Worthy Of You [1/?]
Title: Worthy Of You [1/?]
Rating: R
Pairing: JongKey
Genre: slice of life, angst, romance, drama, fluff
Word Count: 2524
Summary: both Kibum and Jonghyun, (known also as Bummie and Jjong) work hard to make themselves worthy the other one.
A/N: It’s the sequel for Each Beat Reminds Me Of You
PREVIOUS CHAPTERS: [prologue]
♠ ♠ ♠
It seemed as if he turned back the hands of time. The man standing in front of him seemed so distant, so unreal, and yet he was one of the most important persons in his life.
“Important” is not always a good thing though.
He took in the wrinkled, old face, looking twice as old as the man was in reality because of the alcohol. The blank stare he received from those felinely-shaped eyes which were exactly like his.
The lips that once used to be as kissable and soft as the younger’s man- now they were dry and chapped.
In the past, some twenty years ago, the man was a handsome, slim, tall, charming youth.
No, not handsome; he was beautiful. Just as his resemblance standing at the chair.
The man couldn’t see the boy though; he had no idea who had horned in his house. But he was so used to it these past few months that he didn’t mind anymore. He let some stealers take his furniture, souvenirs, photos. Why would he care about them if he couldn’t even see them anymore?
The only thing we would protect and not let the others trespass was the very room he was now standing at.
“Who is that?” he asked, his voice harsh and unsure; what if he was about to get killed? No one would even pity him, no one would remember him, no one would come to his funeral. He was needless and alone.
But the intruder didn’t raise a knife at him, didn’t punch him, didn’t grab his neck painfully. Instead, he replied, somehow steadily and bitterly:
“No longer your money-making machine.”
And the man stirred, the echo of some distant, long-forgotten memories sounding in his ears.
Neither of them moved; they just stayed like this, both deep in their thoughts, unable to formulate a proper sentence; the amount of feelings building up inside the two began to choke them.
That moment, which seemed to last for eternity, was harshly cut by the young boy:
“Don’t worry, I’m not here to report you. All I need is my birth certificate.”
His voice held so much indifference that it made the old man’s heart clench- though he had no idea why he actually felt like that. It was all in the past, they hated each other, and the same time they knew each other for such a short period of time that now they were perfect strangers. So why would it matter to him?
Surprisingly, it somehow did.
“… hello.”
The younger raised his eyebrows suspiciously.
“What do you-“
“Welcome home” the old man barely whispered, stuttering at the second word.
And that’s when the whole world stopped for Kibum.
♥ ♥ ♥
Jonghyun felt like in good, old times again, when it was only him and his dad, who always supported him and was proud of him for every single thing he’d done- until his first visit to that unforgettable bar, in which he’d seen Key for the first time.
That thought only made Jonghyun clutch his fingers tighter on the back of his father’s jacket; one part of Jonghyun hated his father, while the other couldn’t stop yearning for him.
He was his father after all. He loved him as a parent.
They parted right after Jin Mo broke the silence asking:
“You live alone?”
To which Jonghyun could only wince, knowing exactly what was about to come.
“Yes.”
He slipped out of his father’s arms feeling impossibly empty all at once. But the man didn’t get any hint, didn’t guess that he might’ve just shut up, and insisted:
“That means you’ve realized-“
But before he could end the sentence with something as hopeless as “being homosexual is wrong and disgusting”, Jonghyun decided to change the subject.
“Dad, maybe you want something to drink? I think I have some coffee left”
Kibum loves coffee, we have all possible kinds of coffees we could find at the grocery shop-
I have. Not “we”. Not anymore.
No, not “not anymore”, not yet.
“You don’t drink coffee.”
His father’s suspecting voice made him remember the reality; he withdrew a cup and a pack of coffee and, not turning his head back, replied simply:
“I know.”
“Oh, gosh, Jjong, you’ve spent so much money on these,
why on Earth would you do that?!”
“Well, you love coffee and I love you, so consider it your Valentine’s gift”
“You make no sense”
“But you love me anyways”
“This I can’t deny”
“I guess I don’t want to know why you bought it?”
“Omo, this one is vanilla latte!”
“I knew you’d like it”
“Like it? I LOVE vanilla latte!”
“Ha ha, is it hard to beat coffee in your importance list?”
“You’re beyond that list, silly”
“I guess you don’t.”
“So it’s not like you met a fine girl?”
Jonghyun didn’t know he’d get annoyed so easily and so quickly.
“A fine girl? I’ve met a plenty of such.”
None of them would change me though
“Who was that coffee for?” Jin Mo insisted, his eyes piercing Jonghyun through.
For the love of my life
“For someone you’d never approve of.”
The man sighed in frustration.
“This I could guess on my own.”
“Good. I don’t want to argue with you.”
The coffee was prepared and handed to the man, who looked at it almost with disgust and placed it on the table, not even taking a sip of it.
“When we… last talked… you said something about living with your lover who’ll never leave you.”
Jonghyun remembered that conversation very well.
“Now I have my own boyfriend, and, guess what, he moved in!
And we’re such a perfect combination, a fucking perfect match,
and I’m so glad he’s here for me. Kiki got out because now
I live with someone else, there was no point for him to stay.
And now, I’m with him, with the love of my life, and he’s here for me,
every morning, afternoon, evening, night, to comfort me, to talk to me,
to take care of me, to make love to me, to reassure me of his endless love.
Yes, love, if you haven’t heard well, of his endless love towards me.
Yes, he is a man as well and he can love me just like I love him.
Just like you loved mom. It’s the same kind of love,
it’s fucking possible to be loved by a person of same sex, you know?!”
“…you dare to compare this lustful delusion to feelings that can create a new life?”
“Why do you always have to deny my beliefs?
I told you, it is possible to love another man.
Yes, I’m one of fags. I’m someone you despise the most,
I’m someone you consider the sickest person in the world.
And yet I can feel love. And be loved.
Do you hear me? I can be loved! And I am loved!”
“… you’re insane.”
“Why?! Just because I tell you that I lo-“
“I’ve never been more disappointed in my whole life.
Never in my life. And, most importantly,
I never knew you, my only son, would turn into something like this.”
“I haven’t turned into this, I’ve been this since the very beginning!
It’s not something you chose, you know?
And you consider yourself a great doctor, really”.
“I knew I shouldn’t have left you with that Kikwang.
If I only knew right then that he would cause this much tro-“
“IT’S NOT KIKWANG, OKAY?! IT’S ME, IT’S FUCKING ME,
AND NO KIKWANG! Can’t you at least once focus on me?!
And stop blaming the whole environment for something that just IS this way?!”
“… if he seduced you…”
“You’re returning tomorrow, right? Come quickly,
you’ll meet my gorgeous lover,
I’m sure we’ll make such a happy family altogether”
“Then stay with him and continue this filthy play.
I’m staying away from this. Don’t expect me to come back there ever again.
Unless you change.”
“Are you…”
“I am. I have no intention of dirty my hands with your sin.
It’s a guilt you have to carry on your own. I won’t be involved”
He doubted if anything had ever hurt him like the fact that his father wouldn’t want to see him just because he loved another man.
Except for Kibum, of course.
“… I did.”
The triumph on his father’s face was disgusting.
“You see now, that I was right? That this sick feeling could never last?”
Jonghyun clenched his fists.
“He didn’t leave me for good. Neither of us would bear it.”
That caused Jin Mo to raise his eyebrow.
“How can you tell?”
He let out an irritated sigh.
“Well, because he means world to me. And he cares about me just as much.”
“Jjong…”
“Dad, stop trying to deny my and someone’s feelings. He’s not like mum who just left us with no intention of coming back.”
That did it. Jin Mo stilled, his eyes widely opened, his lips parted slightly, his expression going blank. Jonghyun triumphed bitterly.
“See? You were together, so much in love, a man and a woman, you were even married, you even have a son! And what happened? One day she just decided to leave for another man, it didn’t matter that she had a husband and a little child. Or, that she was perfectly straight, for that matter. That she created a perfectly-common family, highly approved of the rest of society. It didn’t matter because she betrayed you and me. Any guy could do same thing to his male-lover. What makes him worse than my own mother? They’re the same.”
Apparently, it didn’t work for Jonghyun’s father. Or rather, it did, but the man didn’t want to admit it even to himself.
“Jjong, stop that bullshit.”
“You know, what? The one I told you about, the one you’d never approve of, you know why he left?”
Jonghyun’s burning eyes searched for his father’s lost and unsure ones.
“… because this kind of love doesn’t exist?”
“Wrong. He left because he wanted to be worthy of me. He wanted to make his life stable, to start everything anew, to prevent me from sacrificing myself for him only. To save me from losing myself in him completely. That’s why he left.”
Jin Mo raised his eyebrow, somehow surprised by his son’s words, but not the least convinced.
“He sure has a gift to talk.”
“Dammit, can’t you at least once believe me?!” Jonghyun groaned, unable to believe in his father’s illimitable denial.
“I believe what you said, I just don’t believe in what he meant.”
“Why are you here anyways?!” the young man snarled, suddenly reminding himself of the fact that he wasn’t expecting his father to come. Not at all.
Jin Mo entwined his fingers and stared at them, thinking of what to say.
“… I guess I missed you. I wanted to see my only son, see how’s he doing. I miss you” he repeated, not in present tense. Jonghyun didn’t miss that.
Still, he had to ask before he’d get too moved:
“And what if that lover of mine was indeed here, living with me?”
The man didn’t need to think twice:
“I’d leave.”
“Finish that goddamn coffee, I’m going to breath in some fresh air.”
Having said that, Jonghyun grabbed his jacket and left, slamming the door with anger.
Once he was out of the house, he let the tears gathered in his eyes during these long, long minutes spill down his face.
That was going to be harder than he imagined.
♠ ♠ ♠
Kibum had been holding his breath for what seemed the longest moment of his life.
welcome home
welcome home
welcome home
home home home home home
welcome home
This wasn’t happening for real, was it?
The old man looked lost, unsure, nervous.
And… hurt? Sad?
Scared…?
Kibum stirred, seeing the reflection of his own self from some fifteen years ago.
God, he really did look like his father.
Before he could react anyhow, the old man began walking towards him- unsurely, slowly, trembling slightly- and extended his arm somehow hesitantly.
“Do you… want… something… to drink… Ki- Ki…” he stopped in a halfway, frowning, as the holes in his memory didn’t let him pronounce his own son’s name.
His only son’s name.
That, surprisingly, shot Kibum right through his heart.
He might have hated the old man, might have wanted to forget him completely, might have wished him bad.
But that didn’t change the fact that despite all this he couldn’t forget him.
Apparently, the man erased his only son from his mind.
No matter if that son was only a “money-making machine” for him. He was his son, for God’s sake!
“You don’t even remember my name.” Kibum finally said, the words barely coming out. He wished he could have come when the man wasn’t at home- though, at the other hand, such situations probably never occurred, minding the fact that he was blind and alone.
So alone.
Just as Kibum felt like during those long years without Jjong.
“… I…” the man’s lips trembled, he was blinking rapidly, as if to try to remember that name he hadn’t said in years.
“See, you never cared about me. You never did. You don’t remember my goddamn name, and you yourself cho-“
“…Bummie.”
Kibum held his breath immediately the second time in five minutes.
“… what did you call me?”
“Bummie. Would you like something to drink, Bummie?”
The insecure little smile that crept onto the man’s face as the sign of self-satisfaction somehow clenched Kibum’s heart.
God, what was happening?
“… no. All I need it my birth certificate. And it’s ‘Kibum’, by the way.”
The old man’s face fell.
“You never call me 'dad’”.
Well, this was unexpected.
Kibum furrowed his brows and replied bitterly:
“I wish you could deserve this name.”
This time, his father didn’t try to change the subject.
“Your drawer, the first one.”
Kibum nodded, though he knew the other one couldn’t see it, and opened the drawer. When he found the document he’d been searching for, the old man asked:
“What do you need it for?”
“To start a new life.”
The man’s eyes widened, as if he understood that “starting a new life” meant exactly the same thing as “cutting ties with the old one”.
Therefore, he was left speechless and with no more questions. Only when he heard that Kibum was proceeding to the front door, he said:
“Good luck, Bummie.”
But the latter didn’t reply, escaping the house quickly, wanting nothing more than to fall into Jjong’s arms and bawl like a hopeless baby.
And then fall asleep like this, feeling safe and loved.
And remembered.
Two weeks later, as Kibum got his first job, which was cleaning the Civil Registry building, he began to wonder what would his life be like if he hadn’t run away from his house that memorable day.
Maybe he should have thanked his father for giving him the chance to meet the love of his life.
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A/N: Okay, I should be studing right now, but, apparently I broke someone's heart and I just needed to pour my angst into words... so, the first chapter, here it is. I hope you're not bored yet ^ ^'' I know it's rather short and not that interesting, but I wanted to focus on Kibum's and Jonghyun's relationship with their fathers... they had a pretty important role as to their growing up. And I kind of want to explore more of them. ^ ^''
Just saying- this chapter seems rather short, the other ones should be longer. Also, some other old characters will have their appearance *like Junsu, Kiki *yay, Kiki!!*, Jinki, maybe Taecyeon. Minho, for sure.*, some new will be introduced. I think this story will be way more logical and better thought-out than the original one :)
Okay, I gotta go to sleep. Still haven't commented on some amazing fics (yes, kasayu, just2wingsit's about you) but I'll have done it until the end of this week, that's for sure!
So... thank you for reading and... enjoy? ^ ^
God, Kahi is so gorgeous, ide
Rating: R
Pairing: JongKey
Genre: slice of life, angst, romance, drama, fluff
Word Count: 2524
Summary: both Kibum and Jonghyun, (known also as Bummie and Jjong) work hard to make themselves worthy the other one.
A/N: It’s the sequel for Each Beat Reminds Me Of You
PREVIOUS CHAPTERS: [prologue]
♠ ♠ ♠
It seemed as if he turned back the hands of time. The man standing in front of him seemed so distant, so unreal, and yet he was one of the most important persons in his life.
“Important” is not always a good thing though.
He took in the wrinkled, old face, looking twice as old as the man was in reality because of the alcohol. The blank stare he received from those felinely-shaped eyes which were exactly like his.
The lips that once used to be as kissable and soft as the younger’s man- now they were dry and chapped.
In the past, some twenty years ago, the man was a handsome, slim, tall, charming youth.
No, not handsome; he was beautiful. Just as his resemblance standing at the chair.
The man couldn’t see the boy though; he had no idea who had horned in his house. But he was so used to it these past few months that he didn’t mind anymore. He let some stealers take his furniture, souvenirs, photos. Why would he care about them if he couldn’t even see them anymore?
The only thing we would protect and not let the others trespass was the very room he was now standing at.
“Who is that?” he asked, his voice harsh and unsure; what if he was about to get killed? No one would even pity him, no one would remember him, no one would come to his funeral. He was needless and alone.
But the intruder didn’t raise a knife at him, didn’t punch him, didn’t grab his neck painfully. Instead, he replied, somehow steadily and bitterly:
“No longer your money-making machine.”
And the man stirred, the echo of some distant, long-forgotten memories sounding in his ears.
Neither of them moved; they just stayed like this, both deep in their thoughts, unable to formulate a proper sentence; the amount of feelings building up inside the two began to choke them.
That moment, which seemed to last for eternity, was harshly cut by the young boy:
“Don’t worry, I’m not here to report you. All I need is my birth certificate.”
His voice held so much indifference that it made the old man’s heart clench- though he had no idea why he actually felt like that. It was all in the past, they hated each other, and the same time they knew each other for such a short period of time that now they were perfect strangers. So why would it matter to him?
Surprisingly, it somehow did.
“… hello.”
The younger raised his eyebrows suspiciously.
“What do you-“
“Welcome home” the old man barely whispered, stuttering at the second word.
And that’s when the whole world stopped for Kibum.
♥ ♥ ♥
Jonghyun felt like in good, old times again, when it was only him and his dad, who always supported him and was proud of him for every single thing he’d done- until his first visit to that unforgettable bar, in which he’d seen Key for the first time.
That thought only made Jonghyun clutch his fingers tighter on the back of his father’s jacket; one part of Jonghyun hated his father, while the other couldn’t stop yearning for him.
He was his father after all. He loved him as a parent.
They parted right after Jin Mo broke the silence asking:
“You live alone?”
To which Jonghyun could only wince, knowing exactly what was about to come.
“Yes.”
He slipped out of his father’s arms feeling impossibly empty all at once. But the man didn’t get any hint, didn’t guess that he might’ve just shut up, and insisted:
“That means you’ve realized-“
But before he could end the sentence with something as hopeless as “being homosexual is wrong and disgusting”, Jonghyun decided to change the subject.
“Dad, maybe you want something to drink? I think I have some coffee left”
Kibum loves coffee, we have all possible kinds of coffees we could find at the grocery shop-
I have. Not “we”. Not anymore.
No, not “not anymore”, not yet.
“You don’t drink coffee.”
His father’s suspecting voice made him remember the reality; he withdrew a cup and a pack of coffee and, not turning his head back, replied simply:
“I know.”
“Oh, gosh, Jjong, you’ve spent so much money on these,
why on Earth would you do that?!”
“Well, you love coffee and I love you, so consider it your Valentine’s gift”
“You make no sense”
“But you love me anyways”
“This I can’t deny”
“I guess I don’t want to know why you bought it?”
“Omo, this one is vanilla latte!”
“I knew you’d like it”
“Like it? I LOVE vanilla latte!”
“Ha ha, is it hard to beat coffee in your importance list?”
“You’re beyond that list, silly”
“I guess you don’t.”
“So it’s not like you met a fine girl?”
Jonghyun didn’t know he’d get annoyed so easily and so quickly.
“A fine girl? I’ve met a plenty of such.”
None of them would change me though
“Who was that coffee for?” Jin Mo insisted, his eyes piercing Jonghyun through.
For the love of my life
“For someone you’d never approve of.”
The man sighed in frustration.
“This I could guess on my own.”
“Good. I don’t want to argue with you.”
The coffee was prepared and handed to the man, who looked at it almost with disgust and placed it on the table, not even taking a sip of it.
“When we… last talked… you said something about living with your lover who’ll never leave you.”
Jonghyun remembered that conversation very well.
“Now I have my own boyfriend, and, guess what, he moved in!
And we’re such a perfect combination, a fucking perfect match,
and I’m so glad he’s here for me. Kiki got out because now
I live with someone else, there was no point for him to stay.
And now, I’m with him, with the love of my life, and he’s here for me,
every morning, afternoon, evening, night, to comfort me, to talk to me,
to take care of me, to make love to me, to reassure me of his endless love.
Yes, love, if you haven’t heard well, of his endless love towards me.
Yes, he is a man as well and he can love me just like I love him.
Just like you loved mom. It’s the same kind of love,
it’s fucking possible to be loved by a person of same sex, you know?!”
“…you dare to compare this lustful delusion to feelings that can create a new life?”
“Why do you always have to deny my beliefs?
I told you, it is possible to love another man.
Yes, I’m one of fags. I’m someone you despise the most,
I’m someone you consider the sickest person in the world.
And yet I can feel love. And be loved.
Do you hear me? I can be loved! And I am loved!”
“… you’re insane.”
“Why?! Just because I tell you that I lo-“
“I’ve never been more disappointed in my whole life.
Never in my life. And, most importantly,
I never knew you, my only son, would turn into something like this.”
“I haven’t turned into this, I’ve been this since the very beginning!
It’s not something you chose, you know?
And you consider yourself a great doctor, really”.
“I knew I shouldn’t have left you with that Kikwang.
If I only knew right then that he would cause this much tro-“
“IT’S NOT KIKWANG, OKAY?! IT’S ME, IT’S FUCKING ME,
AND NO KIKWANG! Can’t you at least once focus on me?!
And stop blaming the whole environment for something that just IS this way?!”
“… if he seduced you…”
“You’re returning tomorrow, right? Come quickly,
you’ll meet my gorgeous lover,
I’m sure we’ll make such a happy family altogether”
“Then stay with him and continue this filthy play.
I’m staying away from this. Don’t expect me to come back there ever again.
Unless you change.”
“Are you…”
“I am. I have no intention of dirty my hands with your sin.
It’s a guilt you have to carry on your own. I won’t be involved”
He doubted if anything had ever hurt him like the fact that his father wouldn’t want to see him just because he loved another man.
Except for Kibum, of course.
“… I did.”
The triumph on his father’s face was disgusting.
“You see now, that I was right? That this sick feeling could never last?”
Jonghyun clenched his fists.
“He didn’t leave me for good. Neither of us would bear it.”
That caused Jin Mo to raise his eyebrow.
“How can you tell?”
He let out an irritated sigh.
“Well, because he means world to me. And he cares about me just as much.”
“Jjong…”
“Dad, stop trying to deny my and someone’s feelings. He’s not like mum who just left us with no intention of coming back.”
That did it. Jin Mo stilled, his eyes widely opened, his lips parted slightly, his expression going blank. Jonghyun triumphed bitterly.
“See? You were together, so much in love, a man and a woman, you were even married, you even have a son! And what happened? One day she just decided to leave for another man, it didn’t matter that she had a husband and a little child. Or, that she was perfectly straight, for that matter. That she created a perfectly-common family, highly approved of the rest of society. It didn’t matter because she betrayed you and me. Any guy could do same thing to his male-lover. What makes him worse than my own mother? They’re the same.”
Apparently, it didn’t work for Jonghyun’s father. Or rather, it did, but the man didn’t want to admit it even to himself.
“Jjong, stop that bullshit.”
“You know, what? The one I told you about, the one you’d never approve of, you know why he left?”
Jonghyun’s burning eyes searched for his father’s lost and unsure ones.
“… because this kind of love doesn’t exist?”
“Wrong. He left because he wanted to be worthy of me. He wanted to make his life stable, to start everything anew, to prevent me from sacrificing myself for him only. To save me from losing myself in him completely. That’s why he left.”
Jin Mo raised his eyebrow, somehow surprised by his son’s words, but not the least convinced.
“He sure has a gift to talk.”
“Dammit, can’t you at least once believe me?!” Jonghyun groaned, unable to believe in his father’s illimitable denial.
“I believe what you said, I just don’t believe in what he meant.”
“Why are you here anyways?!” the young man snarled, suddenly reminding himself of the fact that he wasn’t expecting his father to come. Not at all.
Jin Mo entwined his fingers and stared at them, thinking of what to say.
“… I guess I missed you. I wanted to see my only son, see how’s he doing. I miss you” he repeated, not in present tense. Jonghyun didn’t miss that.
Still, he had to ask before he’d get too moved:
“And what if that lover of mine was indeed here, living with me?”
The man didn’t need to think twice:
“I’d leave.”
“Finish that goddamn coffee, I’m going to breath in some fresh air.”
Having said that, Jonghyun grabbed his jacket and left, slamming the door with anger.
Once he was out of the house, he let the tears gathered in his eyes during these long, long minutes spill down his face.
That was going to be harder than he imagined.
♠ ♠ ♠
Kibum had been holding his breath for what seemed the longest moment of his life.
welcome home
welcome home
welcome home
home home home home home
welcome home
This wasn’t happening for real, was it?
The old man looked lost, unsure, nervous.
And… hurt? Sad?
Scared…?
Kibum stirred, seeing the reflection of his own self from some fifteen years ago.
God, he really did look like his father.
Before he could react anyhow, the old man began walking towards him- unsurely, slowly, trembling slightly- and extended his arm somehow hesitantly.
“Do you… want… something… to drink… Ki- Ki…” he stopped in a halfway, frowning, as the holes in his memory didn’t let him pronounce his own son’s name.
His only son’s name.
That, surprisingly, shot Kibum right through his heart.
He might have hated the old man, might have wanted to forget him completely, might have wished him bad.
But that didn’t change the fact that despite all this he couldn’t forget him.
Apparently, the man erased his only son from his mind.
No matter if that son was only a “money-making machine” for him. He was his son, for God’s sake!
“You don’t even remember my name.” Kibum finally said, the words barely coming out. He wished he could have come when the man wasn’t at home- though, at the other hand, such situations probably never occurred, minding the fact that he was blind and alone.
So alone.
Just as Kibum felt like during those long years without Jjong.
“… I…” the man’s lips trembled, he was blinking rapidly, as if to try to remember that name he hadn’t said in years.
“See, you never cared about me. You never did. You don’t remember my goddamn name, and you yourself cho-“
“…Bummie.”
Kibum held his breath immediately the second time in five minutes.
“… what did you call me?”
“Bummie. Would you like something to drink, Bummie?”
The insecure little smile that crept onto the man’s face as the sign of self-satisfaction somehow clenched Kibum’s heart.
God, what was happening?
“… no. All I need it my birth certificate. And it’s ‘Kibum’, by the way.”
The old man’s face fell.
“You never call me 'dad’”.
Well, this was unexpected.
Kibum furrowed his brows and replied bitterly:
“I wish you could deserve this name.”
This time, his father didn’t try to change the subject.
“Your drawer, the first one.”
Kibum nodded, though he knew the other one couldn’t see it, and opened the drawer. When he found the document he’d been searching for, the old man asked:
“What do you need it for?”
“To start a new life.”
The man’s eyes widened, as if he understood that “starting a new life” meant exactly the same thing as “cutting ties with the old one”.
Therefore, he was left speechless and with no more questions. Only when he heard that Kibum was proceeding to the front door, he said:
“Good luck, Bummie.”
But the latter didn’t reply, escaping the house quickly, wanting nothing more than to fall into Jjong’s arms and bawl like a hopeless baby.
And then fall asleep like this, feeling safe and loved.
And remembered.
Two weeks later, as Kibum got his first job, which was cleaning the Civil Registry building, he began to wonder what would his life be like if he hadn’t run away from his house that memorable day.
Maybe he should have thanked his father for giving him the chance to meet the love of his life.
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A/N: Okay, I should be studing right now, but, apparently I broke someone's heart and I just needed to pour my angst into words... so, the first chapter, here it is. I hope you're not bored yet ^ ^'' I know it's rather short and not that interesting, but I wanted to focus on Kibum's and Jonghyun's relationship with their fathers... they had a pretty important role as to their growing up. And I kind of want to explore more of them. ^ ^''
Just saying- this chapter seems rather short, the other ones should be longer. Also, some other old characters will have their appearance *like Junsu, Kiki *yay, Kiki!!*, Jinki, maybe Taecyeon. Minho, for sure.*, some new will be introduced. I think this story will be way more logical and better thought-out than the original one :)
Okay, I gotta go to sleep. Still haven't commented on some amazing fics (yes, kasayu, just2wingsit's about you) but I'll have done it until the end of this week, that's for sure!
So... thank you for reading and... enjoy? ^ ^
God, Kahi is so gorgeous, ide