#a:zar

Dear Detective Kim,

First, I want to apologize for making you waste your time with all the gibberish that is about to follow. I know you have places to be and lives to save, but I didn’t want the day to go by without letting you know there is someone in this world who admires your work very, very much. I promise I am not a creep waiting at the end of the street just to follow you and see what you are up to– I don’t need to go to those extents to know you are doing a great job.

Keep up the hard work. As for me, I will just hope with all my heart that this letter will have lighten up your day even with its ridiculousness.

Dear Fashionable Jacket Sitting in Lost & Found,

I don’t know if you have any idea of how much I love stand-up-collar-jackets, but I’m warning you: you will be mine no matter what’s what I have to do to get you and no one will stop me. That includes all those other suitors behind your pretty texture.

Wait for me and see it becoming real.

Yours as you are mine,Kibum

Dear Melly,

Princess, you and Nicole are the main girls of my life. When I first saw you, I couldn’t believe so much cuteness could be real. I attached every single photo I could get of you to this journal of sorts I keep and I often thought about how wonderful you already were and how much love you would give your owner as you grew up along with the princes. I might have cried a little bit, but that’s between you and me, alright?

I am so sorry for traumatizing you if you did understand what was happening between Minho and I that day– but if you didn’t, don’t ask me, okay? I hope this talk about bees and flowers doesn’t have to be necessary in a long, long time.

I love you girl with the most beautiful set of blue eyes I have ever seen. Be a good girl and always listen to Mama Cole, okay? She might seem like a weird human at times, but you know she means well and you three are the most special thing she has. Your love is safe with her, that I can promise you.

Be good and don’t let boys treat you as if you were harmless and dummy just for being pretty. Show them the tough, ruthless warrior you can be <3

Kisses and all my love,Kibum

Dear Nicole,

Have I ever told you how much I like your name? No? Well. I do. I think it comes from Greek, right? From the Goddess of Victory, and I think that’s probably why it suits you so well.

You are my longest and most beloved friend. You know everything there is to know about me, and you get me like no one has ever done. I hope it is the same for you, because you have been one of the reasons why I have always tried to be strong. Even when we didn’t see each other for years, I would always think what would Nicole say if she saw me doing this– or it would be a quick Nicole would have said I’m being dumb. And it was okay, because you have always been with me and that is something I can never repay you in another way that isn’t doing the same for you and hoping that I succeed.

However there is something I do want to tell you and make it stick around for as long as it can. I thought it being inked was one of the best ways, and so here I go.

Sometimes you forget your own value and you resist to the idea of believing you are as wonderful as so many people have said you are. I know you have problems you haven’t really told me about, and it’s okay, I’m ready when you are ready, remember? But there is something I don’t like and that is seeing the way you seem to think about yourself sometimes. I feel like you tend to forget that it’s okay if things hurt once in a while, or if you end up disappointed by something someone do. That’s not on you, baby girl, it’s on them. It isn’t your fault if you trust them and believe in who they tell you they are, because that is how you begin to meet people, I think that is how it is supposed to go for it to be okay. But if they turn out to be someone they are not, don’t think it’s your fault for not seeing it coming. You are not a liar, not like them, and it is okay. There is nothing I wouldn’t do to spare you from the pain if I could, but I also think this is something that needs to happen so you don’t forget how wonderful you are and how stupid people can be for thinking it’s okay to fool others just because of their own fears.

I love you and everything you are, including you at your lowest and you at your best. So I am asking you to never forget that despite your mistakes and the bad things, you are a good person, the loveliest person on Earth.

I will always be here if you need me, okay? But sometimes, it is okay to just listen to your heart too.

"I dare you to kiss the prettiest boy in here," Jonghyun said, and really, Minho and Kibum should have known better than let him come over to the small after-party they were holding after a fashion fest they had been invited to. Now here they were, in the middle of the club, with a bottle pointing at Minho while Kibum was next to him and already wearing a woman’s wig. Luck seemed to be on the blond’s side.

Minho shifted in his place while Kibum huffed. In his opinion, that was hardly a dare. Who wouldn’t want to kiss a pretty face? But he, Kim Kibum, had been made to wear a wig and act like a lady for the next hour.

"My voice is not even feminine," he mumbled as he sulked, arms crossed against his chest.

"Fine," Minho said as he got up on his feet. Kibum huffed. It really was not even a dare–

And without letting him complete his train of thought, Minho had grabbed his chin between his fingers and leaned in to close the distance between them, eyes closing a heartbeat later. Minho’s lips, soft and slightly chapped, landed on Kibum’s and there was just a slight suck on his bottom lip before it was over. Minho looked embarrassed, but Kibum was just at a loss of words.

Jonghyun broke the silence with a raucous laugh along with Kibum’s two other friends seated next to them. Then Kibum turned to look at Minho and smacked his arm, though without any real force.

Kibum has read thousands of passages about loves and kisses that change everything for the characters involved. He has found himself sighing wistfully at the writings that are poetic and pretty when they describe how it feels to find someone who takes your breath away and becomes with it the reason why your heart beats faster, why your knees turn to jelly, and why there is something helping you see things with different lights.

However, there aren’t words in his brain that can help him to describe or name what is happening now. They were laughing at first, Yunho offering the warm grin Kibum has come to adore, and the next thing he knows is that Yunho is stealing inches of his personal space along with his heart. He is looking at Kibum in a way he isn’t used to see. Their lips meet, and it is soft and gentle in all the right ways to pull at his heartstrings and make his heart stop. Yunho cups the side of his face, his lips parting a bit more so he can nibble on Kibum’s bottom lip, and that’s all he needs, all the answers he’s waiting for, to get his heart to beat again.

There aren’t coherent words making any of this poetic inside his head nor thoughts that can be translated into pretty sonnets or novel’s sentences. Instead there are arms wrapping around the elder’s neck as he answers to the kiss with a fire that has been growing.

Kibum laughs, his arms full of a hopping Nicole as she spreads kisses all over his cheeks as if she was his 5-year-old child.

"Really? Kibum are we really going to America?" she asks, her eyes bright and wide just as her grin. Her hands are on his forearms, and there’s a slight trembling in there that tells him how much this means to her. He knows, of course, because they are going to see her parents, but she’s full of energy and the happy glow in her smile makes everything even better.

There was warmth between his thighs, and something was also tickling him, but he didn’t know whether to squirm or move closer to the source of that pleasing heat when the morning was so chill. A groan was muffled against his pillow, and his eyes blinked open, soon fixing themselves on the mope of hair resting against his leg. His eyes widened, but he was careful enough of not making any sort of sudden movement that might harm the woman who was so cozy resting her head against his thigh. There was a morning problem in there, but it would only get worse if he let this continue.

This was gonna be embarrassing, he decided as he tried to extricate himself from her hold, but he couldn’t hold back a moan when she nuzzled further into his thigh.

His arms felt cold. He shifted on his seat, and at the jolt of pain lashing through his neck, he opened his eyes. That’s when he felt something distinctively warm between his legs. Gulping, he took a look under, and what greeted him first thing in the morning made him almost jump out of his skin.