh?”
“Uh huh,” I start to walk again, peering into the shop windows for mittens for my boyfriend. We were getting further into the heart of the city and I noticed that they had holiday music streaming through speakers they had set up throughout the main courtyard of downtown. One of my favorite holiday songs is softly filling the area around us.
“I love this song,” he whispers in my ear and starts to sing along with it. I stop walking and close my eyes. I lean back into his body, enjoying the sound of his voice.
“This is one of my favorite Christmas songs,” I say and look over my shoulder at him.
“I know,” he kisses the tip of my nose.
“You know a lot about me.”
“I wouldn’t be a good boyfriend if I didn’t.”
“True,” we start to walk again and I finally see a shop that has a wide variety of gloves and mittens. We quickly head inside the store and I walk straight to the display. I start to exam them all with a careful eye. I had to pick the perfect pair, I couldn’t just let him go out there with any old pair. I grab a couple pairs that I liked and started to look over them again. I hold them up one at a time to exam them better. I finally narrow it down to a pair of black gloves that had a flap that you can fold over so they were mittens and then a pair of regular slate gray mittens. I can’t decide which one is better, so I decide to get both. I walk over to the register and pay for them before looking around for my boyfriend. Now where did he wander off to. I spot him not too far away, looking at some hats.
“Hey,” I say as I wrap my arms around his waist and hug him from behind.
“Hey,” he says to me over his shoulder, “You ready?”
“Yeah.”
“Let’s go. We should start walking back to the restaurant,” he grabs hold of my hand and we walk out of the shop.
“Here,” I say and hand him the black gloves I got him after pulling off the tags.
“Aw baby, I didn’t know you were serious about the gloves.”
“Of course I was, now put them on,” he gives me a warm smile before slipping on the gloves.
“Is this my anniversary gift?” he jokes.
“Of course not. That’s in here,” I pat my bag, “Where’s my present?”
“In here,” he pats his jacket pocket.
“It better be a good present.”
“Oh I know you’ll love it.”
“If it’s from you, I know I will too,” I kiss him on the lips and we walk to the restaurant.
*~*
“What’s that?” the young boy beside me asks, pointing to the object hanging from my neck.
I smile as I bring my hand up to close around the object, “This. This is something very special to me.”
“Oh?”
“Yeah. It’s a locket that my boyfriend of one year gave me on our anniversary. And he has the matching necklace that’s of a key.”
“Oh because your nickname is Key. How romantic is that? When did he give it to you?”
“The night of our one year anniversary.”
“Aigo!!! How sweet!” I can’t help but smile at the way he’s reacting. Like a little kid who just got told he can have whatever he wanted in the toy store.
“It was a bittersweet night though.”
“Why?”
“My mom ended up calling me right after he gave me this to tell me I got into the Fashion Institute of Design and Merchandise in Los Angeles.”
“Is that where you’re heading hyung?”
“Yeah.”
“How does your boyfriend feel about this?”
“He’s supportive of me and was the one to convince me to go. I didn’t want to because I didn’t want to leave him. But he said he’d never forgive himself if he was the reason why I didn’t go for what I’ve been dreaming of since I was a kid.”
“Wow, you have like the perfect boyfriend.”
“He’s not perfect. Far from it actually. But it’s all his imperfections that make me love him so much. They remind me that he’s human because trust me when I first met him I thought he was perfect too.”
“Aish, I’m so jealous of you hyung. You have the love of a great guy.”
“I do and I’m thankful every day for having him in my life. But don’t worry Taemin-ah, you will find someone who will love you like this one day. You just need to be patient. And perhaps write a letter to Santa, I heard it helps.”
“What?”
“Nothing,” a small smile plays at my lips.
Just then we hit some turbulence and our plane gets tossed around. Taemin and I grab hold of one another to steady ourselves. An announcement comes over the intercom, telling all passengers to return to their seats and buckle up. The lights in the cabin start to flicker. Our grip on each other gets tighter. My heart is racing when all of a sudden the oxygen masks drop from above us. Taemin and I stare at each other with wide eyes before quickly grabbing a mask and placing them over our mouths, following the instructions that the flight attendants demonstrated to us before take off. Our arms wrap tightly around each other when another announcement is made, this time from the captain. We’re going to be making an emergency landing. Tears are falling from my eyes as I shut them tightly, wishing this was all just a dream and I’d wake up back at home on the couch with Minho wrapped around me. But I know it’s reality when I open my eyes and look straight into Taemin’s fearful eyes.
Minho, I’m scared. I don’t want to die. Why aren’t you here? I’m so scared. I’m sorry it doesn’t look like we’ll be able to fulfill our dreams together. I love you Choi Minho. Who thought the good-bye we shared at the airport would be our final one? Who would have thought the kiss we shared would be our last? I know I didn’t. Had I known, I never would have stepped foot on this plane. If only I could turn back time.
A/N: Oh and one more thing. If you're wondering about the title. It's Italian for BEAUTIFUL FACE
AUTHOR: giveitupjessica
GENRE: AU, Romance, a little angst, comedy
PAIRINGS: Minkey, 2min(to come soon), Jongkey/Onkey (dunno haven't decided yet)
RATING: G-NC-17 (depending on chapter.. as always)
SUMMARY: You love me the way I've always wanted to be loved but I am merely just a stand in because he's still somewhere out there. The one who you truly love but but I'll take what I can get for now because I've fallen in love with you and you loved me because you gave me his face.
A/N: So haha... I don't know why, but I'm starting another one. Well I do know why, my lovely, spoiled little child, boondoks1 came up with an amazing idea for a new fic and I couldn't pass up the chance to interpret her idea and make it into a story. Hopefully this is what she had in mind. This is only a Prologue, testing the waters to see how she likes it and anyone else as well. Let me know what you think. I'm in a Christmas-y mood. And you should all know by now that I like to add music to my posts. So I did the same for this one. The song is "I'll Be Home for Christmas" by Straight No Chaser. This is the song Key is talking about. This A/N is getting long. I'll stop here. HOPE YOU ENJOY THIS!!!! PLEASE COMMENT AND LET ME KNOW IF I SHOULD KEEP GOING!
PROLOGUE
It was the end of the November, the holiday season was official here. There were beautiful lights and decorations all over the city. I loved this time of year. It was always so pretty and joyful. Yes, I am one of those people who truly get in the holiday spirit. Baking, decorating, shopping, singing, all that stuff. I was walking through the city, enjoying everything that was set up to get us ready for the holiday. Even the displays in the store windows were holiday themed. There was nothing that could make this night better. Actually, there was. And he goes by the name of Choi Minho. My boyfriend of exactly one year, as of today. My boyfriend who I was hopelessly in love with. He was beside me as we walked the city, enjoying the night just like I was.
“Have I said how much I love this time of year?” I say as I snuggle into his embrace a little more, hoping to get some of his body heat to warm me up. I would have suggested we go inside, but I wanted to keep enjoying the night.
“Only about 20 times tonight,” he laughs, “Are you cold?”
“A little.”
“Well we can go inside somewhere. Maybe find a café or something.”
“It’s okay. I’m enjoying our little walk.”
“You sure?”
“Yes.”
“Well our reservations isn’t for another hour, will you be okay until then?”
“I’ll survive. Besides I have you to keep me warm,” I kiss his cheek and giggle when I see him blush. You’d think after a year, I wouldn’t have this affect on him, but I did. And that’s probably one of the reasons why our relationship was still so strong. It was all the little things that remained constant since we started dating. Like the butterflies I’d still get whenever I saw his name on the display on my cell phone. Or how his breath would hitch whenever I would help him with his tie on his school uniform. Those kinds of things kept us together and going strong.
“Well take my scarf at least,” he stops and I turn to face him. He unwraps the scarf from his neck and places it around mine instead. I tried not to laugh when I noticed his hands were shaking. I wonder if it was because of me or because of the cold.
“Your hands are shaking,” I decide to say.
“Are they?” he asks, adjusting the scarf so that it wasn’t too tight around my neck, but still close enough that it will keep me warm.
“Yeah,” I grab his hands, “Omo!”
“What?”
“Your hands are freezing!” I start to rub them between my own hands, occasionally bringing them up to my mouth to blow my warm breath on them, “You’re going to get frostbite baby. And I love these hands too much to have them fall off.”
“I’m not going to get frostbite and my hands aren’t going to fall off. You’re overreacting,” he kisses my forehead and I smile, “But thank you for worrying about me.”
“Well if I don’t worry about my boyfriend, who will? You seem to have no concern whatsoever for your own well-being.”
“That’s because the only thing that matters to me is that you’re okay.”
I bring my hand up to one of his cheeks and caress it lovingly, “How did I get so lucky to have you as my boyfriend?”
“You have Santa to thank for that.”
“What are you talking about? And you seriously still believe in Santa?” I raise a concerned eyebrow at him.
“Why not? Who does it harm if I believe in him? Besides, there’s nothing wrong with humoring the little kid in you. It keeps you young.”
“If you say so. But what did you mean that I have Santa to thank for having you as my boyfriend?”
“I asked Santa to send me my one true love two Christmases ago. The week after Christmas, I met you and it was love at first sight.”
“Yeobo,” I say and kiss him on the lips, “I love you too.”
“I know,” he kisses me back.
“Come on, let’s go find you some mittens,” I go in front of him before grabbing both of his hands and shoving them in my jacket pockets, “Until then, keep your hands in here. I seriously don’t want your hands to freeze. You’ll need them later tonight.”
“Oh?”
“Uh huh,” I start to walk again, peering into the shop windows for mittens for my boyfriend. We were getting further into the heart of the city and I noticed that they had holiday music streaming through speakers they had set up throughout the main courtyard of downtown. One of my favorite holiday songs is softly filling the area around us.
“I love this song,” he whispers in my ear and starts to sing along with it. I stop walking and close my eyes. I lean back into his body, enjoying the sound of his voice.
“This is one of my favorite Christmas songs,” I say and look over my shoulder at him.
“I know,” he kisses the tip of my nose.
“You know a lot about me.”
“I wouldn’t be a good boyfriend if I didn’t.”
“True,” we start to walk again and I finally see a shop that has a wide variety of gloves and mittens. We quickly head inside the store and I walk straight to the display. I start to exam them all with a careful eye. I had to pick the perfect pair, I couldn’t just let him go out there with any old pair. I grab a couple pairs that I liked and started to look over them again. I hold them up one at a time to exam them better. I finally narrow it down to a pair of black gloves that had a flap that you can fold over so they were mittens and then a pair of regular slate gray mittens. I can’t decide which one is better, so I decide to get both. I walk over to the register and pay for them before looking around for my boyfriend. Now where did he wander off to. I spot him not too far away, looking at some hats.
“Hey,” I say as I wrap my arms around his waist and hug him from behind.
“Hey,” he says to me over his shoulder, “You ready?”
“Yeah.”
“Let’s go. We should start walking back to the restaurant,” he grabs hold of my hand and we walk out of the shop.
“Here,” I say and hand him the black gloves I got him after pulling off the tags.
“Aw baby, I didn’t know you were serious about the gloves.”
“Of course I was, now put them on,” he gives me a warm smile before slipping on the gloves.
“Is this my anniversary gift?” he jokes.
“Of course not. That’s in here,” I pat my bag, “Where’s my present?”
“In here,” he pats his jacket pocket.
“It better be a good present.”
“Oh I know you’ll love it.”
“If it’s from you, I know I will too,” I kiss him on the lips and we walk to the restaurant.
*~*
“What’s that?” the young boy beside me asks, pointing to the object hanging from my neck.
I smile as I bring my hand up to close around the object, “This. This is something very special to me.”
“Oh?”
“Yeah. It’s a locket that my boyfriend of one year gave me on our anniversary. And he has the matching necklace that’s of a key.”
“Oh because your nickname is Key. How romantic is that? When did he give it to you?”
“The night of our one year anniversary.”
“Aigo!!! How sweet!” I can’t help but smile at the way he’s reacting. Like a little kid who just got told he can have whatever he wanted in the toy store.
“It was a bittersweet night though.”
“Why?”
“My mom ended up calling me right after he gave me this to tell me I got into the Fashion Institute of Design and Merchandise in Los Angeles.”
“Is that where you’re heading hyung?”
“Yeah.”
“How does your boyfriend feel about this?”
“He’s supportive of me and was the one to convince me to go. I didn’t want to because I didn’t want to leave him. But he said he’d never forgive himself if he was the reason why I didn’t go for what I’ve been dreaming of since I was a kid.”
“Wow, you have like the perfect boyfriend.”
“He’s not perfect. Far from it actually. But it’s all his imperfections that make me love him so much. They remind me that he’s human because trust me when I first met him I thought he was perfect too.”
“Aish, I’m so jealous of you hyung. You have the love of a great guy.”
“I do and I’m thankful every day for having him in my life. But don’t worry Taemin-ah, you will find someone who will love you like this one day. You just need to be patient. And perhaps write a letter to Santa, I heard it helps.”
“What?”
“Nothing,” a small smile plays at my lips.
Just then we hit some turbulence and our plane gets tossed around. Taemin and I grab hold of one another to steady ourselves. An announcement comes over the intercom, telling all passengers to return to their seats and buckle up. The lights in the cabin start to flicker. Our grip on each other gets tighter. My heart is racing when all of a sudden the oxygen masks drop from above us. Taemin and I stare at each other with wide eyes before quickly grabbing a mask and placing them over our mouths, following the instructions that the flight attendants demonstrated to us before take off. Our arms wrap tightly around each other when another announcement is made, this time from the captain. We’re going to be making an emergency landing. Tears are falling from my eyes as I shut them tightly, wishing this was all just a dream and I’d wake up back at home on the couch with Minho wrapped around me. But I know it’s reality when I open my eyes and look straight into Taemin’s fearful eyes.
Minho, I’m scared. I don’t want to die. Why aren’t you here? I’m so scared. I’m sorry it doesn’t look like we’ll be able to fulfill our dreams together. I love you Choi Minho. Who thought the good-bye we shared at the airport would be our final one? Who would have thought the kiss we shared would be our last? I know I didn’t. Had I known, I never would have stepped foot on this plane. If only I could turn back time.
A/N: Oh and one more thing. If you're wondering about the title. It's Italian for BEAUTIFUL FACE