►► The Moving Fingers

Genre: Romance, Drama, Fluff(?), Slight!Angst

Rating: R

Warning: If you're sensitive to certain topics then I suggest you read a different story. I'm not all the way sure if it's going to be blown out angst but I guess a warning would be a good idea. 

Abridgment: 

“Hey.”

Kyungsoo found a man, not too tall but not too short either standing in front of him with a cigarette hanging lazily out of his hand. He had a gloom underneath him and it was clear he was just as hopeless as Kyungsoo. Even a blind man could see it.

“You don’t talk much, I get it. Neither do I. But it wouldn’t hurt to entertain me.” The man sat next to Kyungsoo and smiled at the lad. “You play guitar? I write boring stories that I think is pretty interesting but my editors says otherwise. You’re like me, I can tell.”

Kyungsoo took his stares away from the angry sky and locked his beam with the man who talked too much. “Who the are you?”

All he did was grin. “Kai.”

///

A/N: Hey! So I've came to the conclusion that this will be my final fanfiction because I feel like fanfics isn't going to help me improve my writing. So it would be amazing if I got good feed back. And this story was inspired by several things. MostlyThe Basketball Diaries and other stories that I consider amazing so stay tuned!