[Fic] The Happiest Days for Patzmelody01;PG13
The Happiest Days...
Couple: MinKey/Broken!MinKey, cheating/bff!JongKey, side!JongYu, MinhoxYuri (blegh...)
Genre: AU, Romance, Angst
Rated: PG13
Summary: Cheating on his husband with his best friend was only the second biggest mistake in Kim Kibum's life. Marrying Minho was the absolute biggest mistake of Kibum’s life. Not because he didn’t love him, not because Minho did not satisfy him, not because his life wasn’t constantly being made perfect by the other man--but because marrying him and promising to love him and solely him is what caused for Minho’s heart to break in the first place. Now he questions if he's even worthy for a second chance.
Prompt by Patzmelody01 (I love this prompt, I hope I didn’t ruin it)
A/N: For Patzmelody01 because I tortured her so much with Remember Me!?!, haha. I hope you like it, and it makes you happy, not only hate me even more. xP
Day 1, Day 2, Day 3, Day 4, Day 5
There was once a time where Kim Kibum did not have much. There was once a time where he only had what was needed to survive, only eating as much as he needed to keep himself well fed, only buying what was necessary. He had a tiny old house in the corner of town about a block away from the bed and breakfast in which he worked three days a week as a cleaner, two blocks from the school he volunteered as an art teacher at, and down the street from a few other part-time jobs he somehow maintained during the few days he had off.
There was once a time where Kim Kibum was a hard-working, dedicated, economically wise and moderately successful man. A time where he was a down-to-earth, respectful and considerate employee, son, friend and neighbor. The old Key, the selfish, spoiled party animal who did nothing for himself was soon a thing of the past.
This was because of the words he had been told three years prior, just a few months after Minho had left. It didn’t matter to him who said them, but what they meant were the reason he did not give up on life. Minho was the one who had been hurt, while Kibum had been the one who hurt. He had no right to give up and pretend to be the miserable victim. He had no right to take the easy way out. He had no choice, he had to make up for all of his selfish years of doing whatever it was he wanted whenever he wanted to. He had to pay off his selfishness, and actually get up and work for something for once. And he had the best role-model to try to become more like. Minho. Choi Minho.
When he picked himself out of bed and force-started his life again, Kibum had made a promise to himself. That he would become a new person after that day, and after Minho’s presence in his life. Because Minho had not only made every day of his life at his side happy, not only gave him every gift he wanted, the gift of his love, but he had also shown and taught him something unintentionally. How to be a kind, giving person. How to view the world as something more than something that should revolve around himself, and how to work hard for the things he loved. How in order to be loved, you must love yourself.
And so, after that day, Kibum began working. Forcing himself to a new life with a running start, working desperately to become the good person Minho had always told him he really was. To become the kind of person Minho deserved in his life. Perhaps then, after he had changed himself completely to become the selfless and hard-working person he wanted to be, Minho’s friends or family would finally open up to him so he could find a way to find Minho again.
Although, for a once rich, spoiled only son he was once, starting working himself and supporting himself with only the bare necessities was difficult. It took Kibum all the patiences he ever possessed to keep working and not just to go back home for his parents to take care of him when he couldn’t even find a job. It took everything he had not to even want to buy that new designer’s shoe brand or those awesome sunglasses he saw in the mall while he was looking for a job. It was so hard to say no to going out and drinking and partying, it was tempting to say yes when his old friends asked him to go clubbing. It was all hard, and tempting, and yet Kibum forced himself through it. Managed to do it by remembering the smile on Minho’s face, and the way he would work hard for everything they once had and shared.
Immediately, Kibum stopped going to clubs on friday nights, and automatically restricted Jonghyun from going too. Instead, he did something else instead that he swore would be better. Something more rewarding, and something to pay off for all the selfish days he had spent in the past. Going to the orphanage in volunteer work to help cook, clean, take care of, and play with the children. Why? Because for the first time in his life, seeing someone else’s complete happiness due to something he had done for them made him feel complete. Made him feel like he wasn’t just a worthless piece of trash with a cold heart after all. And, because he would never forget how much Minho loved children. How he always asked Kibum to go with him to that orphanage when he had days off of work just to play with children because he had always loved them so much. Loving and taking care of something Minho had loved almost made Kibum feel like he could somehow affectively love Minho again.
Despite everything in Kibum’s life he had done, despite everything he worked for and got his own kind of payment for, despite how things suddenly began looking up for him--there was still something missing from his life, no matter how content he was with having nothing but what he needed. Something he still selfishly, greedily longed for that he knew he would never deserve or have a chance to have again, and yet could not stop himself from wanting it.....Minho.
No matter how hard Kibum tried or how good he became, the blunt fact that his new life was still empty was never far from his mind. Memories of Minho, every day and night he had spent at his side replayed over and over again in his head when he closed his eyes. He found himself missing him, wishing he could share the few happy moments he had spent in the orphanage or volunteering with the other man because he knew how much it would mean to him if he was still there. Because he knew how much he still loved him.
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“You shouldn’t only eat Ramyeon, you know, Jjong. There’s absolutely no nutritional value in that. You’ll get fat really quickly.” Kibum commented instinctually as he continued folding his clothes neatly, placing them in his suitcase gently, not even bothering to glance over his shoulder at the glare that was burning into his back.
Jonghyun stopped in the middle of a bite and glared angrily at the younger man in front of him, a stream of noodles hanging out of his mouth.
“First you force me to stop going to clubs, try to make me a vegetarian, convince me to give up alcohol, make me attend volunteer work with you, and now you’re forbidding me and threatening me never to eat Ramyeon again. Really, Key, I’m starting to think you really never did forgive me and now are only trying to torture me for the rest of my life under the disguise of my best friend.” Jonghyun muttered bluntly, after a moment.
Kibum paused his actions for a short minute as he heard the other man’s words, before laughing quietly, despite the fact his heart stung and wrenched with even the mention of that day.
“I told you I forgive you. It was mostly your fault, but not entirely. Besides, it is proper to forgive and forget.” He reminded calmly, despite the fact he remembered how much he had resented the one he had once called his best friend just three years ago.
Jonghyun rolled his eyes as he heard this before finally slurping down a large bite of noodles. “Says the one who once threatened to castrate me....” He muttered quietly into his Ramyeon bowl.
Kibum let out an exasperated sigh at his friend’s comments, and tried not to remember that the man behind him was partially the reason he was now alone. However, he couldn’t bring himself to hate Jonghyun. Not just because he had been his best friend for so many years already, not because he actually had any sexual feelings towards him, but because Kim Jonghyun unintentionally had helped Minho change him. They night he had cheated with him, and the day that Minho left was the reason he had opened his eyes to see how selfish he had become. If not for Jonghyun, perhaps Minho would have kept mistreating himself by spoiling Kibum, and he never would have seen the light.
“I thought you said you were going to come over to help me pack, not just sit there being obscenely loud while eating your Ramyeon. Besides, don’t you have a coffee date with your professor soon anyway?” He asked calmly, though he knew what affect his words would have on the shorter man, as the elder’s cheeks immediately flushed and he fidgeted around uneasily on his seat behind him.
“I-it’s not--it’s not a coffee date! I’m just meeting Lee-gyosunim at a cafe to get help for the homework assignment I was given! Shut up!” The muscular man shouted stubbornly, cheeks cherry-pink as he swatted childishly at the younger.
Kibum chuckled at this before placing another shirt in his bag and walking back to the small closet to get the last few things he had was to pack (which was most of the small amounts of clothes he had). He was going to be gone for a long time, perhaps he’d miss Jonghyun’s childish behavior sometimes.
“You sure have had this homework assignment for a long time. I thought you went out and saw him for dinner last week so he could help tutor you then, and for lunch the week before that.” He said light heartedly, as he finished up.
Jonghyun continued looking away from him stubbornly and held his breath in his cheeks childishly. “Jerk, stop making fun, it’s not funny. Besides, I thought you had a magical change of heart, and were going off to tutor little Korean children in some foreign country so that they won’t be bullied for their learning disabilities--what are you doing bullying me for mine???” He grumbled unhappily.
Kibum chuckled at this before closing his suitcase and zipping up the zipper. “Perhaps because I’m doubting more and more that you’re actually struggling at all in that class, Hyung.” He muttered quietly, before checking his wallet one more time to make sure he still had his plane ticket. “Besides, I’m going to be gone for three months, so I have to get my teasing in now.” He added, smiling.
Jonghyun stuck out his lips unhappily before glancing back towards Kibum’s suitcase again. “Oh yeah...you’re leaving. Where was it that you were going again? Somewhere in the Caribbean?” He asked after a moment, setting down the ignored bowl of Ramyeon and crawling over to Kibum’s small bed to plop down on and stare into his suitcase.
“Hilo.” Kibum answered shortly, as he scanned over the address written down on a small print out of an e-mail, wondering if he’d be able to find it alright once he got there.
Jonghyun didn’t look up at him but puffed out his cheeks stubbornly as he messed up all of Kibum’s neatly folded clothes so he could inspect them all. “That’s somewhere in the Caribbean, right?” He asked quietly.
Kibum at first wanted to laugh (though he had no idea where said location was before he had google-searched it), until he suddenly saw the mess the older man had made of his neatly packed bag and immediately whacked his hands away from it.
“It’s in Hawaii.” Kibum explained with a particularly hard smack to Jonghyun’s hand, causing for the shorter male to retreat his hand back quickly, whimpering quietly like a puppy.
“Where’s that? Are you going to be of use there? You’re an English tutor--do they even speak English?” Jonghyun finally growled quietly, as he brought his hand to his chest and nurtured it gently.
Kibum rolled his eyes as he zipped his bag again and moved it away from the destructive puppy-like older boy again. “It’s in America, Jonghyun. Maybe you should get that professor of yours to actually teach you something during those dates of yours.” He muttered quietly, as he walked back to pull a jacket over his shoulders.
Jonghyun crossed his arms and held his breath stubbornly. “Jinki’s a math teacher, Kibum. Not geography.” He said matter-of-factly, until Kibum suddenly stopped and pointed at him quickly, and he caught what he said.
“Jinki? Jinki?? Really, is that what the students normally address their professor as? Because, forgive me for the assumption, but I never thought that SNU was a school that addressed their professors on a first-name basis.” Kibum asked quickly and contently, laughing as the shorter man’s face went white, then red, then leaped under the bed to hide himself.
“I meant Lee-gyosuniiiiim!!” Jonghyun shouted quickly from under Kibum’s bed, but didn’t manage to escape from Kibum’s laughter.
Kibum laughed again quietly as he watched his crazy friend’s reaction, but couldn’t stop the slight churning of dread coming back into his stomach. For whatever reason, he couldn’t stop himself from feeling extremely nervous for his trip. As if he knew something would happen, though he had no idea what.
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A/N: Heh, sorry for the shortness of this chapter. It seemed longer when I was writing it....
As well, sorry about the random location Kibum is traveling to. I was trying to think of the strangest, least known location I had knowledge on that probably no one else really knows about, and really, how people really know about Hilo.......? (no, it's not anywhere near Honolulu or on the island Oahu).......
Anyways! I hope you like this fic so far? Comments sure are nice. The more comments I get, the more often I'll update and probably pour all the more effort into it (although I'm already trying to make it nice for Patzmelody as a thank you) So, comments=love. k, off to finish next chapter. Sorry for lack of Minho in this.
Couple: MinKey/Broken!MinKey, cheating/bff!JongKey, side!JongYu, MinhoxYuri (blegh...)
Genre: AU, Romance, Angst
Rated: PG13
Summary: Cheating on his husband with his best friend was only the second biggest mistake in Kim Kibum's life. Marrying Minho was the absolute biggest mistake of Kibum’s life. Not because he didn’t love him, not because Minho did not satisfy him, not because his life wasn’t constantly being made perfect by the other man--but because marrying him and promising to love him and solely him is what caused for Minho’s heart to break in the first place. Now he questions if he's even worthy for a second chance.
Prompt by Patzmelody01 (I love this prompt, I hope I didn’t ruin it)
A/N: For Patzmelody01 because I tortured her so much with Remember Me!?!, haha. I hope you like it, and it makes you happy, not only hate me even more. xP
Day 1, Day 2, Day 3, Day 4, Day 5
There was once a time where Kim Kibum did not have much. There was once a time where he only had what was needed to survive, only eating as much as he needed to keep himself well fed, only buying what was necessary. He had a tiny old house in the corner of town about a block away from the bed and breakfast in which he worked three days a week as a cleaner, two blocks from the school he volunteered as an art teacher at, and down the street from a few other part-time jobs he somehow maintained during the few days he had off.
There was once a time where Kim Kibum was a hard-working, dedicated, economically wise and moderately successful man. A time where he was a down-to-earth, respectful and considerate employee, son, friend and neighbor. The old Key, the selfish, spoiled party animal who did nothing for himself was soon a thing of the past.
This was because of the words he had been told three years prior, just a few months after Minho had left. It didn’t matter to him who said them, but what they meant were the reason he did not give up on life. Minho was the one who had been hurt, while Kibum had been the one who hurt. He had no right to give up and pretend to be the miserable victim. He had no right to take the easy way out. He had no choice, he had to make up for all of his selfish years of doing whatever it was he wanted whenever he wanted to. He had to pay off his selfishness, and actually get up and work for something for once. And he had the best role-model to try to become more like. Minho. Choi Minho.
When he picked himself out of bed and force-started his life again, Kibum had made a promise to himself. That he would become a new person after that day, and after Minho’s presence in his life. Because Minho had not only made every day of his life at his side happy, not only gave him every gift he wanted, the gift of his love, but he had also shown and taught him something unintentionally. How to be a kind, giving person. How to view the world as something more than something that should revolve around himself, and how to work hard for the things he loved. How in order to be loved, you must love yourself.
And so, after that day, Kibum began working. Forcing himself to a new life with a running start, working desperately to become the good person Minho had always told him he really was. To become the kind of person Minho deserved in his life. Perhaps then, after he had changed himself completely to become the selfless and hard-working person he wanted to be, Minho’s friends or family would finally open up to him so he could find a way to find Minho again.
Although, for a once rich, spoiled only son he was once, starting working himself and supporting himself with only the bare necessities was difficult. It took Kibum all the patiences he ever possessed to keep working and not just to go back home for his parents to take care of him when he couldn’t even find a job. It took everything he had not to even want to buy that new designer’s shoe brand or those awesome sunglasses he saw in the mall while he was looking for a job. It was so hard to say no to going out and drinking and partying, it was tempting to say yes when his old friends asked him to go clubbing. It was all hard, and tempting, and yet Kibum forced himself through it. Managed to do it by remembering the smile on Minho’s face, and the way he would work hard for everything they once had and shared.
Immediately, Kibum stopped going to clubs on friday nights, and automatically restricted Jonghyun from going too. Instead, he did something else instead that he swore would be better. Something more rewarding, and something to pay off for all the selfish days he had spent in the past. Going to the orphanage in volunteer work to help cook, clean, take care of, and play with the children. Why? Because for the first time in his life, seeing someone else’s complete happiness due to something he had done for them made him feel complete. Made him feel like he wasn’t just a worthless piece of trash with a cold heart after all. And, because he would never forget how much Minho loved children. How he always asked Kibum to go with him to that orphanage when he had days off of work just to play with children because he had always loved them so much. Loving and taking care of something Minho had loved almost made Kibum feel like he could somehow affectively love Minho again.
Despite everything in Kibum’s life he had done, despite everything he worked for and got his own kind of payment for, despite how things suddenly began looking up for him--there was still something missing from his life, no matter how content he was with having nothing but what he needed. Something he still selfishly, greedily longed for that he knew he would never deserve or have a chance to have again, and yet could not stop himself from wanting it.....Minho.
No matter how hard Kibum tried or how good he became, the blunt fact that his new life was still empty was never far from his mind. Memories of Minho, every day and night he had spent at his side replayed over and over again in his head when he closed his eyes. He found himself missing him, wishing he could share the few happy moments he had spent in the orphanage or volunteering with the other man because he knew how much it would mean to him if he was still there. Because he knew how much he still loved him.
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“You shouldn’t only eat Ramyeon, you know, Jjong. There’s absolutely no nutritional value in that. You’ll get fat really quickly.” Kibum commented instinctually as he continued folding his clothes neatly, placing them in his suitcase gently, not even bothering to glance over his shoulder at the glare that was burning into his back.
Jonghyun stopped in the middle of a bite and glared angrily at the younger man in front of him, a stream of noodles hanging out of his mouth.
“First you force me to stop going to clubs, try to make me a vegetarian, convince me to give up alcohol, make me attend volunteer work with you, and now you’re forbidding me and threatening me never to eat Ramyeon again. Really, Key, I’m starting to think you really never did forgive me and now are only trying to torture me for the rest of my life under the disguise of my best friend.” Jonghyun muttered bluntly, after a moment.
Kibum paused his actions for a short minute as he heard the other man’s words, before laughing quietly, despite the fact his heart stung and wrenched with even the mention of that day.
“I told you I forgive you. It was mostly your fault, but not entirely. Besides, it is proper to forgive and forget.” He reminded calmly, despite the fact he remembered how much he had resented the one he had once called his best friend just three years ago.
Jonghyun rolled his eyes as he heard this before finally slurping down a large bite of noodles. “Says the one who once threatened to castrate me....” He muttered quietly into his Ramyeon bowl.
Kibum let out an exasperated sigh at his friend’s comments, and tried not to remember that the man behind him was partially the reason he was now alone. However, he couldn’t bring himself to hate Jonghyun. Not just because he had been his best friend for so many years already, not because he actually had any sexual feelings towards him, but because Kim Jonghyun unintentionally had helped Minho change him. They night he had cheated with him, and the day that Minho left was the reason he had opened his eyes to see how selfish he had become. If not for Jonghyun, perhaps Minho would have kept mistreating himself by spoiling Kibum, and he never would have seen the light.
“I thought you said you were going to come over to help me pack, not just sit there being obscenely loud while eating your Ramyeon. Besides, don’t you have a coffee date with your professor soon anyway?” He asked calmly, though he knew what affect his words would have on the shorter man, as the elder’s cheeks immediately flushed and he fidgeted around uneasily on his seat behind him.
“I-it’s not--it’s not a coffee date! I’m just meeting Lee-gyosunim at a cafe to get help for the homework assignment I was given! Shut up!” The muscular man shouted stubbornly, cheeks cherry-pink as he swatted childishly at the younger.
Kibum chuckled at this before placing another shirt in his bag and walking back to the small closet to get the last few things he had was to pack (which was most of the small amounts of clothes he had). He was going to be gone for a long time, perhaps he’d miss Jonghyun’s childish behavior sometimes.
“You sure have had this homework assignment for a long time. I thought you went out and saw him for dinner last week so he could help tutor you then, and for lunch the week before that.” He said light heartedly, as he finished up.
Jonghyun continued looking away from him stubbornly and held his breath in his cheeks childishly. “Jerk, stop making fun, it’s not funny. Besides, I thought you had a magical change of heart, and were going off to tutor little Korean children in some foreign country so that they won’t be bullied for their learning disabilities--what are you doing bullying me for mine???” He grumbled unhappily.
Kibum chuckled at this before closing his suitcase and zipping up the zipper. “Perhaps because I’m doubting more and more that you’re actually struggling at all in that class, Hyung.” He muttered quietly, before checking his wallet one more time to make sure he still had his plane ticket. “Besides, I’m going to be gone for three months, so I have to get my teasing in now.” He added, smiling.
Jonghyun stuck out his lips unhappily before glancing back towards Kibum’s suitcase again. “Oh yeah...you’re leaving. Where was it that you were going again? Somewhere in the Caribbean?” He asked after a moment, setting down the ignored bowl of Ramyeon and crawling over to Kibum’s small bed to plop down on and stare into his suitcase.
“Hilo.” Kibum answered shortly, as he scanned over the address written down on a small print out of an e-mail, wondering if he’d be able to find it alright once he got there.
Jonghyun didn’t look up at him but puffed out his cheeks stubbornly as he messed up all of Kibum’s neatly folded clothes so he could inspect them all. “That’s somewhere in the Caribbean, right?” He asked quietly.
Kibum at first wanted to laugh (though he had no idea where said location was before he had google-searched it), until he suddenly saw the mess the older man had made of his neatly packed bag and immediately whacked his hands away from it.
“It’s in Hawaii.” Kibum explained with a particularly hard smack to Jonghyun’s hand, causing for the shorter male to retreat his hand back quickly, whimpering quietly like a puppy.
“Where’s that? Are you going to be of use there? You’re an English tutor--do they even speak English?” Jonghyun finally growled quietly, as he brought his hand to his chest and nurtured it gently.
Kibum rolled his eyes as he zipped his bag again and moved it away from the destructive puppy-like older boy again. “It’s in America, Jonghyun. Maybe you should get that professor of yours to actually teach you something during those dates of yours.” He muttered quietly, as he walked back to pull a jacket over his shoulders.
Jonghyun crossed his arms and held his breath stubbornly. “Jinki’s a math teacher, Kibum. Not geography.” He said matter-of-factly, until Kibum suddenly stopped and pointed at him quickly, and he caught what he said.
“Jinki? Jinki?? Really, is that what the students normally address their professor as? Because, forgive me for the assumption, but I never thought that SNU was a school that addressed their professors on a first-name basis.” Kibum asked quickly and contently, laughing as the shorter man’s face went white, then red, then leaped under the bed to hide himself.
“I meant Lee-gyosuniiiiim!!” Jonghyun shouted quickly from under Kibum’s bed, but didn’t manage to escape from Kibum’s laughter.
Kibum laughed again quietly as he watched his crazy friend’s reaction, but couldn’t stop the slight churning of dread coming back into his stomach. For whatever reason, he couldn’t stop himself from feeling extremely nervous for his trip. As if he knew something would happen, though he had no idea what.
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A/N: Heh, sorry for the shortness of this chapter. It seemed longer when I was writing it....
As well, sorry about the random location Kibum is traveling to. I was trying to think of the strangest, least known location I had knowledge on that probably no one else really knows about, and really, how people really know about Hilo.......? (no, it's not anywhere near Honolulu or on the island Oahu).......
Anyways! I hope you like this fic so far? Comments sure are nice. The more comments I get, the more often I'll update and probably pour all the more effort into it (although I'm already trying to make it nice for Patzmelody as a thank you) So, comments=love. k, off to finish next chapter. Sorry for lack of Minho in this.