PG [Fluff]
Key goes to Aimee for reassurance whenever he can't sleep.
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Key taps on Aimee's shoulder. The mess of tangled hair rises and Aimee blinks sleepily.
"What?"
"I can't sleep," Key near-whispers, in a guilty and pleading tone.
Aimee doesn't sigh. She doesn't ask, "Again?" in a tired tone. Instead, Aimee clears her throat and flips over on her back, grasping Kibum's hand. Key prefers to cuddle up close to her and bury his face in her neck.
Aimee begins reciting the story of Rapunzel with precise, rehearsed detail. Key's heard the story many times; she alternates between Snow White, Rapunzel, Sleeping Beauty, Beauty and the Beast, the Hunchback of Notre Dame, and Cinderella each time.
Key doesn't pay attention to what she's saying. He prefers to pay attention to the way her finger traces the picture of each scene in the air, the way her lips move as she speaks, and how her normally pretty and light voice sounds husky when she's half-asleep.
"Are you happy?" Aimee finishes her story and looks at Key with unintentionally provocative, half-lidded eyes.
"Mm-hmm," Key says, smiling and moving to rest his head on her breasts. "You're a great story-teller."
Aimee chuckles. "I bet you don't even listen."
"I don't," Key admits cockily. "I just like the sound of your voice. I should really start not falling asleep more."
Aimee laughs again and closes her eyes. "Goodnight, Key. Love you."
"Goodnight, noona," Key slurs, letting the uneeded formality slip in his half-asleep stupor. "I love you."
