Saving Kibum 4/18
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.
"Okay guys, I want you to introduce yourselves to our new friend here. His name is Kibum, and I hope you all get along and help each other out." The woman smiled, holding her clipboard to her chest tightly. She was cute, but really small. She reached her hand out to gently tap Kibum's shoulder.
Kibum knew he shouldn't have flinched. It's not like she was going to hurt him. She was here to help him.
But he hadn't been touched, in a friendly manner, in a long time. He wasn't used to it.
The woman just kept on smiling and retracted her hand, sending Kibum a reassuring glance. Kibum decided he liked her. She seemed really nice.
"We're all here to help each other. We can all get through our struggles, with the help of our friends, yeah? I hope you all become good friends. You can start talking now." She smiled once again at Kibum before moving off to a corner of the room to watch them.
A few of the others nodded, but most just stayed silent. Kibum looked around him, noticing there were only about 5 people in this group. Only two of them were smiling at him.
"Hi, my name is Jonghyun. Nice to meet you Kibum." The one said. He had really nice cheek bones, Kibum noticed. He was a bit skinny, though. And short. Kibum smiled slightly and bowed his head in greeting.
"My name is Taemin." Another one said. He looked too young to be here. Way too young. He had an adorable, youthful face, and his lips were nice and plump. He looked like a baby, and sounded like one too. "It's nice to meet you, Kibum Hyung."
Kibum smiled, if only a bit wider than before, and nodded at Taemin.
The others just stayed silent, not even paying him any attention. Kibum wasn't sure what to do. They looked angry.
"Don't worry, Hyung. They just don't like being here. It's not you they don't like." Taemin smiled wider and moved to sit next to Kibum, on his left side. Jonghyun was on his right. "It's me. They don't like me."
"Hush, Taeminnie." Jonghyun mumbled, reaching out behind him to thump Taemin on the shoulder. Taemin frowned and looked down at his hands.
"So why are you here, Hyung?"
Kibum shrugged. He wasn't exactly sure. They hadn't given him much of a choice. He wasn't going to turn 18 for a while, and they didn't want to put him into a foster home, and they said he had needed help, so they sent him here. Handed him clothes, took all his stuff away (not that he had much anyway), and brought him here. Apparently, he was traumatized by what had happened.
"Okay, Hyung. I understand. I'll go first then." Taemin nodded and smiled, though it looked a bit strained. "I was sent here because my mom's boyfriend... beat me. And then he raped me, so I tried to kill myself."
Kibum's eyes couldn't grow any wider. His heart began to race. This child...? He was raped? Kibum shook his head. He didn't want to cry over someone he had just met, but he was sure he had never felt such sorrow before.
"It's okay, Hyung. They said I should talk about it so it doesn't affect me. They said it won't hurt as much if I say it." Taemin shrugged, but Kibum could tell he was shaking. He pulled down the sleeves of his shirt and showed Kibum his scars. They ran all the way from the top of his wrist to the inside of his elbow. They had been deep, deep and jagged. His scars were a bright pink, and Kibum could feel himself on the edge of hysterics. Why was he showing him this? "I did a bad thing. Mom was mad. She said it was my fault. So they sent me here. I'm getting better though."
Kibum could tell the boy was lying. He was crying, silently shaking with the effort to hold them back. Kibum couldn't help himself, not when a pour, defenseless baby was crying right next to him. He reached out his trembling arms and held Taemin close, rocking him back and forth. It was awkward, but he did it anyway. The baby needed a hug.
After a bit Jonghyun got up and crouched down in front of Taemin, taking his hands in his. He pushed Taemin's sleeves back again, and kissed up his scars. "It's okay Minnie. It wasn't your fault."
Kibum wanted to slap Jonghyun. He shouldn't have been touching the boy. He was too old, too old!
"Thanks, Hyung." Taemin said, smiling slightly down at Jonghyun. Kibum thought it was a bit weird, but he ignored it. They were probably a gay couple. That brought a small smile to his face.
He pushed back that feeling of hysterics. He could hear his father screaming in the back of his head, filthy disgusting ugly putrid garbage faggot faggot faggot, but he tried to ignore it. Jonghyun had started talking.
"I'm here because I tried to starve myself." Jonghyun said, shrugging. "I just wanted to lose weight and become muscular. No one would like me unless I was skinny." Jonghyun scratched at his arm, before almost forcefully retracting his hand. He watched Jonghyun's Adams' apple bob as he swallowed. "I had a friend. He killed himself, because the others were so cruel, so cruel..." Jonghyun shuddered. "His name was Jinki. He was my best friend. But they hurt him. They killed him. And they told me I was fat, good for nothing. I was puny and disgusting. I needed to become strong, for Jinki. They hurt him but they weren't going to hurt me." Jonghyun frowned angrily. "But I ended up here, because I worked out too much. They won't let me work out anymore. They make me eat. They said I need to eat to gain muscle, but it's stupid. I don't like eating much anymore. I'll get fat."
Kibum shook his head. "Y-You aren't fat, Jonghyun."
Jonghyun grinned at him, though it was half-hearted. "Thanks, Kibum."
"Why are you here?" Taemin asked, curling his arms into his chest.
Kibum shook his head again. He could feel the bile rising up his throat. "M-My dad..."
They waited for him to continue with curious and encouraging looks on their faces.
"He l-locked me in the basement..." Kibum's voice was a whisper now. His hands trembled up to his face, covering his eyes. He didn't want to see their disgusted faces. They would hate him. "Because I'm... g-gay. He b-beat me."
He could hear his father's voice now, even louder in his ears, cursing and yelling and screaming at him. You filthy disgusting faggot I hope you rot in hell you-
"Hyung!" Taemin threw his arms around Kibum's trembling figure, prying his hands from his face. His fingernails had dug into his forehead, leaving bright red marks behind.
Kibum was sobbing loudly, muttering under his breath, "Please no, dad, please, no, stop!"
He was broken. His father did this to him. He had ruined him, broken him into tiny little pieces, unrecognizable to anyone. He would never be able to put himself back together. There were too many pieces. He would never be the same.
Jonghyun and Taemin attempted to calm Kibum, but before they knew it, a man and a woman in white lab coats were there, injecting Kibum with something to calm him, and carrying him away to his room. He needed help, he realized that now. They had sent him here for a reason.