Trapped in a cardboard box, Kyungsoo always feels at home.
Kyungsoo moves a lot.
Like clockwork, as soon as he felt settled in at school and in his new home, his mother would wake up one morning and deemed their current residence no longer acceptable. So, along with his father and him, they would pack up their belongings and move to another location.
It doesn't take much to get that he hated it. Kyungsoo worked so hard to make new friends and to adjust to the new settings every time. Then, all his efforts would go to waste as soon as his mother’s fickleness kicked in. Besides the constant whirlwind of relocation, nothing was ever the same in Kyungsoo’s life. The houses always had different layouts. The towns and cities always had different people along with different sceneries.
By some of luck, Kyungsoo had come across a comfort that helped him cope with his situation. It was a comfort that was easily accessible and never changing; no matter how many times he was forced to move.
He wasn’t sure when the fixation started, but he knew he felt safe inside a cardboard box. Every time his family would settle down in a new place, Kyungsoo would take out his tool kit consisting of scissors and tape and get a little creative. He would hack away at a cardboard box and tape it together until he created something he considered to be his real home.
His most pleasurable times were to sit inside his box creation and stare through a small cardboard window he always cut out at the top of his boxes. Everything would be the same in that moment. Be it the sky, the tan colour, the texture, or the smell, it was always the same.
However, when one by the name of Kim Jongin appears and asks if there’s room for one more in Kyungsoo's cardboard sanctuary, he isn’t quite sure what to do.
(Revised foreword 29/08/12)
Ahaha, so here's another OTP for everyone. KAISOO <3! So, I thought this would be a neat, though also admittedly strange, idea. A cautionary note to everyone: I have only moved twice in my life, once when I was two and once around two years ago (and we just moved to a different neighbourhood in the same city :P). So, I hope that I depict everything okay in this story's future.
This fic is probably going to be light-hearted and probably hints of angst in there(at least, that's what I'm aiming for). Definitely not as fluffy as my fluffy-as-hell Baekyeol fic. Ohhh well.
Much love everyone.
PurplePluto signing off~~
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