Saving Kibum 3/18
Title: Saving Kibum
Author: dubuluvshinee
Pairing: Minkey & Jongtae
Rating: PG-13/R
Word count:
Disclaimer: Don't own SHINee, just the plot.
Summary: Kibum's father finds out that he's gay, and decides that he no longer feels that his son has the right to live.
"Oh my God," Kibum heard someone whisper. It was a voice he certainly did not know. "Holy-"
"What are you doing down here?" His mother screeched down the steps. He could hear her light footsteps, slamming their way down the wooden steps. Kibum didn't even have enough energy anymore to cringe at her voice.
"Y-You told me to get the broom from the c-closet, and you pointed at the basement door, so I thought you meant..." It was a woman's voice, soft and scared. "What the hell is this?"
"My disgrace of a son. You can't be down here. My husband can't know you were down here, Minah. He'll kill us both. Forget what you saw, please."
"This... He's covered in his own shit! How can you expect me to just... forget this?!"
"Please, please, just ignore it. He'll kill us both if he finds out. Please. Just come back upstairs and I-I'll make you some tea."
"No, I don't want any tea. I don't want anything from you." He could hear struggling and screaming, and then a body hit the floor next to his.
"Please! Don't go! Please don't tell anyone! Please!" His mother screamed from beside him, and he could hear the blatant hysterics in her voice. She was afraid of her own husband, as she should be.
The woman just stomped her way up the stairs and didn't even bother to slam the door shut on her way out. Kibum knew they were done for. He couldn't help feeling giddy. Ecstatic. The corner of his mouth lifted up in a tiny semblance of a smile.
His mother cried for a while. He didn't reach out to console her. She didn't deserve it.
"I'm sorry, Kibummie. I'm so so sorry. I didn't mean for this to happen but I'm just s-so scared!"
Kibum could tell. She sounded freaked out.
"I don't know what to do, Kibummie. If he gets into trouble, he's going to kill me. It'll be all my fault. He said that you're this way because of me, because I loved you too much. He said it's all my fault. I don't- I didn't want you to get hurt! I'm sorry!"
She continued to scream for a while, and Kibum finally found it in himself to move, though it wasn't much. He opened his eyes and gazed up at his mother, tired and weary. She only sobbed harder. Not caring that he was covered in filth, she hugged him to herself, as tightly as she could. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I'm sorry, my baby boy."
It was a while before he heard it. The light was out, and his mother wasn't next to him anymore. There was screaming. He could hear it from upstairs. Screaming, cursing, crying, thump thump thump.
He heard his mother screech, "No, please! Don't! Please!"
Kibum knew better than to beg. Of course, his mother didn't know that begging did nothing. Begging only made it worse. Begging only made him hit harder.
She screamed again. "Please! Don't, please! Don't do this! Stop it!"
Kibum wondered what was happening, for her to be acting like that. He could tell he was beating her, from the sound of those familiar thumps, but what else was happening?
"You've hurt him enough! Please, he's my baby! Please don't do this! Please!"
Another hit, and she wasn't screaming any more. He could hear his father, cursing at her. And it was silent for a long time.
And then it got hot. Unbearably hot. So hot.
Had someone turned up the heat? It made no sense to Kibum. The air was thick with smoke and blistering heat, yet the floor was so cold. Where had the smoke come from?
Well, at least Kibum was finally warm.
He closed his eyes, and drifted off. It was nicer when he wasn't conscious. He wasn't hurt when he was dreaming. It was quiet and dark and he much preferred it to this hell on earth.
After a while, he woke again. There was yelling. Another voice he didn't recognize. Arms wrapped around him, cursing at how frail he was.
His eyes fought to open, and once they did, Kibum realized his was in heaven. Well, a heaven of some sort.
He was in a gorgeous man's arms. His eyes were wide and so so brown and beautiful. He heard someone yell out, "Minho!" and the man yelled back.
Kibum whimpered. His throat hurt. He was thirsty. His chest ached, his entire body ached, and he was hungry, but so, so tired.
"It's okay. I won't hurt you." The man named Minho said softly, and Kibum didn't even try to fight him. He felt sturdy, and safe. Something he hadn't felt in a long, long time. He felt like crying, sobbing, screaming, but instead he laid there, in the mans arms. "You're going to be safe now. It'll all be okay."
And finally, Kibum felt a glimpse of hope. Maybe everything would be okay. His father would go away, for good, and his mom would get some help. And maybe, one day, he could be whole again. Maybe.
Once he was upstairs, he could hear more men talking. It was hot. His father had apparently tried to burn down the house, with him in it. His mom was outside on a gurney, being transported to the hospital to be treated for a concussion and severe burns. Apparently, his father had also dowsed her torso with gasoline.
What a loving father and husband.
He truly hoped that his father would rot in hell.
Once outside the front door, Kibum felt it.
The sun.
It was warm, so, so warm. It felt so good to be able to feel again. To feel the slight breeze in his hair, to feel the bright, warm sunlight on his face. He couldn't control the tears that started pouring down his dirty face. He could finally take a shower. He could finally use a toilet, a toothbrush... all those things he had never really thought about before, but he had taken for granted. Never again. Never again.
Kibum couldn't help but smile.