Ne me quitte pas [Himchan and Key]
A light breeze started to tousle his hair the moment he exited his tent, leaving the tan coloured atrocity behind him. As he advanced, walking to where he was sure he had spotted a small body of water earlier, the wind picked up and even his ears swayed, adding something cheery to his step that in reality was nowhere to be found.
It was quiet out. Anyone else would probably describe it as silent but the blonde’s ears weren’t just for the show; they worked. With it the most wondrous of sounds where audible to him, and so it was never truly silent for him. Nonetheless, it was a welcome change of atmosphere from the busy Cirque he had only just joined. The Cirque that was to be his home, and in many ways already was. More than his parental home, in any ways. Walking at an enjoyable pace the young boy’s mind started to wander, drifting off to bring images to his mind that had never really left. Images of a house, as big as his own, but built in an entirely different predominantly European style, surrounded by a landscape oft seen on postcards boasting unabashedly of the picturesque French country side.
And with those images came others; bringing along emotions stronger than just a misplaced homesickness for a place he had spent just one summer.
Okay he so wasn’t going to go there right now. Sighing he brought his hand up to his face, clutching an end of the towel he had loosely slung around his neck. Pressing the rough material up to his face Key couldn’t help but lean into it, his head become heavier at the touch.
Man, I’m tired the thought had been spooking through his head all day (night, damn this Cirque and its stupid rhythm.) but had only just felt almost tangible.
Even though sleep had undoubtebly been the reasonable, responsible thing to do Key felt like he owed it to himself to get some time off. Time off from the Cirque, the performing..Jhonghyun. Damn, apparently the older boy never ceased to leave him be; even in thought. And no the fact that he kept thinking about how annoying the Dog boy was did not mean anything. Hello, he was only thinking about how annoying he was! Not about the way he always seemed to be doing something with his tongue or-
Okay, somewhere else he so wasn’t going to go right now. As if on cue the fabric started scratching at his face again, moving from his brow to his chin.
By now he was close enough that he could have heard the water even without the vulpine enhanced hearing. To his relief it did exactly what he had hoped it would do: drive the thoughts from his head. The thoughts? Yes, all of them. At that moment Key longed for nothing more than serenity. A state he had hoped to enter what with all the responsible Cirque members sleeping.
He could see it now, in the distance, and without even giving it a second thought Key slipped his shirt over his head, only to drop it to the floor. Reckless? Maybe but to be fair his tent mate more akin to some kind of hell hound with the IQ of a labrador puppy than a person had already crinkled his shirt beyond repair. Oh, you meant the whole taking off of the shirt? Well, what was the worst that could happen, right?
Leaping as if he didn’t mind to find out, Key crashed into the water, disturbing it violently. His towel and shirt discarded just outside of splashing distance Key was completely submerged within two seconds. He let the cool water harbour his mind, and caress his temples before he resurfaced again.
Only to be met with one of the biggest shocks his heart had had to deal with in the entirety of his young life.
He wasn’t alone.
And really, how the hell could he have missed that? Now, even with the smell masked by the water, it was overly evident. He must’ve been really lost in thought, that in combination with him being as tired as he was..yes that made sense. Actually nodding along to his thoughts it took him a second or two to realize he was still up to his chin in water, as he had crouched down to compensate for the river’s lack of depth, staring up at a boy.
"S-sorry man, I didn’t see you there-“ he had started to apologize, rubbing his eyes with the back of his palm, and while it was sincere it lacked a certain sense of fortitude. It only took a moment, though, for his eyes to adjust ony to blow up to about two times their usual size.
That boy- Those eyes.
His impressively eloquent thoughts got interrupted by a fervent coughing, on his part, as he had unintentionally swallowed some water- in his initial shock.
And yes, he looked ridiculous but that instant the Diva had more important matters to worry about than his appreance (now that’s the real shock, I know) as he soflty spluttered out a name.
“H-Himchan?”