I Didn't Know

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"I have an amazing boyfriend called Kris. He loves to hear me play the piano, and sometimes he'll spend the whole day just sat quietly, listening. There's something missing though - sometimes he looks so sad, and sometimes I get so confused. I don't know why, and to be honest, I don't really care. I just know that I'm happy when he's by my side."

My entry for the A Thousand Fictions; Writing Contest - Summer Side Contest - Round 1 by Setsuko.

Since I'm having a bit of trouble with updating one of my fics, I thought I'd try and get the creativity flowing by entering a contest with prompts. I saw this contest called the 'A Thousand Fictions; Writing Contest' and really liked the idea - then I saw the side contest and since the three prompts are ones pretty unfamiliar to me, I thought it would be a good challenge.

Anyway, this is the outcome. I'll link below to the original contest which doesn't end until January 2014, and the chapter which introduces the summer contest. Please take a look at the contest, and the other entries too. I haven't read them yet (didn't want to be accidentally influenced) but now that I've finished this, I will. I'm sure they're much better than this little oneshot, but I wanted to take part anyway.

These were the three prompts for round one:

Kris (Exo - as if I need to specify)

The MV of IU's The Story Only I Didn't Know.

Eight Keys

Links:

The Original Contest

The Summer Side Contest Introduction.

Foreword

I looked up as my gorgeous boyfriend entered the apartment, his keys rattling as he unlocked the front door. Kris saw me sat on the bed and smiled happily, immediately coming over for a hug. He held my hand and sat down next to me, brushing my hair back from my face.

“Morning sweetheart. How are you feeling today?”

“Oh I’m perfect. Even better now you’re here.”

He looked a bit puzzled, but I was used to that. He often looked confused at the things I said. His keys jangled again as he stood up, they were hanging from a chain attached to his waistband. I counted them as he walked around the bed towards the window, opening the curtains. Eight. I’d always wondered why he needed so many keys, but had never asked. They were different sizes and colours. Four were the same, gold - like the one to my door. Two were teeny tiny silver ones, like you’d expect for bike locks or handcuffs or something. One was a complicated-looking iron key and the last one was, absurdly, pink. A bright, neon pink key. Now it was my turn to be confused.

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Thanks for reading!

xxClairexx