Whee~ I'm on a roll. Another drabble. This time, however, it's obviously Onkey. I feel so hyped up after exploring the Onkey community in LiveJournal. Oh gosh, that reminds me, I have more exploring to do. Well, I'll get this over with then.
Disclaimer: Both you and me know that it will never happen, but it doesn't stop me from dreaming. (:
You don't know why, but you find yourself sneaking a glance at him. You look at his lips, gleaming teeth in between as he laughed. Your eyes scanned his face, taking in just how breath-takingly perfect he was.
And then, you look at his eyes.
He's looking right at you.
You blush. You, after all, hadn't expected to get caught. Who knows what it could do to your image? You were supposed to be cool, calm. Maybe even apathetic and emotionless at times.
The corners of his lips turn up just a little, and you feel yourself doing the same. He mouths something to you but you can't quite catch it. There is a small glimmer in his eyes as he gives you one last wistful look before turning away.
Suddenly, you know what he was trying to tell you.
I love you;
You mouth the same, but he isn't looking. You're too late.
When all of you arrive back at the dorm, you can't seem to bring yourself to repeat your words. Every time you look at him, you heart beats a little faster, your chest constricts, the world moves a little slower, and he smiles. It's enough to make you stutter and run.
For the second time that day, you find yourself doing something you never thought you would. You cried. You tell the others that you are going to take a shower, but instead of doing so, you press your forehead against the side of the bathtub and cry.
You're mad at the world, because you're a celebrity and you can't be gay. You just can't. You're mad at him, because it's his fault everything is happening. It's his stupid smile, the way he messes up and looks at you like a kid caught with his hand in the cookie jar. And you're mad at yourself. Because you're just so damn weak.
You hear the door opening and you decide that you don't care if the others find out. You continue sobbing to yourself. Until... You feel someone's lips press against your temple, whispering huskily into your ear.
"It's okay, Kibum. I'm here now."
You don't reply, but you do stop crying. You don't tell him the words that have been playing in your head the whole day. His removes his lips from your face and you panic slightly. Was he going to leave because you're too stupid to tell him how you feel? However, you relax again when he hugs you to his chest.
You realize just how stupid you have been.
He never wanted to hear those three words from you. He never needed to. All along, he had known. He knew you weren't ready, and he was willing to wait.
You listen to his heartbeat, slowly breathing in and out in the same pattern until both your heartbeats were synchronised. You close your eyes.
I love you, Jinki.
Actually, I wrote some more after that but it turned angsty and depressing. And I'm kind of sick of my own tragedy fics. So, a happy ending this time! I know, it's not exactly fairytale-happy, but this is as good as it'll ever get considering my obsession with overdramatising. Oh yes, I still have to update Secrets. AHH! I'm stuck. ):