Maybe it was fate - drabble
Maybe it was fate that had him trailing after him like that.
Maybe it was the stupid red string that had them bonded together forever.
It could’ve even been him, Kim Kibum, which wanted everything to connect again. Because ever since he left, the puzzle pieces started falling off, and he had no intention of picking every single one back up.
He’d rather start anew.
With his significant lover, Kim Jonghyun.
But hey, only fools fall back into love. Let’s say that Kibum isn’t a fool, but a mere player in the game of same sex love. He’s completely, utterly, in love; he is completely, and utterly, not falling at the moment.
So on this long train ride he thinks.
He thinks, and thinks, and thinks, until the train comes to an abrupt stop. And he finally gets a wash of uncertainty.
Is he ready to love him again?
After all these years, would they still be the same? Or just another broken record like the previous times?
But once he takes that last step off the bus and is nearly pushed back in by the overwhelming force, he knows it’s going to be alright. He returns the tightening hug, joined by the rivers they’re both making of tears.
They both knew, right then, that they would end up together. Like the string of life leading them back to the dirt of their hometowns, in each other’s arms.