Call Me Oppa

Pairing: KeyBer

Genre:  fluff

Rating: PG13

Length:  One-shot, 941words

"Call me Oppa!"

He teasingly holds out the small notebook covered in blue felt paper, its sides frayed and tattered, its pages falling apart from all the pulling in this long chase. Along the corridors. Around the cafeteria knocking down every obstacle. Across the muddy soccer fields. And now at the edge of the rooftop.

Kim Kibum, better know as Key the university’s resident flower boy, holds the notebook in his right hand. Drawing his left hand from his pocket. He chuckles then lets out a sigh while sweeping aside his jet black hair, revealing his sharp eyes, intently staring at this tough cookie.

Amber Liu. An exchange student from Taiwan. Key’s reluctant junior by a year.

Barely knowing any Korean, she almost immediately became a hit among her schoolmates. Bagging her the title "Mr. White Day", the first time ever in the history of Kokkuro University that the coveted title was given to a girl. Compared to last year's Mr. White Day, she received double... No. Triple as many chocolates and flowers from all these girls queerly crushing on her.

Maybe it’s because of her boyish charms. Defiant to all school laws on dress code (or maybe it's jut that her poor Korean that failed to understand), she wears baggy pants and oversized jersey shirts as her school attire. Her short crop always under the shade of a red cap. She is quite athletic too. Almost made it to the track and field varsity team except that nationality issues were a bit of a problem. Girls would call her Oppa and giggle every time she passes by the hallways. Guys liked her too but all of them are undoubtedly intimidated by her androgynous to almost masculine appearance. But nevertheless she is still a girl. How on earth are they to give the title "Mr." to someone marked Female on their school records? The faculty and the school administration were outraged of course. But more than anything else it was last year title holder's ego that was mercilessly crushed by this girl… That one person who seems to be the only one not enchanted by her weird charisma. None other than the boy holding more than a hundred pages of her secrets as hostage at this very moment. The Almighty Key.

Amber reaches out for her diary slowly. Showing no emotion, she steadily tries to get hold of the small pad. Key quickly withdraws. Raising his hold on the notebook above his head, away from her reach. He waves it in the air. “Ya! Don’t you hear me? Or your Korean is really that crappy? Call me Oppa. Do it now!”

Losing patience, she stomps her feet and vigorously ruffles her boy cut. “Aiyo! Wei shen me? Ni… ni yau shen me? Huan gei wo!” [trans: Aigoo! Why? You... What do you want? Give it back to me!]

“Can you stop speaking alien? I don’t care if you are Chinese or Taiwanese or Asianese. You’re in Korea. Speak Korean. Start by saying ‘Key Oppa, give me back my notebook please, handsome sunbaenim. ’. Say it.” He says this while threatening to drop the notebook at directly plunging it to oblivion in the deep body of water at the back of the building. Almost driving her to tears of anguish. But she did not.

She stops. Gazes at him, holding back the tears. With haunting eyes and ethereal features his act of reprisal was suddenly put into a recoil. An awkward silence that seemed to last an eternity followed. He heard nothing but the rumbling sound of the river and his own erratic heart. This can’t be. Not him. Not by his “rival”. Could this be the charm that they were talking about? Why this? Why now?

In this instance, time seemed to loose bearing as he studies every line of her face where he can now see a hint of femininity. The two foot distance between now became one…..then a few inches… and fewer. She moves even closer. He would have moved back but then again he was at the brink of the roof. Whichever way he took, forward or backward, a fall awaits him.

Feeling her warmth closing in on him, he submits to her allure by leaning closer, not even knowing why. “You are so beautiful…..” She says as she gently presses her lips against his, brushing them softly yet so passionately. Completely bared down of his senses, he gives in to her as he now tastes every corner of her mouth. At this moment the diary on the roof floor, all forgotten and half fallen at the edge. A page torn from it flutters down. Short of breath but wanting more, he kisses her face, covering every inch of it with his thin red lips. He moves to her neck. She pulls away.

Confused, he asks her why. She looks down for a moment.

“You seem to have dropped something, Noona.” With these words, she swoops down swiftly saving the blue notebook from its fall then sprints halfway across the roof. She stops and turns around.

“See you around! By the way, Noona, you are really pretty.”

Amber waves goodbye with the diary in her hand. She walks away, taking with her her secrets. Leaving key bewildered and utterly speechless.

At the bottom of the building a piece of paper was floating down. It landed safely on a branch of a tree. In it were scribbles in Hanja and crude depiction of a boy. The drawing does not remotely resemble anyone at all but the only Hangeul characters beside it read: Key Oppa you are really pretty.

Call Me Oppa by firemoth_007 or Mayi is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-NoDerivs 3.0 Unported License.