• Title: Safety Blanket
• Author: nicorobin @ AFF / Tumblr
• Genre: Romance-ish… (a.k.a my attempt of writing not-so-implicit y times… HAHAHAHAHAhahahahaaaa… I’M SORRY.)
• Length: 27xx words
• Characters: Kyungsoo, Bomi
• Pairing: Kyungmi
• A/N: I don’t know what this is. I just have the urge to write Kyungmi thanks to SHINeejjang and her stories. There are parts that I like and I don’t like in this. And I’m sorry. I tried. Can you imagine them in those characters? It’s more Sehun/Krystal-ish to me…

• By the way, the one-shots keep on getting longer don’t they…

 

People found comfort in different ways. Different shapes, different kinds.

 

“Yoo, Mr. President!”

 

“You work hard today, President!”

 

“Prez, good work!”

 

His shoes were always pristine even though they’re not new, and his steps were always firm and full of dignity. He passed a few students when he walked through the hallway, juniors, friends, and even seniors, they all showed respect to him. The juniors bowed and called out his title, his friends nodded and waved, his seniors smiled and patted his shoulder.

 

It’s almost four in the afternoon, but his uniform was still free from any kind of wrinkle. The white shirt under the navy suit was still neatly tucked and buttoned up until the last button, and the black tie was still on its place, straight and tight even though most of the boys wore it loosely or not even bother to wear it at all.

 

The school already ended a couple hours ago, but he’s still at school, there are a lot of things to do, he’s the school’s president after all. It’s okay, he liked it, the admiration, the respect, the authority, they were worth the responsibilities.

 

He climbed up to the highest floor, and he made sure no one saw him before he unlocked the door to the school’s rooftop, which supposed to be off limit for students. But he’s the president, he had the keys.

 

The afternoon’s light hit the metal name plate on his chest as soon as he stepped on the roof, Do Kyungsoo was printed there. He looked around, and his eyes stopped when he found what he’s looking for, a girl with long brown hair, standing near the edge, watching the school’s ground below.

 

Some people found comfort in food, in distraction, in denial. For Do Kyungsoo, he found comfort in the presence of Yoon Bomi, the school’s clown.  

 

Kyungsoo voluntarily stopped to take a good look at her side profile – she hadn’t notice him yet.

 

Her brown locks fell freely to her chest, on some days she straighten them but today was not those day and she didn’t bother tied them up or wore any kind of hairpin, so now the wind played with her hair, messing it around. The wind’s pretty chilly now the season started to change to Fall, and she wore a blue and white varsity jacket above her uniform – the same simple white shirt, navy blazer and skirt, with black ribbon instead of tie, accompanied by black knee high socks and suede shoes. The tight skirt showed her bodyline perfectly, and Kyungsoo tilted his head to look at her back. He looked back up, at her pale skin and her rosy cheeks, red from the wind, and how she shoved her hands to the jacket’s pocket to keep them warm. But what made Kyungsoo feel various kinds of emotion was the look on her face – it was distant and cold, something you wouldn’t see on Yoon Bomi’s face when people were around.

 

Kyungsoo walked to the bench that placed there – how and who did it, Kyungsoo didn’t know, didn’t care – and Bomi must had hear him by now but she still didn’t move. He sat there for a while before calling her, “Bomi.” She looked over her shoulder, minimal movement, just enough to look at Kyungsoo. “Come here.”

 

She stared at Kyungsoo for a while but complied in the end. When she’s near, Kyungsoo grabbed her wrist and pulled her in, made her sit between his legs. As soon as she sat down, Kyungsoo hugged her waist from behind and buried his face in her shoulder. He inhaled the sweet scent of her, and when the familiar scent filled him, his mouth let out a small sight.

 

“… long day?” Bomi whispered, tilting her head and rested it on Kyungsoo’s side.

 

“Too long,” Kyungsoo mumbled.

 

“Do you want to smoke? But I ran out of it, to be honest.”

 

Kyungsoo raised his head and placed his chin on Bomi’s shoulder instead. He pondered over the question for a minute. Then, slowly, he shook his head. “… I’d rather have you.”

 

This time, Bomi turned her head and kissed the corner of Kyungsoo’s mouth. “I can take care of that.”

 

Kyungsoo smirked, returning the kiss near Bomi’s ear, slow and lingered. “Stay with me tonight,” he whispered to her skin, “My parents out of town.”

 

“… okay.”

 

***

 

The other kids thought of Yoon Bomi as a ball of sunshine, she’s loud, noisy, a mood-maker, always been the center of attention, she did everything to draw laughter from her friends. People loved to be around her for reasons, and they attracted to her naturally. Kyungsoo wasn’t one of them. He’s never in the same class with her, but he knew her alright. He never talked to her before, and he only saw her sometimes when he walked pass her class, or when they bumped into each other in the hallways, or during PE class when both classes were together, or during school’s festival and such. And people might have seen a lot of Bomi’s expressions, when she’s happy or sad, when she’s confused or bored, but Kyungsoo’s pretty sure that he’s the only that had ever seen this expression. He’s quite satisfied too, because Kyungsoo knew he was the reason behind that expression.

 

A drop of sweat from Kyungsoo’s forehead trailed down his jawline to his chin and finally dropped to Bomi’s face; she, too, was drenched in sweat. Kyungsoo took his time, admiring the view under him; Bomi closed her eyes in pure ecstasy and her pinkish lips opened, letting out lewd moans that only made Kyungsoo wanted to hear more.

 

Finally Kyungsoo closed his eyes and his hips forward, entering her deeper and faster. His bed was rocking under them and Bomi clutched the sheet tight as she could only whimpered over Kyungsoo’s moves. He reclaimed her lips, sealing it with sloppy kisses but her mind was too distracted to return the kiss.  

 

A few s later, Bomi cried to his shoulder and he pulled out before releasing it outside – he always wore protection, but he didn’t want to risk it. He disposed the rubber and slumped down on his stomach beside Bomi. She opened her eyes, still panting and worn out but her cheeks blushed in a lovely way, “… I guess today was a really long day, huh?”

 

Kyungsoo chuckled, his eyes only half-lidded and he mumbled drowsily, “Yeah… too long.” He threw an arm around her waist and pulled her closer. “… it’s good that you’re here…,” was his last murmur before the dreamland took over.

 

Kyungsoo wasn’t sure if he heard Bomi’s I love you, Kyungsoo right or was it just a piece of his dream.

 

***

 

It’s already dark outside when Bomi woke up, slipping out from Kyungsoo’s embrace and walk to his closet. Inside, in the deepest part so his mom wouldn’t find out, she left some of her clothes – mostly underwear, she could borrow Kyungsoo’s shirts but surely not his mom’s bra – for these occasions. She also took a small towel from Kyungsoo’s closet, I’ve been here too many times, she briefly thought before walked to the bathroom to take shower.

 

An hour and a half or so had pass since Bomi woke up, and now she’s cooking on Kyungsoo’s kitchen, knowing exactly the location of every plates and every spices, How many times I did this already, Bomi thought again as she flipped the pan to make a perfect omelette.

 

She heard the steps descending the staircase and she turned her head, catching the sight of Kyungsoo fresh from the shower with messy damp hair, in tight-fitting black tee and plaid boxer. Two months and Bomi still found it surreal that it’s her that got to be in Kyungsoo’s house, Kyungsoo’s kitchen, Kyungsoo’s bed; Kyungsoo’s side.

 

Of course she knew Do Kyungsoo, who didn’t? He’s the school’s sweetheart even before he became the President. Always willing to help, smart, polite, not to mention handsome, he’s just loved by many and a lot of them were not so platonic either, girls and boys. Bomi never talked to him before, he just seemed distant and unreachable, he’s not Bomi’s type at all; calm and restrained. Bomi saw him a thousand times before, always with the same small smile and the right attitude and even though he’s handsome like that, for Bomi he’s the most attractive like this, simple and without any mask on.

 

“You cook? We have food in the fridge?” Kyungsoo raked his hair and peeked over Bomi’s shoulder to look at the frying pan.

 

“It’s just egg and sausage.”

 

“You’re not tired? We can just order take out.”

 

“You choose to eat take-out order than my cooking?”

 

“I’ll set the table.”

 

They ate the dinner while talking over school stuff, Kyungsoo complained about the student council’s treasurer being an idiot and miscalculated something while Bomi shared a story about her prank to a teacher that involved her almost getting a detention, but the keyword was almost, they did all that while playing footsie under the table.  

 

Like the previous times, Kyungsoo washed the dishes while Bomi sat down in the couch, surfing through the channels for something to watch. He joined her a moment later, arm automatically wrapped around Bomi’s petite figure and she snuggled closer, resting her head in his shoulder. It’s like they’re a real couple that live together, even though they’re not living together.

 

And they’re not even a couple. Not really.  

 

“Have you called your parents?” Kyungsoo asked. He knew the answer, he just felt the need to ask the obligatory question.

 

“Probably don’t even know I haven’t come home,” Bomi replied.

 

Kyungsoo hummed as the respond, inhaling Bomi’s hair and found it weird that they used the same shampoo but it smelt better on her – Kyungsoo changed into a new brand of shampoo that they picked together after Bomi’s multiple visits to his house.

 

Both of their parents were workaholic, spending more times than necessary at their work places, with Kyungsoo’s parents flied around the countries and Bomi’s parents rarely left the work room if they’re at home. Maybe it’s the fact they’re both lack of their parents’ love that made them clung into each other.

 

The drama that they watched – at least Bomi was watching, Kyungsoo just enjoyed the fact that she’s there and he her hair while watching the TV mindlessly – was about teenage romance, and finally Kyungsoo took notice when the scene showed the lead actors who were dating eating together at lunch in canteen.    

 

“Do you want us to be like that?” he asked before he could really think.

 

“… huh?” Bomi broke away from Kyungsoo, looking at him with confused look, unsure whether she heard Kyungsoo’s question right.

 

It was two months ago when it’s all started.

 

Kyungsoo went to the rooftop after school for his smoking break as usual. He would probably give heartache to his teachers – or at least a headache – if they found out the number one student was a smoker, but the cigarettes and the rooftop were his safety blanket. After all day being what people wanted him to be, he just needed some time to be himself. It’s not that he hated being the model student, it’s just something else.

 

Everything went like the usual, he took his time and smoked two cigarettes before he decided it’s time to go back to the student council’s room and finished his work. What went different was, when he walked back in to the school’s building, Kyungsoo found Bomi leaning on the wall beside the door, waiting for him.

 

“You shouldn’t stand so closely to the edge, I can see you from below,” was her first words to him.

 

He was quite surprised and worried. He knew Yoon Bomi had a lot of friends and he had his reputation to keep. But what came next really took him off guard, “I know students shouldn’t come to the rooftop, but can I get a spare key?” before Kyungsoo could answer, Bomi already slipped pass him and went out.

 

She would keep the whole thing to herself as long as Kyungsoo gave her a spare key to the rooftop.

 

At first Kyungsoo was not really happy to see her there whenever he went to his safety blanket, but then he paid no attention because she didn’t talk, at all. Kyungsoo thought his haven would be ruined by her presence, that she would talk non-stop and tried to chat with him, but no, she’s just standing there and sometimes she smoke too. Guess Kyungsoo was not the only with a hidden agenda.

 

The rest was a little blur, from them sitting side by side in the bench, and then the two of them, sharing cigarettes before they started to do small talks, and somehow their lips found each other. Make-out sessions happened more than once at the rooftop – and several times at the empty student council’s room too – before Kyungsoo started to bring Bomi home. The next thing they knew, one time became a habit and Kyungsoo found his new safety blanket.

 

There had never been a talk about their relationship, and just like they weren’t friends before the secret or after the secret, they kept on being not friends even after multiple sleeps over. It’s just like an unspoken agreement, that they would ignore each other whenever there were people watching. Not even a glance was spared, to the outer world they were a perfect example of perfect strangers that happened to go to the same school and no more.

 

“What are you talking about?” Bomi looked at Kyungsoo. “Where is this conversation came from?”

 

Kyungsoo shrugged. “I thought I heard you said I love you before. Or am I wrong?”

 

“I—,” Bomi opened only to closed it again. She closed her eyes, inhaled, and when she opened her eyes again, she already decided on her answer, “… no, you’re not wrong. But—”

 

“Did you mean it or you just got carried away with the emotion?”

 

“… I’m not carried away. But I don’t know if I mean it or not. I never… I never feel like this before.”

 

“Like what?”

 

Bomi looked at him long and intense, contemplating whether she would tell him the truth or not. “… Like I could die every time I see you,” finally she admitted. “Every time I see you, my chest feels so tight and I can’t breathe, I feel like it will explode anytime soon if you don’t notice me. But I don’t know if I… if I want things like that or not, being together in public… It’s certainly nice, but I like this side of you and the fact that I’m the only one who knows about it.”

 

“Honestly, I also don’t know how those things work,” Kyungsoo made imaginary circles with his finger on Bomi’s palm, “But if you want those things, I’ll do it for you. I don’t feel like I could die when I see you, it’s the opposite. It’s harder to breathe when you’re not around. I don’t know if that’s love, but you said it to me and I feel really good… So.” Kyungsoo smiled and it’s not the school’s president who’s smiling, “… I love you.”

 

She blinked a couple of times as the response. “… okay,” Bomi nodded slowly. “… I guess… I’ll get a lot of hate from your fans.”

 

Kyungsoo grinned and he lied down, pulling Bomi down with him and they’re ended up cuddling, Kyungsoo closed his eyes behind Bomi.

 

“Does this mean we will go to school together?” Bomi asked.

 

“I guess so.”

 

“And hold hands?”

 

“Yeah, probably.”

 

“Eat lunch together?”

 

“You should pack lunch box for me from now on.”

 

“Dates? Can we go to the amusement park? The zoo? Or aquarium?”

 

“Baby steps, Bomi,” Kyungsoo bit Bomi’s ear lightly and the girl yelped, rubbing her ear afterward.

 

“… Okay. Sounds good to me.”

 

Kyungsoo chuckled to himself and Bomi could feel he's shaking from the surpressed laughter.

 

“… Hey Bom?”

 

“Hm?”

 

“I think we should stop smoking.”

 

“… okay.”

 

Kyungsoo hummed in satisfaction as his consciousness started to drift away again, feeling complete and whole now that he found a new safety blanket, no longer under the white smoke and the sight of an empty rooftop, but in the form of Yoon Bomi. 

 

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