Hey~ I just wanted to let you know that there is a pretty big time gap right in the beginning, so you won't be confused. I hope you'll enjoy :)

I looked up at the gray sky. It hadn't rained yet and I truly hoped that it won't for some more time. A smile that had been on my lips from the morning, stretched even bigger when I felt a hand softly squeezing mine.

I looked at Key who was walking beside me, our hands intertwined. I still couldn't believe my luck - he really was here with me, finally I could hold his hand without any worries. How many times I had dreamed of it and now it was reality.

“Come on, let's get some ice cream!” I couldn't help but shout when seeing a cute ice cream cart.

“But it's still so cold, it's not even half April yet. And I don't even like ice cream!” Key laughed out loud as I pulled him relentlessly toward the cart. His laugh was so unusual, so his. The happiness inside me welled until I felt I would explode if he'd keep this up.

In spite of his nagging, I ordered two huge ice creams. When we were walking down the street once again, suddenly an idea popped into my head.

“Wait, hold on!” I handed him my ice cream and dig into my huge pockets, smiling when I pulled out a digital camera. An exaggerated sigh left Key's lips when I stepped back a bit, witch turned to chuckle when I almost knocked an old women down.

I sent him a playful glare to witch he snorted and then finally I lifted the object up and took a picture of him. And then one more, and one more, and another. And then he was already at my throat.

“Arghh, no more pictures, no more pictures.” I backed away, raising my hands up in defeat. He smiled and gave me back my ice cream.

“Well, I had to take a picture of our first date! So we could remember it forever.” I tugged the camera back into my pocket and intertwined my hand with his. We strolled down the street again.

“I would never forget it! What do you even think of me?” Key exclaimed beside me playfully. I looked at his smiling face and thought how happy I was that he was with me. I was so lucky. So, so lucky.

***

The music was deafening and despite my tries to push my preferences aside, I couldn't help but think it was just horrible. I guess a little melody was too much to ask for.

I grabbed the drinks I had promised Key, although a little bit hesitantly. I was, to tell the truth, not more than maybe slightly tipsy, but Key, however... To say his tolerance was low, was such an understatement. But I couldn't help the silly smile when thinking back at his horrible aegyo.

The smile fell immediately when I noticed Key. And he wasn't alone.

The guy whose name I didn't even know, was leaning way too close to him and his hand, that was not at all so subtle, was boldly caressing Key's hipbone. And when I thought it couldn't get any worse, the guy leaned even closer and locked their lips together.

I stood there absolutely motionlessly as I watched my boyfriend make out with some random guy. The guy's hand sneaked to what could've only been Key's and in a second, Key gasped but then giggled like a schoolgirl, leaning practically onto the guy.

The whole world was spinning and it all felt too much. I was so confused, so hurt. I felt my heart constricting when watching them like this. I thought we loved each other. I just couldn't take it anymore.

I my heel and made my way out of the packed house. When I reached the cold night air, I felt the first tears dripping. I walked slowly, there was no reason to hurry. There was no reason at all.

It felt like my whole world had broken to pieces. Why, Key? I told myself that he was drunk out of his mind. But still I felt betrayed. I had trusted him, I had loved him. No, I still loved him.

As much as it hurt, he was still all my life. He was my only reason. And now there was nothing left.

***

“Please, Jjong.” His eyes were begging and I hated seeing him like this. But I hated myself even more for giving in so easily.

“I wish that I could make it non-existent. But I can't. I'm really sorry, I didn't know what I was doing. Please forgive me.” He was asking for my forgiveness, he was telling me I was important to him. It was everything I had dreamed of hearing for last days.

“Look, I cut my hair. It's a new start, I promise you. I know I'm not worth you. But I will try and be good, I'll try. I like you so much, please forgive me.”

It was strange to hear him talk to me like this. It was uncomfortable and wrong. I hated seeing him hurt and afraid. And I was weak.

“I love it,” I said running my fingers through his hair. It was unimaginably soft. I had missed him. Even an hour without him had been unbearable. And I hated how weak I was.

A soft smile found a way on his lips as he pulled me into a tight embrace, hiding his face into my neck.

“I feared you would never forgive me. I missed you so much.” He whispered, his soft breath on my skin sending shivers down my spine.

“You smell so good, I missed it too. I could never forget that scent.” His words were quiet, filled with emotion.

“I missed you too, Key.” I felt him shifting in my embrace a little.

“You... you can call me Kibum. My name is Kim Kibum.” I more sensed the tremble in his voice than actually heard it.

Even thought the situation seemed probably meaningless to anyone else, to me it was more important than anything. He had finally told me his real name. I knew better than to think nothing of it.

“Thank you, Kibummie,” I whispered in his ear, then pulled away a little to look him in the eye.

The uncertainty and doubt in his eyes were nothing similar to the fright that had been there moments ago. They were different. But they were still different kinds of fear.

Softly, I touched my lips to his. Slowly they moved together, a silent promise. Promise of commitment, of trust. When I pulled away, he rested his head on my shoulder, my hands staying on his middle.

We stayed like this for some time. It was so good to hold him. It was so good to be so close to him. I felt the connection. We were suddenly so close, closer than ever before. Without kissing, without caressing. Just holding each other. We were one.

***

Something was wrong. I mean, with Kibummie hardly anything was normal or so. But this time I just knew something was wrong. The creeping feeling had been in the pit of my stomach from the very morning, not fading away the slightest. So when I woke up at 2am to answer my phone, I just knew something wasn't quite right.

Kibummie never called me often, just when he needed. He wasn't the person to call you just to say he loves you as sad as it was. When I answered him, my worst suspicions confirmed to be true.

His voice was hushed as he whispered frantically for me to pick him up. Saying that he couldn't tell more at the moment, he wished I would hurry.

Grabbing the paper and glancing again at the address he had given me, I pulled on a pair of jeans and a shirt, before hurrying out my apartment, down the stairs and to my car.

There was not much I knew about Kibummie's personal life. I mean, I had met his friends, we had hung out together and all. But I knew pretty much nothing about Kibummie's family life.

I knew that his mother was dead. He had never told me how, but I remembered him mentioning it. But I had never heard anything about his father. And I had never been to his home, as weird as it seemed. It was just something he never let me close to.

My heart was beating rapidly as all the horrible thoughts ran through my head. Was he okay? What if something happened to him? I wouldn't live if something would've happened with him.

I drove through one of the worst neighborhoods in the city, checking the piece of paper every couple of seconds. Finally I found the right street and felt my heart drop when noticing my Kibummie sitting on the ground, numerous boxes beside him.

***

“This couch will definitely go!” My eyes widened in disbelief as I hurried beside my nagging boyfriend, ready to argue.

“It will go nowhere! It's my old couch and it stays right here.”

“But do you see it? It's awful! I can't even look at it!” His voice was dramatic and his face was crunched up as he tried to express his horrid feelings.

“It will stay. No arguing.” My tone was final and hearing that, he buried his face into my chest, groaning and cursing my apparent stupidity. I chuckled and wrapped my arms around him.

“I love you too, honey,” I answered him and he lifted his head, our lips meeting in a sweet kiss. I felt so happy to have him with me, I would stay like this with him forever. If only I could.

“Come on, let's carry the other things in, too.” I grabbed his hand and dragged him out the apartment and down the stairs, outside and to the car.

It was around midday. Last night I had barely had time to sleep but I guess it was totally worth it all. Last night had been so important, to me, to us. One sleepless night was the smallest price to pay, to be honest. Now that I knew the truth and understood him, I felt much better. At least now I knew Kibummie would sleep peacefully, having nothing to worry about anymore. And that knowledge was more than enough for me.

We heaved up as many boxes as we could and climbed all the way up again. When reaching the destination, we, gently of course, dropped the boxes beside the other bags and a suitcase, and sat on the floor, our backs against the wall, trying to catch a breath.

Usually I never complained about my shape, I had nice muscles and all. But hell, three times up and down the stairs to the sixth floor was a bit tiring. I hated that my building didn't have an elevator.

“I really can't go any more, you think you will manage?” Key's voice was tired and it seemed he still couldn't control his breathing.

“Will there be a price?” I asked him hopefully, only answer a snort and a roll of eyes. I smiled and pecked his cheek, telling him that I would do it anyway. As I got no answer, no promises, no praising, I heaved myself up and headed back down the stairs.

See? Little bit more fluff before more angst of course..

But anyway.. Did you like it? Comments are love!! :)