Is it just me or have things been ultra quiet lately? Like, hardly any updates and comments. Of course, I haven't been updating either so who am I to talk? Seriously though, I'm getting a little antsy and need someone to play with. As it stands, some of my friends have to deal with me getting in these weird moods and when the muse strikes, I leave random drabbles on their walls. Sometimes I will leave the same drabble on everyone's wall, sometimes I will customize it, but what brings me great joy is when I can leave a drabble and I get a response. Let me tell you, some of my favorite moments are small back and forths become a one shot. So rather than publish a story, I just want to share a couple with you. Now I am leaving out my friends names, but if they wouldn't mind letting everyone know, I would be more than happy to tell you all who wrote this (Wolfie is probably still mad at that last stunt I pulled).

Take Responsibility

*in overdramatic voices*

Key: You made me love you, Minho. I tried to resist you, honestly I did but you won't allow me to see anyone but you. Now you are ALL I see. In a crowded room, only your face is clear, all others forgotten, blurred by love's fog. So take responsibility, Minho. You took my heart, now please, take care of the rest of me too.

Minho (in deep voice): I am a man who never hides from his obligations. You are mine now Key. Only look at me from now on, only love me. No other man can touch you. DO YOU HEAR ME? *grabs Key's chin and gives him flaming stare*

Key (timid and obedient): Yes, Minho. Only you. Forever.

Theme Song: I will promise you...Korean Korean Korean Hong Ki singing~~~~

It's You

Minho (Deep Voice):I can't let you do this Kibum. Don't you see? Woohyun doesn't want your voice or your dancing talent. He wants the smiles from your beautiful face and the feel of your soft skin against his own. well, dammit, he can't have you. He can't.

Kibum: Oh Minho. Don't you know? Everything is for you. Only for you...

* only for you o o only for you Norago*

Letters

"They're gone. All gone..."

Kibum had been moving all day, but finally was settled into his room. University classes were scheduled to start in two days and his prepping and planning had made him feel more confident about the move, but there were still nervous spiders crawling under his skin, pricking his insecurities.

Before he could go into full panic mode, he reached into his trunk for the binder. It was a plain black 3-ring binder but it held all of the notes his boyfriend, Minho, had left in his locker during Senior year. That year had been hell but the notes, full of sweet words and affirmations, had gotten him through and gave him the confidence to finally ask Minho out. Happy to have them here now, Kibum flipped the cover open but all he saw were blank pages.

"They're gone. All gone..."

Kibum flipped through the white sheets until he got to the last page which said "9 pm"

It was 8:45 right then. So Kibum held his phone in hand, waiting anxiously. At 9, the phone didn't ring. At 9:15, the door opened on a misty eyed Kibum.

"Hello, Roomie."

"Minho?"

He was always full of surprises. The little uplifting messages scribbled at the corners of Kibum's notebooks,leaf bookmarks portraying the vibrant hues of the fall hidden between the pages of a textbook, daisies laid out under Kibum's desk in class. There was always something unexpected from Minho.

But that did not prepare Kibum for this. Minho, here in Kibum's new room, claiming himself to be the roommate. It took a second for the tears in Kibum's eyes to go away and another to see that this had been Minho's intention all along during those weeks of acting shady...

"Surprise!" Minho says simply, hands behind his back, lips curved up in a mischievous smile.

Kibum doesn't answer. Instead, he runs to his boyfriend of over two years, grabs him by the collar of his t-shirt and pulls him in for a... smack on the cheek. A playful one, but one that was meant to hurt anyway.

"Yah, where're my notes?!"

"Those do not matter anymore, I'm here aren't I?"

Kibum begins to mumble a snarky response, only to have his lips sealed by another familiar, pillow-soft pair. That was when Minho decides to move his hands from behind his back, producing a

bouquet. A black and white bouquet. With printed petals decorated with swirls and strikes and words. Clearly Kibum could see snippets of phrases he had branded on his heart long ago.

'...can only shine brighter'

'drowning in your...'

'I'll even let you stick it in..'

Kibum finally realized what he was looking at and immediately regretted a letter he had put in the post for the other on his way out of town. Pinching his forehead, it did little to ease the pain as realization set in.

"You know I hate surprises, right?"

"C'mon, babe. Just think of this as a long parent-less sleepover. Maybe clothing optional?" Minho chuckles died as he noticed the bloodless look on Kibum's face.

"Y-Yeah. Speaking of parents...yours would never o-open your m-mail or a-anything...right?"

Minho knew that stutter. Kibum only stuttered when he was truly flustered. What had Minho messed up now?

"No, just anything they thought was important to me..., like a letter from you!" Immediately the taller boy also went pale.

"OMG! Your mother is gonna see the pictures, isn't she?"

Kibum slowly presented his most innocent smile, going for the bouquet in Minho's hands and quickly walking away before Minho's panic attack set in, which was due in 3, 2...

"What pictures?!" Minho asked, his eyes big, round and demanding. He caught Kibum by his arms, turned him around and shook him a little.

"Ha? Oh... just something I took... to present to you as a short farewell gift... BUTYOU'REHERENOWSOIGUESSITWASN'TNECESS-"

"Stop rambling, Kibum. Which ones?" Minho was already reaching for his phone, probably to warn his parents against opening the post and receiving the shocks of their lives.

"Take a guess..."

"No..."

"Together. I'll tell you if you tell me your guess..."

That caught Minho's attention for a bit.

"Alright. 1,2,3! Those are pictures of-"

"-your ?"

"-you sleeping..."

Kibum flushed in embarrassment first, not registering what Minho had guessed until there was a grin growing on Minho's face. He put away his phone, pulling a reluctant Kibum into a hug.

"My ? Is your mind always in the gutter?"

"Is yours always on me?"
Kibum cringed in all the overflowing cheesiness.

"Ummmm... Minho?"

"You know you sleep , right?"

Minho was on his phone again in the flash of a second.

Like I said, my friends are SUPER creative and talented!